Ophiella
02-17-2006, 11:49 PM
It was dark...the trees shade Darkshire from all to most light; The Deadwind Pass is no brighter.
Often I'll watch the Cult of Kerahl- they gather in Ironforge to accept new Novitiates...I know a man, his name is Mikael and I met him long ago in the Monastery, he is a Minister for the Cult of Kerahl. I would have gone as far to call him a friend, if you asked me last week.
The Cult is filled with interesting people. Few nights ago I over heard talk of something strange...a Sacrifice. I chose to investigate further...Zanakan came with me.
We followed them up along the mountains, to a dark, and cob-filled clearing, darted with dying trees...There was a human girl, with hair dark like the night- wearing a blue gown, or robe...Rashi, a Druid 'Guardian' of the Prophet D'Vry took a tight grasp of the human girl, and forced her forward- against her will. She was forced down to her knees before the group of Cultists and Lord D'Vry- there was a laugh from the shadows, which echoed against the hollow-trees.
A circle was formed, and Mikael called the Novitiates to him. I could see at least two rogues blending with the shadows, and the black-haired girl knelt there...a mix of anger and fear radiation from her expression, and words.
"You have been selected for a great honor this eve" came Silas D'Vry's voice, the group melted to a circle, around the low kneeling girl. "A new month..." the prays continued, some speaking in a demonic...no...rather an un-understandable tongue; shivers crept down my spine, and from the corner of my eye I could see Zana holding herself back- not to pounce. Silas raised, and his arms lifted to the heavens of Elune...
"Lord God, I anoint this sacrifice with my blood, that in it I may become pure. I give myself to you, Lord Kerahl." Blood dripped from his hand upon the woman's head- I almost stumbled back...The woman jerked under Rashi's handle. Zana and I could do nothing to help her...
The Kris used to slit D'Vry's hand was passed, and passed- each of a few key members saying their bit, and pouring the blood from their bodies upon the girl, from my angle tears of blood slid down her cheeks- she was talking also, but I could not hear her...I could hear nothing. The other woman...a Cultist there, with a flower- weather sad, or not I could not tell..but she acted differently then the others when the kris came to her. Mikael also acted on it...
I could bare to watch no more, although I know the woman was killed, a light glowed brightly from behind me, the reflections hitting my eye. I do not think I can bare to see them again-
They killed an innocent for mere luck...
...their actions reflect the things I have done, that I wish not to see...
We are more alike then I'd like to believe.
Often I'll watch the Cult of Kerahl- they gather in Ironforge to accept new Novitiates...I know a man, his name is Mikael and I met him long ago in the Monastery, he is a Minister for the Cult of Kerahl. I would have gone as far to call him a friend, if you asked me last week.
The Cult is filled with interesting people. Few nights ago I over heard talk of something strange...a Sacrifice. I chose to investigate further...Zanakan came with me.
We followed them up along the mountains, to a dark, and cob-filled clearing, darted with dying trees...There was a human girl, with hair dark like the night- wearing a blue gown, or robe...Rashi, a Druid 'Guardian' of the Prophet D'Vry took a tight grasp of the human girl, and forced her forward- against her will. She was forced down to her knees before the group of Cultists and Lord D'Vry- there was a laugh from the shadows, which echoed against the hollow-trees.
A circle was formed, and Mikael called the Novitiates to him. I could see at least two rogues blending with the shadows, and the black-haired girl knelt there...a mix of anger and fear radiation from her expression, and words.
"You have been selected for a great honor this eve" came Silas D'Vry's voice, the group melted to a circle, around the low kneeling girl. "A new month..." the prays continued, some speaking in a demonic...no...rather an un-understandable tongue; shivers crept down my spine, and from the corner of my eye I could see Zana holding herself back- not to pounce. Silas raised, and his arms lifted to the heavens of Elune...
"Lord God, I anoint this sacrifice with my blood, that in it I may become pure. I give myself to you, Lord Kerahl." Blood dripped from his hand upon the woman's head- I almost stumbled back...The woman jerked under Rashi's handle. Zana and I could do nothing to help her...
The Kris used to slit D'Vry's hand was passed, and passed- each of a few key members saying their bit, and pouring the blood from their bodies upon the girl, from my angle tears of blood slid down her cheeks- she was talking also, but I could not hear her...I could hear nothing. The other woman...a Cultist there, with a flower- weather sad, or not I could not tell..but she acted differently then the others when the kris came to her. Mikael also acted on it...
I could bare to watch no more, although I know the woman was killed, a light glowed brightly from behind me, the reflections hitting my eye. I do not think I can bare to see them again-
They killed an innocent for mere luck...
...their actions reflect the things I have done, that I wish not to see...
We are more alike then I'd like to believe.