Master of Scion's Story
"Master Xinz'r, we are ready to leave when you are.", said Akssel'sal-Ithisskk, advisor of Xinz'r, Master of Scion of Echo of Silence, an old secretive priesthood devoted to protection of The Black Rose and spreading the Faith of Sithis. He was standing at the center of the ritual hall in Blackrose Temple, looking at the room, knowing he won't be coming back anytime soon. The hall was big, made out of stone, circled with clean, grey stone pillars above which was balcony on all sides looking at the ritual hall, and small stairs that went down, leading people to the ritual site itself. Above the stairs and pillars there was a wall filled with red flags, depicting a black flower... a black rose, between them were real roses, red and beautiful.
After a few moments of thinking and looking at the hall, Xinz'r slowly started to walk to the entrance of the temple, big wooden doors, depicting another rose. He went up the small stairs, and out in front of the temple. There, a dozen Argonians wearing all-black armors waited for him, along with Akssel'sal-Ithisskk, all sitting on their guars, with one guar being free, obviously reserved for Xinz'r. Wearing black robes with red lines and red tabard depicting a black rose on it, his face hidden by a black mask, he mounted the animal and the caravan slowly started to move to the city gates.
As they were riding along the streets of Blackrose, Xinz'r was thinking about the war that rampaged the land he was going to, Argonia's region called Shadowfen, site of war that devastated Echo of Silence, the infamous 'Crimson Skirmishes', which left Xinz'r only Master of Scion remaining alive, out of eight that ruled the priesthood before it. He was looking at all the xanmeer and mud huts there... stone and mud mixed together, a strange, yet beautiful scene to look at.
As they travelled, Xinz'r noticed how Argonians became more militaristic ever since they joined The Ebonheart Pact, more interested in outside world then probably ever before. He was thinking about whether it was a good thing, to come in contact with other races and show ourselves to the world, or bad thing, since there was a reason why Argonians kept to themselves for centuries... they never had pleasant experience with outside world, and thus prefered to keep to themselves and defend what is theirs. His thoughts suddenly shifted to closers topics, as they arrived to Hissmir, an old xanmeer village in southern Shadowfen.
He was now thinking about his quest to re-establish Echo of Silence and Touch of Shadows in this region of Argonia, now in ashes and once an invisible empire within Argonia, since this region was most destroyed during the Crimson Skirmishes. After years of fighting, people slowly lost faith in Sithis and turned to worshipping only The Hist, acknowledging Sithis as the true god, but refusing to do any rituals such as those The Echo did, since it reminded them at war and bloodshed.
Xinz'r's caravan slowly went to a ruined xanmeer not far from Hissmir, where they established their newest hideout and temporary base, since The Echo wasn't very wanted in Shadowfen anymore. As others took the package they had into the xanmeer, Xinz'r stood at the top of the xanmeer and looked at large statue near Hissmir xanmeer, where some apprentices were having a training.
"Silence.. it echoes. I have returned.. The Echo will be heard again.", Xinz'r said quietly and went into the xanmeer to join the others.
End of the prologue
by Xinz'r on 2016-11-06 05:47:04