3. Micah Shilon - The Mulhorandi Priest

Micah Shilon - The Mulhorandi Priest


  • Translated from Mulhorandi for your pleasure.

    Character Name: Micah Shilon
    Player Name: beng4eva

    Micah Shilon was born some time ago to honest farming parents in the land known as Mulhorand, in the region near Mishtan. As the eldest child he was sent to the temple to be trained in the ways of the clergy.

    This is unusual for a farming family, but there is a history to it…

    In the past, Mulhorand was ruled by those with the divine spark. Not deities, but manifestations of deities. To some the distinction is overly fine, but to the Mulhorands these rulers were the representation of their gods before them, and under their rule the country had stood for over four thousand years.

    There is a history of some of the Mulhorand people bearing a touch of the divine about them. Some are descended from their divine pharaohs, others from the intermixing of celestial and humans. As such, divine magic is reasonably common amongst the Mulhorandi and the written form of their language is based on Celestial.

    Arbah Shilon, Micah's grandfather was a good man, but not great as some would see it though. He fought no wars. He did not seek for fame and fortune. He was not a part of the "scheme" of things. But nonetheless, he lived his life according to the precepts of Isis. In season he sowed and reaped, prayed to Isis for rains and sunshine, cared for others, and saw that his tithe was always paid.

    One day when he was out gathering reeds for his daughters to weave into baskets, he spotted a heron. (Herons are generally seen as divine birds, often accompanying the departed on their way to the afterlife). This heron however, could not fly. Somehow, its wing had become broken.

    Approaching it carefully so as to not startle it, he bound some reeds together for a makeshift rope, and spoke to it in Celestial. It looked up at him with a piercing gaze, and honked as if pained. But it did not move.

    He slowly moved closer, and it watched him as he inched ever forward. Eventually he was within reach of it, and it gave him the most knowing glare he had ever had from an animal of the fields. He nodded at it, as if agreeing to something, and carefully bound its wings to its body. It accompanied him without fight, and he took it home.

    He spent the next four weeks tending to it.

    At the end of that four weeks, the heron's wing was healed, and it was able to fly. He released it into the wild, and it took off with a delighted honk.

    Arbah lived the rest of his life, as he had prior to this event. Nothing changed for him.

    Until one day, 42 years after that event took place.

    The heron returned to him.

    It landed on his windowsill, and watched him. He knew it was the same heron, as it gave him the same, knowing glare.

    Then it opened its beak, and instead of honking, the voice of Isis came through. Arbah fell to the floor, prostate before his god.

    **Arbah Shilon, you have lived your life according to my precepts. You even took care upon yourself for this heron without fear of reprisal. I am well pleased with you.

    The heron has been sent to you to tell you that fourteen nights from now, you will die. Do not be afraid though, for you have been alloted a place in my lands.

    Because of your faith your descendants will be accorded my grace, if they will follow my ways.

    Asides from keeping my statutes, there is one thing they must do.

    Every first born in the family, male or female, must be sent to my temple in Mishtan to be trained as a divine conduit. You will always have a priest in my service Arbah. This is to be a sign between us.

    In keeping with the grace I have afforded you, if your descendants please me I shall also send to them this very heron, whom you saved.**

    With this, the heron honked, and flew off.

    Arbah arranged his affairs and passed on the knowledge of this pact to his children before he departed to be with Isis.

    Since then, every firstborn in his family has become a priest. First was one of Micah's uncles. He was sent to the temple on the day of Arbah's death, and labours there to this very day.

    Next, was Micah.

    Granted the three rings in accordance with tradition on the day of his becoming, he laboured in the temple for 25 years.

    However, he was not to spend his entire life within those walls.

    The High Priestess of Isis, tiring of his literal nature and seeming endless absorption of information sent him on a mission.

    To bring the word of Isis to the ignorant savages of the Narfell region.


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