Per 
The sight of the sun against my home slowly sunk behind the planet of my first birth. It's warm, dying glow reminded me of my time in the council as a royal smith. I had always toiled, from dusk to dawn. I would carve and bless, carve, and bless until the sky grew dark once again, and it came time to feed, before each days practice of Kli-voko.
I thought of the many hours I had spent, expertly sculpting the skulls and other bones of precious few, into vessels for their next life. They never remembered me, not after rebirth. But as the distance between the planet and my home pod grew, so did my uncertainties of the councils' truth.
The terrible fact is, I am old, and growing frail, weak. I resigned from the council and took many years to contemplate where my next life could put me. Perhaps I would be a worker, perhaps a royal fighter? Maybe even the impossibility that I could become a royal paladin is believable.
"That's…. truly preposterous. A paladin?! I am not fit for the task, nay, the honor of becoming a royal paladin of the council. What is this madness, seeping into my mind? Perhaps performing Kli-voko will help to clear my sight."
As my home shrunk away, becoming less and less visible as I hurtled through space, I began to think of my leaders, and the mission they had sent me on. They had sent me to be a vessel, a courier for the oath of the gods. A trial of enlightenment, to engulf me in knowledge and truth. The council often spoke of unbelievers, of ones who wholeheartedly deny the very concept of the holy rulers. It was my mission to prove them wrong and pull them into divinities shining glare.
I was devoted to the council from birth, having been orphaned and swept beneath the council's wing. I handed over my life to the gods, to divine judgment, and they deemed me worthy to be their messenger. I was of effervescence, of truth. I was to be engulfed in the light of the gods, to be gazed upon by their omniscient eyes with serene fervor.
My ascension may never come, but my faith will ne'er falter neither. As I gently sailed through the stars, I visited barren rocks, devoid of life. My path twisted and bent, but nonetheless led me forward. I came upon many a people, some the living incarnation of plasma, others simply, tricks of reflection, shining off of brilliant stones. They all complied, having no other place to go, or nothing better to do. Indeed, what could be better than divine guidance?
My journey was dynamic, at least at first. my ship inevitably grew cold, the life seeping out, into the deathly clutches of the dark reaches of space. My home, small and humble as it may be, grew quieter, colder, and darker. I began to feel rather tired over the many, many days of silent prayer. Even in death, I shall not lose hope. The great hand of Voth will bless me with vitality.
As I grew colder, my vision seemed to fade, the starlight dimming to a dull grey. With one final effort, I forced myself one last session of prayer, and let darkness envelop me.
The light poured into heavenly warmth into my body, and I awoke from slumber. I stood, ever so slowly, and gazed into the flaring eye of a beautiful star. It nearly blinded me with its glory and made all others seem dim in comparison. As my vision adjusted, I saw my next destination. I felt my ship hum to life once more, the warmth having jarred it from slumber. I prepared myself, performing Kli-Voko, and consumed my last ration, awaiting my arrival, to this small, blue planet.
