Apotheosis

[Sultan 3953]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cBPJZeZ-6ac&feature=related

It was a cool summer day, and Imperial Scribe Cecil Virosi sat peacefully at the local tavern in Arethor. His eyes wandering the sky, he fancied he saw a bright light descending from the sky. As it approached Arethor he could clearly see it descending from the heavens towards the Imperial Palace. Virosi, a very old man, was seen fumbling as a lunatic, jumping and running as fast as his arthritic legs could carry him towards the palace. He entered the Throne Room, and saw the various priests and clergymen carrying out their rituals and prayers, as they had for years since the Emperor went into his mysterious catatonic state. He looked on the unmoving Emperor resting upon his throne and lost the hope that he had with seeing the light; He had hoped that the Emperor would return and lift the veil of darkness from their lives, but alas the Emperor was still.

And lo, the light entered the throne room and descended towards the Emperor. Virosi at first did not trust his aged and over-used eyes; He closed them and reopened them, but the light persisted. As it reached the ground it halted in front of the Emperor’s throne; it was as if the sacred radiance reached forward and placed a hand on the Emperor’s blessed chest. Virosi heard faintly a soft and gentle voice murmuring to the Emperor “O’ Rise most divine and gentle soul for thy hath gone for long and thy flock needs there shepard.”

Virosi’s eyes were fixed upon this godly event that was transpiring before his very eyes; he could not begin to conceive the things he was seeing or hearing. Virosi fell to his feet and looked on, streams of tears flowing down his old cheeks. He saw the scepter in the right hand, this mortal world it rules. He saw the orb crowned with the twin-barred crux in the left hand, the carrier of the faith, its protector and its first, the divine realm it rules. The crown, the sacred crown, the tool used to appoint gods, representative of Asulon and what lies beyond, which unites this world and the heavens. But theses were mere symbols in the eyes of Virosi. He saw the real power was in what held them; the Man-God, the God in the Man, the profane made divine.

The Divine and Most Holy Emperor, may the Creator bless him, rose to his feet. He held the Imperial Scepter and Orb; upon his head rested the Imperial Crown, as if not one day had passed from his time of slumber; His face so gentle and welcoming and his features so bright and compassionate that it was shame to look upon him and feel one’s mortal flaws made manifest.

The Clergy at first, likewise to Virosi, did not trust their eyes. However, as the divine vision persisted, they fell to their knees, their foreheads to the ground in prostration: the act of ultimate submission to divine authority. The Emperor’s holy lips parted and he spoke in the most gentle of tones; though his words were firm, as if he was their father. His voice carried sacred authority and demanded obedience- not out of fear, but out of divinity and holiness. ‘’Hearken, let it be known to my loyal and loving subjects that we hath returned and that our being is safe and sound. We have foretold of danger and darkness that shall come, but do not fear, for our radiant light shall cast this evil back to the dark abyss that spawned it. Now, call forth our banners, and make haste to my brother, and tell him to move our armies and seal the borders. Furthermore call forth the nobles, for there is much to plan.’’ It was as if the commands came into one’s heart, and there is nothing one could do but to obey such wisdom and magnificence.

This is a story of the Apotheosis of His Most Divine & Imperial Majesty, the Holy Emperor of Oren & The Regent Eternal Of The Kingdom Of Heaven, Godfrey The First Of His Name.

Authored by Imperial Scribe Cecil Virosi. At first I doubted my eyes, but after much reflection and prayer I have come to the conclusion that what I saw was a divine revelation, and a pronouncement by our Divine Emperor of things to come.

[VonAulus 2082]

((I am not sure that I can reply in rp, but since I am a priset I might have been there.))

Another day, another service, when would this man wake from his seemingly eternal slumber? None of the clergy's prayers seem to call to the Creator and ask for their Emperor back. Maybe, just maybe, if all the subjects were to send a prayer to the heavens it would reach the divine creator. They needed unity in this time of darkness.

Archbishop Jedidiah Silverblade sent his prayer up and then conveyed the prayers of the Holy Lands, just hoping to make a difference. To his amazement, a bright light could be seen through the windows of the blessed throne room. Maybe it was an eclipse, so he rose from his knees to walk outside and see. Not two steps to the exit, the light hovered into the room and landed near the throne. He rubbed his eyes and looked to his fellow clergymen who were standing. Then a voice could be heard, but he could not make it out, and light moved and the Emperor stood. Wonder and awe surged up in ham and he dove to the ground, pressing his face to the floor. He was too lowly and a sinner, he should not gaze upon the divine light.

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Patrick Horen had been standing guard, watching his beloved grandfather for any sign of movement when it had happened.

When the light came he was taken back, unclipping the Crozius of Duty, ready to defend the Emperor, he faced the figure, unable to look he shut his eyes, his faith would guide him

Then suddenly he felt calm, and something gently willed his eyes open and he saw the figure, knowing it was no threat, the First Chaplain clipped the Crozius of Duty to TS chain at his belt, and sunk to his knees, watching the golden being do its work

He did not avert his gaze, even if he went blind he would watch, for he could not stop looking even if he had wanted to

He sat there, on his knees, unable to move or hear any but the being as it did God's will

The being was gone suddenly, and his grandfather rose, but Patrick did not see it, not as we see it. He saw a figure bathed in golden light stand, and the world around him shades and colorless. The priests were a soft blue color, and the soldiers and guards around the same way

Patrick had lost his former sight, but it was God's will this be so. This was God's gift

Then, it was all dark. He could not hear his grandfather, or, he could, but was panicked, he had lost all his sight

He felt around on the floor, crawling, he crawled to his grandfather's feet, kneeling and sinking his head to the Emperor's feet, praying, despite all he said

"Welcome home..."

He kept praying in his blindness, for it was God's will this be so, and it would be God's will he get his sight back

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