Subject: Kasen's confession

Kasen nods to the others who have spoken before him. "My name is Kasen, I am a squire of the Order of the White Hart. Well, maybe I'm not any more." He draws the large two handed sword from his back, and lays it within the circle. "I stole this sword when my master was killed. It is his sword. I told myself that I did it to keep it out of Elise's hands, but that was just an excuse. The truth is, I wanted it for myself. I wanted it because it is a symbol of everything that I want to become. It is the weapon of a true Paladin."

"I am unworthy to carry it. I am unworthy to join you men on this crusade against the demon."

He shifts uncomfortably. "And there has been lust in my heart. I- I have seen Elise in embrace with the head of my order. I saw them together, and greater than my disgust at my lord's betrayal of his vows, was the lust in my own heart for her. I hate her. I hate her. But I lust for her as well. And in this too I am unworthy."

"Can Helm forgive these things? His eye is all seeing and his justice is sure. I do not believe he can forgive my weakness."

[I just need a turn from Raja]

Subject: Sa'id's confession

Sa'id, still sobbing quietly, looks up. The room is silent, but he can still feel the supernatural presence. Everyone was looking at him. They had mostly spoken of fear, inadequacy, asking for the strength to complete the task or to overcome their anxiety. This was different. He takes several deep breaths

"My name is Sa'id ibn Shukri," he begins, speaking slowly. "I am twenty-two years old. I was born and raised in Jaffa, on an island far to the west of Huss. My father owned and operated a funeral parlour, preparing bodies for burial. My mother died when I was thirteen, and my father -- I..." He pauses. "I was with my mother when she died. I did not call for my father. Our relationship was... never the same. I left home at sixteen and have not spoken to him since then."

"What I did between then and the beginning of this madness is not relevant. I have had..."

Another pause.

"...dreams."

Sa'id swallows, hard. He can feel Pelor's gaze upon him.

"I dreamt of power, the power to create unlife from death. Of commanding an army of the very abominations we have been battling. Of..." his voice breaks, and another sob wracks his frame. "Of killing you. All of you. Before our task is done, afterward, I don't know. It almost doesn't matter. I am terrified that Melancthnagesh will darken my thoughts even further, nudge me over the precipice... but I am even more terrified that he won't need to, that... I will jump off myself."

He turns, looks at the Sunmaster. "It might be best if I did not accompany you. It might be best if Pelor himself burned me with his holy fire here and now, to spare all of you from what might happen."

Subject: Re: Sa'id's confession

Great turn, Raja.