Friday, 10 November 2017 17:43

A glimpse at the major characters of the Bloodvale Campaign – Part 1 – The Priestess

Written by Master Athan

The priestess knelt over the steaming pot, boiling with bellaroot and mushade, and took a deep breath of the fumes. She closed her eyes and let the numbness take her. After a while but soon enough she felt that familiar sensation that was like falling into a pit of tar, into the black nothingness, into the Abyss. She opened her eyes, but she could not see, and started walking towards no particular direction, as she would always do when visiting her goddess's domain.

For a time the only sound she had for company was the tranquil splash her bare feet made when touching that liquid shadow this ghastly place had for soil. And then she felt it. That awfully powerful presence that filled the space like a tide of doom and despair. Suddenly, fear was the only thing she knew, a fear so grate and unrelenting, that touched the borders of insane euphoria and made her want to reap her own heart out as offering to the being responsible for all that chaos.

Into the deep darkness she could now make out eight long silhouettes, like giant slender daggers of glistering black carapace, stabbing the ground and supporting a monstrous black body. The priestess knew the figure of her goddess all too well, and she run closer to the giant form, craving for just a glimpse of her divine face.

And there it was, in all its horrible beauty and perfection, an elf-like body growing waste up over the black spider bulk. The goddess's skin was as dark and smooth as policed obsidian, and from her head ,like hair, sprung silver web, covering her breasts and shoulders. Two glorious black orbs, emptier than death and at the same time full of power, were the goddess's eyes, but they were not looking at the priestess. They were destructed, looking at something indefinable, something small that stood between her feet. The goddess stretched her hand, trying to reach for it, but for some reason she could not, as if there was an invisible barrier protecting it from her grasp.

The priestess went closer to look and soon enough she stood right over it. Her eyes widen as the divine knowledge was getting carved into her mind and into her soul.

Right then and there, in to the edge of existence, for the first time in her life the priestess was sure, she knew exactly what she should do.

 

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