The Soul Tome

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[The Tome may be found within the Temple of the Vigilante and within bookcases inside the Creep.]




The Soul Tome

A description and measurement of one's soul within the context of the Urazziri faith from the perspective of a novice and vigilante Makhyoon.

Definition of a Soul

The soul is what one imagines it is, thy compass through morality, thy own being and thy entry into the differing afterlives that art created by the Spokes of the Wheel. It contains essences of thy divinity and ancestry. It is possible to traverse life without soul, as an empty vessel, but it would hinder thee in the pursuit of meaning, thy spiritual growth and it would permanently doom thee to cross into a burning pit of an afterlife, a dark void or the worst possibility, the hellscapes of Djinni domains.

Shapes of a Soul

With my divine gaze I hath witnesses many souls before the altar of Wroth inside my temple.
Their exact and detailed properties are unknowable and I have yet to devise a method to achieve such pristine inspection. However, I am able to witness to some degree the form and colour of one's soul.

I've seen some fleeting shadows, appearing and disappearing. I've seen rotating balls, with spikes shooting out of it. Some are near transparant. Some take on different forms constantly. Some are rigid cubes. I do not think that these shapes are determined by one's course through life nor their personality or any such factor. Instead, these souls determine all else, it's the origin of one.

It's been difficult if nigh impossible to conduct interpretation. It will require a thousand years of thought and comparisons, perhaps religious scholars and priests together at the Synod could spend time on the subject. But I believe they will have great difficulty seeing anything at all. It is the piercing gaze of Urazzir that allows me to see the truth past any veil.

Colours of a Soul

What is much clearer to myself is the colouring of the soul. With one's sins past and present, a soul is either bright or dark. I have seen men and women of onyx, of obsidian, of charcoal and of shadow. These are beyond doubt great sinners who art judged to toil years, tens of years or hundreds of years. To become bright once more. And it is only the bright souled whom traverse into the Heavens of our Wheel.

And what is shocking though predictable in some measure is the lack of bright souls in Ephia's Well, it brings me to a conclusion that all mortals are flawed and doomed to a grey or worse colouring. And it is by endlessly toiling that Urazzir will eventually allow souls to pass.

Toiling of a Soul

Traditionally the soul is imbued in a single vessel, like an Elf or Human, and toils through life to eventually leave it's vessel to go on into the afterlife or some in-between realm where it works to colour it's soul bright enough to enter the Heavens. Most are grey and sufficiently bright to pass onto the next. But some are a hellred bend on revenge or a shadowy abyss cursed to roam a plane of suffering. It is in these other forms, that of a wraith, a spectre, unlife, mummies, zombies and worse that a soul may become trapped to toil. And even worse, under the control of sinful and dark necromancers, these souls colour even darker and become entrapped longer in this in-between realm. While under the control of ordained priests of Wroth or the Twindari, may such a soul toil to brighten, even in a vessel of unlife. In especially rare cases, a soul might inhabit the body of another. There is a rumour of a Nadiri whom was slain by the hands of a murderous villain, and became resurrected by the soul of *another* Nadiri. These claims warrant research, but it's been spoken of by many mouths and thus the legend may bare enough truth for me to mention it here.

This tome will find additions as my research and findings progress.

MAKHYOON YAAWAR AL-KHALHID