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Hello all. Recently I started a branch of the Regalian faith, very similar, but not exactly the same as the main one practiced in the Holy city itself. I have taken my religion to a remote island off the coast of Ithania on one of the most beautiful and unspoiled places I could find. The monastery is under construction, and all is going well. But what I am here to tell you is how my faith in the forces of good have saved me from my certain demise. 'Ere the story begins.
The skies were dark and stormy, and the clock had finally struck 12. It was time. "Ready your arms!" "Notch your bows!" "Sharpen your swords!" The time had come. She was mounting an attack, and the time had finally come. The clouds drew together, and the echoing booms of thunder echoed across the tall stone buildings, and a single lightning bolt struck one of the rooftops. Then all was quiet.
While the agnis inspected the damage and the stunned and shaken dwarves mumbled holding their already battered heads, and that was when I heard the noise. I thought nothing of it at first, another agile and brave archer hurling an ender pearl with all their strength to get a good vantage point of the battle. Nevertheless, I turned, seeing who it could be.
No clear, bright elven eyes returned my gaze. No hard, cold dwarven eyes either. Not the deep, fiery red ones of the agni or the pale watery stare of a shy maiar. What returned my gaze was something I had never seen, and sent a chill through my bone. I was looking into the face of something I had never seen nor heard of, not even from the wisest or eldest elves I have ever encountered. Two blazing eyes of white fire stared back into mine, and they looked just as surprised as I must have. I stumbled, and only just caught myself. I looked down, and gathered below were the unsuspecting, innocent citizens of Regalia. I yelled to them, "Run my brothers! Seek shelter where you may find it! Your time is short!" But no one listened. My cry was lost among the hundreds of other voices echoing across the execution square. I turned to face this demon, this creature of unspeakable evil. But just as suddenly as it appeared, it had vanished. All that was left was a smoking circle where it had once stood. It had uttered no words, not even opened it's mouth. But what I saw in those blazing unforgiving eyes said it all. I jumped as a lightning bolt shot down from the skies above, setting ablaze any foolish lad or lady who had not heeded my, or others, words of warning. I stood there as the skies became fire, and those bolts of evil took revenge upon the Holy City. But nothing that was happening mattered to me at that moment. I turned, facing the curtain of blazing fire, the roaring winds stinging my eyes. I knew who that black and white robed figure was. The one who's spoke a tongue not even I, the wise and educated elf I may be could understand. I had seen her. I had seen Mrs.Baver.
I swear to all who may read my account of this fateful encounter that this is real. I did encounter her, the vampire queen, on the cathedral rooftop that horrid stormy night. (No, really, I did.) And yet here I am, reliving this story to you. I am alive. More alive than I have ever been, and probably ever will be. Many fell below, and the fair human maiden who was watching from the same rooftop as I fell in that horrible night. I believe my faith alone saved me from the vampire queen, and I strongly encourage any who may not of already to practice the Regalian faith or some form of it. May light brighten the shadows of Aloria.
