A half elven bard from the far away lands of Iberia is here to participate in the rite that will bind his nation and destiny to that of Vesica. In attendance is the Emperor of Vesica, Daeron Magnus; Faelon, a High Priest soon to be first Vesican emmissary to Iberia; Almarien a young Eladrin nobleman, and a new Dragonborn Centruion, Achaeus, soon to be given his first command in the lands of Iberea.
“Vesicans, I speak now to you: Cruor Lux, Blood and Light”
“Truly the Iberians have proven their worth to our greater Vesica, their artisanship, their songsmith and their valor will be of great worth to our nation. Erathis be praised”
“Loric, you have been chosen as champion of your people, to embody the attributes, virtues and strength of your land. Now the final ceremony binding us begins”
“When Silvius led his noble assault on the Eladrin Tower of Sorcery, he chose the hope of civilization and peace over the worth of his own life, and it has come to pass that all who wish to join our quest make the same sarifice.”
“For centuries we have contained the remnants of the spectres that sieged the tower in those dark days. Now, in tribute to Vesica, and as champion of your people, we will unleash part of its power and you will face it in a test of arms, as you subject yourself to the same peril as that of Silvius.”
“In taking this challenge, you will either become the first living Iberian Citizen of Vesica, or the first of your nation to die in the service of Vesica. Either way, by your blood, our nations will be bound, eternal”
“Do you understand your responsibility and submit to this combat of your own free will?”
“Yes”, Loric replies.
“Then I say, truly, Cruor Lux to you, Loris, First Vesican of Iberia. Let the combat begin!”
Loric readies himself as the spectre is summoned.