[He looks at him as he raises an eyebrow.] Is it really unexpected? At home they have been around since even before the gods took their places as The Seven. It takes a lot of smarts to survive for that long.
[He walks slowly. All the better to appreciate the world around them and give time for his tale. He gestures to the side as the leaves fall down around them. Spots of color that make it easier to keep talking.]
Legend has it that the god of the winds befriended one. Legends that feel true. Dvalin, dragon of the east that he once was can talk like any other person. He was once one of the four great beings the god Barbatos asked to protect us before he disappeared a thousand years ago.
They were worshiped…
[He catches a brown decaying leaf from the air.] That changed when the cataclysm happened. No kingdom in Teyvat was untouched. The Dendro Archon, god of growing things died during this time. Every land bears the scars when monsters and darkness poured forth from the depths of the earth.
Mondstadt’s praying and worship of the four declined until they were forgotten. Even feared in the case of Dvalin. [He lets the leaf fall as he looks to Tary.] Mondstadt is mostly peaceful. We’ve seen some terrible events in our time but since the Cataclysm we haven’t dealt with war.
At the opening of this tale, it was only a few years after a Wyvern was thwarted. The late Lord Ragnvindr of one of the oldest families fell and his heir only recently returned. I had only just gotten comfortable in my post as Calvary Captain. And we had only a skeleton crew of knights in the city. The rest had went looking for old truths. It was at this time that Dvalin woke. Unknown to us dark powers were being used to twist his mind.
He hit the city with a terrible storm and cries of betrayal. Buildings were ripped up. Walls were battered. [He sighs.] He struck again and again, and that was when a young man with hair like the sun came to Mondstadt.
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[He walks slowly. All the better to appreciate the world around them and give time for his tale. He gestures to the side as the leaves fall down around them. Spots of color that make it easier to keep talking.]
Legend has it that the god of the winds befriended one. Legends that feel true. Dvalin, dragon of the east that he once was can talk like any other person. He was once one of the four great beings the god Barbatos asked to protect us before he disappeared a thousand years ago.
They were worshiped…
[He catches a brown decaying leaf from the air.] That changed when the cataclysm happened. No kingdom in Teyvat was untouched. The Dendro Archon, god of growing things died during this time. Every land bears the scars when monsters and darkness poured forth from the depths of the earth.
Mondstadt’s praying and worship of the four declined until they were forgotten. Even feared in the case of Dvalin. [He lets the leaf fall as he looks to Tary.] Mondstadt is mostly peaceful. We’ve seen some terrible events in our time but since the Cataclysm we haven’t dealt with war.
At the opening of this tale, it was only a few years after a Wyvern was thwarted. The late Lord Ragnvindr of one of the oldest families fell and his heir only recently returned. I had only just gotten comfortable in my post as Calvary Captain. And we had only a skeleton crew of knights in the city. The rest had went looking for old truths. It was at this time that Dvalin woke. Unknown to us dark powers were being used to twist his mind.
He hit the city with a terrible storm and cries of betrayal. Buildings were ripped up. Walls were battered. [He sighs.] He struck again and again, and that was when a young man with hair like the sun came to Mondstadt.