Eoghain’s council decided to meet unexpectedly the other night, sandbagging me into attending without so much as a notification. Upon arrival, Aradhe (a painstealer, and thus Temple caste) was sitting in the Warlock chair to my surprise.
Now he places blame on Evarin, for some reason for this mistake (I will have to inquire), which is ironic since Eoghain answered the chair question correctly only a few months ago.
For those that claim to be representatives of the castes (and former Highlords), it is strange that not a single one knew that black ora is the stone of the Temple. Black ora is a cursed stone, it is of a spiritual nature. It requires spiritual spells to overcome the curse and allow the stone to be usable. This is a *council* seat, and the stone is almost as important as the title.
As a Lorekeeper, if I forgot such things, it would bring shame on me, on my caste, and on my people. I cringe internally at how much has been forgotten, or perhaps not even taught to those that stand before me and claim to be representatives of their Castes.
I bite my tongue, and I force myself to be reminded that this place is only one small outpost of many, far distant to the hub of our culture. A place that means little to the Castes at home.
Lorekeepers are never released from Caste duties. Our work is to ensure knowledge is passed on. We are the bond of Warlock and Temple. We keep our histories and our customs. I close my eyes, and repeat in my mind the order of the Ta’a’flach of Sharath.
“…that is why you will be sent there again…”
