11-11-YC121
I have begun my Pilgrimage in Sarum Prime. It seems the most fitting starting point, given my familial ties to this system and the Sarum Family. In this system is, of course, a site connected to the Elder War, when the Tribals attempted to inflict untold devestation upon us.
That they even had the audacity to strike at CONCORD, to ignore the established Law of New Eden, speaks volumes of their utter disregard for anything approaching decency or honour. That they built their ramshackle fleets in secret, with appropriated funds meant for their own people shows that these so-called Elders are nothing but charlatans and thieves, happy to send entranced fools to their deaths in order to further their own twisted, selfish ends. Elements of the Republic Fleet even defied their own government and mutined to join the invasion. We must also never forget the Tribals vile use of chemical weapons against innocent civilians.
Surely, against such weapons and such treachery, we would have fared much worse had it not been for the intervention of God. Deliverence came in the form of Heaven's Champion! Her! The Eternal Empress. Jamyl Sarum. She saved our Beloved Empire, our Motherland, as surely as she saved my own unworthy soul from the torments of Angels. She saved us because we had Faith, because we Believed, because we are God's Chosen.
Of course, Our Saviour could have taken the offensive into the Tribal's home. She could have wiped them out in Holy Retribution for their cowardly acts. Yet, in Her infinite Mercy, She did not. Empress Jamyl respected the Rule of Law and the office of CONCORD, and stayed Her hand. The Tribals should be grateful, but they have never begged for forgiveness for their trangressions as they should have done.
The enemy may have been chased back into the shadows, to skulk in the dark, benighted corners of New Eden, but if we are not vigilant, they will return, seeking unholy vengeance as creatures of that ilk do. We must remember the example of Empress Jamyl. We must not lose our Faith or forget our Covenant with God. We must bring all to the Light, one way or another.
As I sat at the Mekhios Graveyard, I could feel Her Divince Power. It felt much as it did when She came to me in my Darkest Hour, though far more potent than even then. I feel a sense of purpose, of direction. I know that with Faith in God and The Eternal Empress in my heart, I can fulfill my Destiny.
You're where the Wild Things are...
An in-character blog set in the universe of EVE Online. These are the private diary entries of Lady Ekaterina Mariya deSilvestris, a minor Amarrian Noble and Capsuleer. Other existing characters within EVE will be referred to throughout, though any opinions and views expressed are those of this character. These entries may touch on or directly address mature themes such as violence, sexuality, race and ethnicity, and mental health. As noted, any views are those of the character.
Before we begin, I feel it important to say a few words on the subject of mental health. Ekaterina, or Ekat as many call her, is something of a troubled soul. This aspect of her character is a personal choice I have made, for very personal reasons. Although EVE is a game in which the players can immerse themselves to a greater or lesser degree as they wish, mental health is a very real issue for many people. Those two simple words cover a myriad different issues and concerns that affect people directly or indirectly every day all, over the world.
If you find yourself affected by any issues touched upon in these posts, or if you face your own troubles, please know that there are people out there you can turn to; doctors, friends, family - there is ALWAYS someone. If you are an EVE player, then Broadcast 4 Reps chat is available, staffed by wonderfully kind and good-hearted volunteers. If you know of someone who has mental health issues, then please just let them know you are there. It doesn't have to be anything big, just a smile, a cup of tea, a quick phone call about last night's game - just a little thing to show they aren't forgotten.
You Never Fly Alone.
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