Ax'no
Mystical Caprine
And just like that, the slaughter was over. Master and Apprentice had played their part like actors in a grisly play – Darth Prazutis, the Oppressive Judge and Briga Tiin, the Supporting Jury. Punishment was swift, final and without mercy. When all in the Great Hall were blinded momentarily by a flash of light, Briga realized that Darth Prazutis had made his exit. The Priestess gazed around at the carnage in the temple, at the limp and carved bodies and the stunned disciples, some wailing in fear and horror, and others unable to utter a sound.
The Caprine Priestess was never one to turn away from her congregation, but she wanted to run, to flee out of the doors and hide in the woods. Or lay down in a field of wildflowers and pray to be cleansed from all of this repugnance and shame. But she knew she needed to address her audience:
“She changes everything She touches, doesn’t She? The Elders we’ve known in our lifetime were not who they appeared to be. Ax’no ordained them to die and we do not question.” A few murmurs of assent went up in the crowd, but it would take a little more to convince them.
“Oh, flesh of the world. Quicken and kindle with the seeds of birth. Within Death there is life. Help cleanse the remnants away so that we can be reborn.” Some of the more devout disciples of her Caprine church began to pick up the bodies, presumably to burn on a pyre. Others took to washing down the benches and the altar. Briga eyed the only female Elder left because she knew, and her amber irises spoke to her. I will talk to you later, they said. I will tell you all that I know.
The horned mystic quickly left the church, blessed be to Ax’no, with no one following her, but she did not want to be alone for long. She searched the grounds of the ruins for Darth Prazutis. Her Master had done what Briga had been too frightened to do all of those younger years. She needed to pay homage to her Lord and to put all of the events of the day behind them. The Acolyte knew that she could move forward now, but she had questions for her Anzati companion… questions that were interrupted by the sudden violence and retribution that was a necessity on Iktotch today.
[member="Darth Prazutis"]
The Caprine Priestess was never one to turn away from her congregation, but she wanted to run, to flee out of the doors and hide in the woods. Or lay down in a field of wildflowers and pray to be cleansed from all of this repugnance and shame. But she knew she needed to address her audience:
“She changes everything She touches, doesn’t She? The Elders we’ve known in our lifetime were not who they appeared to be. Ax’no ordained them to die and we do not question.” A few murmurs of assent went up in the crowd, but it would take a little more to convince them.
“Oh, flesh of the world. Quicken and kindle with the seeds of birth. Within Death there is life. Help cleanse the remnants away so that we can be reborn.” Some of the more devout disciples of her Caprine church began to pick up the bodies, presumably to burn on a pyre. Others took to washing down the benches and the altar. Briga eyed the only female Elder left because she knew, and her amber irises spoke to her. I will talk to you later, they said. I will tell you all that I know.
The horned mystic quickly left the church, blessed be to Ax’no, with no one following her, but she did not want to be alone for long. She searched the grounds of the ruins for Darth Prazutis. Her Master had done what Briga had been too frightened to do all of those younger years. She needed to pay homage to her Lord and to put all of the events of the day behind them. The Acolyte knew that she could move forward now, but she had questions for her Anzati companion… questions that were interrupted by the sudden violence and retribution that was a necessity on Iktotch today.
[member="Darth Prazutis"]