Storyboards: Jaelve

A sermon
That man made some sense. Jaelve stood in a crowd of people, dressed in bearskins. Why did the gods in their infinite wisdom, make a large powerful country like Aloria if it wasn’t meant to stay that way? That mere mortal Belgarath chose to disban the greatest power, fearing that Aloria would one day wake up and free itself of his unhealthy influence. She cheered as the man on the podium spoke passionately of a united and powerful Aloria. The crowd cheered, there was the clank of steel as the audience drew their rusty weapons. Jaelve pounded her head, shouted and stomped her feet. As the crowd dispersed she was still in the thrall of the speakers words when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
She suddenly came back to reality, she looked at the man in front of her.
"You have a great passion for the TRUTH of Belar. " She nodded mutely. "The Bearcult has need of people with your dedication and… talent."
She looked confused as the man pointed to a patch on the ground. The grass was singed, as if a flame had been launched at it. Her eyes widened and looking at the man she stood there, dumbfounded.
"You have been blessed by the bear god young lady, and you need to put your talent in his service. We must overcome! Aloria shall be reunited!" She cheered and followed the man. She knew her purpose, forget her family, forget her sister, she lived only for the glory of Belar!

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