PoisonousIvee
Cluster
- Joined
- Nov 28, 2017
For nearly a century, the land had gone without a ruler; the royal bloodline had died before an heir could be produced, claimed by a deadly plague the priests had claimed to be Divine Punishment for lack of proper gratitude to the Gods. For nearly a century, the people had done their best to make ammends for whatever wrong they had committed, any insult they had caused the Gods that angered them so. With no ruler, the land fell into turmoil; brother plotted against brother and wives stolen from husbands, murder committed in the very streets in broad daylight. All seemed lost, hope flickering like a dying ember.
"Anatu..." The head priest approached the young maiden, leaning against his cane, "Prepare the garden for the ceremony tonight with the other priestesses. If we cannot receive an answer from the Gods this night then I fear we have been abandoned."
"Anatu..." The head priest approached the young maiden, leaning against his cane, "Prepare the garden for the ceremony tonight with the other priestesses. If we cannot receive an answer from the Gods this night then I fear we have been abandoned."