The Legend
They called him him Valence. The divine bard who traveled the realms adorned in passion red clothes and a cape from thread of solid gold. Within his hat a blossom so unique as the world was young glistened in the sunlight, while his colourful display passed from town to town.
It is said that the gods themselves had granted him his holy voice, and that the strings of his lute had been crafted from the feathers of angels. Even in beauty he was seen as perfection, but with only one critical flare.
He lived life by his own rules, following but one craving. One desire which was too strong to resist. A lust for mischief and chaos.
Wherever he went, the soldiers of the ancient reigns would await him. Never to be caught, he pranced around them like an immortal jester. As he played his song, those who stood in his path joined in as if gripped by an invicible force. Then they danced, and they danced untill armies fell in exhaustion. The fathers would yell from their windows, while the mothers locked up their daughters as his show floated forth like a boat riding the tides.
An unbreakable tide that brought the force of a storm to the doorsteps of the greedy and corrupt, thrusting them into discord and disarray.
Their coffers would be plundered, their advisors taunted, their wives Queens and princesses would swoon and fall to his side, but for naught. Valence was not that kind of man, and kept his head held high, ever dancing forwards to the next noble house to crumble down.
Though his feats, tales and legends are many, The Vyzlume legend speak of an ancient race which inhabited the old wetlands.
Through a massive dam in the mountain rivers, the old king took Vuzlume's waters hostage in an attempt to force it's beautiful queen to marry him.
Valence had heard it like a distant call. A reason for trouble and destruction had him travel to the distant lands to meet the exotic queen. All that met him though was only starving men, women and children that begged for him to make the waters once more flow. Thus, as he wiped the one glistening tear from his eye, Valence picked up a flute and sprung to action. Clashing through droves of mercenaries and soldiers sent by the king to stop his onslaught, as he made his way to crash their wedding.
And crash he did, as Valence played the flute, the waters would rise up in the form of a snake to hiss it's tongue at the unconcented ceremony on the dam.
Valence struck a new tune, as the snake brought him up on it's head, and as he surfed on the tide he would smash right through the wedding. In his wake the guests were caught in panic as the dam slowly crumbled, with the king, queen and Valence himself soaring through the skies and down into the fall.
In the last moment, the great snake brought out it's wings, as the trio flew away and landed in the middle of the enchanted lake within Vyzlume.
It is said that this very snake enhanced by the bard's magic spread through the lands and gave it it's enchanting beauty and danger. It is also believed that the Dame of Sacred Waters is one of Valence's seventeen sacred daughters.
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