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- Sep 19, 2019
@Mizriqa
The first rays of Helios’s divine light touched the red clay rooftops of Trafalgar, the capital of the provincial province of Yovance and resting place of the Titan Ubaoto. The city covered three-quarters of the dead titan’s corpse, an impossibly tall mountain that scraped the roof of the world. The cathedral to the sun god Helios the sun god stood as a bastion of goodness and hope for the people of Trafalgar. The dwarves of the ancient Starmount mountains craved the cathedral into the stone corpse of Ubaoto. Great vaulted halls let in the first rays of Helio’s divine light into the innermost depths of the dead titan.
The cathedral vaulting ceilings and massive audience halls danced with the refracted light of intricate stained glass work, a product of gnomish craftsmanship. Reflected in the stained glass were mosaics of holy crusaders bathed in golden and fiery light fighting against hordes of faceless monsters with burning red eyes and bared fangs at the crusaders. More murals painted on the vaulted ceilings showed all of the saints of Helios and the countless pilgrims and knights to stave off the dark faceless hordes from stealing Helios’s sacred light.
The grandiose images in the cathedral painted a grandiose image of crusades and triumphs over the hordes of darkness, but the reality was more morose and desperate. The Bishops and Cardinals would never admit it, but humanity and the goodly races were losing the war to their archenemies, the vampires and undead.
The church recognized the truth and researched new weapons in desperation to turn the tide against the hordes of undeath. Their desperation turned them to forbidden pagan and alchemical rituals that married the divine light given to the priests of Helios to the corpses of fallen soldiers.
One such forbidden ritual was being carried out this morning. Six heavily robed men and women stood around a dais at the center lay a figure wrapped in funerary cloth and heavy iron chains. Inscribed were intricate arcane symbols with two canopic jars placed next to the man. The heavy scent of myrrh and frankincense in the air as one of the robed figures rocked a censer back and forth around the circle. With each passage around the circle, the robed figures began breaking into Gregorian
Chants praising Helios and asking for forgiveness for the sin they are about to commit.
One diminutive figure stepped up. Its soft voice rising in contrition and prayer. “Forgive me, my fiery god, Helios for the sin I’m about to commit, and help me with the burden I must bear,” she lamented. She pulled the hood away and let the first rays of Helios’s divine light touch her pure snow-white hair. Pink eyes looked up to the classical golden statue of Helios before dropping down to the corpse. She took a hesitant step after hesitant step to the corpse.
She knew the next step was to place her lips against the corpse’s pallid ones and breathe new life into the corpse as a weapon for the church of Helios. She only needed to take one more step.
The first rays of Helios’s divine light touched the red clay rooftops of Trafalgar, the capital of the provincial province of Yovance and resting place of the Titan Ubaoto. The city covered three-quarters of the dead titan’s corpse, an impossibly tall mountain that scraped the roof of the world. The cathedral to the sun god Helios the sun god stood as a bastion of goodness and hope for the people of Trafalgar. The dwarves of the ancient Starmount mountains craved the cathedral into the stone corpse of Ubaoto. Great vaulted halls let in the first rays of Helio’s divine light into the innermost depths of the dead titan.
The cathedral vaulting ceilings and massive audience halls danced with the refracted light of intricate stained glass work, a product of gnomish craftsmanship. Reflected in the stained glass were mosaics of holy crusaders bathed in golden and fiery light fighting against hordes of faceless monsters with burning red eyes and bared fangs at the crusaders. More murals painted on the vaulted ceilings showed all of the saints of Helios and the countless pilgrims and knights to stave off the dark faceless hordes from stealing Helios’s sacred light.
The grandiose images in the cathedral painted a grandiose image of crusades and triumphs over the hordes of darkness, but the reality was more morose and desperate. The Bishops and Cardinals would never admit it, but humanity and the goodly races were losing the war to their archenemies, the vampires and undead.
The church recognized the truth and researched new weapons in desperation to turn the tide against the hordes of undeath. Their desperation turned them to forbidden pagan and alchemical rituals that married the divine light given to the priests of Helios to the corpses of fallen soldiers.
One such forbidden ritual was being carried out this morning. Six heavily robed men and women stood around a dais at the center lay a figure wrapped in funerary cloth and heavy iron chains. Inscribed were intricate arcane symbols with two canopic jars placed next to the man. The heavy scent of myrrh and frankincense in the air as one of the robed figures rocked a censer back and forth around the circle. With each passage around the circle, the robed figures began breaking into Gregorian
Chants praising Helios and asking for forgiveness for the sin they are about to commit.
One diminutive figure stepped up. Its soft voice rising in contrition and prayer. “Forgive me, my fiery god, Helios for the sin I’m about to commit, and help me with the burden I must bear,” she lamented. She pulled the hood away and let the first rays of Helios’s divine light touch her pure snow-white hair. Pink eyes looked up to the classical golden statue of Helios before dropping down to the corpse. She took a hesitant step after hesitant step to the corpse.
She knew the next step was to place her lips against the corpse’s pallid ones and breathe new life into the corpse as a weapon for the church of Helios. She only needed to take one more step.
