In the name of Mareal Turi, the loving God!
Praise be to Mareal Turi, whose light touches every dark corner;
Greatest in power; Gentlest in hand;
To thee we pray, and Thine aid we seek.
Light our path in righteousness,
The path of your faithful servants, who love the world, and all its people.
In the beginning, there was Mareal Turi, and He made the world with the breath of His Voice and the help of His Creations. They labored long, and made a thing of great beauty.
And when the time came, Mareal Turi said “Now wilt thou see the work of thy hands under My Holy Command.” And His Light burst forth, and all His Creations were frightened.
All fled into the dark places of the world, crouching in the shadows because not even the mighty could withstand His Light.
From that day, Mareal Turi and those who worship him have sought those dark corners, rooting out His Creations to bring them back into the fold.
Some come willingly, having learned to love His Light, and longing to hear His Voice once more. These are His Supplicants, ever-pious servants and messengers on His behalf.
Some have grown to hate His Light, and have used their own voices in vain to sway the people of this world. They are the Demons, and are cast down into the pit.
The Great God, Mareal Turi, Champion of Cerai and Protector of Its People, forever looks down on us all from his seat within the Sun.
His Light shines through the windows of His Holy Temples, cast in many-colored wonder down onto the faithful and repentant who call His Name in the presence of His Sign.
His Light shines over stock and stone alike, and through His Light all things come to see His Land.
His Voice resounds through the Carillon of the Great Shrine and through the most modest petitioner’s Bell with equally beautiful music, for all music is lovely in His Presence.
His Voice resounds within halls of stone and the deep places of the earth, and through His Voice all things comes to know the Truth.
From the Time of the First Gathering, the Unified have dwelt within His Light and drank deep of His Voice, for His Gifts come in Light and Sound.
The Wicked and Downcast cannot abide these beauties. The Wicked flee from the heat of His Eyes. The Downcast are cowed by the sound of His Voice.
And those that seek to repent of their sins may call unto him in the presence of His Sign:
I confess to Mareal, the Lord of Light and Sound,
And to you Supplicants that attend Him,
And to you, my brothers and sisters in Him,
That I have greatly sinned,
In my thoughts and in my words,
In what I have done and what I have failed to do,
Through my fault, through my grievous fault,
I turned away from His Light and Voice,
But I ask you Supplicants, brothers and sisters, hear my plea,
To see the shame in my heart,
And pray with me to the Lord Mareal Turi.
These are the words that are pleasing to the ears of the Lord, and these are the words that shall begin your path back into His Light.
And the Tale of the Rise of Mareal Turi is great beyond measure. Read the words written by His First Supplicant, Alareg the Pious, after the victory over King Humbir of The Yellow Wastes:
The Red King came down like a lion on the fold,
And his fellows were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars shining free,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on dear Naster Sea.
Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
For the Lord of the Light loosed His Voice like a blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the Demons waxed weary and chill,
And their slaves but once heaved, and forever were still!
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail:
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
And the widows of Rau, they moan evermore,
And the idols are broke in the shrines of Omor;
And the might of the Gamar, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
And thus does Mareal Turi, Lord of Light and King of Peace, tear down the Demons and false gods, to make the world safe for His Children.