The Scroll of Purity
I remember every word on that scroll save one. I will place an X in its place.
I am Charta de Castius, the scroll that does exalt Purity.
What is there in all of X that is not at root an extension of Purity? Behold, for a pure heart can walk through fire unmarked and a pure will is a thing more potent than any finely hued sword. Yet purity is also present in word and deed, and without just cause any endeavor will in time fall in onto itself. Purity and mortal flesh are one in this place, and the will of the Lords of Virtue echoes within my voice.
Embrace now this truth, and hold it close to your heart. Without the purity of purpose to drive it, no deed is worth doing, no song is worth singing. A pure heart, one strong and resolute of purpose, can survive any place, can overcome any challenge. Without a pure conscience the workings of mortal hands are crude and meager. Effort is squandered in the petty and the low, and constant fighting and backstabbing holds all down.
Squander not this truth.
Patere nunc haec portalis
Probare meus voluntas insignis huc intro locus sollemnis
Nunc probo Castius existere sublimis
Nunc probo Castius venio ad haec locus abscondita
Castius universum, meus vocare production com meus canticum atque sanguis mortalis
Probare Castius insigne en tranquillitas majestuosa
I am Charta de Castius, the scroll that does exalt Purity.
What is there in all of X that is not at root an extension of Purity? Behold, for a pure heart can walk through fire unmarked and a pure will is a thing more potent than any finely hued sword. Yet purity is also present in word and deed, and without just cause any endeavor will in time fall in onto itself. Purity and mortal flesh are one in this place, and the will of the Lords of Virtue echoes within my voice.
Embrace now this truth, and hold it close to your heart. Without the purity of purpose to drive it, no deed is worth doing, no song is worth singing. A pure heart, one strong and resolute of purpose, can survive any place, can overcome any challenge. Without a pure conscience the workings of mortal hands are crude and meager. Effort is squandered in the petty and the low, and constant fighting and backstabbing holds all down.
Squander not this truth.
Patere nunc haec portalis
Probare meus voluntas insignis huc intro locus sollemnis
Nunc probo Castius existere sublimis
Nunc probo Castius venio ad haec locus abscondita
Castius universum, meus vocare production com meus canticum atque sanguis mortalis
Probare Castius insigne en tranquillitas majestuosa