Post by kirindel on Jul 26, 2006 12:42:03 GMT -5
A voice rings out, cold, yet warm in the same instant. Not hostile, but not friendly either. A neutral grey of tone.
"I am Kirindel...a prophet of the fifth order of Eisenhad. Or...so I was. Please sit awile, and listen, as my story is one not told in the temples. Or churches. My story is one that may cause the chaos of the world to unfold. But it is one, that must be told..." He trails off, and then begins again.
"My own personal tale starts with the birth...of a boy. A human boy. One who possesed...untold darkness. The priests in his village on Talking Island very readily discovered this darkness. And to combat it, they gave the boy ears. Cat ears, as it were. Magically sealed to his head, but this wasnt enough for this darkness. So they also taught this boy the blessings of Eisenhad, and Eva. Telling him of how he was a blessing, and not a curse. But this boys darkness was a wretched one, and showed the boy what the priest's really thought in theyre conceated and cruel minds. How they loathed his existance and wished him death if they could. Eventually, the boy came to loathe himself, as the priests did, thinking himself a curse upon the land. Right about this same time, the boy came of age, and ventured out into the land of aden. Where he met dark elves for the first time. At first, he was embarased around them. As the way they dressed drew feelings which made him feel strange. Though, with time, he began to listen more to them, about this "shilen." He grew, as did his power, and he began to almost forget this darkness he held. Until one night, while hunting alone. He looked up to see the eye of shilen upon him. It called to his darkness, and from that moment on, he knew what he was. In his time in Aden, he had joined the templars, thinking that perhaps good company may help him. Though, those wings which he once held. On that night, he dropped, into the grass. It was shortly after he met Kaelir for the second time. And it was her intervention that brought him here. To your doorstep. I ask not for pity, nor for favors. I only ask, that you consider allowing me to join your hallowed ranks..." His voice trails off. He bows, and then turns and walks off.
"I am Kirindel...a prophet of the fifth order of Eisenhad. Or...so I was. Please sit awile, and listen, as my story is one not told in the temples. Or churches. My story is one that may cause the chaos of the world to unfold. But it is one, that must be told..." He trails off, and then begins again.
"My own personal tale starts with the birth...of a boy. A human boy. One who possesed...untold darkness. The priests in his village on Talking Island very readily discovered this darkness. And to combat it, they gave the boy ears. Cat ears, as it were. Magically sealed to his head, but this wasnt enough for this darkness. So they also taught this boy the blessings of Eisenhad, and Eva. Telling him of how he was a blessing, and not a curse. But this boys darkness was a wretched one, and showed the boy what the priest's really thought in theyre conceated and cruel minds. How they loathed his existance and wished him death if they could. Eventually, the boy came to loathe himself, as the priests did, thinking himself a curse upon the land. Right about this same time, the boy came of age, and ventured out into the land of aden. Where he met dark elves for the first time. At first, he was embarased around them. As the way they dressed drew feelings which made him feel strange. Though, with time, he began to listen more to them, about this "shilen." He grew, as did his power, and he began to almost forget this darkness he held. Until one night, while hunting alone. He looked up to see the eye of shilen upon him. It called to his darkness, and from that moment on, he knew what he was. In his time in Aden, he had joined the templars, thinking that perhaps good company may help him. Though, those wings which he once held. On that night, he dropped, into the grass. It was shortly after he met Kaelir for the second time. And it was her intervention that brought him here. To your doorstep. I ask not for pity, nor for favors. I only ask, that you consider allowing me to join your hallowed ranks..." His voice trails off. He bows, and then turns and walks off.
