93 Fooling senile people is no fun! (1/2)
”Head priestess! the preparation for the festival has begun!” A soldier called as she bowed deeply to the young brown skinned women.
The high priestess looked over at her, a hint of fatigue barely concealed in her eyes. Before her was a host of different items, a few piles of smooth leather and a black piece of charcoal. She had obviously been caught taking care of some paper work.
”I see. Fine I shall call the priests to attention. Get the Yuda and assemble in the eye, I shall address the newest recruits and bring them over.” She said as she got off her hard chair. With a small moan she began to stretch her back that had begun to pain from hours of stooping over and staring at the irregular print of coal on leather.
”It shall be done, high priestess. What of the sacrifices? Do we awaken them so they may offer their last words now, or do we do it as we sacrifice them to the world eater?” The soldier asked, emotionlessly waiting for the command that he knew would consign many people to death.
”Do it, so we don't have to deal with their begging during the actual festival! ” She said as she dismissed him with her hands. ”Merla! Come in! I have a task for you!” She shouted, calling in her apprentice.
With a shuffling sound and the creak of the door, a pink haired girl walked into the room. Her pale face and black eyes seemed to gleam in veneration as she looked at her teacher.
She had been chosen as the youngest disciple to any high priest or priestess before her back when she had first entered the fragrant temple, and had been groomed to govern the island ever since.
”Teacher, what do you order of me?” She asked as she bowed.
”Go and collect all the priests, it comes time for the appeasement festival and all the priests must be in attendance! Get Balogna and Tyr to help you organize the lot, they probably know all the priests by name, I want them all to assemble in the third hall so I may address them.” She said before dismissing her as well.
As her pupil walked out of the room, the high priestess glared balefully at the huge pile of papers on her table. The sheer quantity coupled with the fact that most of these reports were written by people who had not been truly taught to write had at many times caused her to oftentimes feel a level of rage that made her go crazy.
She pulled up the piece of coal that lay on her table before vengefully stabbing it into the pile, only to once again feel a sense of anger at the fact that the leather was stronger than the coal and thus did not suffer at all.
A few more minutes of stretching and venting later however, she once again regained her expressionless façade as she walked out of the room.
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”How come I don't remember you?” Tyr warbled out with a sense of confusion. His voice had long taken the tone of a drunk man who had more alcohol in his body than blood.
As soon as the duo had fallen off the tubing, Terrick had already readied his needles in secret. He had been told by Bruma that any priest was allowed to bring another into the fold, and seeing the old man's advanced age decided that it would be a good idea to con him into being his guarenteer.