Pages from the Journal of Gavrus Firth, High Justicar of Pharasma
23 Myrtul 1017
The hardest thing about being a servant of the Lady is KNOWING that you’re a servant of the Lady. That without belief, without FAITH…You have nothing but weak flesh and misty ideas. Faith in an ideal…In a purpose…In a god or goddess or deva or devil. Faith is the driving force behind the actions of individuals, communities, nations, and deities. As a priest of the Goddess of Prophecy, I feel it with a rare clarity that only a fellow ecclesiastic can know. I KNOW that faith is a physical – nay, cosmological force in this multiverse. Yet, for so powerful a force, it can waver like a blade of grass in a gale, no matter how staunch we pretend to be.
While doing Pharasma’s will, I had the toughest challenge of my life today and witnessed brave companions fall under the gruesome talons of abominations for the second time in my life. And once again, I was powerless to prevent it. My weapons failed me, my blessings faltered, and my flesh yielded. Yet I persevere. Faith guides these hands, these guns, this pen. Faith.