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Zyf's Journal Part 17
This is chapter XVII of the Journals of Zyf, devoted of Myn
A Royal Reception
The Emperor stood before the masses on a raised obelisk in the center of the arena. His royal purple robes shimmered in the newly born sun’s rays. As he addressed the citizens of Imperium, the arcane magicks surrounding him carried his voice to every person, low-born or high, in every city, town and village in the realm.
“We, who are your Emperor, do bid you all to cease your labours, lend your ears, open your hearts and celebrate with us upon this glorious day! We declare this day a royal holiday from this date hence! The sun, who is our golden sister, has been returned to us. Her golden glance piercing through the bitter cold of Winter finding us with her light, surrounding us with her warmth and nourishing us with her presence. Today, we give to you,” and here he paused just for a moment, “the HEROES OF THE REALM!”
(Thunderous applause)
(Trumpets blaring)
(A thousand white doves loosed into the sky)
‘People of Imperium! Look upon the faces of this heroic band and be heartened! Here are the adventurers who traveled deep into the frozen northern wastes of the Wyld-lands and released the sun from its bonds! We give you… Zyf’s Talons!’
(Thunderous applause)
(Trumpets blaring)
(Panties dampening)
A chant arose from the crowd, “Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…”
‘Here is Chun Yao, an Eastern monk!’
“Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…”
‘Emma Carlyon from the South!’
“Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…”
‘Quintain, an elf of the forest!’
“Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…”
‘Flann, who is tall!’
“Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…”
“And their noble leader, a cleric of no small renown, a paragon of virtue, the apex of holiness, the height of morality, the dwarven ideal…ZYF, DEVOTED OF MYN!!!!!!”
“Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…”
Striding forward in glimmering plate mail, came Zyf, devoted cleric of Myn. His rugged good looks caused maidens to swoon and his commanding presence caused warriors to weep openly. Holding his mighty hands before him, the humble cleric quieted the crowd.
“People of Imperium,” he began softly.
“Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…”
“My cohort and I thank-you for the welcome.”
“Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…”
“We are pleased to have served you in this hour of need.”
“Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…Zyf…”
The rest of his speech was drowned out by the fervor of the people, and Zyf, master orator, let them yell. This was really their day. The people needed an opportunity to celebrate and if their focus was upon the might cleric, then that was fine with him. Soon enough, life would return to normal here in the Imperium and the memory of this day may be the only thing that got them through some bleak time ahead. For now though, joy and happiness were in the air and optimism about the future filled the land.
Hours later, when the crowd had quieted somewhat, Zyf continued, ‘I regret to say that the Talons and I must return to the Wyld lands…’ (stunned silence!) “…to continue the fight for goodness and righteousness…” (renewed cheering) “…and so we take our leave of you and offer you Myn’s blessings!”
(Thunderous applause)
(Trumpets blaring)
(Spontaneous pregnancies in the crowd occuring)
Moving back to join his group, Zyf cast a minor spell and teleported the Talons back to Tentail in the Wyldlands. So powerful was that spell that Smuj was carried along with it as well as a minor lord from an obscure house (and his retinue).
What travels and travails await the mighty Zyf?
Tune in next time to find out!
Coming soon: Chapter 18 of Zyf’s Journals!
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