Samtonia
02-12-2004, 05:13
Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.
-Bob Dylan
Samtonia
02-12-2004, 05:16
[OOC-This is a closed RP at this point in time. TAGS and critiques are allowed. Hope you enjoy the story!]
With a slight splash, the bundle slid into the water. Lake Chrud, deepest in Samtonia, had long been the preferred spot to dump evidence of drug transactions, accounting fraud, and the age-old human interaction at its basest. Namely that of murder.
As the bag slowly floated down into the murky depths, the six hooded figures turned away, the flickering candles illuminating the small clearing in the brush at the lake’s edge.
“For the greatest sacrifices must be made for the masses,” intoned a figure that towered over the others, his brilliant red hood obscuring any of his features. Glancing upwards to see the rest of the gathering with their heads bowed down, he continued to read from the brittle onionskin pages of the massive tome.
“For was not the prophesizing of those age old men in biblical times derided as against the will of those in power? For were not the heralds called insane, hung from the gibbets as an example to all? Indeed, it is for this reason that we must keep the most important thoughts hidden, away from publicans and plebeians, away from any and all not within the brotherhood. To carry through the ultimate plan, we must create and carry out the ultimate transgression.”
“The only way to create is destroy; the only way to win is to lose; and the only way to save the government is to delude the body politic.”
As his voice floated out over the clearing, two more hooded men came into the clearing, dragging between them a struggling man. In the prime of his life, his hair damp from sweat or exertion, his eyes glancing frantically around the clearing, his lips attempting to work around the cloth put through his mouth preventing any sound from escaping he seemed the picture of fear. Even tightly held, the two holding him struggled to keep their grips. But the leader continued, unperturbed.
“Delusion will be carried through. By voice and by call. By sight and by signal. By touch and by feeling. The only way to save life is to kill it. The only way to live is to die. The only way to carry out His works is to ignore His teachings.”
While the horrific monologue continued, the gagged man was slowly forced into a black bag identical to the one that had earlier been shoved into the lake. With a quick zip, he was sealed in. Even now, he exerted titanic effort, bucking and rocking his body so that it took three men to pick him up and begin to stagger towards the edge with him.
“We consecrate this one to Him, we send Him a gift so that He might know we do not forget, we do not wait, we do not forsake His teachings. May the water accept this offering as it floats down. May the water crowd round his form, uplift the offering to Him. For only in this way may the times be changed for the better. Only in this way may the delusion be carried out.”
With a splash, the bag was pitched into the water. As the men re-joined the circle, a brief gust of wind blew branches from the outskirts of the circle. The sight revealed was awe-inspiring, if not morbid to the extreme. As far as the eye could see, a great lie of hooded figures stretched, all holding between them another person who was gagged and in many cases bound as well. And as the next trio made its way into the circle, the leader began to speak again, flipping back a page in the onionskin tome.
“For the greatest sacrifices must be made for the masses…”
Samtonia
02-12-2004, 21:20
[OOC-Next post coming up tonight]