Role

Chapter 5

--- Writers Note ---

It was in the following years, rumours began to be uttered among the campfires
of a courageous warrior who beared the blessing of Lady Baerinika. His blade
annointed with retribution, his soul burning with the fires of light he strode
into the darkness to smite that which lay in waiting. Little documents exist
to the events that took place, but it was often spoke of a man with ears of
elven heritage, and of emerald eyes alit with fire as he fought through the
imperial lands alongside his companions of light, calling upon the wrath of
the heavens, assaulting the very palace in search of an orb of radiant crystal.

It was often spoken by witnesses, that this man of elven heritage be seen in
the company of the esteemed Captain, Lord Marshall, and Cardinal as fierce
battle waged against the undead legions, and hordes of the Imperials.
It was then perhaps, that his path had embraced to be one with that of the
Maran, for it was by eye-witness of an Acolyte, that our story begins once more.

It was that he spoke of one morning, where the air still crisp of morning
dew, that two men had arrived. At first, he was unaware of their significance,
but as they approached the summit of the mountain, where its peaks lay home
to the holiest of temples of light, that he recognized one, and was captivated
by the other. The first was none other then the Lord Marshall of the Fortress,
a man who walked with grace, and confidence, always aware, always ready.

He spoke that the other was one of elven heritage, he spoke of his eyes, the
brightest of emeralds which had captivated his attention. At first he mentioned
he noticed nothing else of this man, for their beauty, alluring, seemed to
briefly conceal his unrevealing, scarred face. He noted that while this man
walked with lithe, a barely discernable limp could be noticed.

He reported that it was before the very altar, inside of the temple where it
is often regarded that the gods of light come to gather, that the two men
spoke with one another. The very aura around them pulsating of light, of protection.

It was there, his journey among the Fortress began. For before the eyes of the
gods of light, he spoke the oath of the Squire, and came to embrace the creed as
one. As he arose from one knee, the very room shined of brightest radiance as holy
flames, and pure light came to surround his body.

It was there, he arose as a squire, and crusader of the Fortress.

Aljemis Langheart,
Assistant Historian of Thera
- Fourth Age,