Serpentis Family/Yeux/The Great Maharshi of Agyr
Time. Yeux always knew it was a matter of time. For a moment he closed his eyes and remembered Falasan. Dakhir and Frida, his brother and sister who had fallen before him. A lineage of heroes. The triad. He remembered his long pilgrimage to Dwilight to found Averoth and challenge Morek. He learned something there with the crazy followers of the Red Star. Even being a Hero, he's aged. He fought his last battles against the Monsters in defense of Avalon. He found full enlightenment as Grand Druid. Good old times.
Yeux opened his eyes on a balcony of the Golden Palace, observing the vastness of his city until the high walls of the Temple of The Sacred Blood, the greatest splendor of his work as Great Maharshi. What an ordinary man would take years to realize he had done in months. Under the mantle of the priesthood he converted those lands, purged of its weaknesses and rescued the old traditions and the Old Gods. Where there was only disbelief after the last Great Invasion, he erected temples and shrines with the aid of The Bloodspeakers to discipline the people and restore the old faith. His temple and now his city. Results of hard work. And yet, admiring the vastness of his achievements, he knew there was still a great distance to the results of all this work and all the work that still needed to be done. A good start, but just the beginning.
