Iriam of the Cold Church

"A decision of paramount religious import arises, how do you resolve it. Many seek the realm of pure order. Adesh. Are we not the blessed, are we not proud. It needs to be clear that we stand above. It needs to be clear we can answer. The Gods speak through the Steeple but we need a mortal to speak to the God's representatives. So the Steeple has set up the proud tradition of Arbiter." - A history of the Steeple. Lady Vallancia Afrit, circa 4322   "How can one be a Arbiter? It is like being a saviour. A duty placed upon you. All your words cannot then be trusted as are they true or part of your role. Do you speak to air your mind or because the Gods are watching? You must lock your mind, lock your heart, you must face the wall. You consign yourself to staring at the abyss forever. This world is getting closer to the edge and only madness awaits.* Talon Kart at the 2nd execution of Seeker Panzill.   "An ambassador to take the frustrations of the people. That is the arbiter's role. To be hated. The Steeple is the malignant growth of our hubris. I am sure it meant well. Free religion what a noble concept. With it we built shackles. I was always the dissenter though, perhaps myu view is warped and the others are right? Well the world will see and inevitably I will see it too. Let us see if the little wallfacer does better than the last." - Lady Vallancia Afrit   "Bing bong on the clock another cirle round, bing bong goes the clock the night is quietly drowned, Bing bong says the clock the day cannot come, Bing Bong on the clock count the cryptic sum, Posies Posies all the flutter down, roses roses drink the deepest now, Lillies lillies cold as snow's first breathe, tulips tulips open moving neth, Bing Bong sing the song the Flower Makers cry, Sing song another gone the Arbiter doth dies." Banned poems of the Taylaesk-Grein, verse 19