The sky was a brilliant blue that sun at Camp Tranquil. The bridges up to the elevated outpost were singing as the pilgrims arrived, footsteps across the wood in a steady pace. Happy voices and greetings arose as people met again between their busy lives and hardships. While the white-clad guards had to chip in and pat some anxious pilgrims, the overall demeanor was cheerful.
Jancis Milburga holds up a hand bell, ringing it in the air. "Welcome! Welcome everyone!"
"Welcome Pilgrims! I am beyond honored to welcome you here on behalf of all those who follow the Builder."
"O-oh, we're headin' out soon." Chachanji his notes one last nervous look over before stuffing them into one of his pouches. Asmodean, hearing the bell, drops to a knee and picks up the unicolt and hold it in his arms almost like babe. "Can't let you get stuck in the bog now can I?" He said in a half joking tone.
"As with every sun, we build. We work hard and put our effort into making our lives better. Be it making a sword, making a meal, clothing. Even in restful suns the things we create improve on life."
"So as we finish this pilgrimage think about those who have built on your life, the accomplishments you are working on. The people and things you have shaped and built and put a lot of effort into."
Jancis Keeps her voice raised, "So let us finish our pilgrimage to Byregot's stone!" She raises up her hand, ringing the hand bell and signaling the start of the pilgrimage.
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"All life demands struggle. Those who have everything given to them become lazy, selfish, and insensitive to the real values of life. The very striving and hard work that we so constantly try to avoid is the major building block in the person we are today."
"We shape our buildings; thereafter they shape us."
"If opportunity does not knock, build a door."
"It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men."
"Be true to yourself. Make each day a masterpiece. Help others. Drink deeply from good books. Make friendship a fine art. Build a shelter against a rainy day."
Cliodhna wrinkles her nose at the squishy ground.
Jancis comes up to the stone, beckoning everyone to gather and sit. Blankets are unfurled and put down. Near the stone a blank canvas is set up. Drummers sit close to the group and keep a strong beat thrumming in the background. "Please, make yourselves comfortable pilgrims."
Despite the swampy surroundings, the patches of grass and dry spots quickly had groups clustered together to sit on. The bells happy chiming faded out as everyone settled. The pilgrimage completed, the celebration to Byregot was about to begin!
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