Callisdrun
14-03-2005, 04:23
It the middle of the day, well, if such a thing really existed in northern Callisdrun. All through the city of Drun, there was a great commotion. Everyone was about, clamoring about what was happening on “Holy Hill,” the site of all the most important temples and churches in Callisdrun. News helicopters braved the winter winds to go to the site.
At the hill, chaos reigned. Mobs waving their axes demanded justice for what was, in their minds, a most high crime. Several weeks earlier, two men from Comatica had arrived, ostensibly as tourists. At first, they behaved as such, but after seeing the pagan temples on Holy Hill, they began attempting to convert people to their interpretation of Roman Catholicism. They were peaceful about it at first, but as time had gone on, they had become more and more belligerent. Recently, they had started calling the pagan priestesses and priests heretics, calling for their deaths and for a crusade against Callisdrunian paganism.
And then today, they had apparently harassed the high priestess of Ithtyr, calling her a “damnable whore,” and threatening her with death. And then they had attempted to burn down the temple of Ithtyr itself. They discovered that stone does not burn well. When word got out of this, a mob formed to attempt to bring them to justice. Not even the Catholic cathedral on Holy Hill gave them shelter. In their flight, after being refused by every church, they came to the rebuilt Mormon temple. In it they sheltered while the assembled crowd outside became more and more furious.
The King and Prime Minister watched the unfolding drama on the news.
“Two unlicensed missionaries, after attempting to burn down the Temple of Ithtyr, have sheltered from their pursuers in the Mormon temple. The crowd appears to be getting more and more aggressive.” The news commentator spoke quickly on the TV.
“We should probably send some police or maybe even troops to diffuse the situation,” the King said with concern in his voice.
The prime Minister quickly went to the phone and made the order. However, it was too late, as one minute later, the news went back to the story.
“Uh oh, it appears things are heating up.” The news then showed the crowds surge forward, pushing past the bishop attempting to hold them back and running to the temple. Screams and gunshots followed. “It appears that the crowd has broken into the temple.”
“Oh no,” the King and Prime Minister said in unison. Prime Minister Anne Eriksen noted, “Wherever these guys come from, they’re not going to be happy about this.”
“What could be expected, though? The two were obviously idiots,” replied King Haakon, as the image of the Mormon temple being burned down (again,) while the two Catholic crazies were carried out, struggling, by the crowd flashed across the TV.
The next morning, there was no Mormon temple.
In front of the temple of Ithtyr, the corpses of the two missionaries were held to the trunks of trees by several metal stakes. They had suffered violent deaths, gashes from axes scoring their bloody bodies. Vicious bite marks adorned their throats.
The police found no clues amid the carnage. Almost everyone in Callisdrun carried a one handed axe, and 15% of the population were Moroii, so neither the axe wounds or bite marks revealed anything.
At the hill, chaos reigned. Mobs waving their axes demanded justice for what was, in their minds, a most high crime. Several weeks earlier, two men from Comatica had arrived, ostensibly as tourists. At first, they behaved as such, but after seeing the pagan temples on Holy Hill, they began attempting to convert people to their interpretation of Roman Catholicism. They were peaceful about it at first, but as time had gone on, they had become more and more belligerent. Recently, they had started calling the pagan priestesses and priests heretics, calling for their deaths and for a crusade against Callisdrunian paganism.
And then today, they had apparently harassed the high priestess of Ithtyr, calling her a “damnable whore,” and threatening her with death. And then they had attempted to burn down the temple of Ithtyr itself. They discovered that stone does not burn well. When word got out of this, a mob formed to attempt to bring them to justice. Not even the Catholic cathedral on Holy Hill gave them shelter. In their flight, after being refused by every church, they came to the rebuilt Mormon temple. In it they sheltered while the assembled crowd outside became more and more furious.
The King and Prime Minister watched the unfolding drama on the news.
“Two unlicensed missionaries, after attempting to burn down the Temple of Ithtyr, have sheltered from their pursuers in the Mormon temple. The crowd appears to be getting more and more aggressive.” The news commentator spoke quickly on the TV.
“We should probably send some police or maybe even troops to diffuse the situation,” the King said with concern in his voice.
The prime Minister quickly went to the phone and made the order. However, it was too late, as one minute later, the news went back to the story.
“Uh oh, it appears things are heating up.” The news then showed the crowds surge forward, pushing past the bishop attempting to hold them back and running to the temple. Screams and gunshots followed. “It appears that the crowd has broken into the temple.”
“Oh no,” the King and Prime Minister said in unison. Prime Minister Anne Eriksen noted, “Wherever these guys come from, they’re not going to be happy about this.”
“What could be expected, though? The two were obviously idiots,” replied King Haakon, as the image of the Mormon temple being burned down (again,) while the two Catholic crazies were carried out, struggling, by the crowd flashed across the TV.
The next morning, there was no Mormon temple.
In front of the temple of Ithtyr, the corpses of the two missionaries were held to the trunks of trees by several metal stakes. They had suffered violent deaths, gashes from axes scoring their bloody bodies. Vicious bite marks adorned their throats.
The police found no clues amid the carnage. Almost everyone in Callisdrun carried a one handed axe, and 15% of the population were Moroii, so neither the axe wounds or bite marks revealed anything.