It's a shame I don't have the old paper plays. [ wry, amused, but he clears his throat and settles in, putting a fingertip to his chin. ] I'll tell you the story of the origin of the Sacred Flame. Let's see...
[ and then, voice the smooth cadence as always, he launches into the story. it's clear immediately that this is a familiar one, and he's got experience with telling it - temenos has every capability of a storyteller. giving this to you right now knowing where you are in this game is extremely funny you're about to see exactly where i ripped it from. it's fine. ANYWAY. ]
Long, long ago, darkness and chaos reigned over the lands of Solistia. The hearts of the people ran over with wickedness, and the world reveled in its misery and despair, with naught a mote of hope or warmth to fight back against the icy weight of the dark. The god Vide had taken its place at the crest of the world, powerful and cruel in its desire to race the world to its very end.
Eight godly beings were the only remains of any righteousness in the world. These eight fought valiantly against Vide's forces, and as they reached the heart of Vide's power, many were near slain, lying unconscious on the stone floors. With the last of their powers, Alephan the Scholarking and Dohter the Charitable led the charge for a final, ultimate act of desperation - each of the gods poured all of their divine might into Aelfric, the Flamebringer, the final god left standing.
And Aelfric did turn towards the altar, and said the words, "The truth... lies in the flame", and ascended the stairs to confront Vide alone, with the power of all of the last gods of Solistia behind him.
"Do you truly mean to enshroud us in shadow?!", he asked.
And the god of chaos turned the world to darkness, and its red, red eye did come to turn on Aelfric, as it spoke, "Now, I am become chaos...devourer of all life in this world. Even you, foolish Gods! All shall be mine!"
"You have made your choice," said Aelfric, the Flamebringer, "And now my righteous Flames shall burn you to ash!"
And the battle raged on, glorious and powerful. Vide's forces were nearly too strong - a dark calamity threatened to sweep the land. Aelfric was near his end, bleeding his very lifeblood on the altar, and Vide did laugh. "You cannot hope to best me," it said, "See how the light fades from this world."
"...No." Aelfric said, "The flame has been entrusted to me. From its humble light shall a fire be lit...shining its light upon the darkness."
And with his divine resolve, and all the skills of the gods behind him, Aelfric brought down a divine effulgence, calling upon the Sacred Flame, newly created. "Burn bright, O Sacred Flame. Burn bright..."
[ there's.
a pause. and he frowns, and that storyteller aura fades a little. ]
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It's a shame I don't have the old paper plays. [ wry, amused, but he clears his throat and settles in, putting a fingertip to his chin. ] I'll tell you the story of the origin of the Sacred Flame. Let's see...
[ and then, voice the smooth cadence as always, he launches into the story. it's clear immediately that this is a familiar one, and he's got experience with telling it - temenos has every capability of a storyteller. giving this to you right now knowing where you are in this game is extremely funny you're about to see exactly where i ripped it from. it's fine. ANYWAY. ]
Long, long ago, darkness and chaos reigned over the lands of Solistia. The hearts of the people ran over with wickedness, and the world reveled in its misery and despair, with naught a mote of hope or warmth to fight back against the icy weight of the dark. The god Vide had taken its place at the crest of the world, powerful and cruel in its desire to race the world to its very end.
Eight godly beings were the only remains of any righteousness in the world. These eight fought valiantly against Vide's forces, and as they reached the heart of Vide's power, many were near slain, lying unconscious on the stone floors. With the last of their powers, Alephan the Scholarking and Dohter the Charitable led the charge for a final, ultimate act of desperation - each of the gods poured all of their divine might into Aelfric, the Flamebringer, the final god left standing.
And Aelfric did turn towards the altar, and said the words, "The truth... lies in the flame", and ascended the stairs to confront Vide alone, with the power of all of the last gods of Solistia behind him.
"Do you truly mean to enshroud us in shadow?!", he asked.
And the god of chaos turned the world to darkness, and its red, red eye did come to turn on Aelfric, as it spoke, "Now, I am become chaos...devourer of all life in this world. Even you, foolish Gods! All shall be mine!"
"You have made your choice," said Aelfric, the Flamebringer, "And now my righteous Flames shall burn you to ash!"
And the battle raged on, glorious and powerful. Vide's forces were nearly too strong - a dark calamity threatened to sweep the land. Aelfric was near his end, bleeding his very lifeblood on the altar, and Vide did laugh. "You cannot hope to best me," it said, "See how the light fades from this world."
"...No." Aelfric said, "The flame has been entrusted to me. From its humble light shall a fire be lit...shining its light upon the darkness."
And with his divine resolve, and all the skills of the gods behind him, Aelfric brought down a divine effulgence, calling upon the Sacred Flame, newly created. "Burn bright, O Sacred Flame. Burn bright..."
[ there's.
a pause. and he frowns, and that storyteller aura fades a little. ]
... Oh, how does the next part go. Hmmm...
[ he forgot his lines ]