User blog:SkyrimsShillelagh/Song of the Champion

(Okay, so, this the the blog representing Daithi Camoran's backstory and thoughts,.  He will be protagonist in Daedrborn101 upcoming RP "The Madman's Verse."

Stay tuned to Daedra's blog for similar posts.)

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Villains.

Villains are a terror.

Hearts of the night.

I must disguise my terror.

''Villains are cowardly. A superstitious terrible omen.''

''A cowardly lot. My disguise must strike terror.''

''I must be a terror. A terrible terror. Villains are.''

Villains are a superstitious, cowardly lot.

''I must be an invisible legend. A horrible creature of the unseen.''

''Mother’s dead. Father’s dead. Neala’s dead. Daithi’s dead.''

I shall become the dark.

There is on storm coming. It’s on the horizon. You can smell it in the air, see the makings of it in the sky.

My crusade has been eternal. It began when I first knew what true pain is. Now pain is all I know. I’ve seen everything an elf can see. I’ve toppled kings, halted armies, and dispensed justice all in the name of the people. I’ve never been called a savior, nor have I received thanks. Which is well and fine, because I don’t expect nor want either.

Or maybe I have done little and that is why I am not recognized. But that is not because I deserted them, the people. It is because they do not need me. It is because I declined to accept the end of the common men. It is easy enough to say that we are unending because we will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging timeless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of our puny inexhaustible voice, still talking.

I refuse to accept this. I believe that they will not merely endure: they will prevail. The people are immortal, not because they alone among creatures have an inexhaustible voice, but because they have a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. It is our duty to fight for these things.

It is my privilege to help these people endure by lifting their heart, by reminding them of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of our combined past.

But now things are changing and the common man cannot hope to singlehandedly take on these “giants” that are rising.

The past is over, and perhaps it’s time everyone saw the elf come out of the dark.