His Holy Blood, Vol. 3, Dawnmaster Vaseid
[This missal commemorates the founding of Rosymorn Monastery.] For my sins, it only just occurred to me that I had lacked in my record-keeping of late. But then again, I, no, we have been busy. In our fray with the Sharran thieves we retrieved the Blood - but one of the heretics sinned most heinously. They struck the amber encasing His Blood with a maul of pure void, damaging the most holy relic. As if knowing of this blasphemy, the exposed Blood shone with an unbreakable radiance, reducing the Sharran horde to dust for us to sift from this now-holy ground. The relic became far too unstable to carry back to Hap. Thus we fashioned a simple chapel around ourselves here, and have encased the Blood within steel - to be wielded as a most righteous cudgel against those who sit in shadow. To keep it from the lustful sacrilege of thievery, our simple chapel will become a great monastery, and the Blood shall be secreted away with a great many more wiles than it was before. I find it hard to fathom that we left such an artefact in such an obvious, open space to begin with. Alas - His light singes away the mistakes of the past, leading to a more fortuitous dawn indeed.