A tall, dark figure stepped into the cathedral of Enos for the first time in decades with a blackboard underneath his arm. Pinning it in the center where the anvilpodeium stood, a message in fine chalk:
If you want my Aether and to correct any sins, do half of the things I have done.
Put underneath the chalk were instructions written in red. A close examination would declare a dittering sparkle of Aether - something that the messenger has little left of and what the student wanted.
Be someone of note, not just in Enos, but Meranthe as a whole.
Host several festivals to this god - maybe he will answer.
Conquer a land or expand the lot. I can see that you're all lazy.
And finally, sunder the wings of the Black Dragon cult by ripping Viraliche's head from her dainty body.
It seems that the answer was given: Prove yourself worthy of it.
If you want my Aether and to correct any sins, do half of the things I have done.
Put underneath the chalk were instructions written in red. A close examination would declare a dittering sparkle of Aether - something that the messenger has little left of and what the student wanted.
Be someone of note, not just in Enos, but Meranthe as a whole.
Host several festivals to this god - maybe he will answer.
Conquer a land or expand the lot. I can see that you're all lazy.
And finally, sunder the wings of the Black Dragon cult by ripping Viraliche's head from her dainty body.
It seems that the answer was given: Prove yourself worthy of it.