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Fifteen men and women depart through the Temple's Runegate, unto the reign between Hel and Meranthian soil...
Five candidates, accompanied by two champions each. Wherein they brave the trials of ocher skies.
They succeed in proving their status as people of Athelios - and a decision is wrested among the men present.
A vote between candidates pushes one godblooded man to the numerical advantage in vouching,
yet out of his own volition and in pursuit of a perfect harmonious balance, he pushes a stalemate.
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Therein it was decided that former Captain Vaelrun Emris would be the new Oracle,
made Champion of Raphael the Fair in three years time, who stood firm in favoring the new mystic.
He is crowned by the kingmaker to a small and privileged audience - twixt the pylons of their god upon his realm.
Thus doth the pilgrimage find swift return, bathed in bliss and dark magic burns alike...
With the Oracle they had promised upon departure. Enriched by cheer, the new mystic of twilight spoke:
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"By solemn and hallow vow I ascend and sport the crown of the most illuminant brilliance and the deepest umbral curtains.
On this holy night we stand at the beginning of a new era for the people of Aphros,
where we shall cast aside the restraints of chaos and move further into the light that creeps upon the approaching horizon.
Look upon each and every face that surrounds you, and know that by fate we are all bound.
In unity beneath the gaze of the Watcher at the World's Edge, of our Lord Athelios-
we shall imbibe in greatness that has been forgotten by Meranthe since the Age of Myth.
Return to your lives, to your loved ones. Drink, be merry, and find solace in your fellows.
Tomorrow the brave soldiers of the Bastion and members of the Church of Aspera shall march against the abominations of the Greathive.
Steel your wills and gather your strength, for greatness awaits us all."
With the Oracle they had promised upon departure. Enriched by cheer, the new mystic of twilight spoke:
"By solemn and hallow vow I ascend and sport the crown of the most illuminant brilliance and the deepest umbral curtains.
On this holy night we stand at the beginning of a new era for the people of Aphros,
where we shall cast aside the restraints of chaos and move further into the light that creeps upon the approaching horizon.
Look upon each and every face that surrounds you, and know that by fate we are all bound.
In unity beneath the gaze of the Watcher at the World's Edge, of our Lord Athelios-
we shall imbibe in greatness that has been forgotten by Meranthe since the Age of Myth.
Return to your lives, to your loved ones. Drink, be merry, and find solace in your fellows.
Tomorrow the brave soldiers of the Bastion and members of the Church of Aspera shall march against the abominations of the Greathive.
Steel your wills and gather your strength, for greatness awaits us all."