You enter the central chamber of the chapel. A domed roof covers the floor, with a ring of benches around a central raised bier with an altar. The priest would stand here to deliver sermons, but at present it is being used as a table - food has been stacked around it and there are several stacked wooden bowls. About three dozen men, women and children are clustered in this room; most ragged and worn and many with bound wounds. A couple of men are missing limbs. When you enter, several reach for woodaxes, knives and other improvised weapons, but lower them when they see the gatekeeper enter with you. A flicker of hope stirs in the room, then dampens. It is clear many of them are expecting to die.
You walk to the centre of the room and address them. You tell them that there is still hope, that the gods have not abandoned them. People look at you bleakly. One asks how you can believe that, seeing what you have. You tell them you know because they have sent you. You tell them that you are here to bring them back into the fold, to punish the heretics and to slaughter those who would do evil. One woman laughs, a nervous and half-weeping laugh. She clearly believes you are a madwoman.
You spread your arms and sing, a single, clear note. Your silver eyes burst into bright white lights and a brilliant, bright pair of wings bursts from your back. Part of your robe tears in the process, but you can always fix that. Reactions are mixed. Some fall to the floor in praise, some recoil in horror, others stare blankly. You exude a sense of calm and peace, and many of the afraid find themselves a little less tense, a little more reassured by your presence. One of the crowd, a dour-faced man, speaks out.
"If the gods have sent you to save us, why are we still in hiding? Why have you not destroyed the wizard and his horde of dead men outside?"
Name: Lvantha Talaoia
Strength: 10 manpower
Mind: 10 menminds
Followers: 0 (Willing mortals - follow you for power, out of duty or a zeal for good.)
Slaves: 0 (Unwilling mortals - Criminals, prisoners or those whose souls have been burned clean and left all but mindless.)
Servants: 0 (Beings under your command - be they mutated mortals or lesser angels.)
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Topic: Divinity. - Dreams Invaded: 2 (Read 58313 times)