Serpentis Family/Erik Eyolf/Rollbarian Wood - Part II
Erik was accustomed to the big corteges. In times of war, the lines were formed to greet the victorious soldiers or cry their deads. Exercising the Judgeship he had to travel many times inside Sirion holding courts and investing. On every road the Stormwalkers had to keep the people under control.
In peacetime it was completely different. He marched in the vanguard with a contingency of his soldiers. The other was to guard a small troupe of artists and servants moving slowly, inevitably attracting the attention of those who saw the road to Parm. Obviously, they all would be well accommodated within the city.
Erik Eyolf: "I want a group of ten veteran soldiers with you, Captain Andre. I will visit the temple of the White Tree. Only with the artists and some servants. I want to enjoy this night..."
The Duke of Avamar had his small entourage walking to the great temple. Erik walked up the stairs with his proud expression. A priest came to greet him. He always had an aversion to them. He sought to control his instincts. Normally he does not even agree to be greeted by a priest instead of a priestess. He let his bard talk for him.
Bard: "Elune bless your soul, Priest of Ora. Here is my Lord, The Silver Dragon of Sirion, Elune's Hero and Inquisitor of the Sacred Grove. His desire is nothing less than to be properly received by the High Priestess of Ora who presides in the temple of the White Tree."
While the short presentation and request was made, two servants came and placed a chest at the feet of a surprise priest. Open, it mirrored the fire of the torches with a golden glow.
Bard: "Gold, my friend. Shinning golden coins directly from the Sultan's coffers!"
Gold opened the doors. A generous donation. He would enter anyways, but it always seemed appropriate. And how he got everything he got after that it's not for the mundane looks to see. It was enough to know that Erik always got what he wanted and that time was no different. He leaned in a square under the night and a big tree surrounded by priestesses, his dancers, singers and musicians. At first the presence of some musicians and dancers from the Sultanate caused surprise, but Erik showed how they were just another triumph of Sirion. His servants kept the glasses filled with wine. So was the moment to share his herbs. Gormok had brought to him at the time they entered the city. The pipe produced smoke and relaxation. An easy laugh that slid along the lips. Obviously, Erik exhibited hinself for them and soon he felt a gentle hand pulling the shirt to see the evening star marked in his white skin.
Erik Eyolf: "Hieros Gamos. The star is Elune's symbol. Her power over the sky. Symbol of our Sacred Marriage at the Temple of Dolmbar when I was just a young warrior. But don't worry... She knows I'm a lover..."
The musicians started to play the sitar. The wine and herbs made their bodies slide together as the hours passed and they exchanged caresses. Erik talked to them about the wonders of Elune and wove sincere compliments to Ora. And the same elf who spoke so much, there among the women he practiced the art of listening while artists captured those moments to reproduce in paintings ands sculptures. A blessed and engaging courtship. And before sleep embargoed in the best of dreams with the naked bodies caressing each other, he sang to them.
I once had a girl,
Or should I say
She once had me.
She showed me her room,
Isn't it good?
Rollbarian wood.
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.
I sat on a rug,
Biding my time,
Drinking her wine.
We talked until two,
And then she said,
It's time for bed.
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh,
I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath.
And when I awoke,
I was alone,
This bird has flown.
So I lit a fire,
Isn't it good?
Rollbarian wood...
