My Brothers and Sisters of AABAHRAN!!!

[Imoutgoodbye]

emote steps forward from the shadows.

 

emote drops a dusty black leather bound book upon the Altar of Unlife.

 

"Please," the dark figure intones, "open your Aabahranian Bibles to page 394."

 

emote waits patiently as the rustling commences.

 

pmote shoots a withering glare at f0xx.  "Do not disappoint me."

 

smote As f0xx snickers like a Sunday school girl, Valek clears his throat.

 

My Brothers and Sisters of AABAHRAN!

 

It has been too long.  The last five years have been tumultuous to say the least.  I have missed your smiling faces.  Except Naruthiron.  He definitely sucks Herald quill.  Even swallows the ink I hear.  So, no Naruthiron chapter has been added to this Bible yet.

 

Let us gaze upon page 394 and see the will of the Gods.  

 

Anume 3:16 clearly states, "Thou shalt not sin against thy brother and sister!  For to do so will end you up in DS."  As f0xx has virgin ears, I will not expand upon what DS is.

 

I shall tell you, Brothers and Sisters, that I shall tell you nothing about this!  No, no, no, no!  I have decided that tonight is special.  A special night.

 

I shall summon from the Depths of Hell, that most Unholy of our Brothers, Deykari!  The man who bathed in Demon Blood, Walked in the Valley of PK, and emerged dripping with the Heart of Virigoth himself in his hands.  

 

BROTHER DEYKARI!

 

Will you not heed the Call of the Reverend and return to us, our Baptized Brother of Brutality?  Awaken and smite down the non-believers!

 

Blessed Be, Blessed Be, RISE BROTHER DEYKARI!!!!!

 

pmote seats himself in a pew next to Celerity and waits patiently.

 

pmote leans over and whispers to Celerity, "When are we going for dinner, eh, Red?"

[Naruthiron]

Delicious, delicious ink.

[Deykari]

At your church in Miruvhor, your weekly crowd convenes
Everyone from slummy vagrants, to dark, mystic queens
A prisoner from the dungeon is wheeled out in the stocks
Squeals and shouts heard from the crowd, some even throw rocks

You step up to the altar, desperate to be seen
"Friends, listen to me recite, from Anume 3:16!"
You're met with deathly silence, response that you can't bear
Your congregation, open-mouthed, can only stop and stare

"Reverend Valek! Quick, run away!" your audience screams in fear
You turn around to see what's wrong, and stare straight at a spear
"I've been waiting in the shadows" says the assailant dressed in black
And quick as that you're knocked out cold, and tossed into a sack

Guards draw swords and sound the bells, and charge up to the stranger
But effortlessly he scales a wall and escapes the imminent danger
He slips into the backstreets, and drags along his prize
A sack with the wanted Reverend, bleating out fearful cries

You're tumbled, bashed and slung about, your captor moving swift
To where, you can't discern the route, but know it's quite a drift
The smell of forest soon fills the air, much to your dismay
"We want Rev Valek, alive" rumour has it, the Watchers say

Finally your captor pauses, you're flung onto the ground
Sack removed, you rub your eyes and see those stood around
Mighty fighters and glowing mages, all dressed in garb of green
One voice shouts "Bring him over to me, it's time for us to clean"

You whimper and yell as muddy hands grab and drag you across the grass
"No longer will you dirty our lands, and hold unholy mass,
But, we will not end your life, and deliver you to Anume,
Instead we'll cut out your twisted tongue, this will be your doom."

You gasp and moan and try to struggle, but he insists you live
"Reverend, when you can't speak anymore, what value do you give?
You'll be useless to Anume, and send a message to the people
Stay away from unholy preachers at the Miruvhor church & steeple."

 

Dey

[Imoutgoodbye]

See?  This is what happens when you let tree huggers form drum circles and sing Kumbaya.  You get dirty Watchers.  

[Aulian]

See?  This is what happens when you let tree huggers form drum circles and sing Kumbaya.  You get dirty Watchers.  

 

GRRR