Character name: Locrian Mode
World name: Ragnarok
Prize: Scarf of Wondrous Wit

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The Song

5th Sun, 2nd Astral

The Twelve's blessings are with me, for I have been hired as what they call a ”retainer”. I am not entirely sure what this entails, but I've seen these retainers bumbling about in the cities and in the wilderness performing petty tasks. Seems simple enough, and I need the coin -- I will be satisfied as long as it doesn't get in the way of my mission.

9th Sun, 2nd Astral

Retainer work appears to be but mindless busywork, but it allows me to blend and walk amongst the commonfolk as equals. Ah, the facade of normalcy, a guise most effective! I get to travel around the world and see people, and truth be told, it's all quite exciting; there is so much beauty in the world! It's as if the whole world was my muse; so many ideas, so many people to save! As luck would have it, the everflowing sang to me once again, and the songs it sang were of someone in need of salvation. I can only hope I will do the songs justice.

18th Sun, 2nd Astral

The songs have been satisfied, and the precious gift of salvation bestowed to yet another. To have been allowed to be the instrument of salvation; my heart races of delight and eyes tear of profound emotion. It's not recognition or wealth I seek, no -- I only want to do the right thing, I want to help. I mustn't be stopped until my work is done, for how could they understand it, its importance? They have only two eyes, and two ears. They may not understand, but I'm sure they will learn to appreciate.

11th Sun, 2nd Umbral

Lately I've been sent fishing. It's relaxing and nostalgic no doubt, but leaving the bustle of a big city behind makes it quite obvious that I have not heard the song in a while. There is only silence. Is this a good thing? Is my work done? I'm ready to carry out your will, I'm ready. Please let me hear your song once again.

16th Sun, 2nd Umbral

I need to find a new employer. The sanguine sang to me again, but this time, it insisted, it demanded, it left me with no choice. Regardless of any attachment I may have built during this time, I need not weep though, for I have saved them. What is that, if not the ultimate expression of friendship?