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The year is 6722 by Alfheim reckoning, and today marks the 62nd day since you left Alfheim and the Gymnasium. Two month and just as many days have passed since your Centum Viginti, which marked the end to your years of learning and the beginning of your Travail. Every Child of Yggdrasil must venture into the wider world when they reach their twelfth decade, and bring back something of value to their Elfhome. Some leave to seek new art and poetry, others pursue knowledge of how Humes and Stouts wage war, and others simply seek giant piles of money.
For your Travail, you chose a purpose somewhat grander in scope. Some would claim you seek to grasp something beyond your reach. Others would applaud your ambition. Those who know you well enough would rub their temples in a vain attempt to quell their budding migraine, secure in and thoroughly exasperated with the knowledge that you are motivated at least in part by a desire to learn what the menfolk of Hume and Stout can offer to a willing and eager young woman.
The assumption there is not a lie, but is also not the <span class="mu-i">sole</span> purpose of your Travail.
Your ambitions are simply every bit as large as your libido.
Before you return to Alfheim, should it take you ten years or ten decades, you <span class="mu-i">will</span> see the treaties that once stood between Hume, Stout, and Child of Yggdrasil renewed. The heirs to the Dragon Kings and the Forge Fathers shall be made to remember their ancestral oaths, and the three peoples who live in the Light of the Sun Above shall stand united once more. The old trade routes shall be renewed, and the wall of blades and fire against the Blight that has been fractured by time shall be rebuilt stronger and sturdier. Hume and Stout will once more visit the Elfhomes as they did in ages past, the superstitious fears of child-faced witches and warlocks shall be banished.
If it takes a bit of bedroom diplomacy to get that done, you certainly have the training for it. What's more, such dealings would simply be repeating the course of history as it had gone thousands of years ago. In the Age of the Dragon, peace between Elf and Hume was won after centuries of bloodshed not by the might of the Rod, the Ring, and the Ranger, but by the kiss of the first Daughter of Irminsul. Helen Flame-Kissed earned the title of Dragon Queller not by striking down the man who sat upon the Throne of the Fire Dragon, but by taming him with the pleasures her body could offer him.
She is an inspiration to all Daughters of Irminsul, and one whose deeds you hope to mimic even in the smallest way. You met her not a month ago amidst the ruins of the Dragonkeep and the flower fields that carry in their roots the memories of a half-forgotten age. She had sprouted into a small but splendid tree, and in her gnarled branch-hands she held her still beating heart, holding back the Blight within it for two thousand years.
The year is 6722 by Alfheim reckoning, and today marks the 62nd day since you left Alfheim and the Gymnasium. Two month and just as many days have passed since your Centum Viginti, which marked the end to your years of learning and the beginning of your Travail. Every Child of Yggdrasil must venture into the wider world when they reach their twelfth decade, and bring back something of value to their Elfhome. Some leave to seek new art and poetry, others pursue knowledge of how Humes and Stouts wage war, and others simply seek giant piles of money.
For your Travail, you chose a purpose somewhat grander in scope. Some would claim you seek to grasp something beyond your reach. Others would applaud your ambition. Those who know you well enough would rub their temples in a vain attempt to quell their budding migraine, secure in and thoroughly exasperated with the knowledge that you are motivated at least in part by a desire to learn what the menfolk of Hume and Stout can offer to a willing and eager young woman.
The assumption there is not a lie, but is also not the <span class="mu-i">sole</span> purpose of your Travail.
Your ambitions are simply every bit as large as your libido.
Before you return to Alfheim, should it take you ten years or ten decades, you <span class="mu-i">will</span> see the treaties that once stood between Hume, Stout, and Child of Yggdrasil renewed. The heirs to the Dragon Kings and the Forge Fathers shall be made to remember their ancestral oaths, and the three peoples who live in the Light of the Sun Above shall stand united once more. The old trade routes shall be renewed, and the wall of blades and fire against the Blight that has been fractured by time shall be rebuilt stronger and sturdier. Hume and Stout will once more visit the Elfhomes as they did in ages past, the superstitious fears of child-faced witches and warlocks shall be banished.
If it takes a bit of bedroom diplomacy to get that done, you certainly have the training for it. What's more, such dealings would simply be repeating the course of history as it had gone thousands of years ago. In the Age of the Dragon, peace between Elf and Hume was won after centuries of bloodshed not by the might of the Rod, the Ring, and the Ranger, but by the kiss of the first Daughter of Irminsul. Helen Flame-Kissed earned the title of Dragon Queller not by striking down the man who sat upon the Throne of the Fire Dragon, but by taming him with the pleasures her body could offer him.
She is an inspiration to all Daughters of Irminsul, and one whose deeds you hope to mimic even in the smallest way. You met her not a month ago amidst the ruins of the Dragonkeep and the flower fields that carry in their roots the memories of a half-forgotten age. She had sprouted into a small but splendid tree, and in her gnarled branch-hands she held her still beating heart, holding back the Blight within it for two thousand years.
