mandalusnpcs (mandalusnpcs) wrote in mandalus, @ 2013-10-26 13:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | * event, * flash event |
EVENT: MORGEIS' WALK - Rise of the Horseman
Midnight. The Temple. Days after the priestess, Ensi, was forcibly removed from her save haven for every and all religions, the Serpent's cult has taken over. Towards the back of the high room, the ornately decorated floors had been torn up, ancient tiles shattered into small pieces and dust. A dozen cultists used sledge hammers and pickaxes to pierce through the ground. The men were, maybe, six, seven feet down, when an authoritative voice rung out, "Be careful, you fools! You should be close to your destination. If you damage anything, you don't want to know what will happen to you, or your fellow diggers."
Madam Morris stood twenty feet away from the ever widening, slowly deepening hole. Her arms were crossed beneath her bust, her chin held high. A small group of priests of the Serpent's cult stood at the altar-- which was moved to the side for the digging to commence-- looking over a large, leather-bound book. She glanced to the group, arching an eyebrow coolly. "Have you got it?"
The priest nearest to Morris turned and nodded several times. "Yes, Madam. We've got it."
"And the ingredients needed?"
Another positive reply. "All we need is..." He trailed off, gesturing to the hole in the floor.
"Good. Make sure everything is ready by the time they finally--"
"Madam!" Came the loud call of one of the men with a pickaxe. "We've reached it."
"Pull it out. Quickly!" Morris turned to face the hole, taking several steps forward. "But if you drop it, I'll have you thrown from the top of the capitol building."
The diggers made various sounds of exertion, grunts, groans, curses as they lifted the chain-wrapped coffin from the hole. The chains and the coffin itself were covered in runes that glowed faintly in the low light. Once the coffin was set on the floor, all but one of the diggers backed off as one of the priests came forward. He muttered a few words, sprinkling an ornate jar of ashes over the coffin. The runes laid into the coffin burned away, and the chains turned brittle and broke as if made of sand when the final digger moved to pull them off. He pulled off the lid of the coffin, throwing it off to the side. He looked inside, eyes widening. "Is that really him?"
Morris smiled, a slow, predatory smile. "Oh, yes. That's him."
Without having to direct them, Morris took a step back, and the rest of the priests moved forward, quickly setting items at particular intervals in a circle, with the coffin in the middle. Ancient words were spoken, and as they were, the winds outside began to pick up. As the wind howled, torrential rains fell from the heavens, beneath the branches of tree of the multiverse. Thunder roared, lightning cracked. There was simply no way this would go unnoticed. The storm would wake every citizen and 'honored' guest of the city of Mandalus.
At the final words, a shockwave of power rushed forth, originating from the man in the coffin, spreading throughout the city. Blood trickled in a steady stream from the noses of all that were now in danger of the man in the coffin.
The headless body inside lay still, except for the hands that clenched around the sides of the coffin. Slowly they pulled the body up, the old rags of ancient prison clothes clinging to the body. It stood motionless in the coffin for but a few moments before turning to face the Madam. If it had eyes, the headless man would have stared directly into the soul of the woman that woke him from his slumber.
The members of the Cult, all dressed in their working clothes or their riot gear shuffled at the presence of the man. "The Prince..." they whispered.
Morris grinned. "We'll find you something a little more...suitable."