Post by nura on Jul 29, 2009 12:35:02 GMT -5
It was too silent, as she made her way past the fields, Zenobia could feel the silence, the brethren in the fields slaves but true her church as only the brutalised and uplifted could be,
were absent their silence a palpable wrongness in an otherwise beautiful summers day.
She crept into the secret chapel hewn deep into the granite and smelled finally the truth, the charnel smell of death and mayhem in this sanctified ground mnade her blood fired with righteous anger cool, their centuries of care and planning destroyed her kin and loved ones dead, there could be no mistaking, that odour in this place meant she was alone!
"Mistress my mistress, my heart sings to see you live, coughed the old one", Nubarhkr, high priest of set and field slave. Zenobia knelt at his side ready to expend her meagre gifts to save him. "dammit girl didn't I teach you better! I am alive set be praised, to send you forth far from here, get in the summoning circle but first sacrifice me to our lord, it shall trigger my last spell girl, now go you are our last hope make a church, it is all we ask."
Zenobia shook herself from her too apt and poingnant memories, The cabal was in chaos now was the time to assert dominance and no longer accept a secondary role but she had oaths and oaths to fulfill and she would not be even a minor cause of further dissolution, for set to rise here in the west, first her beloved cabal must be strong, so strong it did not fear lending Set and his anointed a little aid, and zenobia had a plan oh yes but how to set it in motion and still appear to all to be innocent and helpfull, perhaps a rescue and a plea....
Zenobia grinned and began to put the first block in place...
were absent their silence a palpable wrongness in an otherwise beautiful summers day.
She crept into the secret chapel hewn deep into the granite and smelled finally the truth, the charnel smell of death and mayhem in this sanctified ground mnade her blood fired with righteous anger cool, their centuries of care and planning destroyed her kin and loved ones dead, there could be no mistaking, that odour in this place meant she was alone!
"Mistress my mistress, my heart sings to see you live, coughed the old one", Nubarhkr, high priest of set and field slave. Zenobia knelt at his side ready to expend her meagre gifts to save him. "dammit girl didn't I teach you better! I am alive set be praised, to send you forth far from here, get in the summoning circle but first sacrifice me to our lord, it shall trigger my last spell girl, now go you are our last hope make a church, it is all we ask."
Zenobia shook herself from her too apt and poingnant memories, The cabal was in chaos now was the time to assert dominance and no longer accept a secondary role but she had oaths and oaths to fulfill and she would not be even a minor cause of further dissolution, for set to rise here in the west, first her beloved cabal must be strong, so strong it did not fear lending Set and his anointed a little aid, and zenobia had a plan oh yes but how to set it in motion and still appear to all to be innocent and helpfull, perhaps a rescue and a plea....
Zenobia grinned and began to put the first block in place...