Wednesday, February 07, 2007
New Beginning 210
An unknown figure, cloaked in late night shadows, crept down the hallway towards the entrance to Monk’s Abbey, just to the right of the Cathedral’s pommel. It was here that all the highest-ranking monks, including the Archpriest himself, slept.
Four main buildings were attached to the Church purlieu, Monk’s Abbey, Prelate Hall where lived the lower ranked monks, including the novices, Servant’s Alley and the Dungeon. The dungeon, situated at the tip of the sword-shaped cathedral, was built underground to protect the faithful of Vordis from the sight and sound of evil in the form of the condemned. But the evil being done this night did not confine itself to the dungeon.
Upon reaching the entrance, the figure spoke a word and the door opened silently. Unlike the other buildings, Monk’s Abbey was attached to the Cathedral by a short wooden walkway completely sealed and paved over with clay tiles to match the roof.
Entering the Archpriest’s chambers, the figure bowed diffidently and presented a parchment. "Read it," the Archpriest commanded.
The figure broke the seal and unfolded the parchment. "It is from the Archbishop, your grace. He indicates that your pommel bears resemblance to the impotent testicle of a mangy dog and is inferior in every way to the great spire of his Cathedral."
The Archpriest rose red-faced to his feet. "What effrontery is this?"
"I am but a messenger, your grace," the figure said in hushed tones, and bowed again.
"Then return this message whence it came, and with it take these words: Your gargoyles cling to the entrance of your shed like the crabs to a country whore."
"As you will, your grace." The messenger bowed once more, and left the room. Proceeding back along the covered walkway, he smiled to himself. Their vanity would escalate this quickly. Soon the Presbyterians would have control of Vordis and all its purlieus.
Opening: Michele Acker.....Continuation: ril