The Chosen One - Lore Book

Taken from the journal of a cleric of the The Order of the Obsidian Gate   
The Chosen first arrived through the north gate of Aspengarde  on the first day of this year. He was dressed simply, with clothes that showed signs of wear from travel. He wore no shoes, but his feet were clean. I had heard news the following morning about a man who entered and requested to see the High Priestess. Under normal circumstances, this would not be allowed. Certainly not without good reason and a waiting period at the very least. But for one reason or another, he convinced enough people that this meeting was important that they brought him in to the Temple of the Satori.
They declared that a meeting would be held, all first and second level priests could attend. Being newly promoted, as well as a little curious, I arrived at the temple that morning. There were whispers of this man, one who had at some point been dubbed "the chosen". Perhaps that was a name he gave himself, but it stuck after what I witnessed that day.
I entered the council chambers and saw him standing there. He had unusually pale white skin and short white hair. He was handsome in a strange way. Someone had given him fresh clothes, and he now had a much more angelic appearance to him as he stood wrapped in white linens.
I found a seat in the upper row of the council chambers and watched. The High Preistess Shai'elle stood at his back, a hand on his shoulder for support. She clicked her staff on the marble floor and the crowd hushed.
"This man came to us last night. I will not waste time. I believe he possess a gift. Please, go ahead." She nodded at him and he stepped forward.
He began to mumble quietly, and the entire chamber leaned forward to better understand him. He cleared his throat and started speaking more authoritatively.
"I have seen a vision. It…well…" He trailed off and closed his eyes. Then, with a jolt through his body, his head snapped back and he began to float upward. He opened his eyes, which were now glowing bright yellow. He spoke again, only this time the voice that emerged was not his own. It echoed through the chamber: "A great meeting will occur in several moons. The powers in question pose a threat to the order."
He dropped to the floor, panting heavily as sweat poured down his brow.
The chamber erupted in shouts. "The order…". Did he mean "The Order "? Or "the order"? The High Priestess waved her hand and had the man removed from the chamber.
"That was not the same thing he said to me last night. Which further confirms that he may be a sign from the gods. Last night, he had a similar…episode. He told me that the orcs of the northeast were stirring. I called this meeting to address that concern, but now I believe we have a duty to protect this new stranger."
That was the first and only time I saw the Chosen. To the best of my knowledge he remains in one of the palaces of Aspengarde. I hear he occasionally meets with higher ups. In public circles, he is discussed as a prophet, a sign from the pantheon. Me personally? I suppose I should not say what I believe.