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Elsewhere in Tharel, one subject of Felicia's thoughts was not idle: Tlenok.
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And to all sayeth he "Bow down minions and worship your true Lord"
The hall was silent as none dared to move even the smallest of muscles.
The aura of power clearly evident about his being, his magnificence belittled his minions adding to the inconsequence of their existence.
Never did the words need to be uttered when they were, trouble was surely brewing for the land of Tharel and any who opposed the path.
With great temper and the surety only a being of power could possess, orders were given to the chambers' residents. Specific instructions to be relayed through the temple networks and carried to all reaches of the world were revealed.
The severity of the orders was not surprising to any of the entrusted few but many did wonder of the true meaning behind the actions of the many. However never knowing but needing to trust was the depth of their faith.
With ferocity of action and contempt for the masses, the dedicated methodically carried out their orders. With the joy of pain, the chosen tortured the souls of the innocent releasing them only to the servitude of the Abyss.
Screams echoed through the nights and days, bloody fingers caressed creamy white cheeks, and the suffering continued.
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The halls which were once full with the devout, echoed with silence as the stained stone slab called out for innocence. The call was heard by one who was left, however one is all it takes.
Supple arm tendons restrained the heishan's wrists as effectively as they once allowed movement in the same appendages. Surgical slices ran the length of her legs. Her ankles were restrained in the same manner as her wrists. Her struggles had ceased many hours earlier as blood loss had weakened her constitution however she still breathed in ragged rough breaths. She knew her future, all who were blessed to pass through upon the slab knew their sacrifice and the nature of their future servitude.
Clarity of their situation seldom escaped their notice.
Gently with a careful and thoughtful movement, the lone drow waved his hand over the mouth of the heishan drawing forth her essence similar to one pulling a snake from a hole, its wispy existence threatened to escape his light touch until with a subtle finger twitch he sent it spiraling into the stone at the base of the slab between the heishan's lifeless feet.
Few in Tharel understood the significance of the stone. Few understood the balance of power and what their actions truly meant. A mark is not the only way to serve a God of Death and Destruction. The drow understood, he understood his place in Tharel and the place of others.
Someday, all would understand, that day is not today.
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