Arden's Prayer Book

Arden's relationship with Yondalla is perhaps not typical of a paladin or priest. He has a great love for Her and Her works but no fear and little awe.

The evening before attempting to re-enter the main temple gate:

Ah Yondalla what mess have you dropped me in this time.  If what Moradin's priest in Rastor has told me is even half true, the time for action was some time ago! Oh, I know if we'd waylaid the priests on their way out, much that is now known would not have been revealed.  I'm not questioning your timing, just asking for a bit more warning next time.  These companions I seem to have acquired seem a righteous lot and they've survived a great deal to get here, but I suspect we'll all be sorely tested by what lies ahead.  Speaking of what lies ahead, is there anything you'd care to warn me about before we head into this nest of wasps?  Any signs or portents I should be considering?  I'll keep an eye on the big ones -- never trust anyone over 5 feet I always say!  Oh, don't get me wrong, Yondalla, I know they think they're doing good, but they're a small stick and this is a big nest. I only hope we don't stir up something better left alone.  Our people in Goodmead are too close for my liking. 

Bless us and our quest and shield us from the attentions of our enemies my dearest, goddess and protector.

Falling back to Rastor, after encountering a dragon at the main gate:

Loving Yondalla, I fear for the soul of the mage. There is a darkness in him that leads him to foolish choices.  Unless the light of the One breaks through that darkness there'll be hell to pay and he won't be the only one paying it. Perhaps you could arrange some sort of revelation?  Painful would probably be best, he's unlikely to listen otherwise. Ahh,  that's an unworthy wish, just get him to apply that mighty intellect to his own actions, hopefully that'll do the trick.

Bless your servants Yondalla, beloved protector and guide.

The night after facing the dragon at it's horde:

I tremble recalling your arms, blessed Yondalla, reaching to cradle me.  I was sure you were bringing me home to your embrace. I should've known my work was not yet done.  I am as uncertain about this course of action as I have probably ever been.  I could certainly use some guidance on dealing with dragons, I can only hope that fairness in the face of victory will bear some weight with such an evil soul.

Guide our words and deeds kind and just Yondalla, mother of my heart.

Arden is shaken by Whist's apparent untidy demise at the fall of the Water Temple:

Yondalla, safehold of my heart, hear my prayer. Keep close watch for me on the soul of Master Whist that it reach it's destination safely. I've not known him long but his quiet wisdom has been a source of delight and disturbance as wisdom often is. In that, he reminded me of you beloved goddess, the delight part that is. Well, to be honest the disturbing part as well. I've seen and heard things here that have me wondering, even doubting. Can our actions be enough to stop this insane cult? I don't doubt your wisdom in sending me but oh a sign or word of direction would lift a great burden from my heart.

Blessed Yondalla, shield us from the enemies of life, and reflect their evil to be their downfall.