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JUDGEMENT
🕑 Added 2017-03-20 18:28:21 +0000 UTC Something SFW I doodled for once.I played too much Skyrim recently and listened to this.
Also my friend who runs the twins roleplay blog wrote up a short story for this piece!
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"These are the last written words of the judgement of stars, Andrius.
Never once, did I pray to the sun goddess. Not for fortune, succour or mercy. I saw her clergy brought low by avarice and sin. A good book unwritten by the desires of mortals. The sheer hypocrisy of a nation so pious when it suits their standing, only to draw forth an evil they so vehemently forewarned against.
I left society behind, leaving for the mountains that few dared to travel. Away from the holy men and the war-makers. The wilderness is brutal but never hides this, an honesty most refreshing when ones mind sees the worst of the noise and demands of a city. Yet this content was a brief respite.
Distant hills called outa perverse chorus echoing about my home. Some manner of strange beast I had hoped.. But not this. Not this manifestation of suffering and dark indulgence. The Broodmother, She of the Levin voice was to shatter from her fetid, earthen womb.
Sod, rock and molten earth erupted into the clear air. Billowing black smoke, fanned by the wings of her endless swarm of corrupt offspring, sired by all the sins of man. But amongst this desecration, there was a shaft of light, piercing this miasma. A refuge from the twisted choir of young, mindless jaws, eager for the flesh of man. I felt compelled towards this.
As I neared the blinding beam, the din of the rock-slides and cacophony of scaled spawn of sin fell muted. I smelled an incense often burned about the temples of the sun, and as I extended my hand to this shaft of radiance.. I felt the Goddess presence. Divinity is not to be witnessed by mortal flesh, and I was withered.
Her decree was one of retribution. The world had failed to heed her ancient warnings and now, in this era of the dark brood, her mercy shall be dispatched through blessed Silver-Steel. Though I did not pray, I lived a life not wanting. That this unwillingness to surrender to base lusts should burden me of all people with delivering the demagogue, the hypocrite and the apostate will only enkindle her vessel of wrath.
An ethereal heat formed around my body. My clothes and very skin became as an inferno, a raging and destructive heat replacing what was once flesh, or fabric. And in that agonising wake her raiment embraced me. Divine chain and blessed steel. I was instructed to wait, my blinding presence was but a beacon to feast for the Broodmother, and her endless clutch.
This lands fate rests with one that would happily see it burn. Their deliverance is delivered with the utmost reluctance, compelled by the blinding presence of one that feels them unworthy! I shall strike down the whore-mother, the wyrm of reckless instinct but I will not stop there.
I am her fury. I will destroy the wyrm without hesitation. I will purge the canker-sores that blemish the temples. I will run through all those who perverted her word, polluted her sanctity.
I am the Judgement of Stars."
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Comments
Michael Simkins
Correction: "Nothing wrong with too much Skyrim!"
Nothing wrong with to much Skyrim
Jay-Jak
Isn't Skyrim the best. :) great picture
