We Golden Few (event)
The wait from when the rider leaves to when I expect their return is a tense one indeed. The days of silence that follow that are tenser still. Rare is the Lëlmand that gains such a prestigious promotion from conquering lands so worthless. Rarer still is the Lëlmand that gains such a promotion without knowing the state of the lands beyond, especially while her/his superiors are so busy prosecuting far more important wars to the South and East...Monastery My doubts are settled when I am at last awoken by great horns on the fifth day. From my bedroom windows I spy them, gold and terrible, upon the horizon:
The Mósëku Limpegail.
They filter down from the gap between sky and land and into this dim realm like shimmering stars, a great column interspersed with many a Golden Statue. They shine so bright I think that for a moment they must have been sent straight from Wolmbaz-nza herself! The Limpegail might be one of the lesser scions of our great Adabyssian military but to myself and my peasantry both, they look as grand as any such force in all the world.
Their presence here can mean only one thing...
The Mósëku Limpegail Is Mine.