Chief Tsuul: "My lord, the legions await your arrival, and your guards are standing by upon the balcony. When you are ready…"
**Xel walks to the balcony of his palace, and the doors open. He is greeted by a massive army of warriors under his command stretching as far as the eye can see. The sound of the near freezing rain is quickly drowned out by cheers and praise to the Nightbringer. Xelvellol raises his hand, and the legions fall silent.**
Xel: "Legends and myths. Legends and myths are what drive fear into the hearts of many. Fables of saints and angels haunt the dreams of our posterity. Unfounded, many of these horrors are. But the legends of Eschaton which all of you have heard since you were children, too weak to even lift a sword, are anything but fables. I was there. Your Chiefs who stand beside me, were there. You all should rejoice in that you were not present four centuries ago, when the Blightbearer fell at the claws of Eschaton. For Eschaton are far worse than the gaunt ghouls that haunt your dreams. They are nothing like what you have fathomed. They are our deepest threat, in our greatest hour. One moment of laxity could bring about our undoing. But we have an answer to their desolation. The Ebon Vale has its own legend. A figurehead of rectitude, vengeance, and triumph. We have the Immortal Champion…Svartravn."
The Legions of the Nightbringer erupt in ancient war cries, honoring the esteem of one of the most legendary warriors in the history of the Vale.
Xel: "The summoning has begun! Honor him as if he were the God-King himself. He will march alongside me, as we lead you to victory within the festering nests of Eschaton! Rest well, prepare yourselves. Victory is but a moment away."
**Being overpowered now by the sound of uncounted cheers, Xelvellol raises his hands again, and retreats back into his palace, his guards follow suit.
Several hours have passed, and the summoning ritual is nearly complete. Tsuul comes to Xelvellol's chambers.**
Tsuul: "My lord? My lord, can you hear me?"
Xel: "What? Yes, what it is Tsuul?"
Tsuul: "He is nearly here. It it time…"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
