Miryam Build Guide — Morimens

Black veils, and beneath the robes Miryam's body, worn down to the bone. She makes no sound. Devotion and grief are woven together in her face, like a Madonna in a mural, heavy with a mystery no one can read. Everything she has, she pours into waiting for one particular moment. It is close now. The appointed day is almost here...

The rumors of humans landing in the polar regions have intensified this century. In response, Mythag University and the Mystia Treaty Committee have collaborated to form a joint investigation team. In December of A.F. 3@1, the joint investigation team ventured deep into the Elworth ice fields with the aim of recovering potential mystical artifacts before the arrival of secular expedition teams. ...... On December 10, A.F. 3@1, Investigator Johansson accidentally fell into an ice cave, discovering a hollow space beneath the ice field. The altitude is too low; the melting ice will submerge the hollow within three days. We must complete our exploration before temperatures continue to rise. On December 12, A.F. 3@1, there are reasons to believe that a cult has long used the hollow as a sacrificial pit. At the bottom of the cave, we discovered countless humanoid skeletons. Yes, humanoid—with cartilaginous fins connected to their skulls. ...... On December 13, A.F. 3@1, damn, damn, damn, damn! At the peak of the bone mountain, the investigator discovered the recent remains of a human!!! The cult may not have yet withdrawn from the polar region. Due to the Committee's foolish "persistence," no Awakener investigators were permitted to accompany us. We must leave immediately! ——"Motion on Blockading the Wild Sea Route: Part One"

Miryam leads a plain, ascetic life on campus. Solitude, contemplation, silent prayer, cleaning, labor—the same round, day after day. The awe and wariness of others, the gossip, the curiosity: she meets it all with indifference. On a campus far from her homeland, she seems to have found a new form of spiritual discipline. In truth, she does not mind talking at all. Spare her a little of your time and she will tell you of the greatness of that immortal god, of the distant civilization that stood before history and the eternal kingdom its wise young king ruled. Whenever she speaks of it, her eyes fill with a pity her listeners have never seen before. Worth noting: Miryam holds an unusual devotion and reverence toward Tulu, though Tulu has never treated her as anything special. If you ever need to negotiate with Miryam, asking Tulu for help may turn things in your favor.

She was born before human history was written, in an old civilization no record can confirm today. There, the children of the stars raised glorious kingdoms and temples to an immortal god. She grew up inside that faith, devout from childhood, set on becoming an apostle of the divine. But a god's calling is not so easily won. She hungered for miracles and visions, and not once did she see them. Not until Tulu took the throne, and her diligence at last lifted her to High Priestess—the moment she would never forget, when a deep, reeling joy flooded her soul and set her spirit trembling. At last she had seen a miracle; at last she understood the truth of it. This young king was the very thing she had hungered for: the immortal made flesh among mortals. Years later the great flood came and drowned the civilization. She heard from Tulu the last prophecy of the immortal, then returned to the temple and prayed until the final moment. Ages came and went, seas turned to land, a new humanity spread across the earth, and no one remembered anything from before. And from there, Miryam's trial had only just begun.

Those who have never been called are pitiable, for they cannot grasp what immortality truly means. Worldly strife is meaningless, a shallow diversion along the way. I have looked upon it. I have tasted it. I have long known what this body is for. And yet, and yet... how cruel fate is! Why did You... not choose Your most faithful priestess again? —No. You are setting me a trial. You are testing my faith. In the place furthest from my homeland, in all the hours without Your grace, my faith has passed through ten thousand years and never changed. I was not the one who welcomed Your rebirth, but I have prepared everything for it. I will find You another eternal realm... The bitterness and the honor are both mine, and I must carry this duty alone... Forgive my ugly envy. If I may look upon Your majesty once more, if I may raise Your kingdom again, there is nothing I would not do.