Of Divine Blood - Printable Version

The weakening of Vdali's bindings, the conflicts within the Hollow World, and the mere whispers of the schism had already cast waves of unrest across all Meranthe. Yet, all paled before the wildfire of an open, unbridled war now raging in the realms beyond, its fury underscored further in the wake of the Summit—be it in the grievous wounding of Ualdir or the brazen challenge to Enarr's authority and decree by the three dissenting deities.

From the landscapes of the Altan's Few under the Exarch's care and protection, to the myriad sects of the Pantheon within the Ten's Citadel and the capitals of Aegis. Concern, zeal, and perhaps even hatred had spread unchecked and in equal measures, stirring the hearts of the devout and the priests of the Gods.

And thus did they enlist. The scions of Enarr, stepping past veils and shadows, prepared to arm themselves and ensure the Spirit King's will is fulfilled. Warriors who rallied under Ualdir's banners, driven by unabated fury toward those who threatened the life of their patron. Acolytes and sorcerers of Mestra, many hailing from the various hamlets and villages now within the watch of the Empire.

And so did you; the bearers of divine lineage, inheriting legacies and bloodlines from your gods above, standing out among even your already very capable peers, now to be raised and trained under the banners of Aegis to don the azure and gold.

Just as you have been nurtured and elevated for all but a single purpose: when the flames of conflict blaze and the moment arrives to determine whose will prevails, yours shall be a hand among those that cast a decisive stroke.