Ahoy!

There is an old sailor's adage whose specific verbiage has been adapted throughout the centuries. At its core it regales how ships that remain moored in harbour are safe, but ships were not constructed to stay lashed at a dock. Vessels are made for many purposes - exploration, leisure, and hostilities among them - and yet not once have freshly hewn masts been raised without prescribed intent.

The circumstances of our harbours are unique to each of us; some of us were born into them, others drawn by one convincing ideology or another. Promises of power. Desires of identity. Illusions of splendour. Any of these may have brought our personal ships into unsavory harbours or along a bifurcation resulting in a distributary marred by undeath and away from Glory. As the tides continue to churn upon themselves in endless froth, and the relentless flow of time threatens to erode our resolve, it is possible to right the ship and set a course for more Resilient waters.

Thus, let it be known everywhere touched by the sea's grace, that those with the Courage to be cleansed of undeath's patina may seek out the Heroes of Lady Dauntless. Those who serve Her possess the means to bring forth the purifying waters and restore you to the natural flow of life's currents. We can navigate you through the tumult and leverage the munificence of Her waters, releasing you from the rigging that binds you.

Be released from the harbours that do nothing but bury barnacles and mold sails, choosing instead a course towards Paradise.

Safe harbours,
Urim

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 7th of Ios, in the year 5 AC.