Authors: Stephen Zimmer
Great numbers of individual examples testified to the Unifier’s unrivaled capability. He invoked unusual, mystical powers in the curing of great numbers of people, summoning livestock back out from the deep woods, and dampening bitter hatreds among noble rivals. Even the hordes of wolves had slunk back into the deeper regions of the forests, no longer emboldened to assail the dwellings of humankind.
The tremendous upheaval had been suppressed, and incidents of the plague disappeared swiftly from among the people. Shaken, but intact, the Kingdom of Ehrengard had survived. It was as if the Unifier’s will alone eroded the presence of the disease, and to the people, the Unifier seemed to be the direct answer to the innumerable prayers voiced to the All-Father within the churches, cathedrals, and homes all across Ehrengard. As if to accent that perception, the next harvest was extraordinarily successful, abounding more richly than it had ever done before.
A new Emperor and King, Conrad IV, had risen to acceptance in the midst of the stability. Under the Unifier’s mentoring and counsel, the young emperor had set about mending the prior divisions of the kingdom. Ehrengard, one of the seven heads of the Unifier’s foundation of strength, had suffered a seemingly mortal wound, and had been healed.
The tale of the second Great Sign was more recent, and almost every person in the room had heard it told from the mouths of actual eyewitnesses in Gallea to the spectacular event.
The astounding episode had happened in front of the outer gates of the Count’s castle in the walled Gallean city of Troia, located in the eastern county of Chamerais. King Charles III, who was the father of the current Gallean king, Philip the Fireblade, had been investing a new bishop, Payen of Avalos, with ring and staff.
Payen enjoyed great favor within Avanor, and there were some whispers about the nature of the sudden demise of the previous Bishop, a man named Rigord. Rigord’s death had been sudden, with no sign of disease or violence, despite the fact that he was far from elderly, and in the fullness of health.
Other whispers told of great influence wielded by the Unifier in regards to the Royal Bishopric and the choice of Payen. None were brave enough to voice any of the swirling suspicions in the face of the Unifier, Who had been in Troia attending the investiture ceremony.
Save for one individual.
A young and radical White Monk, Martin of Clarvas, had demonstrated enough temerity, and tenacity, to publicly confront the ascendant Avanoran ruler. The young monk had vigorously protested the nature of the Unifier’s authority. He had made fantastical accusations regarding the demise of Rigord, and had even further claimed that the Unifier was actually an outright enemy of the All-Father.
The onlookers had been stunned at the fulmination of the monk, as the Unifier appeared to all to be an Archon of the light, a figure of peace and reason unprecedented in humanity’s long-suffering history. More shocking, the monk was not simply some unknown renegade, or irascible malcontent that was always at odds with the people.
Martin hailed from the fabled monastery at Clarvas, where the White Monks had truly found their voice and gone on to flourish as one of the most renowned orders in Ave. Being a monk of the reform-oriented order conferred an outright status on him from the moment of his initiation, but Martin had distinguished himself prominently. Over the years, he had gained a great reputation, with many already comparing him to St. Fulbert, the fiery monk that had catalyzed the monastery at Clarvas, preached the Second Holy War, and supported by his argumentation the formation of the Knights of the High Altar. Great things had been expected in the young monk’s future by many, from the ranks of commoners to the heights of the Western Church.
The stunning, abrupt confrontation in public had brought a tense, ominous pall over the vast crowd that witnessed it, such that every person’s attention was fixed upon the two figures to the exclusion of everything else. The Unifier had shown no outward displeasure at the monk’s heated denunciation. Wholly surprising to all of the onlookers, He actually had held a serene expression on His face, as He quietly faced the fiery and vocal young monk. He had looked entirely unconcerned with the substance of the harsh, grave accusations.
Many recalled that the Unifier had then calmly asked the monk, in a voice that all could hear, whether He could call upon nature, if He was an outright enemy to a true god. The monk had then grown hesitant, if not appearing to be a little perplexed by the Unifier’s strange response.
The Unifier then had proceeded to invoke fires from the sky itself, calling for the destruction of whichever one of the two of them was not a true servant of a true god. He had made a bold statement iterating that if He was indeed the false one, then He wished for the monk to scoop His ashes from the ground that very day.
A massive column of flames had rushed down from the sky just a moment after the last word had left the Unifier’s lips. The searing mass of flames had encompassed and consumed the young monk in a handful of seconds, leaving nothing remaining of him but ash that was scattered randomly about in the breezes. There was nothing for the Unifier to even scoop up, as the monk’s remains were dissipated in moments upon gusts of wind that swept through the area following the stunning event.
It was a tremendous sign recognized by the people as testimony to the Unifier’s authority from the heavens themselves. They had also seen it as a dire warning to any foolish enough to blaspheme His name.
The incredible story spread quickly throughout the lands, and it came to be widely regarded that the Unifier held direct, divine authority. It was the final event that catalyzed the broader union of kingdoms and realms under His guidance, an authority that had been recognized for well over two decades.
The lessons from those two Great Signs had not been ignored in the years to come, by either the soon-compliant rulers or their general populaces. It was during those formative years that the Unifier had cultivated His new brood of Sorcerers, within the heart of Avanor. When they had emerged, the rulers and people had been awestruck. The performer of the two Great Signs had brought forth an order of miracle workers.
The new Sorcerers were individuals who went beyond simple healing, communicating, or other menial types of magic, and were able to call great powers out of nature itself. There were many that felt that the new Sorcerers could possibly rival the powers of the ancient Wizards of legend and lore, who were among the First Born.
While these Sorcerers were not of the First Born, it became conspicuously obvious that they had been spared the passage of age within their bodies. They had come to be known as the Sorcerers of Avalos, and their lack of aging, and apparent grace of immortality, was seen by many as yet another vibrant demonstration of the divine favor bestowed upon the Unifier.
Yet even with the goodwill held by most, some rumors were spread that the Sorcerers’ power derived from Jebaalos, the Lord of Fire and the Dark Abyss. The claims were swiftly dismissed as mere paranoia, for the Sorcerers had mainly used their powers to bring rain to parched lands, dryness to flooded ones, and a multitude of other benevolent acts serving the various kingdoms that had pledged loyalty to the Unifier.
But they had also been used in combat. The Sorcerers, during the course of the subjugation of some minor rebellions, had been used quite formidably in the art of war. They had worked some incredible feats, including such powerful acts as calling lightening down from the sky, and inducing destructive earthquakes. It was powers such as those that had kept many of the realms’ leaders from airing any dissatisfactions with the emerging order, right as they watched their sovereignty erode under the will of the Unifier.
Most often, the Sorcerers were kept within Avalos, inside of the Citadel. They were rarely seen, even among the guards in the main palace fortress. For the most part, they stayed to the fifth terrace of the complex, the one closely resembling a monastic compound. From time to time, they were sent out as individuals on some charge, or appeared at assemblies within the palace.
Relatively, they were very few in number, but their concentrated presence indicated their great importance to the Unifier. None would dare speculate as to what tasks they performed deep within the chambers of the soaring mountain-palace.
That they would now be sent forth in full number, dispatched to accompany the emissaries and lend their aid in a faraway war, was a very momentous, unprecedented development. After the initial shock wave had passed through the emissaries, and more fear had swelled within them, the Unifier resumed his address.
“I know that all of you understand that my gift of the Sorcerers to you is of no small matter, and I will avail you with the greatest of My powers. Go, therefore, with haste, and send My charge to your lands. The ships will be at Thessalas. The Seven Kingdoms of the First Alliance must participate in the support and organization of the force. The Empire of Theonia must provide ships and men. The realms of the Sunlands, from my esteemed friend, Khalif Al-Hakim at Caiandria, to the Great Sultan of Saljuka, must provide supplies, more ships, and men.”
At the mention of the Sunland realms, He paused to consider a particular, stately group of men gathered down below, just to the left of Him. They were clad in long, white, flowing tunics of the finest linen, edged with exquisite brocade of golden thread. Panels of fabric woven intricately with inscriptions were wrapped around their arms at the shoulder.
Over these lavish tunics they wore ornate, loose robes, made from cloth-of-gold. Their heads were also covered in turbans of a golden textile, out of which flowed a hanging length of cloth under their chins. The men wore richly jeweled necklaces of gold. On their feet, they wore an exquisitely comfortable, luxurious type of slipper-shoe.
Their dark eyes held a glint of surprise, as if they suspected that The Unifier was looking right into their thoughts. As an elite delegation from the Fahtamid Khalif, they still had one major petition remaining that they had not yet been able to bring before the Unifier, and Avanor’s ruler was very conscious of that.
“And tell Khalif Al-Hakim that I know of the emergence of Ibn Amal, and of the difficulties that his rise presents to you during these times. I do not wish to become involved in your inner matters, though I will turn my attention to this Ibn Amal. It seems that he does not recognize the authority of the Khalif … or My authority. Let it be known that I will not let him strike from his newly-inherited lands to threaten Caiandria, so that you may send more ships without worry. I shall have his full allegiance, or his destruction, soon enough.
“Those with zeal for the Holy Wars will be sent against him. It will keep the most ardent of that kind well occupied, and away from harassment of your own lands. Baron Osbern of Rocheston, in Norengal, departs with a great force of such warriors soon enough.”
He looked to each of the Fahtamid delegates, to let his words sink into them. He had addressed their Khalif’s greatest worries outright, before they had even spoken a single word aloud regarding them. Their sheer amazement at His uncanny perception was evident in their astonished expressions. He was channeling their sworn enemies to fight their upstart enemy, and in the process fulfilling both their Khalif’s and the Unifier’s will.
Looking up, His encompassing gaze swept back over the crowd once again.
“Those serving in My court will attend to each of you now, to go over particular matters involved in this campaign. From some, I will need supplies. From others, men. From others, ships. Fulfill their requests as if they came directly from Me. Move with the greatest of speed. We are on the edge of victory, and everything must be committed towards the final struggle.”
The Unifier then let the first smile of the gathering creep onto His face. In form, it was the balanced, graceful expression that He displayed to public crowds, but oddly, the crowd of emissaries felt no relief at the change of countenance.
“Your reward is upon the horizon. A world of new wonders awaits you all.”
The Unifier’s grand words did not soothe them either, and most simply attributed it to having become too pensive, for too extended a period of time. The Unifier did not wait for any kind of subsequent response. The citadel guards falling in around Him when He reached the bottom, He descended the steps of the dais and strode gracefully from the chamber, leaving the gathered delegations and emissaries behind Him.
His heavy steps echoed in the great hall, and not one in the assembly felt any impetus to move, or even talk, until He had entirely departed. A reverent silence lingered for several more moments in the chamber, as if the Unifier’s presence was still there among them.
Excited conversation finally broke the disquiet and spread rapidly throughout the gathering. The talk of a final battle to unite an entire world, the mustering of a vast naval expedition, and the word of the Sorcerers of Avalos being dispatched to their various lands was virtually overwhelming to take in at once.
Within hours, the clerks and high officers of the Unifier’s court would disseminate the specific requests being made of each delegation. They would be very efficient, seeking to hasten the emissaries onward to their respective lands, Kings, Emperors, Emirs, Sultans, Princes, and Khalifs.
The emissaries found themselves quite eager to attend to their tasks, with no further delay. Thoughts of feasting and luxuries had fled from their minds. The absence of such desires was an irony, as they had all experienced great discomfort, having not eaten much in their hurry to arrive in Avalos in time for the assembly.
The Unifier’s directives were all that they could think of, as the resources and peoples of many great lands were being set into motion. Such was the pervasive, and encompassing nature of the Unifier.
A great storm filling the horizons was building, soon to be loosed in full force upon the world.
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Dragol
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