The Patron's Wrath

[Tsuyose 3285]

As the gathering above concluded, the heavens truly rumbled as a lone being returned to its realm, casting its gaze down upon the mortals below with a righteous look upon its face, eyes narrowed. He lifted his left arm up and into the air, air rushing and gathering, golden wisps of a brilliant mist began to manifold into a singular object. His stave glowing faintly, suddenly he jutted his arm down and so it was that final lightning bolt that struck his Prophet, leading him to be sealed away within the Fragment and locked within the Nether.

 

 

It would become apparent to the Aengulic being that he too had to step into the mortal realm and intervene, his Brotherhood crumbling and a few of his Paladin’s running amok among the mortal plane. The large crystals behind him rumbled and hummed faintly, his gaze then drawn toward a certain person. Calling for him, Crumena for his assistance and in turn he would be gifted his desire.

 

 

 

Then, the silence was indeed broken. The being took his step forth and into the mortal realm, his stave kept beside him as a minuscule section of the heavens parted for the Aengulic being - his body morphed and shrunk somewhat from his gigantic size as he took his first few steps into the mortal realm.

 

His body continued to morph and his disguise revealed itself to be that of his most dedicated Prophet. The Paladin’s would feel it coming. The return of an olden one. Donned in a suit of plated gold, stave in one hand and long sword in the other, he marched onward for the Brotherhood of The Golden Lion.

 

And so he marched with Crumena and another of the Lance after departing from the heavens.

Hilan Athna had returned, the Wrath of the Patron revealed. His Prophet fallen and his anger apparent.

 

 

 

So like, I'm  back to finish this event line with Xan and the Brotherhood.

[Huh 91]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.