[Darkness]

True to his word, three days from his first appearance, the 'Taliaer of Dantalion' returns to his previous raised dais near the market of Aenoria. A small group begins to assemble before him, obviously either curious as to what he was going to say or intent to hear it, having recognized him from before.

"I have returned, o people of Aenoria, to hear your answer. Will you accept Dantalion as your One True God, or reject him?"

Several people eagerly push to the front, falling to their knees -- obviously willing to accept Dantalion immediately. Most of the others seem to recognize what this is about; news spread quickly in those three days in Aenoria, and most had heard of the Taliaer and his message. And save those few who had fallen to their knees, the rest of the group seemed averse to the idea.

"We don't want you, or your God! Take your Book and leave!" came many calls.

[Darkness]

"Very well, then," the Taliaer said simply, turning away.

"No, please!" said one of those who was on their knees. The man stood up and stumbled towards the Taliaer. He reached his hand out, falling to the ground again. Grasping the hem of the Taliaer's cloak, he begged. "Please, teach us more of Dantalion! The others, they simply do not understand! They will believe! Please!" One of the disbelievers in the crowd began coughing, a thick, rasping cough. A bird in the sky wheeled over head. The Taliaer paused his movement, but did not turn.

Moments passed. The coughing increased. The crowd began to disperse, as they thought the Taliaer left.

"As you wish." The Taliaer turned back, walking past the man and returning to the dais. He opened the Book. Much of the crowd returned, along with several others, as he resumed his position.

"Order and chaos, life and death. With his power, Dantalion made them distinct. On that day, he created all, and life emerged from the waters of eternity, and there was peace. All were in unity in their devotion to Dantalion. But there were those others who were of the darkness, of the Darkness as Dantalion is of the Light, and their hatred for him festered like an infected wound. And they were cast out for their darkness, for those who abandon the path are evil."

The coughing man stumbled away from the crowd, his steps unsteady.

"And they strove only to bring down those around them, to make them feel the same misery as that which consumed them. And their touch was as poison, and their evil spread like blood through water. And the people revoked Dantalion, and were consumed by evil."

The man stumbled and fell. Several people stopped and rushed towards him.

"And those who were faithful called to Dantalion and begged for the forgiveness of the people, for they were ignorant and knew not what they did. And they fell from the sight of Dantalion, for those who reject the path must be destroyed."


OOC: I got so distracted xD I wrote this much like three hours ago, and intended to continue, but clearly I'm not going to yet!

[Zziggywolf5]

In the crowd, a man watched the Taliaer intently. He wore a plain, pale green tunic. His eyes were covered with a shadow made from his hood. The man rarely looked away from the Taliaer, and when the robed man started to act like he was walking away, the man in the tunic attempted to reach the Taliaer. Unfortunately, the crowd reformed before he could approach him. As he listened, he pushed his way through the crowd until he was in the front of it.
When the Taliaer stopped speaking, the man called out to him. When he thought he had the robed man's attention, he spoke. His accent was that of a lower-class Aderonian, odd given where he currently was.
"Good sir. You say that there were disbelievers of Dantalion. Then you say they were evil and therefore miserable. Does this mean you believe those who are miserable are evil?"

[Zziggywolf5]

"Sir. Good sir! Did you not hear me?"