Yorick, Shepherd of Souls
"These isles… How they shout."
The keep going survivor of a long-overlooked religious request, Yorick is both honored and reviled with control over the dead. Caught on the Shadow Isles, his lone allies are the spoiling carcasses and yelling spirits that he assembles to him. Yorick's huge activities give a false representation of his respectable reason: to free his home from the scourge of the Ruination.
Indeed, even as a youngster, Yorick's life was never ordinary. Brought up in an angling town at the very edge of the Blessed Isles, he generally attempted to discover acknowledgment. While most youngsters his age were playing find the stowaway, youthful Yorick was making companions of an alternate kind—the spirits of the as of late perished.
At to start with, Yorick was frightened of his capacity to see and hear the dead. At whatever point somebody in the town passed away, Yorick would lie conscious throughout the night, sitting tight for the chilling cry of another guest. He couldn't comprehend why they frequented him, and why his folks trusted the spirits to be simply bad dreams.
In time, he came to understand the souls were not there to hurt him. They were basically lost and required push finding their way to the past. Since just Yorick could see these spirits, he willingly volunteered be their guide, escorting them to whatever anticipated in time everlasting.
The undertaking was clashing. Yorick found that he delighted in the organization of apparitions, however every one he conveyed to rest implied saying goodbye to another companion. To the dead, he was a friend in need, yet to the living, he was an outsider. The villagers just observed an irritated young man who addressed individuals who weren't there.
Stories of Yorick's dreams soon spread past his town, and drew the consideration of a little request of priests who abided at the core of the Blessed Isles. Its agents made a trip to Yorick's island, trusting he could turn into an advantage for their confidence.
Yorick consented to voyage to their religious community, and there, he took in the methods for the Brethren of the Dusk and the genuine centrality of their trappings. Each priest conveyed a spade as an image of their obligation to direct appropriate internment ceremonies, which guaranteed souls would not lose their direction. Also, every sibling wore a vial of water drawn from the Blessed Isles' holy spring. These Tears of Life spoke to the priests' obligation to recuperate the living.
However, regardless of how he attempted, Yorick would never pick up the acknowledgment of alternate priests. To them, he was substantial confirmation of things that should just be known through confidence. They loathed his energy to effectively see what they themselves had battled their whole lives to get it. Evaded by his siblings, Yorick got himself alone once more.
One morning, as he kept an eye on his obligations in the graveyard, Yorick was hindered by seeing a pitch-dark cloud bothering over the surface of the Blessed Isles, eating up everything in its way. Yorick attempted to run, yet the cloud immediately concealed him and dove him into shadow.
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