*Postings are found within Upper Sanctuary and Lower Sanctuary*

It is no secret that the life one endures within this endless dark is perilous, many think this life as empty, though this place does not lack the touch of Chauntea, life blossoms and ends, ventures bloom and subside, and people rejoice and grieve. I have made my home here now for many cycles, and in my heart I now know I am cast here for a purpose.

Sanctuary is a place divided, though its various people know full well the dangers all and one face against the threats of the Underdark. In this thing, if only in this very thing, we are united. During times of need the flock has shouldered each other and stood strong against these would be wolves that wish to feast and glutton off us.

A call to all those that do not live an ill or destructive life. The call also resounds to those desiring to change to a better way. The wisdom and guiding hands of the Great Goddess are opened to be grasped to any who stray or lack guidance. For Chauntea may have shaped all things that are true mortal, but it is we who shape our own mortal life. With her knowing voice we are guided to full potential.

Leave note at your inns, for they shall be found.

An open ear to hear ones cry.

Pastoral Shaunter.