Truth

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[A priest.] Truth was born with brilliant eyes. Truth was born a brilliant vessel of Light, and raised to be so. Due to their brilliance, Truth could not see, and yet, they walked the halls with perfect, calculated coordination. Tending to the ashes, polishing each urn with perfect dexterity. Relighting each candle. They counted their steps flawlessly, and so, they never got lost. They had the routine down to the numbers. Perfection. Until, one day, they woke up under a burning presence, and 1,000 steps found them nothing.

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This writing is old, rework WIP

Don't breathe in.

The pure concentration of light energy flowing through their body blinded the priest from birth, interpreted by their clan to be a blessing from the Lightweaver. The religious dragons of the clan, a vast majority, believed this to be a sign that they were predestined to be a priest.

Very carefully, the priest cares for the remains of the fallen Imperials. The crypts are secluded, hidden deep in the mountains, bore hundreds of feet into the ground, miles of carved out tunnels, intricate patterns inscribed into every square inch of smooth stone wall.