From Eioin Boughsinger to His Majesty

Smiling as they approach, Eioin listens reverently. At the conclusion of the introductions, Eioin says, "Schalendagos Kallmak." Eioin inclines an a reverent bow, "You honor me sir with your visit and I gladly accept your invitation to attend our faithful offices the Holy Temple."

He turns to the lady, "Muluiundai Phillipa." He bows the same to her saying, "Any 'great' things you may have heard about me, are only due to favor bestowed by our Lord, Corellon Larethian. As he instructs, so shall I perform." Placing his right fist over his heart, he quotes a learned passage as if he's reciting a venerated poem without ever breaking eye contact, staring into Phillipa's eyes;
    "Blessed are those who bring aid in times of trouble.
    Damn-ed be those who flee from their foes.
    Beauty is art found in crafts and in song.
    Curse-ed be defilers and those who bring woes."

After completing is brief recital, he smiles at her and says, "Madam. I would enjoy nothing more than to dine, though poor company I'm sure only to be." He inclines his head at Phillipa in respect.

Returning to Kallmak, Eioin says, "M'Lord. Evil? Abominations? Oh yes. Evil abominations of terrible magic... terrible and powerful. I am simply fortunate our Lord provided me the guidance to be here where I was available to give aid to his Grace, the King and all of our kindred..." He looks back at Phillipa, "...no matter what station, nor of parentage. One may not select their parents, only should only be judged by those with whom they decide for themselves to be surrounded."

He returns to look at Kallmak, "When I saw from where they came, I lept into one of their portals to see if there was ought I could discover as to their source. Once inside, I was in a dark passageway leading only in two directions. One led to a 'tear' leading out to where the battle was raging. The other led down a corridor to where a devil creature stood, waiting. I knew immediately it was something of which power, I could not endure."

Suddenly remembering Eioin continued, "I recall reading in the Sacred Grove a text which spoke of such breakings spilling forth creatures from other worlds. If my memory hasn't failed for one reason or other, coming out of his remembering he smiled at Phillipa saying, "As this fragile vessel," Eioin indicates his body, "is ill suited to be much more than a candle to the light-of-day which is our Lord, a text entitled, 'On the Musings of Trion Worlds'. It was in these series of scroll-works that the story described these same 'doorways' but called these breakings, 'rifts'."

Again returning from his remembrance, "I was just a lad when I spent time in the Grove, but for one reason or another, this tale of the breakings... rifts, if you will, always fascinated me. It was set in a land called Telara, which was much like our world. From deserts to snowy mountain peaks."

Eioin put his hand to his chin and inclined his head concentrating hard to remember, "As I recall, the story went that Telara was a land which balanced and stored magical power, due to the fact it was the focal point of the elemental planes." Looking back at the other two to make sure they were following him, "You know... Air, Fire, Water, Earth, Life, and Death, and was the one single point where every one of these Planes intersect with each other.

Returning to his concentration, Eioin went on, "The story, which is why it probably fascinated and has stuck with me over so many years, went on to explain each Plane was governed by a dragon-deity, a personification of that elemental force.

"However, through the actions of what was called the Dragon of Extinction, in the common tongue known as 'Death Dragon' or in our language, 'Regulos', the various dragons had united in an alliance known as the 'Blood Storm'." Eioin again chuckled to himself, "The command this Regulos must have had to bring together to his will such powerful beings. The story said that Regulos purpose was to invade this land of Telara, in order to gain use of the intersection of all of their realms, providing access to draw magical power from each.

"In the 'Last Battle' of the story, the Blood Storm was ultimately defeated by the inhabitants of Telara, with the help of a deity called called, Vigil, who was the most powerful of the native gods on Telara.

"With his defeat, Vigil and the warriors, cast Regulos into the void around the elemental Planes. The five dragon compatriots were trapped within planes behind various wards which were supported by power conduits placed throughout the land of Telara. These wards and their power supplies were designed to close Telara off from external threats. As in all of these stories, it is prophesied due to the corruption of the inhabitants of Telara, the forgetfulness over time and the influence of secret societies and dragon cults, Regulos would return and gain entry to Telara, destroying the wards and causing these rifts to begin to open, feeding the strength of the trapped dragons and allowing their minds to enter, in a bid to destroy all of Telara's defenders.

"The story concluded by saying, at that point only the truly faithful would be called, which included heroes from throughout the long history of Telara's past, to take on this final, decisive struggle. For those pledging their lives, wealth, homes and souls in this epic struggle, Vigil would honor them and they would be called, 'The Ascended'."

Eioin paused for a moment in his retelling of the story, "Yes. Even heroes long dead could become resurrected warriors tasked to defeat the forces of Regulos and cleanse Telara of the threat of the Storm forever."

Eioin looked at the two standing there, he chuckles, "I remember when I read that story, I thought it was one of those tales written to teach lessons about loyalty and faith. You know, like 'The Snail Battalion' or 'The Hempers Rope'.

"I only hope some evil necromancer hasn't read this same tale and instead of using it as moral tale, decided to employ it as a guide to use dark magic, like that of the Drow, to make this tale of Telara, occur on Skell."

Eioin smiled and said, "Enough of my terrible storytelling. We need drink and song and stories about those who fought today but have left us to go forward into the shimmering disk and are able now to look upon our Lord's face in all of it's glory. The lucky bastards!" Smiling, Eioin indicated the way back towards the main hall.  "We need to lick wounds, dry tears, comfort the children and show these accursed creatures we will not give in, just as those of Telara never failed."  He began making small talk as they proceeded about how they fared in their travels.