Serpentis Family/Erik Eyolf/Prime Minister of Sirion
Some days ago...
Erik was seated on a balcony in Krimml, behind him were his domains, the magnificent duchy of Avamar. He balanced the pipe with his lips in an impatient slow pace, ignoring the spiraled smoke rising above his gray hair. He waited while a wave crossed the realm to reach him. In those last moments of waiting the silence reigned over the city.
Sirion City was the first to celebrate. Then, Trinbar and Dolmbar filled the day with the people always faithful to the Silver Dragon spreading the news. Singing and dancing, filling their mugs with beer and wine. Going down the Sirion River, the news reached Avamar and filled the Holy City with a celebration to be remembered. The ecstasy filled their souls when the Priestesses anointed the statues of the living god. The Red District would burn day and night. The sculptors who have expected the victory advanced to carve a new full title. Not just words, but a well-crafted piece to portray the victories and achievements left to history and next generations. Art in its excellence.
Your Sacred Majesty, Aienheint, Lord of the Silver Fountain, Ruler of the Marble Castle and the Ivory Tower.
Sovereign of the House of Serpentis,
Prime Minister of Sirion,
Royal of Sirion,
Sultan es-Selatin,
Ambassador of the Elven Republic,
War Judge and Silver Dragon of Sirion,
High Commander of the Silver Legion and Arch Priest of the Sacred Grove,
Protector of the Temples of Avamar, Krimml, Trinbar and Dolmbar,
Duke of the vast duchy of Avamar, Princeps of Krimml and of all the neighbouring regions, Margrave of the Holy City of Avamar, Margrave of Trinbar, Count of Dolmbar and conqueror of many foreign lands.
When the howls reached Slimbar, silent torches were lit in the land of his ancestors. The sacred heart of Sirion pulsed with fire, offerings at the temples in day to respect and honor the gods in many old ways. The sky would be cloudy with smoke from bonfires, fireplaces, incense and war. They looked at the stars and saw a dragon rising while another roared beneath the earth wanting to ascend. Erik heard a lonely ride take Krimml's main square. The scribe stopped with a heavy breathing, looking around. And there he saw the elf on the balcony. The man jumped from his horse very quickly in his knees while Erik shook his hand and left the pipe.
Lucky Scribe: "All hail to the new Prime Minister, Erik Eyolf Serpentis, Prime Minister of Sirion, Royal of Sirion, Duke of Avamar, Margrave of Avamar, Vice-Marshal of Silver Legion."
The citizens came from everywhere in an instant. A festive horde celebrating its new ruler in triumph. While sun and moon fought for the sky, Erik stood up and seized his sword, brandishing it, claiming the spirt of Sirion to rule his people. A lover approached him and instead of whispering that he should remember that he was merely a mortal, she exulted him, giving him beer and remembering that he was a dragon, a living god to guide Sirion to unconditional victory. However, that night Erik wanted to be Sirion. He disappeared into the house just to arise on the street and celebrate with his people.
Erik Eyolf: "Tonight we will ask the gods to turn the waters of the Sirion River in beer. Then we will drink it!"
