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Visions of the Prophets

Hireshmont, the Great Prophet

The Battle of Ascension, Hakan-del-Zir

The moon rose in the north, the sun in the south. The Fields of Zir were burning, burning, burning. Sartan wept. And he was sore wroth. His eyes burnt with rage, hate, and pain. He blew on his mighty Horn, Calephas, and the Souls of His Flock came to his side. They were armed well, prepared to do battle against their foe. Their phantom-forms were translucent, light filtered through. The Soulhost of Sartan was ready. Gheros, Sparticus, Rikku, Vash, White Assassin, all the False Sartanians, and many of Ibladesh, and others, all gathered round.
Across the field I saw a second host. At its front stood proudly a man. I knew his name was Qyrvagg. My soul stood with him. His Soulhost was not so large as Sartan's, nor so well equipped. But in their eyes was bloodlust and war. These Souls knew what it meant to be a True Sartanian, an Acolyte of Qyrvagg. Qyrvagg turned to me and spoke. "You must record all you see this day. I shall scorch it in your heart with my flaming wrath. I shall cut it in your mind with my red blade. You are my Prophet, my instrument on the Earth."
Then Battle was met. The two Soulhosts collided. After horus of the fiercest fighting ever in the Heavens or on Earth, Qyrvagg stood over Sartan. The Elder had been subjected by the Younger. Sartan was cast down.
Then Qyrvagg turned to me and spoke, telling me his desire for a warlike Church. For true belief. I remember not his exact words. But I have recorded all the meaning of the conversation we had in the Tome of War.

The Trial and Escape

    • Six beings stood before me. There was Gheros, the Fallen Pontifex of the Fallen God. There was Sparticus the Just, Haruspex Maximus of the Fallen God. There were the combined Souls of my accusers. There was Qyrvagg and Sartan. And there was Baiko, my friend and ally.
    • The Being that bore Gheros' likeness stepped forward and spoke, saying, "I am Impudence and Obstinance. I am Vice and Failure. I am Lost Hope and Forsaken Dream. I am Heresy and Hypocrosy. I accuse you, Prophet of Qyrvagg, of bearing false witness to Sartan.
    • I replied, "I have born no false witness. I have spoken only that which Qyrvagg would desire. And, because Sartan is subjugated to Qyrvagg, it is Sartan's Will as well.
    • Then Sparticus the Just stepped forth and spoke. "I am equality and fairness. I am merciless and loyal I have duty to fulfill. By the will of Sartan as spoken by the Pontifex Gheros, I condemn you to the death of a dog, by torture and execution."
    • I replied, "I name you Just, for such is my fate. By the laws of this Fallen Realm I deserve death. You have held true to your duty, I comend you. Ever shall you be known in the annls of the Church as a friend."
    • The Souls of the False Sartanians then spoke. "We are Nemesis. We are the misled Mass that follows. We condemn you, for such is the decree of Gheros, or Mind-Master."
    • I replied, "I forgive you for your betrayal of this Realm, your Religion, and me. You know not what you do, your mind is governed by Gheros alone, not yourself.
    • Then Qyrvagg and Sartan spoke together, saying, "We see our strong servant. Take the fate you have been offered. Defend the True Faith and Die by the hand of Sparticus the Just, as ordered by Gheros the Fallen Pontifex."
    • I nodded and wept.
    • Then Baiko spoke, "What of us? What of the remaining flock of Qyrvagg?"
    • Qyrvagg replied, "Go to Valentia, it shall be your next home. Seek there battle, bring Glory to my Name.
    • The next part of the vision I do not well remember. It came in pieces during my attempt to be caught and executed by Sartanian forces. At long last, Qyrvagg spoke to me again.
    • Hireshmont, First Prophet, Loyal Servant, Friend of Qyrvagg. Fly this land! Five days have you lingered, waiting for just execution. The officials have failed. Fly to Oligarch. There will you find War and Battle, Glory to Me, the God of Battle!

Hridrion, the Lost Prophet

First Incarnation of the Prophets

    • I awoke, startled, from my sleep. Before me lay a gray sword, with a black sash wrapped about its blade. It lay at the foot of my bed, which glowed like diamondflame.
    • A great panther, also black, but with a gray streak along his side, and claws that also blazed in orange heat, strode to my doorway, which blackened and crumbled as he approached.
    • "I am Solecos, messenger of the Lord of Hosts, the God of War and Battle, the Ascended God, Qyrvagg. I am his servant, as you are."
    • I watched in awe as the panther rose on its hind legs, and clasped the sword between its paws. The black cloth stayed wrapped around the blade. The panther tossed the weapon to me, and I caught it.
    • I cried out in pain, for it seered my hand. But I held onto it even so.
    • "Hridrion Vellos, you are to take your brother's place. He has fulfilled his service to Qyrvagg, now is your time. You shall be the second prophet of Qyrvagg. Fare thee well"
    • I held the sword as it cooled in my hand, and fell back asleep.

Doom of Chance

    • 'A great green serpent rose before me. I saw the Panther of Qyrvagg standing opposite it, and the sword, in my hand, before me.
    • The panther lept at the serpent, even as it struck at me. I felt a sharp pain in my wrist, just before the panther rent a hole in the serpent's sider.

This is all that Hridrion managed to write before he died of a sudden and fatal disease.

Amekal, the Grand Prophet

Second Incarnation of the Prophets

    • I awoke, startled and bewildered, from my sleep. Before me lay a gray sword, like what Hridrion had described in his letters, with a black sash wrapped about its blade. It lay at the foot of my bed, which glowed like diamondflame. Also there was a skull wrapped in an orange sash, like unto that worn by Baiko.
    • A great panther, also black, but with a gray streak along his side, and claws that also blazed in orange heat, strode to my doorway, which blackened and crumbled as he approached. The dream seemed much akin to Hridrion's.
    • "I am Solecos, Annointer of Prophets of the Lord of Hosts, the God of War and Battle, the Ascended God, Qyrvagg. I am his servant and friend, as you are. Your relative Hridrion had great misfortune, but you shall not suffer the same fate, for Qyrvagg himself guards you, you are his friend."
    • I watched in awe as the panther rose on its hind legs, and clasped the sword between its paws. The black cloth stayed wrapped around the blade. The panther tossed the weapon to me, and I caught it.
    • I cried out in pain, for it seered my hand. But I held onto it even so. When I looked at my hand, I saw a small scorch mark of the sword's crossguard, never to be removed.
    • "Hireshmont Vellos, you are to take your reltive's place. He has fulfilled his service to Qyrvagg, now is your time. You shall be the third prophet of Qyrvagg. Fare thee well, long shall be your time in service to Qyrvagg."
    • I held the sword as it cooled in my hand, and fell back asleep, deeply moved by these dreams.

Call to Valentia

    • Before me was a great ship in an icy bay that I knew well. It was the harbor at Sale, in the Barony of Makar, where I have been serving Qyrvagg and the Barony.
    • The ship bore the banner of an axe and a sword, a viking ship. But its sails were black with gray stripes, its captain wore blazing orange. An omen, I must depart for Valentia, where to take up Hridrion's mantle.

The Temple

    • It stood four hundred feet high, and each side was 600 feet long, it had three sides, with a triangular flat top. The side facing the sun's rise was orange. The other sides were black, and the top was gray.
    • Wide steps went up each side, and statues of great warriors from days gone by lined the walk.
    • A great fire burned at the top, and the banner of Qyrvagg, a gray sword and black background, whipped in the wind. Each of the statues bore a pennant to their realm, and to Qyrvagg.
    • When I came to the top of the stairs, I saw three figures awaiting me there.
    • The first was that of Solecos, in all his splendor. The second was Qyrvagg, arrayed in full battle regalia. The third was a tall man, bearing a banner of a great sun, and who's tunic was emblazoned half orange, half light green, with a great R on it.
    • Qyrvagg turned to me and spoke:
    • "Amekal Vellos, my Third Prophet. Valentia shall not be my home forever. Seek a new home, that Solecos will lead you to. When you have found that home, seek ye this man," Qyrvagg motioned to the man, who stood as still as a statue, "When you have found him, you have found where my Temple shall be made."

The Gifting of the Weapons

    • I stood at the top of the Grand Temple, looking down through the shaft into the ritual room, onto the altar. The whole congregation was gathered there, nobles and peasents, soldiers and workers.
    • I saw myself on the altar, speeking, passionate about something. Suddenly, soldeirs bearing a crest I did not recognize rushed into the Temple. Weapons were drawn by all, fighting ensued. In hours, the overwhelming numbers of the soldiers crushed the few Qyrvaggians, and the Grand Temple was burnt to the groun.
    • Then I looked in front of me, and I saw Solecos, the Annointer of the Prophets.
    • "Prophet of Qyrvagg, hear my words, which are from Qyrvagg," he began.
    • "This catastrophy shall ensue, if you do not take the gifts that are given to you. To prevent this, I give three gifts. The first, is the gift of a new protector. Your sign shall be not only the blade, but also the phoenix, which shall be as a beacon and defender in times of need. Thus, my servant, Tialok, shall come to defend you in secret. The phoenix is the first gift, and is entrusted to the Priesthood."
    • "The second gift is the Staff of the Phoenix. This is a weapon which I give to the Prophets, to be given to whomever guides my Church and leads the flock. Let it be as guidance to you. A light in darkness, a strength in need. Should it fall into the hands of those not pure in my sight, all is lost for my Church. The staff is the second gift, and is entrusted to the Prophets."
    • "The third gift is no less important. It is the Flamebanner. Let this standard blaze forth over the ranks of my hosts, let it shine as death to its foes. This banner is not of cloth and dye, but light and heat, of fire. Let it touch not the Earth, for it shall scorch the ground you tread upon, and be lost. Carry it always into battle, to show that Qyrvagg is with Hist Hosts, in Victory and Defeat. The banner is the third gift, and is entrusted to the Master of the Holy Hosts."
    • Then Solecos was gone, and I knew no more, until I found myself standing upon the altar, in the Grand Temple, with everyone else gone on various duties and errands. I wrote down all that I have seen. These are the words of Qyrvagg.

The New Temple

    • Solecos came to me, striding between the horses of my Riders. He bore himself strongly, for he had news of great import.
    • "Amekal Vellos, Servant of Qyrvagg, Third Prophet, Keeper of the Grand Temple, Wielder of the Phoenix Staff, Friend of Battle."
    • "I, Solecos, come with this message! You must tear down the Grand Temple in Irombro! Stone by stone, you must remove it! The ground must remain bare! You must empty its coffers and armories!"
    • "But I have provided an even greater gift! The land of Bolkenia shall be your new home! Go there, and build a Temple even greater than before, to the same designs! Bethany, Countess of Bolkenia, shall be your friend, for I have made her my Grand Priest, annointed like Baiko!"
    • "This do in the name of Qyrvagg, that you shall see the Phoenix!"

End of a Prophet

    • Amekal stands atop the temple in Irombro, praying to Qyrvagg for guidance and strength
    • A freezing wind whips by, and Amekal tenses
    • "Amekanun..." the wind whispers. Amekal looks up.
    • "Amekanun..." whispers the wind a second time. Amekal stands and looks about him, slowly.
    • "Amekanun..." Amekal turns around, looking down on the city of Irombro.
    • "Amekal. Face me." comes a voice from behind him, where Amekal had been looking moments earlier.
    • Amekal's muscles go rigid. He knows that voice. He had not heard it since he was a mere teenager, but he could not forget it. It was the voice of his predecessor. It was the voice of Hridrion. Amekal slowly turns.
    • A pale and ghostly form stands before him, holding a phantom blade. In his left hand he holds a serpent, his right a sword. The serpent's fangs are embedded in his foot, as his hand grasps the tail.
    • "Amekal, why have you come here?" demanded the apparition.
    • "I have come to pray, as is my right, privelige, and duty." replies Amekal.
    • "Amekal, why have you come here?" demands the apparition, more forcefully.
    • "I have come to Riombara, for a true Vision from Qyrvagg guided us, the Church of Qyrvagg, ehre, where we can flourish." replies Amekal, sure of himself.
    • "Amekal, why have you come HERE?" demands the ghost, as it reaches out its arm and places its phantasmal hand on Amekal's chest.
    • Amekal looks baffled, utterly unknowing. He doesnt understand what Hridrion is asking.
    • "Remember, Amekal, prophets never die..." whispers Hridrion as his ghost blows away in the wind. Amekal stares blankly for a few moments, not comprehending. He looks around him.
    • Walking up the stairs of the temple, to the roof, are several figures.
    • There is a man in chains, there is a man carrying a great sword across his back, there is a panther, there is a phoenix, there is a red-garbed man bearing an axe, and a white-clad man bearing a proud lance.
    • The beings line up before Amekal in that order, and speak in that order.
    • The man in chains speaks, his face is obscured, "Amekal, I am bound by my own arrogance, by my ambition, by my attachments. Do not mimic me or follow me. Remember me as I was before I Fell from the grace of Qyrvagg. In distant lands have I betrayed him. I spoke his words, and I ignored his commands, prferring my own." The man in chains steps aside.
    • The man carrying the great sword approaches, speaking, "Amekal, you know me well. I am He Who Cast Down Sartan. I am your God and your aid, I am your friend and your protector. I bear in person a message for you, words which you must hear." Qyrvagg steps aside, beside the man in chains.
    • The panther steps forward, speaking, "Amekal, I am the Annointer of Prophets. I come to annoint the Prophet, I come for the passing of a great man into a greater one." The panther steps aside and stays beside Qyrvagg.
    • The phoenix sweeps forward, and speaks, "Amekal, I am Tialok, the guardian and defender of the Church. I come for the preservation of a great man, that one day a greater may arrive." The phoenix goes to be with the Panther.
    • The red and white garbed men step forward. The red garbed man says, "I am Sartan, bringing courage for your time of need." The white garbed man says, "I am Eshen-Hosral, bringing the skills which you will need for your time of testing." the two figures go to stand behind Qyrvagg. Qyrvagg comes and stands before Amekal.
    • "I have come, Amekal, for you have done well. The whole Church has done well. I am pleased, my faithful servants. Bring me war and battle, bring me that which raises man to the pinnacle of his eternal self and being. But there is one thing that stands between the Church and Me."
    • Qyrvagg gives a sad, and pained, expression to Amekal.
    • "That thing is you. The Church cannot survive if you are always here for them. There will be times when you cannot speak or be spoken to. There will be times when you are truly gone. My Church must learn to live, Fatherless and Orphaned. And you must learn to live in complete devotion."
    • "For there is one thing which you remain attached to. He In Bondage" Qyrvagg gestures to the shamed figure in chains, "Is bound, for he placed one thing, even one virtuous thing, before me."
    • "Amekal, you have put your personal excellence and leadership of MY people before ME. This you cannot, must not, do. There is only one way I can teach you this. You must die to your self."
    • Amekal looks confused.
    • "But... who will lead the Church? Who shall be your Voice, your Prophet?"
    • Qyrvagg's expression darkened.
    • "I will lead MY Church. They will be lead by counsel. Do you doubt your Grand Priest? DO you doubt your priests? Do you doubt your... friend, your Master of the Holy Hosts?"
    • Amekal said nothing.
    • Qyrvagg shakes his head.
    • "There will be no Prophet. There shall be a treasurer: Gwinny. The high priests and council and arch priests shall vote on all matters of importance. Your policies were good, Amekal, and in right course with My Will. But you yourself were awry."
    • Amekal says nothing.
    • "Remember, Amekal, Prophets never die..." Qyrvagg places his hand on Amekal, and pushes him. Amekal, shocked, stumbles backwards, falling through the light shaft that leads to the main temple. The main in chains leaps after him, but the man in red grabs his chains, and yanks them cruelly, muttering something about vengeance being sweet.
    • The Panther looks on sadly, and Qyrvagg is impassive. The man in white smiles slightly.
    • Tialok swoops after Amekal, follwoing him in the plummeting fall. Just before Amekal hits the drum at the base, Tialok catches him. A shining white light explodes all around. The shape of a man, but made of light, lands softly on the ground, then blows away in the wind. The body of Amekal is born away by Tialok, in the direction of Athol Margos, never to be seen again until the time is right for the Return of the Prophet.
    • (OOC- Hireshmont is the main in chains. Red guy is Sartan. White guy is Eshen-Hosral.)

The Amekanun

    • Just as I lay down to sleep, a blinding light filled my quarters in the temple in Avengmil. I looked up, and Tialok, Phoenix-Guardian of the Church, perched majestically in the middle of the room
    • "You have come for me again." I stated.
    • Tialok was silent for a few moments, then spoke.
    • "I have come, for Amekanun. To awaken him."
    • I felt my eye flare again, Amekanun awoke within me, the Son-Spirit.
    • "Follow me." commanded Tialok.
    • I felt Amekanun coerce me, or was it convince me?, to mount the phoenix. Moments later, I was hundreds of feet over a tumultuous battlefield. Thousands fought, thousands died. Carnage was everywhere. My heart lept within me, Amekanun smiled on my face, for there were some, glowing brilliantly, who stood tall, bravely defending their comrades, sacrificing all, epitomizing the virtues, even amidst the carnage of those who did not.
    • "This is Hakan-del-Sorteh, the Battle of Time. All time is a battle, every person called to hold their part of the line. It is the great Cosmic Conflict. Not between Sartan and Qyrvagg, not between any nation and an enemy sovereign, not between a hero and villain. This is the battle between humanity, and its own inner self, the poor dark thing which dwells in all people, the coward and qeakling that QYrvagg calls you to leave behind, to take up the sword in battle, and by sheer physical means overthrow."
    • The phoenix swooped lower. I saw Qyrvagg walking among the battle. He fought not, only encouraging the brave, discouraging the cowardly. When he found one who had been valiantly slain, he lifted the carcass, and blew into its face. Then he would lift the man's weapon, and strike him twice with it, causing blood to flow. Then he would place his hands on the wound, and it would be healed, and the man would come alive, and walk away from the battlefield.
    • "That is the reward of Qyrvagg to those who live in such a way that the Cosmic Battle is more full of valiance than dismay."
    • Then the Phoenix flew far from the battle, to a glistening city. There, I saw all people dwelling in harmony. For those who had been raised by Qyrvagg, walked many hard miles to this city, leaving all cowardices, all weaknesses, by the wayside. Here, all were heroes in their own right, in whatever profession and walk of life they had lived. Tialok deposited me on the top of the largest Temple of Qyrvagg I have ever seen, it is too grand and gigantic to be described, or even be seen all at once. It is surely 100 miles tall at least, and I stood upon the highest pinnacle.
    • "I leave you here, Amekal Amekanun." spoke Tialok. I nodded.
    • I saw a figure walking up to me, up the stairs. It came slowly, yet was already almost to the top where I stood.
    • "Hello, Amekal, Third Prophet of Qyrvagg, Friend of the Avatars, Servant of the Lord of Battles. Hello Acolytes and Priests of Qyrvagg, Friends of the Avatars, Servants of the Lord of Battles. Hello Amekanun, Son of Qyrvagg, Lord of the Avatars, Second to the Lord of Battles."
    • I stood, awed, as Solecos, annointer of the Prophets, spoke to me.
    • "I am Solecos, Annointer of the Prophets, Annointer of the Gods. I was before Sartan, and I was before Qyrvagg. I was with Ramsus at the beginning. Through me, the First War Pantheon was raised, and they failed, though I served them loyally, for I am merely a servant and tool. Through me, the battle of Hakan-del-Zir was fought, and Qyrvagg ascended, and Sartan was cast down. And now I reveal to you, by the will of Qyrvagg, the heritage of the Church, and the heritage of the Prophets."
    • "In each Prophet dwelt a piece of Amekanun, the Son-Spirit of Qyrvagg. It grew in each, becoming greater in each. It came to you, and needed birth. Its birth was your death, its achievement of true wisdom, of deity, was your rebirth, and in you Amekanun lives, now fully ripe in wisdom, and valor, in strength. There will come a day when your mortal body perishes, and on that day you shall go to sit with Qyrvagg, your father, the father of all Prophets. The Church is, as a body, the Son-Spirit, the Child-Spirit, for any could be the next Prophet, be it man or woman. And when that Prophet passes away, they too will come to sit with QYrvagg. And so the cycle will continue, with each Prophet being a conduit for the Child-Spirit, Amekanun, to be in the Church."
    • Then Solecos blew a gust of wind on me, and I found myself again in my room. There was a burning sensation on my chest, and I ripped my tunic from me
    • On my chest was a black mark, a gigantic symbol, a phoenix bearing a sword, the Child-Spirit, The Amekanun

Enunciation of the Amekanun

    • Hear the words of Qyrvagg, the Enunciation of the Amekanun, through the Prophet Anointed by Solecos!
    • Things of the world shall change, but I am changeless. I am the tide that shifts with morning and evening, but is constant. I am the rock upon the mountain top, which has weathered many storms. I am the rebuilt ruin of glorious empires. I am the memory of legends. I am the direction of all winds, and the force that drives them. I am the Name and the Strength.
    • I am in the sharpened blade and the well-bound shield. I am the binding of forged blades. I am the steel heated in desert flame and cooled in the arctic on the same day. I am the Giver, I am Ancient and Strange. My enemies I Devastate, to my friends I am Life.
    • To my Church I am the faithful hero, I am the faithful sword of heritage and tradition, which has never failed. I am unfailing, and shall be so for evermore. This is my promise, that in the darkest shadows I am most ready to strike.
    • Take heed, faithful warriors! Take heed of my words:
    • The Age of Amekal is ending. He has long served my purpose, and done well. Now he shall be taken up into the Amekanun, and be no longer with you. Soon, now, there will be not even a trace of his breath upon the wind. Soon, there will be not a hair of his head left. Nor shall any heir of his be made Prophet, not any blood-kin or constant friend. Only those born of factions and chaos may become the beacon of the Church, for they have been in the heart of darkness and found a golden thread out along the Path of the Amekanun.
    • I say this: With the ending of the Age of Amekal comes a new age, whose name is not yet revealed to you. In it the forces of heaven and hell are unleashed upon the world. It is a time of great testing, a time needing of faith beyond hope, beyond reason. But the Church shall be blessed in this time, and make great gains.
      • The one whose name is Giving, he is but a face of a spirit known to you as the Panther-Messenger, as Solecos.
      • The one whose name is Living, he is but a relative of mine, sent to wreak deeds of renown.
      • The one whose name is Arcane, he is one you have not yet known. He is the one known to me as Taronlu, the Demi-God of Oblivion. I have unleashed him upon the world to test the faith of the world.
      • The one whose name is Devastating, he is one you have known in an age gone by. He is the one whose name was Hosral, and who has been unbound from his twin Eshen.
    • I have yet to loose more archons and horrors upon you. I have yet to make greater trials, more destructive losses. I have yet to rend your heart until you cry from oblivion. In the times to come, think only of five things: 1. The Virtues I have shown you, 2. Faith in the things I have said, 3. Strength of arm, 4. Speed of mind, 5. Preservation of the Church.
    • Those shall be your concerns, make them foremost in your mind.
    • These are the words of Qyrvagg, the Enunciation of the Amekanun, through the Prophet Anointed by Solecos.

Sendan, the Raging Prophet

Third Incarnation of the Prophet

Amekal appeared before Sendan in the temple, Solecos at his side. Sendan was in prayer, but immediately sensed Amekal's presence.

"Prophet!" he exclaimed.

But he said nothing else, for Amekal held up his hand, his disturbed eye blazing like fire, static electricity lancing through the room. In his hand was a great gray sword with a black sash wrapped about its hilt. In his other hand was a skull, wrapped in an orange sash. An invisible flame seemed to burn around Amekal and Solecos, charring the wood frame of the door.

A strange voice, not Amekal's voice, came from Amekal's mouth, "I am Solecos, Anointer of the Prophets of the Lord of Hosts, the God of War and Battle, the Ascended God, Qyrvagg. I am his servant and friend, as you are. The age of your ever-faithful and long-suffering predecessor, Amekal, has come to an end. Now is the time for your leadership. Qyrvagg will guard and watch over the Church, and Qyrvagg himself guards you, you are his friend."

Then the panther rose on it's hind legs, and clasped the sword between its paws. The black cloth, fell to the floor, unveiling the pristine blade. He tossed it to Sendan, who caught it, but immediately released it clattering to the ground, for it scorched his fingers. Then he picked it up again, bearing the pain without comment. The burn becomes real, and scars Sendan's hands permanently.

"Sendan Falcore, when from your injuries you awake, you shall take Amekal's place. He has fulfilled his service to Qyrvagg, now is your time. You shall be the fourth prophet of Qyrvagg. Fare thee well, long shall be your time in service to Qyrvagg."

Then Sendan falls back into a deep slumber.

Visions of the Grand Priests

Bethany Darkwaggler, Grand Priest of the Foundation

The New Temple

    • I too had a vision before I built the temple. In fact, it's what inspired me to build the temple. It was no where near as grand as the visions the Prophet Amekal has.
    • I was in a field, surrounded by battle. At the end of the battle I was the only one left alive. Then the Solecos the Panther walked up to me. She told me that the followers of Qyrvagg would never fear death and battle, then all those that had died rised again.
    • She then told me a little of the religion and told me to get in contact with Amekal. She told me that Qyrvagg needed a temple and that Amekal knew how it must be constructed. I then awoke.
    • My second in command, Amanda, looked like a ghost. She told me that I was having seizures and the physicans did not know what was wrong with me. I then immediately sent my scribe to meet with Amekal and everything Solecos told me he did as well. I then had the temple built, with each stone being dragged from the Guild, The Church of Qyrvagg. And that is the beginings of the religion.