Cyclops Priestess
“In the beginning, there was nothing.” the young priestess shouted to her flock as she read from her book. She was stood on a platform, guards below her. Her guards were larger than average and just as hairy as a dwarf but otherwise were dressed and looked like normal human warriors. But the Cyclops Priestess had special guards which fit her station. The priestess’ beige robe waved in the breeze which was soothing upon her skin." And then God was born and with him came the After, a dimension of paradise. God was lonely and created the first beings, known to us as Giants. They were crude and cunning. God loved them to much and they abused that trust and tried to usurp him. But God saw this coming and banished the Giants from their Cloud kingdoms to this realm we call Alundria. There they fell upon bad times. God expected them they wage war upon themselves which they did. And so the Giants we know today are few and quite often inbred."
The crowd was a mix of men, women and children. Farmers most, covered in dirt and soot. Their eyes were not on her however but the large funeral pyre, where dozens of dead were laid to rest. Some silently weeped, others wailed. But the Priestess continued.
“But God is mercifull! For he saw most Giants tried to help each other and when God send the other races to Alundria, they protected us from dangers such as wolves, famine and bandits. He said to our large bretheren 'You have shown me mortality brings its flaws but also it’s values. I make you the offer I will make to all who follow me. Commit yourself to helping each other be it Giant or Man. And in return when you leave this realm, your soul will join me back in the After, in paradise. Spread my word to the other races and multiply, for my word is that of peace and love.”
A shade of blue cloth drew her eye. She turned her head slightly and saw a human wizard had joined the crowd. When his eyes met hers she gave a small smile and nod, she would talk to him later. She turned to the funeral pyre.
“So we have lived for thousands of years. We help each other so life is good in this world and that will rewarded in the next. These people who left our world this early will to be rewarded. God will embrace them in his loving arms as they enter the After.” she gave a nod to one of the militiamen.
The woman nodded and lit the pyre. It began with a small flame which soon engulfed all of the pyre.
“We will bid farewell to our loved ones as they return to the soil that birthed and nutured them.” the Priestess continued and raised her hands and began to sing.
It was a ancient tongue that only few knew and those were the Giants and those who spoke with them.
But even to those who did not speak it could not help but be moved. It was a lament, evoking a feeling of ancient sorrow that spread across the eons but also joy. Like saying goodbye to a friend you would one day see again.
As the fires rose high, so did the priestess raise her voice.
After the ceremony, the wizard was brought to the local church. It wasn’t as grand as the cathedral in Gryphon’s Crown which was built on ancient Giant ruins and then updated by human and dwarven masons like much of the city. It was a small like church, enough to house half the village and a small house adjacent to it for the local priest. The wizard’s escort were the large guards he saw guarding her from before.
“So, half-giants…I wrote a essay on your people.” the wizard smiled.
The larger guard ignored the wizard while the smaller one merely raised his brow and shoved the wizard forward.
“Well, silence is indeed a virtue I’ve been told…” the wizard sighed.
They entered the church which had the normal layout. Several long benches, a platform with a stand where the priest preaches with stained glass behind him showing the exodus of the Giants and how they protected mankind from several monsters…including orcs, trolls and goblins.
“Not very politically correct these days…” the wizard muttered.
This gave a affirmative grunt from the smaller half-giant.
He was guided into the small room where his host awaited. As the door opened, he saw the priestess from before reading from her holy book. She looked up from her scripture with a smile and closed the book and placed it on the table in front of her.
She stood up with grace and extended her arms as a smile warmed her face." Tim!"
“Sister Mercy.” Tim the Wizard laughed and held his old friend with a loving embrace.
“Oh, not you to.” she slapped his cheek playfully." It’s Abigail to friends…and MOTHER Mercy to anyone else."
“Mother…?” Tim gently let his friend go." Promoted already? It’s only been twenty years.“
Abigail nodded.” The Holy Church rewards good work. Please sit, some wine? Dawnford made, riped just fine." The wizard nodded gratefully.
The priestess motioned towards the other empty chair which Tim gladly occupied. He placed his hat on the table as the half-giants went about pouring both the priestess and the wizard in some wine.
“My appologies for Gog and Magog, they’re a acquired taste.” the priestess thanked the tallest regardless when he gently offered her a glass.
“It’s alright, i’m a fan of the strong, silent type.” Tim smiled and raised his glass. " To old friends."
“To old friend, god bless.” Abigail agreed and drank with the wizard. They savoured the sweet wine for a moment before she asked.“How is my father?”
“King Halmadir is still fine, still king of the woodland realm.” Tim replied." I admit I did not see him. I’ve been busy."
“Aren’t we all…?” she sighed and had another sip.
“I’ll answer the question before you have to ask…Thorgal is fine. And he misses you, in his own…special way. But also…very busy.“
Abigail smiled sadly at that.” Good to hear…I should go home sometime to see him. And father. He has not been the same after mother died. Didn’t think I would ever leave…” She smirked." Didn’t think I would follow in her footsteps either."
Tim placed the half-empty glass on the table next to his hat as the half-giants added wood to the fire." Don’t you keep in touch?"
“We send letters sure but those have lessened as of late…” Abigail lowered her own glass." I know you didn’t come here to talk about my past love or my father, Tim. Wizards rarely visit friends for small talk. Is this about the Blight outbreak that I just narrowly nipped in the bud?"
It was indeed that. Tim overheard a Blight outbreak was starting in the village but thankfully Mother Mercy was there and used her powers granted by God to send the souls of the departed to the After and none of the dead would emerge as Immortals.
Tim picked up his hat and rubbed his thumb against the blue edge." My master is dead.“
Abigail made a X shaped gesture across her chest.” May god guide his soul into the After…" she muttered." How?"
“Goblin assassins.” he took a breather and explained everything. About the council, about the evidence found that there was a organisation that was spreading the Blight across Alundria and how they were ambushed.
“I’m headed north to the Citadel, to my master’s quarters. Maybe he has…had some information there we could use to find a cure. I came here to warn you.”
The Priestess took this all in and listened and asked a few questions when needed. Afterward she held her hands together in a thoughtfull pose before she spoke.
"I knew about the organisation, Tim.“
This made the wizard’s heart skip a beat.” What? How?"
The Cyclops Priestess stood up and motioned her old friend to follow.
There was a basement area beneath the church. Abigail lit a torch and offered one to Tim. Tim merely smiled and held up his staff which gave a bright, blue glow.
“Wizards…” she shook her head with a smile and lead him down the stairs.
Tim smiled in return but it faded when he heard screaming.
As they went deeper underground, the shouting increased. At the bottom there was another half-giant who stood guard in front of a thick, wooden door. When he saw the priestess he immediately stood aside and opened the door. Into the sight of horror.
A group of naked men and women were hanging from chains as hot iron was branded on their skin by another half-giant. Some were on a wheel. Others were being pulled on a stretcher, the sounds of broken bones giving Tim a cold feeling in his gut. He had to turn away when he saw some hanging corpses with their internal organs pulled out and left on the floor in a sickening mess of gore and viscera.
“Oh my god…” Tim gasped." Abigail-“
She cut him off.” Down here, I am Mother Mercy."
“Mother Mer-MERCY?!” he motioned to the people being tortured." You call this mercy?!“
She frowned.” These people were responsible for the plague, Wizard. They poisoned the well and the farmlands when I found them. That is how I know about the vials and the organisation. I even got their name.“
Tim blinked.” Their name?"
“The Undying, planning to create a new world free of the mortal scourge. Sound familiar?”
It did, sounded exactly the same as the witch said a month earlier.
“But still…not all these people can be involved…” his eyes fell upon a young woman whose head was held under water before her torturer allowed her to breathe again.
“They were all involved, one way or another. Either they knew, were told or aided somehow. All are enemies of mankind and will be purged from this world so their souls can enter the After cleansed. By my mercy.“
But her words did not reach Tim who ran up the stairs, passed the guards.
Gg and Magog were to pursue but Mother Mercy raised her hand.” Leave him.” she commanded." We have God’s holy work to do."
Tim burst through the basement’s hatches unto the open field…and saw the formation of a army.
Where before he saw a group of grieving farmers he now saw those same farmers grabbing their pitchforks, wooden shields and given cloaks showing the symbol of God by the half-giants and soldiers that accompanied the priestesses,
Around a Cyclops standard he saw them gather, along with one of the large one eyed creatures.
“A army of the faithfull, ready to purge the unclean.” He heard Mother Mercy say. He turned around and saw her gliding forward, her elven heritage granting her speed and grace that any human could. She was followed as always by her two half-giant guards.
“Where…are you headed?” Tim asked.
“Queensville.” she replied." The Undying have a large following there, including a place where they craft the Blight. It will be purged."
Tim looked at disbelief at his friend." But…innocent people life there!"
“Innocents who will be spared We are defenders of the weak, not butchers.” she replied." I am not a madwoman."
“You torture people, arm others for war, going to occupy a city!” he exclaimed." Did you even consult the king?!"
“The king will be notified after I’ve purged the unclean.” she turned to her army of the faith." You go to the Citadel, Tim. You do your duty, I will do mine." she began to move.
The wizard could not help but snap at her. "Thorgal was right! You are to emotional!“
She stopped midway and turned, her eyes ablaze with fury.” For our friendship, I will forgive you that remark. But I suggest you get on your horse, and leave."
The spellcaster looked to his old friend, looking for any sign of compassion…and found none. He put on his hat and left the village.
It was on the border of sanctuary over a ale he heard the news. He was sitting in the corner, for not many liked the company of wizards, as he overheard two people speak at their table.
“Queensville is burning.” One of the dwarven merchants said to one of the human sellswords.
“I heard.” the sellsword. " Slaughterd the guards down to a man, razed the entire city. Heard King Leopold III is asking your Queen for help."
“To take down a giant, you better.” the merchant rubbed his beard." Shame about that place, had a cousin living there."
Tim stopped listening and nursed his ale.
Thorgal was right, war amongst the living had begun.