Post by Maelgwyn ap Cadwgan (TOG) on Dec 8, 2017 7:59:40 GMT
As the banners of castle Camelot hang half-mast and the court contained therein struggles on, distraught at the tidings of the king, a great surge of activity takes over Car Kells. The fortress monastery over the season filling to the brim with faithful from throughout Camelot and beyond, laymen, priests and Templar, forester, fisherman and farmer. As physicians from far and wide formed an continious stream into Camelot, so seemed all others soon to join them.
For after a moment of seclusion and fasting, the Archpriest of the Temple of the One God with a light in his eyes proclaimed the Creator himself ought be beseeched. As the One God once returned Vera of Abbrefraw to life, her destiny unjustly interupted by the hand of an assassin, so he would save the king. The Archpriest had no doubt, and with his zeal the Temple Council could do naught but be swept up into the same fervour.
As Car Kells was overtaken with a buzz of activity, the messengers and traveling monks spread it onward. Come to Camelot they proclaimed, those who could not gather in the Temples and the shrines, sing your prayers in night. For in the middle of Autumn the whole of the faith will be called upon by Mealgwyn as he leads a great miracle of healing as Albion has never seen for Glendall of Camelot.
Those who had fought at the great battles in the North in the first years of the struggle against the bloodcultists knew of the healing grace of the Creator. Yet never had they seen the great feeling of peace and the light divine that accompanied it focused in one moment, in one location. When night came the windows of the king's bedroom still flickered lightly with a peaceful light.
The masses in the courtyard of the castle, on the squares of the city, the temples and beyond they understood. The One God had headed their call, and they spread the word.
The king, he lived!
For after a moment of seclusion and fasting, the Archpriest of the Temple of the One God with a light in his eyes proclaimed the Creator himself ought be beseeched. As the One God once returned Vera of Abbrefraw to life, her destiny unjustly interupted by the hand of an assassin, so he would save the king. The Archpriest had no doubt, and with his zeal the Temple Council could do naught but be swept up into the same fervour.
As Car Kells was overtaken with a buzz of activity, the messengers and traveling monks spread it onward. Come to Camelot they proclaimed, those who could not gather in the Temples and the shrines, sing your prayers in night. For in the middle of Autumn the whole of the faith will be called upon by Mealgwyn as he leads a great miracle of healing as Albion has never seen for Glendall of Camelot.
Those who had fought at the great battles in the North in the first years of the struggle against the bloodcultists knew of the healing grace of the Creator. Yet never had they seen the great feeling of peace and the light divine that accompanied it focused in one moment, in one location. When night came the windows of the king's bedroom still flickered lightly with a peaceful light.
The masses in the courtyard of the castle, on the squares of the city, the temples and beyond they understood. The One God had headed their call, and they spread the word.
The king, he lived!