The one thing thats paramount to me with whatever religion people choose in this world, is they are abdicating responsibility to someone else for their own actions. Its kind of like how a small child will blame an animal for when they destroyed something, except in this case the adult is blaming it on a being that probably does not care about them, nor care enough to have caused an action either way (I mean seriously, you're a god, do you really care if someone cheats on their spouse? Omnipotence must be a pain in the ass when everyone blames you for their own personal failings). Personally I'm pretty much a god anyway, I can live forever, I have the power over life and death, and on top of that I CONJURE FIRE WITH MY HANDS! People should worship me! The church of Lorentino! Now accepting all comers all you have to do is worship me! I could even make personal apperances thats a lot more than most church's have.
As you can probably guess not a huge fan of churchs, and the one that Shira had set up did nothing back then to make me feel better (only church I like is the fire god, and thats only for the martial displays, because just when I'm about bored out of my mind hearing about the chronicles, two guys go up front and beat the crap out of each other, only way it could be better is if I could order some meat and a beer while they do it). Death Cults are as old as this world, its easy to worship the one constant force in the world (sadly there are no tax cults). Shira did take it to a whole new level in that she would kill someone in front of the church to emphasize how death was always a part of them (and also extend her own powers, but I don't think that was the advertised effect of her sacrifices). The dumbest part here THEY LINED UP TO BE SACRIFICED! Honestly thats like a herd animal asking to be your dinner.
The "church" was little more than a stone altar surrouned by bench's over looking the sea (not a bad idea for a sacrifice, magic is easiest near bodies of water, some kind of conduit for latent power, I once fought on a boat and honestly by the end the boat was annihilated by the force of the spells). Malcyr and I had found some unused robes in town and managed to "sneak" our way into the congregation to watch Shira practice her dark arts. There were at least forty followers on top of the poor bastard who died while we watched, which was not a great numbers game for me and Malcyr (I mean I'm the gods gift to killing and Malcyr was passable in the day, but a sheer numbers game like that doesn't benefit either one of us). Shira also looked to have a couple elevated spiritual advisors with her (they were also necromancers, Valrya wasn't the only adding "children" to her flock, honestly thinking back on it, I'm like the anti necromancer, I never taught anyone else how to be one and I killed more than my fair share, in fact I might be solely responsible for necromancy entering legend). Malcyr and I made our way away from the main group (not too hard cultitsts aren't exactly watching each other closely, its the problem with such a generic outfit). We both had the same thought, we were pretty much screwed here.
"We could just you know leave this one alone?" Malcyr actually suggested it, its one of the few times I wanted to actually shout someone else stole my idea.
"No we can't, well I can't, because Tolar would kill me for failing here, also what she's doing is very bad, I don't know whats going on, but its not good for the rest of Ronerawth if we let it keep happening."
"So you're plan is what? Kill them all in a blaze of magic?"
"You said my plan and yet I detect a note of sarcasm." I heard him mutter an idiot under his breath as we walked back to our horses. I tell you no one ever gives me respect!
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