Post by Vidar on Oct 9, 2006 10:33:45 GMT -5
There was a stillness in the air, accompanied by a frost the night before that had left many farmers in various states of panic as they scrambled to do what they could in hopes that they would have enough set down to handle both the winter ahead and the new taxes to fund the church’s expansion.
Overall, there was a general air of foreboding, as the lighthearted attitude overall in the city had dissipated over the last few weeks into fear and worry. It was in this time that people became violently steadfast believers in the word of the church, thinking it their only means of salvation from their trying times.
In a procession that mimicked that which had occurred leading up until the execution of the young heretic's dragon; Vidar slowly, with as much regality as he could muster with his hurriedly patched injury, marched through the milling crowd that quickly parted before him to make way for the much feared yet greatly worshipped Father Vidar.
Mounting the platform the dragon had been executed upon, the filth of which had been scoured away long before, Vidar turned to face the tense and expectant crowd. "My people," he began, his voice carrying to the far reaches of the square so that all could hear his voice, "Your king, the noble Lord Elyan, is no more."
This news came as a shock to them; there were cries of alarm, cries of fear, cries of sadness. If they were leaderless, how would they ever survive? Elyan was gone, no one quite knew what had become of his queen, and the future seemed bleak for the inhabitants of Avaren. "Yet, all is not lost." He continued, gaining their utmost attention.
"The nature of Lord Elyan's death is a tragic one, for it was by the very heretic’s doings that he fell, as they drove him near insane to the point where he could not distinguish friend from foe." At this, there were several muffled protests, which were solidly ignored. "As such," he said, raising his voice slightly, "God himself has chosen me, Father Vidar, to ascend the throne and take over where Elyan failed. It will be through me that we shall purge ourselves of the witch, the demon, and the heretic. Through me we shall be led into an era of purity, into a living heaven on Earth!" He decreed, nearly shouting at his finish.
At his proclamation, the citizens, almost to the man, broke into wild cheers for their new "King", those few that didn't slinking off into whatever back alleyway they could, seeking only to get out of this city and far away now that the city was held firmly in the palm of Vidar's hand.
Overall, there was a general air of foreboding, as the lighthearted attitude overall in the city had dissipated over the last few weeks into fear and worry. It was in this time that people became violently steadfast believers in the word of the church, thinking it their only means of salvation from their trying times.
In a procession that mimicked that which had occurred leading up until the execution of the young heretic's dragon; Vidar slowly, with as much regality as he could muster with his hurriedly patched injury, marched through the milling crowd that quickly parted before him to make way for the much feared yet greatly worshipped Father Vidar.
Mounting the platform the dragon had been executed upon, the filth of which had been scoured away long before, Vidar turned to face the tense and expectant crowd. "My people," he began, his voice carrying to the far reaches of the square so that all could hear his voice, "Your king, the noble Lord Elyan, is no more."
This news came as a shock to them; there were cries of alarm, cries of fear, cries of sadness. If they were leaderless, how would they ever survive? Elyan was gone, no one quite knew what had become of his queen, and the future seemed bleak for the inhabitants of Avaren. "Yet, all is not lost." He continued, gaining their utmost attention.
"The nature of Lord Elyan's death is a tragic one, for it was by the very heretic’s doings that he fell, as they drove him near insane to the point where he could not distinguish friend from foe." At this, there were several muffled protests, which were solidly ignored. "As such," he said, raising his voice slightly, "God himself has chosen me, Father Vidar, to ascend the throne and take over where Elyan failed. It will be through me that we shall purge ourselves of the witch, the demon, and the heretic. Through me we shall be led into an era of purity, into a living heaven on Earth!" He decreed, nearly shouting at his finish.
At his proclamation, the citizens, almost to the man, broke into wild cheers for their new "King", those few that didn't slinking off into whatever back alleyway they could, seeking only to get out of this city and far away now that the city was held firmly in the palm of Vidar's hand.
