An Elwynnese Epiphany
Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 7:31 pm
The man who would soon be Duke of Elwynn strolled into the temple. No one gave him a second glance, or for that matter even a first glance. He was not what you would call "Ducal". Instead of kingly robes he wore a plain dark robe and cloak. His hair was not crowned by any type of jewelry, instead in was messy and partially covered his face. He wore bemused little spectacles. He looked more a librarian than a noble.
He entered the temple, passing an old lady who was dusting Mors' shrine (carefully, so as not to actually touch the shrine), and went to the shrine of the goddess Elwynn. He knelt before the marble carving of the goddess, and prayed. He prayed that no blood would be shed in Elwynn. He prayed that Shireroth would remain peaceful. Most of all, he prayed that Iskander Mirkdale, Duke of Elwynn, would regain some semblance of sanity and step down before the armies of Shireroth converged on Eliria and there was a war to end all wars.
"Please, Lady Elwynn, by all that is good and pure in this world..." he murmured.
Rise, Andrew Allot.
The voice came from all around the temple, and as he whirled around, the old cleaning lady stood up straight and faced him, her eyes and her entire body glowing white.
Allot..., said the lady, in a voice that was not hers. The tone of the voice pierced his heart like a spear and drove him to his knees.
"My Lady..." he murmured, his eyes fixed on the floor.
Allot, you must invade.
"I-, Of course, my Lady, at once! We shall invade Eliria, and -"
Forget Eliria! There is nothing for you there except old courtiers and dead stories. Leave Iskander, his reign is over. You must invade Iserdia, Kai-Raikoth and Nordland. The Barons are loyal to you.
"My Lady, I do not understand. Why invade those that are loyal?"
Take back the counties that Iskander long left forgotten to the north winds! Inject them with life! Let Elwynn live again! I have no desire to be trapped in some tower for an age! Let the duchy live again! Restore Elwynn!
There was a pause as Elwynn let her gaze linger on him, still on both knees. His head was now touching the floor.
Forget Iskander. Revive the rest of Elwynn. Iskander is powerless now.
Elwynn bent down and touched him on the forehead. He jumped as if struck by lightning.
You know what you must do. Rise, Andrew Allot, Duke of Elwynn... By the Will of the Goddess...
With that, the light faded, and the old woman collapsed, human once more. The man who was soon to be Duke of Elwynn raised his hand to his forehead where the goddess had touched him. He ran over to the ornamental fountain that ran constantly in the courtyard of the temple, and gazed at his reflection. His fingers traced the outline of a glowing white lily emblazoned on his skin.
He entered the temple, passing an old lady who was dusting Mors' shrine (carefully, so as not to actually touch the shrine), and went to the shrine of the goddess Elwynn. He knelt before the marble carving of the goddess, and prayed. He prayed that no blood would be shed in Elwynn. He prayed that Shireroth would remain peaceful. Most of all, he prayed that Iskander Mirkdale, Duke of Elwynn, would regain some semblance of sanity and step down before the armies of Shireroth converged on Eliria and there was a war to end all wars.
"Please, Lady Elwynn, by all that is good and pure in this world..." he murmured.
Rise, Andrew Allot.
The voice came from all around the temple, and as he whirled around, the old cleaning lady stood up straight and faced him, her eyes and her entire body glowing white.
Allot..., said the lady, in a voice that was not hers. The tone of the voice pierced his heart like a spear and drove him to his knees.
"My Lady..." he murmured, his eyes fixed on the floor.
Allot, you must invade.
"I-, Of course, my Lady, at once! We shall invade Eliria, and -"
Forget Eliria! There is nothing for you there except old courtiers and dead stories. Leave Iskander, his reign is over. You must invade Iserdia, Kai-Raikoth and Nordland. The Barons are loyal to you.
"My Lady, I do not understand. Why invade those that are loyal?"
Take back the counties that Iskander long left forgotten to the north winds! Inject them with life! Let Elwynn live again! I have no desire to be trapped in some tower for an age! Let the duchy live again! Restore Elwynn!
There was a pause as Elwynn let her gaze linger on him, still on both knees. His head was now touching the floor.
Forget Iskander. Revive the rest of Elwynn. Iskander is powerless now.
Elwynn bent down and touched him on the forehead. He jumped as if struck by lightning.
You know what you must do. Rise, Andrew Allot, Duke of Elwynn... By the Will of the Goddess...
With that, the light faded, and the old woman collapsed, human once more. The man who was soon to be Duke of Elwynn raised his hand to his forehead where the goddess had touched him. He ran over to the ornamental fountain that ran constantly in the courtyard of the temple, and gazed at his reflection. His fingers traced the outline of a glowing white lily emblazoned on his skin.