Yemekar forgives everything. But I'm just a prophet...so I don't have to.
Amen.
"The seed of the prophet shall sit the throne, and drown in flame the
mountains of man." But Yemekar revealed something else.
"Beware, Prophet. Beware the False King, Kerwyr Frostbeard he
shall be as a wall between Urguan and destiny."
Lo! While Kerwyr Frostbeard has murdered my beloved, he shall not
have the throne! He shall not come betwist her and prophecy!
The seed of the Prophet shall sit the throne, and drown in
flame the mountains of man!
He will abandon you, my sweet nation. Once he has what he needs,
he will leave you alone. What else could you expect from a liar and
a killer of women?
Kerwyr says all this trouble, all this strife, is on our heads. Says
we're to blame. Says nobody has anything to complain about, and if
it's not fine for you and yours, that's because you a backslider and
you've fallen into sin... Let me tell you about sin. It's a sin
when you turn on your tap and no hot water come out. It's a sin
when you work 18-hour days and can't feel your young ones. It's a sin
that Raomir sleeps in his mansion, and you got to make your
bed in hay and straw. But I'm here to tell you something, brothers and
sisters: the biggest sin of all, the mother of all sins, is that we sit
back and take it.
What I do, I do for love! What lion does not cringe to see their cub
in pain?
Do you hear that screaming, Kerwyr? That is the sound of your
interference. You have led my nation into temptation!
I have seen the seeds of fire that will prepare the Sodom Below for
the coming of Yemekar. But it will not be I who carries that banner
up the hill. That job...falls to you, children. That job falls to
You.
I may be the one who strikes you down, Kerwyr, but you've always had
a knack for self-destruction. Who's to say you won't beat me to the
punch?
Kerwyr, I'm a fool. I've sent mighty armies to stop you; I've rained fire on
you from above. I did all of that to keep you from the throne,
when all I needed to do was tell the nation the truth.
