The bard, thoroughly drunk leaps upon the wooden table in the center of the bar and claps his hands together loudly, drawing the attention of the patrons of the Gilded Inn.
"Friends, friends we have had a good night and what is a night of celebration without a story?" the bard ducked back quickly to avoid a flagon of half filled ale hastily chucked in his direction by a drunken dwarf.
Unfazed, the bard continued into his tale...
"There is a legend, told to me by a strangely unworldly man that I met on my travels one day who claimed he had been told it from his father, that was told to him by his father and by his father, stretching back many generations of their family. He told me he had often wondered about many of the features that run through the bloodline of his family, the silver tint to their eyes and the alluring beauty of his features.
He asked me 'My good gentleman, do you believe that the Gods are there for you?' and of course, being the polite soul I am I answered in kind 'Why yes, Tymora has never seen me wrong and keeps a watchful eye over me and my lute. Why is it that you ask?'
With this, his eyes grew somewhat dark and it was as if a cold chill had descended upon me.
'Mortal, what you follow so blindly will only lead you to your destruction. They care not for you or anyone but themselves and their own power' he said without even diverting his gaze from me once, like cold iron it was to look at his eyes at this point.
Now, I'm no blasphemer and was taken aback by such a horrible thing to say! I naturally scolded him 'You must be brave or mad to say such things! The Gods have protected the faithful for years -' it was then that he cut me off and interjected 'Gods care little for their playthings, allow me to tell the story passed down through my family for generations..'
Miffed at his rude interruption, I allowed him to continue wondering what madness would make someone so openly admit to their defiance of the Gods and what he told me... well it's remarkable to say the least.
He told me there was a War in Heaven.
He told me that his ancestors were created to be servants, pure, unyielding and loyal above all. Servants of a greater god, they were its direct messengers, companions and tools of its divine will. There were rules to these creatures, they were never allowed to think or feel for themselves, they could not love, they could not choose for themselves. Should they develop signs of independence, they were to be destroyed and remade as if new so they could not be corrupted.
For centuries the god used his servants, which he identified as something like angels though the word he used I cannot remember, to keep watch over his followers and to serve him in peace. But this was not to last, for in the farthest reaches of the planes one such servant had been dispatched and had spent altogether too long with those he was meant to watch over. It's name, Mercuriel or "That of running silver" as the tribes who knew of the creature called it had developed feelings, thoughts perhaps of love or ideals for a mortal woman.
The strange mans bloodline began, he explained, when Mercuriel and this mortal woman coupled together and she was to conceive a son to him. Realising what he had done and that the god he served would not stand for this, for surely the god with his divine power it would be inevitable he would find out, Mercuriel made plans to betray and destroy his creator to protect his love: and his child.
And so Mercuriel gathered to him an army of like minded dissentors, daemons, beasts and mortals and assailed the gates of heaven itself....
to be defeated. Mercuriel was cast down at the feet of his former master and shackled. With this, his mortal love was brought forth and the god made Mercuriel but one last demand: admit that he had loved her and be destroyed, or stay silent and be imprisoned.
The god made the demand of Mercuriel but three times.
Each time, the angel remained silent.
And after the final time, Mercuriel was cast down into an infinite Abyss and left to rot for all eternity. With this, the brief but extremely bloody war in heaven had ended as quickly as it began. As to the mortal woman and her child, the man would only say that she was stripped of her soul for her part in the war and to take her due punishment -
- but that the child was to survive. He claimed the child was left to roam the planes and that his bloodline is the direct descendant of Mercuriel himself.
And with this, the man stood and he said one final thing before he just faded before my eyes, 'Even gods can face judgment for their crimes.'"
The bard stood upon the table proudly at his final revelation, only to have his moment disrupted by the flagon throwing dwarf from earlier "Eh, what's thiz bolloocks then? Is that hew it ends? C'mn, how des it end? It can't stop there!" the Dwarf bellowed. The bar rapidly turning back into a drunken shambles, the bard wisely ducked away before the first flagons could be thrown his way. He sighed to himself as he weaved his way to a quieter part of the establishment, if only he could remember the whole dream and not have to fill in all the gaps so much. He'd have such a better story....