The Eve of Battle (event)
I grasp a thread and it suddenly disappears in a cloud of mist, slowly enveloping me until I am walking around blindly in a Fog. I hear chanting interspersed with small mutterings and follow it until I come across a lone man waving his arms as if in a trance. He wears a robe with skulls fastened across its belt and a pair of antlers that protrude from a band on his head. He opens his eyes and I see that he is nearly blind, the cloudy white liquid within swirling hypnotically.
"You're not supposed to be here, heh.”
I freeze, thinking he is talking to me, but I turn around and see a powerful man in tribal garb who has appeared out of the mist. His bearded face is troubled as he speaks.
"Do not question me, Magi.”
The Magi smiles. "The crows dance upon your arrival, Cenware, twas a massacre, I see, I see, Aversarian blood washes the hills, yes, yet the sun shines on the Sjalvolki, absolving you of sin.”
Cenware seems nonplussed by his ramblings. "The Aversarians are routed, they pose no more resistance. Dissipate the fog and stop the madness.”
"Hm. Yes. Tell the wind to stop blowing and the cock to stop crowing.” Nevertheless, the fog starts to clear, revealing the afternoon sun. The battlefield before us is littered with Aversarian bodies with Sjalvolki warriors raising their weapons in the air, celebrating.
The two stand in silence for a moment, then Cenware speaks. "What right did we have, Jarogg, to destroy a thousand years of empire? Tyrants, blood-worshippers, and despots ruled, but even the vilest of snakes have a clutch of eggs to keep. They lived and died like the rest of us, and soon there will be nothing left of them. Was it inevitable, or could I have taken a different path?"
Cenware glances at the Magi, but it is clear he is no longer listening, captivated by the fog inside his mind.
The vision fades out as I witness a few tears streaming down Cenware's cheeks as he stares at a tattered Aversarian banner.
A provoking speech, with none but me to hear.