Re: Thread VII: Family matters
When the group exited the tunnel, they found themselves in what had to be the biggest cave they’d seen so far in all their exploration of the Maakengorge, perhaps a full kilometer from end to end.
The walls of the cave was covered in big, dark holes that opened into long tunnels, and while a good number looked natural enough, others had clearly been dug out by the Acolytes themselves; it was impossible to count them all, for the room was far too large, but there had to be over an hundred access points to the area. The openings weren’t all to ground level, either; many where halfway across the wall, reachable only by ladders carved into the stone, and while the higher ones appeared unreachable from ground level, the kraans that occasionally flew through them made it clear what those openings were needed for.
Around the entire cave was a rampart reinforced with heavy stones, and several patrols of sentinels circled it at various speed; additionally, several of the exits actually had two or three sentinels standing by them, clearly watching what had to be the most important tunnels. It was hardly a display of military prowess, as the Acolytes weren’t disciplined enough to keep a regular distance and maintain each other in sight, and those standing seemed much more taken chatting with each other than keeping watch. Even so, the sheer number of robed people walking along the circular structure made sneaking inside a difficult task, and the occasional alert guards they could see move along made it so it was impossible to just slip through without paying attention to the enemies.
Once past the rampart, the entire area turned into an haphazard mess of tents, set up in what was likely intended to look like a spiral; however, it was clear that no architect nor military man had directed the operation, for the tents were much too scattered, with both high density areas and mostly empty patches of earth making it so there were several routes to the center as well as plenty of hiding spots. Adding to the confusion, the tents weren’t even all of the same size; certain ones were as big as pavilions, if quite more ragged and worn down, while others looked too small for even a single person to use comfortably.
Past the circle of tents, it was a great lake, much bigger than the one the Kay had already run toward; the water filled almost half of the wide cave, and being focused on the center, it almost made it look like a big glue eye opening from the ground to stare at the cave’s ceiling, and perhaps at the sky it hid. The water was clean, almost to the point that the bottom could be seen with the naked eye, and the surface was littered with small rocks and islets, barely few meters large, each of which seemed to have been filled with items of unclear but obviously religious meanings: there were small pillars holding hosts of candles, clearly magic weapons glowing from the place where they’d been stabbed deep into the ground, pile of skulls and bones amassed to testify the sacrifices made by the Acolytes, altars above which offerings of jewels, gems, gold and other precious things glinted in the reflected light, slabs of stones over whom the name of dead people had been painted in blood, lanterns that contained impossible scarlet flames dangling from long staves, big shards of crystal glowing eerily with green light, even dug up areas filled with big, garishly colored serpents who seemed to take a like in swimming into the lake while coming and going from their nests.
And in the center of it all, at the core of the lake, was a wider, flatter island than any of the others, almost five hundred square meters, and on top of it stood a temple. The entire construction was built in red marble and kept alight by dozens upon dozens of glowing green shards imbedded in all of its structure, making it seem almost an apparition for a moment, which was a feat considering how massive it was. A wide, big cloister composed the entrance to the temple, with each of the columns being larger than four people put together, and the front decorated in scenes of Darklord Vashna triumphantly squashing all of his enemies, hordes of Helghast standing to his left while just as many humans wearing long robes and carrying spears stood to his right, all glowing triumphantly. There was no denying that the temple was a masterpiece of architecture and an incredibly impressive building, and with the green halo that surrounded it granting the place an almost otherworldly area, it really wasn’t surprising that so many people could believe the rites being carried here to be the holy teaching of a supernatural savior.
The only thing that rivaled in greatness with the temple in the entire cave were four big columns on the external circle around the lake, which ended up being the main source of light in the area and seemed to be disposed to each of the four cardinal points from the temple itself, making the entire composition look as if the mastery of man and the magic of nature had come together to create a cohesive whole that surpassed the value of its own components. At the ground level, where they surged from the ground, the columns were covered in layers of sediment rock, and the top, where they reconnected with the ceiling, glowed magnificently with encrusted ice centuries old, but their real majesty came from the center, where, for over fifteen meters, a third of their total length, the pillars were made of glowing green shards, gleaming with a magic, unholy aura.
At the base of each column was a circle of empty space, clearly created for respect, and just as it ended, the tents were placed so close to each other that it seemed impossible anybody could even enter or exit them. In front of each column was also a trio of Acolytes in bright red robes, two standing guard silently while the third arranged an audience of over three hundred lesser Acolytes for each. Whatever they preached, it seemed to work on the crowd, for cheers of support, approval and encouraged often erupted, always mixed with prayers of some sort. While it did meant that a lot of Acolytes were not paying attention to the rest, the fanaticism in their action seemed to almost fill the entire camp, like a living beast ready to strike at the first provocation… or at the first command from the men who had carefully created it.
Alyne watched the entire spectacle in front of her, her eyes shining for a moment as she whispered something to herself.
Then, after a moment, she steeled herself, and pointed in the direction of a tent near to the Southern pillar, to the group’s left, which was distinguishable from the neighboring ones only for its size and the six Acolytes who were standing guard to the entrance, and said:
“That’s where they’re most likely to be keeping the other Drakkarim.”
She then put an hand over Rain Feather’s shoulder and nodded in the direction of the one small, wooden boat that was standing near the border of the lake, clearly the only mean to cross it and reach the temple, and added, her voice sounding hard as steel:
“And that’s where the two of us are going – the High Priest will be inside the Temple, but they should let me pass without trouble.”
She then turned toward Sabre Fox and added, her voice still serious:
“Do you need anything else from me?”
I do hope that was worth the wait! ^_^