Linred
The Ascendant Linred
Linred, The Ascendant, The Immortal, They That Free The Soul is unique among the deities of Arcanorum, in that they hail not from divine blood, but from beyond the horizon of time, reaching back through our future, their history, to elevate the past into divinity. Offering immortality to the truly faithful, They That Free The Soul asks that the faithful abhor violence and death, seeking to prolong the lives of all creation.
While The Ascendant is apparently unwilling to divulge knowledge of the future in any great quantity, their origin is at least verifiable: Prophecy and insight from the Divine Olfrin seems to verify Linred's background.
Meanwhile, the faith of The Ascendant continues to grow unabated, preaching pacifism, peace, and well being to the common folk and noble alike. Indeed, where significant portions of the faith have taken hold, politics normally pervaded with saber-rattling are now far more quiet affairs, with trade negotiations and social gatherings being the most bombastic occasions.
Of note is The Ascendant's direct and clear opposition to The Keepers of Fate, creations of the other Divines tasked with the sorting and cleansing of the spirits of the dead. Faithful of the Ascendant oppose them on both the grounds that they are an artifact of the enemy: Death, but also rumors of a great corruption among the Keepers persist among the most strident of the Immortal's adherents.
- The Ascendant
- The Immortal
- Void Walker
- They That Free The Soul
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
~ Dylan Thomas