Serpentis Family/Erik Eyolf/1500
Brutally intense. His life was a journey forged with blood. The little elf from Slimbar had risen like the morning sun. Erik had become a symbol of the Great War. He's character was carved in the first battles after the long peace. Owner of a determined ambition. The Silver Dragon soared to the top of the world. All he gave to Sirion, Sirion gave him back. But never without a good fight. Some could not stand and fell. Their names were devoured by the sands of time. Others have had to recognize. That little elf had come to stay. He had come to bring the name of his house and leave his mark in the history of East Continent.
Eccentric, insane and vulgar. Few people were able to reinvent themselves so many times with success as he did. Erik was getting old but his biography was not ready. The end point was far away in the mists of an uncertain future. It would take another lifetime to look at his past and tell all his memories and tales. Bards would certainly have many songs to sing about Erik Eyolf Serpentis, The Silver Dragon of Sirion.
Priestesses: "Who are you?"
Erik Eyolf: "I'm Erik Eyolf Serpentis, the one whose the elvish name cannot be told. Son of Slimbar, from the forests and falls. Beloved of Elune. In my veins runs the blood of ancient dragons. I was born with the blue moon in my eyes and stars in my crown."
Priestesses: "Who are you?"
Erik Eyolf: "I'm Erik Eyolf Serpentis, former Marshal and Second in Command of The Army of Sirion and The Red Dragons. Knight and Count of Dolmbar. Margrave of Trinbar. Judge of Sirion. Duke of Avamar. High Commander of The Silver Legion. Elune's Hero and Inquisitor of The Church of the Holy Sacred Grove."
Priestesses: "Who are you?"
Erik Eyolf: "I am Sirion... and Sirion is my soul."
The priestesses smiled and removed his white tunic. Under the moonlight they served the sacred drink and danced around the fire. They sang with the lunacy of Elune in their eyes.
They broke out in laughter again,
His lip beaded with sweat as they strapped him in,
And he stood by and waited to be called.
The talk was of times that had gone by
And the quantity and quality of women they lie.
His eyes welled with wet and his mouth had gone dry.
As he stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited like the others before
For his turn to go over the falls.
He got up and tried it again.
For lack of persistence is surely a sin.
As he stood by and waited to be called,
He looked to the lightning with glee
And admired his vessel for it's symmetry...
As he stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited like the others before
For his turn to go over the falls.
Naked, Erik walked over the stones feeling the moonlight bathing his skin. And then he went under the waterfall. The heavy water purified him. There, in the heart of Sirion he communed with Elune. Soon the priestesses gathered with him to a warmer and seductive dance.
Priestesses: "Who are you?"
Erik Eyolf: "I'm Erik Eyolf Serpentis, The Silver Dragon of Sirion. Father of a nation..."
They laughed and engaged in warm caresses. Lovers, hidden by a veil of water. Erik was a rare specimen. His noble ancient blood and unique characteristics would permeate an entire generation to worship Elune. It would be a sacrilege to waste those good seeds. A sacrifice he enjoyed. Diving in the hot wet curves... of fate.
I'm not talkin' about no demonstration
I'm talking about having some fun
I'm talking about dancing
I'm talking about love your neighbor till it hurts
I'm talking about love, I'm talking about some love
I'm talking about some love, I'm talking about love...
Under waterfall, under waterfall
Let's steal the eye that sees us all.
