+++++ Instead of written prose or bardic tradition being seen upon this Post, a gigantic piece of hand-wrought art takes up any visual space you happen to drag your eyes across

The scene is quite lofty, literally. Set at a canted, visual angle, the very bottom of this image shows Enorian as it would appear, if one were incredibly high in altitude, the great City shimmering despite its distance, sunlight playing wildly across it's masonry.

More visually present, is a rather large, void black Xoran with gold, pupiless eyes, currently in the act of being borne up into the atmosphere by two huge angels, their bodies roughly humanoid shaped and dazzling in their display, as if someone traced out a humanoid shaped figure from raw Light and assigned it sentience and ambulation. One arm hooked from each glorious entity can be seen under the Xorans armpits, keeping him from falling back down onto Sapience. The real visual impact is from the speed and velocity that these entities are carrying the man through the sky right now. Kit and gear tumbling wholesale behind him as it's ripped off and stolen by gravity and the rapidity of raw movement. Even the simple, unadorned war plate that he wears is in the process of being stripped away, his helm already combed straight off his skull and appearing as a shrinking, rapidly diminishing dot as it spins back down to the ground. Boots and weaponbelt long gone, their profile can also be seen falling away back to the earth, the outline of a falx still expertly secured to its weaponbelt forcing the thin weaponbelt to twist unusually with such lopsided weight on it.

Recurved teeth clenched and eyes wide open and staring upwards despite the speed that everything is happening at, the Xorans entire body is stretched out like a fatigued piece of taffy or tree resin. Wrapped around his wrists, up the forearms, over the biceps, and finally looped over the shoulders to snake back around into his hands, a great steel chain can be seen plainly, the Xorans hands gripping it so tightly that the knuckles almost appear to be trying to turn white, despite the dominant black that makes up this mans cardinal appearance. Flailing around wildly behind his legs, trailing a little behind him, is a massive crown made out of solid gold and nothing else, a simple, embossed image of the Sun worked into it. +++++

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 12th of Ios, in the year 22 AC.