Here is my most recently composed sermon:

For Ansury
What dangerous paths I have trod in my life. What crooked ways these
feet have walked, in Bloodloch, in the sentinels, across the lands, even
to the islands?
I shake my head in wonderment-is every corner of the wide world
possessed of people so self-absorbed that they cannot let others cross
the paths of their lives? People so filled with hatred that they must
take up chase and vindicate themselves against perceived wrongs, even in
those wrongs were no more than honest defense against their own
encroaching evils?
I left Ansury in The Temple of Khepri, left him there in body and with
my taste for vengeance rightfully sated. Our paths had crossed and
separated, to the betterment of us both.
He has found perfection of the body, has honed his fighting skills as
perfectly as any I have known. But his need to pursue reveals his
weakness. As we uncover the mysteries of the body, so too must we
unravel the harmonies of the soul. But Ansury, for his entire physical
prowess, will never know what songs his spirit might sing. Always will
he listen jealously for the harmonies of others, absorbed with bringing
down anything that threatens his craven superiority.
So much like a vampire he is, and so much like many others I have met,
of varies races. I have run from these people, passed these people by,
and heard countless stories of them from travelers of every known land.
And I know now that I must battle them, not with mace or army, but by
remaining true to what I know in my heart is the rightful course of
harmony.
By the grace of the Gods, I am not alone. Sahmie had her revelation, and
the Lumianries grow. Lleis awakened, and Renewal flows. Asynth's
devotion to her principles is no less than my own. They are my army, my
hope in what is to come for me and for the entire world. And as the lost
chasers such as Ansury inevitably find their paths linked once more with
my own, I remember Ehlana, my mother and mentor. I remember Parumvera,
great knight, and take heart that there are others who know the truth,
that if I am destroyed, my ideals will not die with me. Because of the
friends I have known, the honorable people I have met, I know I am no
solitary hero of unique causes. I know that when I die, that which is
important to me will live on.
This is my legacy-by the grace of the Gods, I am not alone.

Schmendrick Lionel, Essence of Hope

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Slyphian, in the year 102 MA.