Holy Armor Virgil

A blinding flash and tremendous roar from the Starlight Altar nestled within Sylvan Woodlands summoned the elven people with one accord. Its great entrance rolled open with a groan as the assembled people beheld the sight of their once and future king: Virgil. Virgil’s physical body may have been destroyed centuries ago by invaders, but his spirit had been saved in incorporeal form within the Altar thanks to the High Priestess, bound to a protective slumber. Years of pious prayers from Sylvan’s remaining elves were answered with a heavenly sign portending his reawakening. One of the night’s stars dislodged itself unto the altar, its energies filling the enchanted space as a new, improved set of armor began forming around a representation of Virgil’s slumbering spirit. The entity wrapped within gradually woke under its extraordinary power . “Praise the Astrals who have seen fit to protect our righteous king!” The elves chanted as the king re-ascended his throne with wings of outstretched light declaring, “All who dare trespass upon the Elves and Sylvan Woodlands shall be destroyed!”