*Cross over from RDI Playables *
Signs at the Sanctuary * Pidane The Dreamer
"* All lights in the streets of West End were extinguished, throwing the streets into a pitch blackness. during this blackout, a large upturned crescent moon pierced with a dagger, was painted in goat blood on the walls of the Scathachian Sanctuary. one witness reports several people holding a conversation outside their window about "the Nightfall" during this time, though they failed to make out their faces. *"
Jenai had been one of the earliest risers known, all to light the first candle for the Temple before the sun rose. it was on one of these very mornings that she found herself answering a knock at the side gate. Once opened the face of the plump aged Widow Buattio popped into view.
"Priestess Jenai! I'm so glad you finally answered." she planted a hand on her chest as if it was in pain and looked to the sky in askance. Even though her voice was urgent it was still soft with old age and winded her easily. "You must see the wall. come, come see." the widow reached out with her weathered hand and took Jenai's with surprising strength and tugged her out the gate and down the wall. The old lady's steps were short but quick, but it didn't take long for Jen to see what she was being led to.
The sun had crested the trees enough to highlight the sign painted in blood. Already a few eager flies hung to the drying fluid. Jenai's face worked into several expressions as she walked up to it for a closer look. The few onlookers, mostly comprised of gardeners and older shop keepers on their way into work themselves, had parted and let the healing priestess through. Her tanned hands balled into fists as her side, tightening until her knuckles turned white with anger.
She spun on her heels and headed back to the gates opening. She had to let the others know now, she felt she had to wash it off before it caused too big a gathering. The sign was etched into her mind, she would find out exactly what it meant and who put it there.
"* All lights in the streets of West End were extinguished, throwing the streets into a pitch blackness. during this blackout, a large upturned crescent moon pierced with a dagger, was painted in goat blood on the walls of the Scathachian Sanctuary. one witness reports several people holding a conversation outside their window about "the Nightfall" during this time, though they failed to make out their faces. *"
Jenai had been one of the earliest risers known, all to light the first candle for the Temple before the sun rose. it was on one of these very mornings that she found herself answering a knock at the side gate. Once opened the face of the plump aged Widow Buattio popped into view.
"Priestess Jenai! I'm so glad you finally answered." she planted a hand on her chest as if it was in pain and looked to the sky in askance. Even though her voice was urgent it was still soft with old age and winded her easily. "You must see the wall. come, come see." the widow reached out with her weathered hand and took Jenai's with surprising strength and tugged her out the gate and down the wall. The old lady's steps were short but quick, but it didn't take long for Jen to see what she was being led to.
The sun had crested the trees enough to highlight the sign painted in blood. Already a few eager flies hung to the drying fluid. Jenai's face worked into several expressions as she walked up to it for a closer look. The few onlookers, mostly comprised of gardeners and older shop keepers on their way into work themselves, had parted and let the healing priestess through. Her tanned hands balled into fists as her side, tightening until her knuckles turned white with anger.
She spun on her heels and headed back to the gates opening. She had to let the others know now, she felt she had to wash it off before it caused too big a gathering. The sign was etched into her mind, she would find out exactly what it meant and who put it there.