Seed of War

y horses that continued to dispatch the news throughout Velon. Finally came the requests for aid. The Naturists could not spare any members to begin the final rites for their own decimated congregati

e of grief and self-blame. The morning of the second day dawned on Elenwe with purpose. Though fragile, she found herself surrounded by Sages (the only literate of the sect). Elenwe and the Matriarch poured over countless books and sheafs of scrolls for hours. Th

will embody ALL of the attributes of the divine." Chantelle argued tos

lling you it states that similar enough representation of t

"I fear we understand very little. We have only le

ed that when we do not select an candidat

ver do.", ad

candidate on our behalf. After that the candidate is tested through T

er are.", concl

re.", echoed Elenwe

didate a candidate. And if we try to understand this we have to go by

book she was reading, "Priestess Elenwe is correct. I ha

, Matriarch? Every re

ith the Naturists." The Matriarch explained, "It is not a c

rt shelfing the books they pulled in favor for the official and often ignored '

hame there is no insight in our own records. Now we cannot

ylen, made their way to the opposite wing of the monastery. The transition was almost comical. The modest majority was for the Nature Sect vanished into an elaborate and bloated quart

cales in a circle which was all inside two intersecting triangles. Some poor craftsman had been paid for his time inlaying the sigil into the floor and in each capstone of every archway. The furnishings were overly plush made of lush velvet and craft

u accommodating such a meeting on a moment

rch extended her fingertips. Once she touched the Bishop's wrist, a soft glow illuminated the fingerprints she left. The action caused a

n." The Bishop smiled, seeming a bit less bothered by the presence of the honey-soaked youth on his chair. A th

conclusion that what has occurred was the Anointing of Adanya." The Bishop's sm

The attention switched between the Matriarch and Rylen before a foolish realization settled. The Bishop ro

his option was much more suitable to him. Likewise he groveled and offered empty beatitude

, we are a predominantly oral sect. All of our truth singers and spell weave

Naturally. We will write to the Archbishop immediately. I shall send it with my full support on the

And if I may, is it wise to request the Archbishop's precious

excused Rylen to go occupy himself with others. When alone in the dank and crowded vault the Mat

asked

e, it had been too moist. Instead a film covered all the records encouraging the growth of mold a

en." came the Matriarch's

ng in the tomes or writing showed any consistency. The intumescence and vagueness in instructions each invalidated themselves in a different writing. Pages stuck tog

er back into the archives. When the chamber door swung open only Elenwe and the Matriarch were met with two members of the Inquisition flanking

ent their escort to ensure the Anointed o

as accompanied by them nearly dragging the Priestess away from the archives, with the Matriarch standing unable to interfere. The Bishop at least seemed pleased