Acetlar and Heimdal the Fool

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Acetlar and Heimdal the Fool

	NPC Level: 1 HP: 63 Aggression radius: 0m
Dialogs: Fairy Tale Collection Volume 2 The Romance of Acetlar and Heimdal Forward Asmodian children are taught by storytelling alone. They learn to hate us, to revile our "deformed" bodies, and to kill Elyos in order to provide for their families and to garner fame and glory. Where we sow philosophy and life, Asmodians seek death and blood--especially our blood. This story makes an interesting tale and also an important teaching tool. We print this for one purpose: to make you think. Please discuss this Asmodian tale with your friends. The Romance of Heimdal and Acetlar Anwynson, a young Asmodian Archon, groaned. It wasn't fair! He'd just gotten back from scalping Elyos children and earning a promotion through the destruction of his best friend's career. He deserved a break! But no. Ulgorn wanted him to talk to some old guy in some tiny village where there were no Daevas, no fighting, and not even wild animals. Just a bunch of trogs and a giant castle...which was where the old guy lived. But he went where commanded...for now. "Hey, old guy!" Anwynson yelled over the walls of the castle. And how sun-addled did you have to be to put a castle in the middle of interior farmland? "You in?" ARCHON AUDITOR'S PRELIMINARY REPORT - DAY ONE Don't call Daevas "old guy". In my defense, I didn't know he was a Daeva before he opened the door. When the Balefire died down and we'd bonded over some roast Elyos he was putting on for dinner, the old guy got to the point. His daughter was missing. Sort of. The daughter, Actelar, had run off with some local knuckle-dragger and now lived about twenty seconds' flight from the castle. I told him he should just go out and get her! The problem with that, he said, was that she'd just run away again. This...this was not a simple missing persons case for me to deal with before joining up with the legion, Ulgorn. You're a twiggy, glow-worm liar! And I'll get you for this when I'm back in Pandaemonium! So Anwynson went out into the village to find this Acetlar and talk some sense into her. He'd heard of her, of course. Acetlar the Weeper. Before the family had packed up and left Pandaemonium, she'd been regarded as a great beauty, regardless of the fact that partly-sunny weather could reduce her to tears. Dark of hairy mane, with sharp claws on her hands and glowing eyes tailor-made for the gloom, no Asmodian could ask for anything more. Of course, no one had bothered to mention to Anwynson that he'd be able to find her not thanks to her beauty, but thanks to her wings. She would be the only Daeva in the village. ARCHON AUDITOR'S SEARCH AND INTERVIEW LOG - DAY FIFTEEN Sick of talking with sun-poxed roaches. Today, found clawless dullard gathering grass in field. Roughed him up a bit, loosen his tongue. Waited till he regained consciousness to ask questions. ARCHON: Acetlar? PEON: Prettiest thing I've ever seen. Beautiful scarring around her eyes. -- AUDITOR'S NOTE: Scars likely from crying and clawing. Left dimwit to his grasses. Would rather be executing the treasonous, drinking Elyos blood, making time with camp-followers. Hate you for giving me this mission, Ulgorn, with all the darkness in my soul. Anwynson finally found Acetlar the next evening...in the hut belonging to the grass-collecting dullard. The idiot's name was Heimdal, and he lived with his mother and his new Daeva wife. Anwynson didn't think the Daeva's father would be pleased to hear about this! Other than the wings and her great beauty, little could differentiate Acetlar from a villager. She'd sold all of her jewels and finery and lived like any Kinah-less trog. Her moneys had gone toward Aether Crystals that were scattered throughout the house. The remainder had paid to take her husband on trips to sacred places where some Asmodian ascensions had been reported. ARCHON AUDITOR'S SEARCH AND INTERVIEW LOG - DAY SIXTEEN ARCHON: Left home. Father upset. For this guy? ACETLAR: Dad hates him. Its perfect. I plan to make him a Daeva. ARCHON: Good luck with sun-poxed plan. How's it going? ACETLAR: No joy yet. Next plan--loose scary animal in grass field. Maybe fear will push ascension? ARCHON: You're better off seeing a witch, I think. Anwynson returned to the family's mansion to report his findings, and Acetlar's father begged him to try to make his little girl come home. Nothing for it, Anwynson went back to the village, but not before poisoning the food at the castle. If the old guy were dead, he'd be released from this farce of an "investigation". Back in Heimdal's hut the next day, Anwynson found Acetlar feeding her husband a potion. Having taken Anwynson's sardonic advice seriously, she'd sought out a hedge-witch of dubious repute and no mane. The hedgewitch had provided a potion that smelled truly rank. Night after night, Anwynson checked in. And night after night, Heimdal drank the potion, stars of besotted love in his eyes. Then one night, post-potion, Heimdal ascended. ARCHON AUDITOR'S WRAP-UP - PLEASE, SHADOW-LORD, LET THIS BE THE WRAP-UP! Old guy not dead. But! He admits nothing to do now. Daughter married to Daeva after all. Good news? Sort of. Heimdal is dimwitted Daeva, spent too much time in sun collecting grass. Acetlar absconding to Pand with Heimdal. Father resigned. Anwynson turned in his reports to Ulgorn and joined his legion, hoping never to hear of the pair again. But he was not so lucky. Many years later, more experienced and ready for action, Anwynson went looking for a new legion. Excited to run his half-Drakan claws through Elyos warriors and citizens, he sought out a group heading into the Abyss, prepared to leave his old legion behind with nary a thought. In his hunt, he came across a Brigade General named Heimdal. ANWYNSON'S PERSONAL JOURNAL (NOT A DIARY!) No shattering way. Met Heimdal again today. Still a dimwit. Also, Brigade General. Want promotion. Also, want action. Maybe kill Heimdal in Abyss, take field promotion? And no one ever herd of Heimdal or Anwynson again. Afterword and Talking Points Along with the obvious moral that persistence is a virtue in and of itself, regardless of the cause, there are a few other points we, the compilers of this edition, would like to call out. For instance, beauty. Much is made of Acetlar's great beauty--her long mane, sharp claws, and glowing eyes--but little is said of anyone else's looks, aside from the mane-less witch. A stab at Elyos ideals. We can see that this propagandized standard of beauty is mostly meant to dehumanize us Elyos. We are deformed, like the witch, rather than beautiful like Acetlar. The Elyos are mane-less and inferior, even though the ugly witch succeeds where Acetlar fails. But she succeeds only in form and not in substance, for she makes Heimdal a Daeva but not a very good one. Or perhaps, casual violence. Not just toward the Elyos but also toward each other. These are a violent people who think nothing of betraying their friends and officers alike. Thankfully, their lack of discipline and kindness make them a disorganized foe who we shall conquer soon enough with our Aion-blessed Daevas and ability to work together in harmony.

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