Last Hope of a Lost Age (event)
Character: Isa of Mecinpasa
My ancestors were great men. Warriors and scholars, poets and avengers. Holy masters of the Ritualist faith, but they failed in their sacred duty. They brought forth a near end to Sarradon in The War in Heaven, and then lost it all with the Saints War. What use is the glory of their reign and the mightiness with which they swung their sword when our homelands are now held by Wardenites and foreigners?
What's more, it shames me to know that I am not them. I am no great warrior, and I was hardly a girl when my lands were taken by the Wardenites. If I were to die today, what would history say? Would I be a footnote as the last Ritualist? Forgotten entirely?
But the books I surrounded myself with as a girl held knowledge, great knowledge I have used to survive the intricacies and intrigues of the heathen court. Perhaps, maybe, if I simply... think... then perhaps I can find us a new path. As the last chance for Sophocoism, is this any less than my holy duty?
A world rests on my shoulders, and I must push forward...