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. ]
[ The thing is... Snake loves stories, they love myth and legend and all these things they rarely get to encounter. So they're fully enraptured in the tale.
It's not exactly the same as anything they've heard before, which is why it captures their attention even more. Gods and shadows, gods working together to defeat a greater problem.
Enshroud in shadow is bit familiar, but so it goes.
When Temenos loses his lines, they can't help but let out a soft laugh. ]
It is always this part that slips my mind... [ this is why children make fun of him all the time.
anyway. he waves his hand afterwards, lighter. ] Ah. Well. Nevertheless: the story goes as so. Aelfric's divine flames consumed the wicked Vide, and disaster was averted. The eight gods may have had no life force remaining, but the flame that Aelfric used was repurposed, and took their immortal souls into its breast, and spread across the land of Solistia, into eight sacred Flames, located across the continent. And thus, the Sacred Flame was born, and the people did continue to live in light and warmth.
[ he folds his hands in his lap as he finishes his story. ]
The heart of the Sacred Flame, Aelfric's fire, is the one that burns in a dais in the Church's holiest cathedral, just outside of the village of Flamechurch - aptly named.
[ disclaimer: this is bullshit i dont know the answer to this ]
After. The village formed at the base of the Cathedral - it is tucked into a mountain. Pilgrims make their way through Flamechurch to see the Sacred Flame and offer their prayers, and the people of the Church needed a place to live, so life sprung up around it, so to speak. It is where I currently reside.
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[ cute... what a good host ]
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[ With that, they'll take a seat on their couch.
Story! Time! ]
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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 ]
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It's not exactly the same as anything they've heard before, which is why it captures their attention even more. Gods and shadows, gods working together to defeat a greater problem.
Enshroud in shadow is bit familiar, but so it goes.
When Temenos loses his lines, they can't help but let out a soft laugh. ]
I'm afraid I can't help you here.
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It is always this part that slips my mind... [ this is why children make fun of him all the time.
anyway. he waves his hand afterwards, lighter. ] Ah. Well. Nevertheless: the story goes as so. Aelfric's divine flames consumed the wicked Vide, and disaster was averted. The eight gods may have had no life force remaining, but the flame that Aelfric used was repurposed, and took their immortal souls into its breast, and spread across the land of Solistia, into eight sacred Flames, located across the continent. And thus, the Sacred Flame was born, and the people did continue to live in light and warmth.
[ the end! ]
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Thank you for sharing. So the Sacred Flames are more akin to the remnants of the other gods.
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[ he folds his hands in his lap as he finishes his story. ]
The heart of the Sacred Flame, Aelfric's fire, is the one that burns in a dais in the Church's holiest cathedral, just outside of the village of Flamechurch - aptly named.
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After. The village formed at the base of the Cathedral - it is tucked into a mountain. Pilgrims make their way through Flamechurch to see the Sacred Flame and offer their prayers, and the people of the Church needed a place to live, so life sprung up around it, so to speak. It is where I currently reside.
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Currently you live in Oceanside.
...I understand what you mean.