Guillaume De Morvan:
In reply to GM (msg # 14):
This should be interesting... i'd better come up with a good cover story.
Guillaume tries to think of some far flung clan that he has heard of in case someone asks him to identify himself. This place is so in-bred they'll probably be someone here's cousin! Not so different to court after all.
He checks that his crucifix is safely tucked inside his shirt and follows the crowd into the temple.
The inner temple was a strange and unsettling place, though the locals did not seem to note it.
Within the walls was a slightly raised earthern mound surrounded by eight large roughly rectangular stones thrusting some 3m up out of the earth. A large thatched and daubed roof had been vaulted over the circle and Guillame had the feeling that the stones had been here much longer than any of the surrounding structures.
Guillame noted a familiar face almost immediately; the 'bishop' he had met with in the castle. Though the man was dressed most differently.
The Arch-Druid gazed over the worshippers and seemed satisfied, he stood before another stone slab supported on two thick beams of oak. His dress was white though a short cloak of raven feathers covered his shoulders and a large brass pectoral inscribed with the image of a flame covered his chest.
An old man moved out of the crowd and stood before the holy man across the table. The elderly man was pale and sickly to look upon, a large growth jutted from his throat like some grotesque wattle. Slowly and painfully the old man knelt at the circles centre.
Suddenly, the stones became limed with flickering flames that danced upon their surface and the crowd bowed their heads; many of them cut locks from their hair and beards with small knives and cast the hair into the flames that limned the stones.
The Arch-Druid began to speak and Guillarme had trouble following what he was saying, it was certainly Visic but the sentence structures were strange and offputting.
He welcomed the people, he invited the Goddess into her temple and called upon her to watch over her children.
Two other men dressed in white robes carried two objects into the circle and placed them on the table. One was a Selentine era bronze statue of a woman carrying a lamp and a spear. The other was a black basalt statue, also of a woman but of fierce aspect and hunched with a stylized flame in her cupped hands. It was weathered and seemed ancient.
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'Finan' watched the ceremony from within the crowd, it was as it always had been but old Bodhmall had a theatrical bent that seemed to be to the peoples liking.
He noted only worship and wonder on most of the faces, resignation on some and on a couple brief flashes of consternation and confusion. A couple of these were short sandy haired men who stood at the rear of the crowd, another was the man he had seen walking downhill earlier. It was likely they were simply country folk who had not visited the Temple before.