Post by Anatieyre on Aug 21, 2008 18:57:57 GMT -8
There was something soothing about rain, Anatieyre mused as she watched the numerous water droplets pour down on the street from her secluded bench. Having lived for so long, she learned to appreciate the significance of the little things in life, like the healing power of a pleasant rainfall or the beauty of a warm summer evening. The rain was always able to wash all her troubles away, no matter how great they were. But now that her plans had been successfully set into motion, there was little troubling her.
With King Osirus out of the way, carrying out her schemes had become much easier. Eltana took advantage of the vulnerable Queen Marcelle shortly after she inherited the throne, reducing her to a mindless puppet ruler through whom she could control the Knights of Osirus. With the Prophet Freya acting as her eyes and ears in the Order of Lumen, she would be able to intercept whatever moves they made against her, thereby maintaining the bloodshed indefinitely. The two factions would forever be locked in battle, each unable to conquer the other.
She turned to the man standing at her side, smiling sweetly. He was a young man of elven descent with sharp features and dark, spiky blue hair. Few would recognize this walking corpse as the final vessel of Baphomet, the unfortunate prophet who met his end at her hands a few months before. She kept the body around to serve as her servant, relaxing while she used it to take care of her daily household tasks. The great Prophet Baphomet, once one of the greatest figures in all of Alyssus, had been reduced to an errand boy. Even she was able to find a bit of humor in that.
Hearing the laughter of children, she looked across the street to find three brothers splashing in the puddles, getting themselves sopping wet while their mothers looked on in disapproval. This reminded her of why she was fond of Eten Took; it was such an innocent little town. No one would ever suspect that an ancient warmongering witch was living among such good-hearted folk. "Aren't those children absolutely adorable?" she looked to her puppet expectantly.
Exerting her power over the lifeless body, she made it nod in response. "Such energetic little things," she answered herself through its lips, adjusting the scarf that hid the festering gash on its throat. "Makes me wish we had some of our own, my darling Annette."
"Someday soon, my love," she laughed, giving the corpse a reassuring pat on the arm. She had been ever so lonely since Eltana had grown up and left the nest. It would be nice to have another child around the house, another innocent and impressionable mind to corrupt. Many children would be orphaned in the battles to come, so finding one wouldn't be much of a problem.
With King Osirus out of the way, carrying out her schemes had become much easier. Eltana took advantage of the vulnerable Queen Marcelle shortly after she inherited the throne, reducing her to a mindless puppet ruler through whom she could control the Knights of Osirus. With the Prophet Freya acting as her eyes and ears in the Order of Lumen, she would be able to intercept whatever moves they made against her, thereby maintaining the bloodshed indefinitely. The two factions would forever be locked in battle, each unable to conquer the other.
She turned to the man standing at her side, smiling sweetly. He was a young man of elven descent with sharp features and dark, spiky blue hair. Few would recognize this walking corpse as the final vessel of Baphomet, the unfortunate prophet who met his end at her hands a few months before. She kept the body around to serve as her servant, relaxing while she used it to take care of her daily household tasks. The great Prophet Baphomet, once one of the greatest figures in all of Alyssus, had been reduced to an errand boy. Even she was able to find a bit of humor in that.
Hearing the laughter of children, she looked across the street to find three brothers splashing in the puddles, getting themselves sopping wet while their mothers looked on in disapproval. This reminded her of why she was fond of Eten Took; it was such an innocent little town. No one would ever suspect that an ancient warmongering witch was living among such good-hearted folk. "Aren't those children absolutely adorable?" she looked to her puppet expectantly.
Exerting her power over the lifeless body, she made it nod in response. "Such energetic little things," she answered herself through its lips, adjusting the scarf that hid the festering gash on its throat. "Makes me wish we had some of our own, my darling Annette."
"Someday soon, my love," she laughed, giving the corpse a reassuring pat on the arm. She had been ever so lonely since Eltana had grown up and left the nest. It would be nice to have another child around the house, another innocent and impressionable mind to corrupt. Many children would be orphaned in the battles to come, so finding one wouldn't be much of a problem.