Post by Adoven Leoros Bloodwynd on Jul 10, 2014 6:02:25 GMT
The light poured forth from the trees, playing with shadows across the dewey ground. The silence broken only by the beat of horse hooves as they stopped some yards from the Grove. A eccentric elf dismounted from this horse and proceeded to take off his shoes, coat, and shirt.
He put his great sword at his side, bringing it in towards the grove and laid it by the roots of the Great Tree.
Kneeling and prostrating himself before the mighty being, he spoke in magical song, of old elvish tongue:
"Praise be to thee Gaea, Mother Earth, to be represented in this most Sacred of Groves. I commune with thee and with Nature Herself to aid me in seeking my answers. Please, for my words and praise to reach thee, bequeath me with a humble answer to guide me and my way. Have I strayed from my path? Have I offended thee? Do I not follow your teachings, to fill my charge as protector? I know not of what forces have guided me to this point, perhaps my own.
My protection comes with the Three Great Ironies of my order…"
He paused to catch his breath, and raised his arms towards the branches of the World Tree
How has the First Irony, to be a weapon of war to ensure tranquility through watchful warriors, offend thee?
How has the Second Irony, to take the Gift of the Hunter which hunts down with bloodlust your enemies to maintain order , offend thee?
How has the Third Irony, to be controlled and lawful so all may be be free to sing and dance, offend thee?
I came solely to take a rest upon thine branches with your permission, as to rest for a small while in your motherly embrace. I was awakened by voices below me, and through my folly, joined in their dealings. Was it fate that I should awaken upon being there? Were I not humble in my service to protect you on one of your most Sacred Groves? Do I shame myself in this? I ask thee for help!"
He finished, heart beating and face lined with sweat. His energy spent, he then asked lowly, as if almost a cry:
"I have given up my heritage for You. I have left my people and their comforts to answer your Call. I have sacrificed my family's ties to better serve You. But I am mocked as 'pompous', and misunderstood for my beliefs. What more do you want…?"
With that he lifted his sword high, holding the item flat along both hands.
"My sword will forever be yours, as irony dictates. I am a Swordsong of Gaea, entrusted to bring down those who would threaten life itself. Why are you silent when I desperately seek your approval?"
He looked up at the night sky wishfully, hoping for something to happen, though he feared most likely it would not.
Chuckling to himself, he stumbled away mournfully, beginning to pack his things again.
He put his great sword at his side, bringing it in towards the grove and laid it by the roots of the Great Tree.
Kneeling and prostrating himself before the mighty being, he spoke in magical song, of old elvish tongue:
"Praise be to thee Gaea, Mother Earth, to be represented in this most Sacred of Groves. I commune with thee and with Nature Herself to aid me in seeking my answers. Please, for my words and praise to reach thee, bequeath me with a humble answer to guide me and my way. Have I strayed from my path? Have I offended thee? Do I not follow your teachings, to fill my charge as protector? I know not of what forces have guided me to this point, perhaps my own.
My protection comes with the Three Great Ironies of my order…"
He paused to catch his breath, and raised his arms towards the branches of the World Tree
How has the First Irony, to be a weapon of war to ensure tranquility through watchful warriors, offend thee?
How has the Second Irony, to take the Gift of the Hunter which hunts down with bloodlust your enemies to maintain order , offend thee?
How has the Third Irony, to be controlled and lawful so all may be be free to sing and dance, offend thee?
I came solely to take a rest upon thine branches with your permission, as to rest for a small while in your motherly embrace. I was awakened by voices below me, and through my folly, joined in their dealings. Was it fate that I should awaken upon being there? Were I not humble in my service to protect you on one of your most Sacred Groves? Do I shame myself in this? I ask thee for help!"
He finished, heart beating and face lined with sweat. His energy spent, he then asked lowly, as if almost a cry:
"I have given up my heritage for You. I have left my people and their comforts to answer your Call. I have sacrificed my family's ties to better serve You. But I am mocked as 'pompous', and misunderstood for my beliefs. What more do you want…?"
With that he lifted his sword high, holding the item flat along both hands.
"My sword will forever be yours, as irony dictates. I am a Swordsong of Gaea, entrusted to bring down those who would threaten life itself. Why are you silent when I desperately seek your approval?"
He looked up at the night sky wishfully, hoping for something to happen, though he feared most likely it would not.
Chuckling to himself, he stumbled away mournfully, beginning to pack his things again.