Bloodline of Amirlyn

Baldric Ishimmyrl Nobleman and self-proclaimed "King of Aldlight"

Updated Log: Entry 1 Amirlyn has chosen me. She came to me in a dream first, and in disbelief, I wrongfully cast aside her prophecy. She told me great change would be brought to her children, the Amiyn. Then she appeared not in my dreams, but right in front of me. I was standing just outside of Aldlight, upon a hill where the stars could be seen glittering as bright as the capital city below them. She appeared as a beautiful constellation in the sky at first- a twinkling cosmic portrait of unfathomable standards by sheer works of nature. She then circled down from the heavens in a gust of stardust and mist to stand before me. I was awestruck, unable to comprehend the sighting of our beloved entity, and only able to drop to my knees in reverence. Before I could even bring words to my mouth to speak, she said to me what would alter the course of my life…   "Your time has come, King of Aldlight."

Updated log: Entry 2

Her majesty the Mazri Queen Asajj,

UPDATED LOG: ENTRY 4 - CONCLUSION

As the battle fades, Baldric’s army continues to stand strong, while Asajj’s army dwindles in strength and fury. Dominion closes in on Ur-Bahn, eventually tearing through the gates and into what was supposed to be a more peaceful Mazri fest. Baldric steps gracefully through the chaos of the rushing crowd and into the city. While he has his fair share of scrapes and bruises, he appears fiercer than ever. Defiance has failed to defeat him. His eyes narrow on Asajj in front of him, in his way, as she backsteps cautiously into her capital city with new fear. Baldric raises his paw to point at her.

Then something happens.

A deep rumble from the earth emerges, soft at first but then overpowering, shaking the entire city and armies to their knees. The battle stops completely. There’s a sound like a plank of wood hitting water, and the air suddenly deepens with humidity. The rumbling then fades again. Baldric, Asajj, and all others in the vicinity open their eyes and steady themselves again, only to see a deep, still pool of water surrounded by lush greens has appeared out of nowhere inside Ur-Bahn’s main gate. It hardly even looks like they are in Ur-Bahn now- foliage engulfs the entire area like a dense jungle, erasing any recognizable part of the city they thought they were in. Wait… what city were they in again? The sudden fog was clouding minds just as it clouded vision.

The confused and stunned silence is broken by Baldric’s proud laughter.

“What did I tell you, my loyal subjects?” He says, arms extended as he surveys everyone around him. “The Godpool will appear to me in Ur-Bahn, and so it has!”
Even Baldric’s most staunch supporters appear astonished. The fact that the Godpool appeared so publicly was surprising enough, but the fact that it appeared seemingly at Baldric’s will was even more frightening.

Baldric takes a steps a confident step forward while everyone else remains stunned. He holds his paw out over the water.

“Amirlyn,” he calls, “Answer me! Lend us your strength so that your children, the Amiyn, may rule Andras in your name!”

A blink, and suddenly the sun in the sky vanishes- replaced by the moon. The dark of night drops like a heavy blanket over the land, despite being midday a near second ago. Distant and near screams of surprise echo around Ur-Bahn. The once still waters of the Godpool quickly swirl into a gushing whirlpool, opening up a dark, deep center from which a white smoke appears. It is soft and weightless like a mist of rain, and it almost forms a figure. It seems both familiar and unrecognizable in shape.

“Baldric, nobleman of Aldlight…” A strong, lucid, and feminine voice comes from the mist.

“Y-yes?” Baldric replies, looking a bit shaken himself, at this point.

“I’ve been watching you.”

“Then you know our actions have been in your honor, your grace…”

Baldric bows. He did not hear the faint twinge at the end of her sentence, the slightest indication of some sort of emotion that was otherwise buried by a neutral tone. It sounded like annoyance.

“Your dedication is seen, heard, observed. But it is… misdirected.” Amirlyn’s tone takes a sharp downward turn on the last few syllables uttered. “You wish for the vanquishing of Mazrim, at the behest of my name? To think that a child of mine would be so self-righteous, and so foolish.”

A wind picked up around the Godpool as Amirlyn’s voice grew harsher, colder, and angrier with every word. Baldric took a step backward.
“How can the moon exist without the Sun? Night without day? Light without dark? You err in thinking I would seek to destroy the half that makes me, us, Andras, whole.”

The whirlpool from which Amirlyn’s presence had emerged respawned, and the wind grew stronger.

“Y-your grace, we only-“ Baldric started.

“You have only convinced others that I am but a selfish, unwise, bloodthirsty tyrant. A definition only becoming of you.”
The wind swept Baldric over onto his backside. He scrambled to a sitting position, ears flattened and eyes widened in fear at the booming, scolding voice of Amirlyn.

The wind settled into a hardy breeze before Amirlyn spoke again, this time with a significantly calmer tone.

“Aldlight has a monarch, and she is here among you now. Those of you guided by twisted politics built upon frustration and anger, you will find your solace in her. If only you had looked harder to begin with…”

Amirlyn’s misty shape barely moved, yet Rue could feel her eyes upon her.

“Your grace,” Baldric shouted, standing up again. “I rightfully claimed the throne! Everything I have done has been in your honor!”

The wind picked back up to a storm’s level all at once. The mist of Amirlyn twisted and swirled like the whirlpool below it.
“And in my honor your rule ends.”

Something unseen grabbed Baldric’s ankle, and he fell over onto his backside yet again. Amirlyn’s presence faded from sight, and the water of the Godpool swirled so violent that it split open in two. The water parted into a dark void in the center, into which Amirlyn disappeared. The invisible force began dragging Baldric after her.

“N-no! Wait, noooooo!” Baldric’s cry echoed through the forest until the whirlpool’s center encased him and he and his last words vanished.

Everyone blinked, and the sun returned again. Then the Godpool, and Baldric, were gone.
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After the witness of an exceptional smiting, of which certainly no Woolyne had witnessed ever before, the previously raging battle stopped. Minds were quite foggy- what exactly had just happened? Amirlyn spoke to us, but where? When? Had days passed? Had the Godpool been found? Where was it again? Many forgot what they had even been doing in Ur-Bahn in the first place. Only one thing was clear: This battle, and this war, was over.

Those in alliance with Baldric either fled with their tails between their legs, or otherwise threw down their weapons and ceased any fighting. Silver and any other lingering Thieves Guild members fled the scene immediately. Tension seemed to fade as quickly as it had risen.

Amirlyn’s blessing came of no surprise- to Rue, at least. She revealed that her mother Pandora was indeed still alive, just hidden away from the battle, and had suffered wounds rendering her much weaker than she once was. It was in private that Pandora had expressed to her daughter that, at the hopeful defeat of Baldric, she would retire from the throne and relieve her crown to the rightful heir. A queen that would hopefully sew a divided city back together.

Asajj and Rue came together immediately to begin reparation of damages that had been done. Rue asserted that no more fighting would be done in the Amiyn kingdom’s name against the Mazri on this matter. Asajj, relieved beyond anything else, asserted that she believed it. Peace would be restored between the two kingdoms again. Aldlight would be rebuilt, and Ur-Bahn would be repaired. And Queen Rue would make sure of it.