Diaries of the Royal Bard, 2nd recorded entry

First recorded entry

Pelin-El, we call him, and he was sent by the gods

The Star-Made Knight we call him, and his surcoat was bloody with the blood of our foes

Pelinal the Bloody we call him, and on his first night here,

He killed thirty

Where he came from, what his true name is, why he is wearing clothes made of strange stone, these are all questions that I, nor anyone I know, can answer. What I do know, is that my doubts have been removed. I doubted our queen’s visions. I have always been a man of doubt. But, when I saw him ascending the Golden Hill, covered in Ayleid blood, I knew. I knew our queen was right. I knew our cause was right, for why else would the gods help us.

I stupidly wrote that I was unsure how one man could make a difference, but already this Pelin-El has captured five strongholds for our cause, slaying hundreds in the process. Morihaus must be jealous, for the people are calling him the champion of our queen. Or maybe I am stupid, and expect a man as godly as him to fall for such emotions as mere men do. What I know for sure, is that he greeted the knight with excited stomping and bellowing, and the two have had many conversations already.

I stand amongst these heroes; Al-Esh, Morihaus-Breath-of-Kyne, and Pelin-El. All stand taller than me, and all behave like et’Ada, where I behave as the mere man I am. They all are warriors, great inspirations and great leaders, and I am just a singer who was lucky enough to befriend a queen.

My glory is bestowed upon another

Worthier being, and I feel good

I am no hero, only a bard

And what are gods, when none worships them?