"Good people of Cordor. It seems the Dawnmaster has misunderstood the message I bring. In truth, I do not seek to spread the falsehood that Lathander is dead. Indeed, the Morninglord is alive and radient as he has been for countless mortal generations. I understand there may be a degree of confusion, even amongst those versed in the doctrine of the orthodox Lathanderite church, for it is only in recent years that Deliverance and the return of Amaunator has been revealed. A short period of time to release a belief that has held for many generations.

In truth, "the return of Amaunator" may not be an accurate description of Deliverence, as this would imply that Amaunator had ever departed. He has not. Amaunator reformed as Lathander not long after Karsus' Folly, the event that brought unimaginable destruction to the Netherese Empire. Since then, Lathander has been steadily rising to the day he would again be Amaunator. A day that will come soon.

People of Cordor, I would ask you to acknowledge the questions we all hold, and to find truth within. As we experience the turmoil, the strife and troubles in our lives, we often come to ask whether there is purpose to all this. We are often told to have hope, that tomorrow will be better. Yet rarely does such provide true answers or comfort. Why would tomorrow indeed be better? What will have changed?

I too struggled with these questions, and I have searched far for answers. Yet I have found true hope in Deliverance. Tomorrow will be a greater day, for we are one day closer to the re-ascension of Amaunator. One day closer to the reunification of our people under Our Radiant Father. One day closer to a great, golden age of glory and prosperity. Deliverance is inevitable. No matter how bleak things may seem, it -is- coming. -This- is what gives me comfort in dark times, good people. -This- is what drives me ever onward, against all challenges and obstacles I may face.

You feel this as well, my brothers and sisters. You have asked these questions of yourselves and of the gods, now more than ever. You have long felt it in the very essence of your soul, that something truly great and wonderful is coming, and it is that feeling that has you struggling ever onward. Even in the face of evil. Even in the knowledge that our lives are often so short. Even when at times it feels there is no purpose to our lives at all. You asked these questions, you had these doubts, but you ever carried the answer with you.
Deliverance is coming. Our Father is rising once more. So do not fear, or doubt. A great and enduring age is coming for us all. "

"My fellow citizens. My brothers and sisters. I am Marcus Sembianus Aurelius. Apostle of Amaunator.
Come, and join me in the noontide prayer to our Radiant Father, and let us thank him for the bounty He bestows on us."

His light and warmth falls on us all, and we prosper in it.

Today, I would speak to you of ongoing happenings. Of the regretful deaths in the neighborhood nearby. So many of elvenkind do suffer under this plague. Let us offer them our condolences, our support and our encouragement when we can, for would we not be thankful to receive such should our places be reversed? We, the sons and daughters of Amaunator hold great differences to the children of Corellon. Often, we do not understand their ways, distant as they may seem. But know that most value the same things that we do. They too value their lives and pleasures, their families and homes, their livelihoods and happiness. And countless times, our Tel'Quessir allies have stood with us against dark and terrible evils. This disease has been created to ravage elvenkind specifically, and we humans have shown great resiliance to its touch. As such, let us not be driven apart from one another, when we should stand together in courage and faith.

I know you may feel fear, and I know that words are easily spoken. In the face of suffering and death, they often fade from thought. Whenever I see yet another bird fall from the sky, or yet another dog struck with infection, I too feel a cold sting of fear to my heart. It is only natural to recoil from such wickedness. Yet such fear will never take hold of me. For I know that Our Radiant Father loves us all. And He is watchful. And He holds my soul, which can never be taken away. Even should creatures of darkness and evil cause my flesh to wither and die, they can never take my very essence. We are never lost, my brothers and sisters, while we walk in His light and carry His word.

Even now, many within and without the city combat the twisted machinations of those who would bear this plague into our homes. Cures are readily available for those who find themselves infected, and stalwart heroes strike far and deep into their lairs, purging these blasphemous works from our world. Some may fall, but many more will prosper. Victory for the goodly is, as ever, inevitable.

Let us now offer the Prayer of Rejoicing, in gratitude to the light that warms our beings and guides us to prosperity. Let us also offer thanks for the gift of law, that allows us to live in harmony and peace. Without it, there would be but chaos.

Light Without and Light Within, Blessing of Amaunator
- We seek His blessing.
Light Without and Light Within, rejoice at life's glorious bounty
- So we rejoice.
Light Without and Light Within, and prosper under His Radiant Gaze-
- So do we prosper.
Light Without and Light Within, in peace and lawful harmony
- So we know peace.
Light Without and Light Within, His will be done.
- We praise our Radient Father.
Sol Invictus.

People of Cordor.

Brothers and Sisters.

The new year has begun, and it has begun with ill tidings. The apparition of the blind child comes with powerful shadows in its wake, and in recent days the kobold tribes have surged from their holes to threaten our lives. We mourn those who were lost to the vermin’s cowardly attack, but we may all take strength from the fact that such an act will never go unpunished. Even now, efforts are underway to bring righteous retribution to those responsible for our loss.

I say this is our loss, for that is what it truly is. Even if we may not have personally known those who have been taken before their time, their absence shall affect our lives. On a level of practicality and simple economics, the loss of the farmer and his daughter will affect this year’s harvest. This reduced yield may yet affect those millers, bakers, merchants and others who rely on it. The reduced availability may raise prices, further affecting others. It is much the same for the death of our well-known cart driver. His absence shall make travel, and by extension trade, more difficult and expensive, further affecting us all in great and small ways. And so, the sudden absence of each of these individuals will impact us. They have lost their lives, but we all lose something ourselves as well. Even when we do not consider their deaths in such impartial and oftentimes cold terms of mere cause and effect, we shall all miss them. Our city is a little more empty, and our community is reduced.

This communal loss that we suffer is evidence of a far greater truth, one that many of us already feel but few truly understand. Indeed, even while I would speak of it to you today, my own understanding is yet far from sufficient to say I truly grasp its entirety - and what it means for us all.

With our direct father, mother and kin, we are part of a family. With other families, our fellow citizens, we form a city. With our fellow cities, we may be part of a greater nation. But above all, we are all part of the same people. Whether we look to our Father in his aspect of Morninglord, in search of hope, compassion and youthful exuberance, or whether we seek His wise guidance and endless strength as Keeper of the Eternal Sun, we are all sons and daughters of Amaunator-Lathander, drawn from the same ash and cast in the same mold. Even when we look beyond our own people - to the elves, dwarves and halflings that live beside us - we can see how we are each bound together, how His light falls on all - and how suffering and despair may befall human, elf, dwarf and halfling alike.

We are each part of a greater whole, and each of us is as much defined by our own selves as by the others in this greater whole. When another suffers or dies before his time, we ourselves are reduced by this loss. When another is raised up and brought out of despair and sorrow, we ourselves are better for it as well. This is the essence of this great truth.

What does this mean, however?

Oftentimes, the greatest and most meaningful good lies in the smallest of gestures. A single loaf of bread will aid a starving man far better than a casket full of gold. The silent presence of a close friend may offer greater comfort than the words of a dozen strangers. The gods may favor the innocent and pure prayer of a child over the recited liturgy of a hundred priests in group prayer. Acts of good, strength and kindness are not a matter of magnitude. They are a matter of meaning. Not all are able to stand against darkness made tangible, but few are those who cannot comfort a fearful child. Not all may stand before a horde of kobolds and drive them back, but all can offer some of their own possessions or assistance to aid those who have lost their house in the attack.

And so, I would leave you today with a task. Today, give something of yourself to a stranger. This may be something this stranger needs, such as food, clothing or even a simple helping hand. But it may also be something more personal of yourself, a small token of great meaning to you alone. What you give need not be a great or expensive thing, for it is indeed often the smallest and simplest things that hold the greatest meaning. This is what I would ask of you today, good people. Let us make this day into such a day of charity and compassion that our Radiant Father takes note, for such kindness not only draws His favor, it soothes and purifies the soul. And you may yet receive an unexpected gift you will treasure your whole life.

Sol Invictus