Serpentis Family/Erik Eyolf/A Warrior of Ora
Erik had a martial smile under the helm. Walking by Ashforth and Nivemus was like walking on the extensions of his achievements. There he fought, lost friends, killed enemies and was one of the protagonists in the fall of the Sultanate. Called by his servants as Sultan of Sultans and by the devotees as Aienheint, the God incarnate, the Silver Dragon brought his Legion and the best soldiers of Sirion under his banner, honoring his former knight and best friend, General Ryu from the Clan of the Lions. A small killing in Salta was not enough to go into the town on parade, so he tried to be modest even with three huge war machines behind his Akodo Champions. If his legion had not arrived in time, the enemy would not have retreated. This made him tremendously happy. There was no gold to pay the satisfaction of seeing Atanamir running like a frightened puppy.
Without a captain, the Duke of Avamar gave the orders personally, ordering the soldiers to take care of their equipment and to rest before a new attack. Before a true battle. Then he walked alone to the great temple, ordering his scribes to provide him a place to rest and receive visits. He knew that many in Nivemus didn't like him, even those who had fought at his side for the rise of Nivemus had forgotten the great Judge he was and only remembered an elf whose ego was unbeatable. A dragon that could devour the whole world in a single bite. However, confident he advanced and entered the temple. There he had to answer only to the Goddess. He walked to the most impressive white tree he found, like the one he preserved in Trinbar. Erik didn't knelt, but he withdrew his new sword from its scabbard with respect, touching the ground with the sharp tip.
Erik Eyolf: "I'm here as I promised. I banished the usurpers out of Your sacred presence, I defeated the Sultans and I'm here to defend Your realm. This is the sword that will kill in Your name. This blood is my first offering, a kind gift from Perdan. I have more rights over this land than Atanamir never have. I don't fight for human tribes, I fight for You. Now I have to go, if You really have me as Your favorite, remember to send me something beautiful and sweet while I'm here. You know me well..."
Erik winked and left the sword sleep in his belt once again. He needed to find his accommodations and enjoy the night with a good wine and what Ora would provide.
