Re: Chapter 6: Out of the Black
Jenna nodded as Corros and Ulfgar spoke. Something had begun to form in her head, a question that perhaps the Goddess might answer for her. The blonde haired Priestess rose from her place next to Corros, took a few steps away from him, not because she wanted to be parted from his presence, but because she needed to focus, could not do so next to the Warlock. She would be…distracted...and that might not sit well with the Goddess.
Would what she was about to do sit well with Arma? Or rather what she was about to try and do? Jenna was nothing before Arma, a mere speck. Did she dare try to speak directly with Her in this fashion? Slowly she sat, cross legged, her back straight as she placed her hands on her knees, palms turned up. She could hear the sound of water, he stream that ran towards the shaft hewn into the corner of the chamber. It seemed to be growing louder as she tilted her head back, her blonde hair falling loose about her shoulders. She was looking upwards, to the roof of the cavern, to the heavens far beyond that, but her eyes were closed so she saw nothing but darkness.
”Goddess…hear me….hear my voice…her my prayer…” her lips began to move, ritual words tumbling from them, words that she should not have known and yet she did. There was a moment of confusion. Teeth chewed on lower lip, biting it hard. How did she know these words? She had not risen sufficiently through the ranks of the Priesthood. Yet she continued to speak, her hair now moving as though of its own accord, dancing. It was similar to what it did when she channelled the Goddess’s power to toss a bolt of radiant energy at Her enemies. Similar, yet not similar, for its movements were somewhow…fiercer…blonde tresses…whipping through the air as more words feel from her lips. ”Arma, guide us. Can you show us the way Goddess, lead us to where the Sleeper lies?”
Her eyes snap open, stare upwards, pure white, all hint of their normal blue gone, vanquished, her body now trembling, shaking, her breathing ragged. She can hear the water, it sounding like a tidal wave that is sweeping towards her. Somewhere a stalagmite shatters into a myriad of tiny shards. She is speaking more loudly, although she doesn’t know it. ”Show us, that we may do Your bidding Goddess, guide us to it so that we may smite it from this World in Your name and slay the Reaverkind that seek it! Glory to Arma!!!! Death to the Reaver!!!!”