Diary of a Shrine Maiden
Minuya Idyllwild is a priestess and care taker fro the Shrine of Aessina in the Ashenvale forest. For thousands of years she has tended the shrine, and lived in the forest. Here is her diary as she keeps to her faith of the Great Forest Spirit, and of her encounters.
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Tags: Ashenvale Forest, For the Aliance, Minuya Idyllwild, Shrine Maiden of Aessina
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Permalink Reply by Liliania Sunsong on -
Praise be to Aessina
the forest grows dark and deep
life and mystery
Green leaves flowing trees
colors dancing on the wind
life is abundance
Green rising from the floor
growing from blood and decary
all death have purpose
I am shrine maiden
devoted to your life web
I tend the balance
Praise be to Aessina
beating heart of the forest
and dark mystery
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Permalink Reply by Liliania Sunsong on
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Lost in your forest
he came not to praise your shrine
wondering baffoon
he spoke with arrogence
this man of no consequence
unworthy highbourne
he made little notion
to praise your great web of life
I should have killed him
he is blind to you
beating heart of the forest
and your great life web
He is only a man
inferior to women
never to be trusted
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Permalink Reply by Liliania Sunsong on
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They are invaders
these wretched monsters called Horde
destroying your trees
Vile creatures need to die
cutting, burning, destroy
the ancient forest
For you Aessina
to protect your great life web
I will slaughter them
I will bury their flesh
their blood will seep into the soil
new life shall grow again
Life and death in one
new whispers to serve your forests
to make destruction undone
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Permalink Reply by Liliania Sunsong on
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The animals went still
The forest was quiet
Assenia held her breath
What had happen then
During the quiet moment
That was yesterday?
It was not right here
It was beyond my forest
In the world beyond
What a strange event
A mystery to ponder
What made the woods still?
What is in motion
That now changes my own fate?
Assenia guide me on
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Permalink Reply by Liliania Sunsong on
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Taken from other lands
Taken from our own very lands
Taken and taken
This the bell that rings
To which our destiny sings
Ring true with power
But what power is this
That shall prove to be greater
Than moon and forest?
Let them mourn that bell
It never rang truer than you
Web weaver of our life
They can seek forever
But no power is greater
Than Elune and you
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