Bellom
04-09-2007, 22:47
Erickas, Bellom
2000 hours
The clock rung out the time, each note ringing heavier in Sanford's mind. A kock on the door cleared his head for a moment. In stepped a soldier, in full dress attire. "My liege, it is time." Sanford was dressed in all the paraphenalia of a king, from the crown down, yet he also showed the strength of a warrior. Like all the men in the house of Elitos, he was better than the rest. Tall, strong, handsome, and fearless, the Elitos dominated the society. Sanford had inherited the thone when he was but 17, and had not looked back. Now, as a ferocious 35 year old man, he had just recieved the birth of a third son. However, this was not to be celebrated. It pained Sanford much to see the anguish on the face of his wife, yet he knew it wwas necessary. There was no fooling the gods, and without their favor, all was lost. Only fate had kept Bellom alive to this point, and only fate would keep it that way.
Slowly he exited the room, clasping on his cape as he closed the door. HE exited the palace, and walked the short distance to the temple. The temple was elevated, at the highest point in the city. This fact was emphasized by the fact that it was the tallest building in the city as well, as buildings over five stories were prohibited. Inside, thousands of citizens sat. Through the main entrance, Sanford and his royal guard entered. They walked up the stairs onto the platform, and the royal guard stood at attention. Sanford turned and faced the crowd. He raised a clenched right fist over his heart and securely grabbed the right wrist with his left hand, and the audience did the same in turn. After the exchanging of the salutes, Sanford sat himself in the small throne, and the royal guard remained at attention behind him. Even higher up, at the top of the stairs, a boy carrying insence entered view, purifying the air for the god. Entering behind the boy was a priest, arrayed in old fashioned garb. He dismissed the boy, and walked up to the altar.
Suddenly, a large gong sounded. Dismay ran through the face of Sanford. It was his moment of dread, but he could not do anything. Entering from where he had entered moments before was his beautiful wife, and their latest child. His two older sons were off, learning the ways of the warrior, but this, this was the third male. She climbed the stairs slowly, staring down at the boy, who was unnamed. She stopped for a second when she stood on the same level as Sanford, but he nodded, and she looked back towards the baby and continued. Upon reaching the altar, she kneeled, and lofted the baby above her head. Tears stremed from her eyes, but she kept them hidden from view. The priest accepted the baby, and raised him towards the heavens, eyes upward through the open roof.
"Oh Kreigos, how we ever try to please you. You have saved us from the evil ones, and protect us to this day. You fell our enemies, and laugh in their blood. It is you that we serve, oh great and mighty one, you alone. Take now this sacrifce, one who has never commited crime. Replenish your armies, restore your people. Give us your favor once again, and speak well of us with your brothers Himmelas and Gastor. Send this boy not to the gates of Osatom (hell), but rather raise him up in your undying kingdom. We praise the Kriegos, reaper of the unjust."
With that, he lowered the boy onto the altar and withdrew a knife. Swiftly he punctured the boys heart, and leaving the knife there, withdrew a lghter. He lit a fire on his remains, knife still embedded. The odor of burning flesh reached into the heavens, and it was pleasing to Kriegos.
Sanford dared not watch. He sat their, stoic as ever, displaying the true qualities of a king. Kreigos had his offering, and would shine upon them. Himmelas had continually brought them replinishment for their crops, and had shown favor by granting them exceptional aircraft. As the thoughts ran through his head, 5 of Bellom's best fighters tore through the overhead sky, displaying the strength that one would come to associate with Bellom. hopefully Gastor would also do the same, and rise up from the depths of Osatom to devour the enemy, just as Kreigos would smite them. Time would tell all.
2000 hours
The clock rung out the time, each note ringing heavier in Sanford's mind. A kock on the door cleared his head for a moment. In stepped a soldier, in full dress attire. "My liege, it is time." Sanford was dressed in all the paraphenalia of a king, from the crown down, yet he also showed the strength of a warrior. Like all the men in the house of Elitos, he was better than the rest. Tall, strong, handsome, and fearless, the Elitos dominated the society. Sanford had inherited the thone when he was but 17, and had not looked back. Now, as a ferocious 35 year old man, he had just recieved the birth of a third son. However, this was not to be celebrated. It pained Sanford much to see the anguish on the face of his wife, yet he knew it wwas necessary. There was no fooling the gods, and without their favor, all was lost. Only fate had kept Bellom alive to this point, and only fate would keep it that way.
Slowly he exited the room, clasping on his cape as he closed the door. HE exited the palace, and walked the short distance to the temple. The temple was elevated, at the highest point in the city. This fact was emphasized by the fact that it was the tallest building in the city as well, as buildings over five stories were prohibited. Inside, thousands of citizens sat. Through the main entrance, Sanford and his royal guard entered. They walked up the stairs onto the platform, and the royal guard stood at attention. Sanford turned and faced the crowd. He raised a clenched right fist over his heart and securely grabbed the right wrist with his left hand, and the audience did the same in turn. After the exchanging of the salutes, Sanford sat himself in the small throne, and the royal guard remained at attention behind him. Even higher up, at the top of the stairs, a boy carrying insence entered view, purifying the air for the god. Entering behind the boy was a priest, arrayed in old fashioned garb. He dismissed the boy, and walked up to the altar.
Suddenly, a large gong sounded. Dismay ran through the face of Sanford. It was his moment of dread, but he could not do anything. Entering from where he had entered moments before was his beautiful wife, and their latest child. His two older sons were off, learning the ways of the warrior, but this, this was the third male. She climbed the stairs slowly, staring down at the boy, who was unnamed. She stopped for a second when she stood on the same level as Sanford, but he nodded, and she looked back towards the baby and continued. Upon reaching the altar, she kneeled, and lofted the baby above her head. Tears stremed from her eyes, but she kept them hidden from view. The priest accepted the baby, and raised him towards the heavens, eyes upward through the open roof.
"Oh Kreigos, how we ever try to please you. You have saved us from the evil ones, and protect us to this day. You fell our enemies, and laugh in their blood. It is you that we serve, oh great and mighty one, you alone. Take now this sacrifce, one who has never commited crime. Replenish your armies, restore your people. Give us your favor once again, and speak well of us with your brothers Himmelas and Gastor. Send this boy not to the gates of Osatom (hell), but rather raise him up in your undying kingdom. We praise the Kriegos, reaper of the unjust."
With that, he lowered the boy onto the altar and withdrew a knife. Swiftly he punctured the boys heart, and leaving the knife there, withdrew a lghter. He lit a fire on his remains, knife still embedded. The odor of burning flesh reached into the heavens, and it was pleasing to Kriegos.
Sanford dared not watch. He sat their, stoic as ever, displaying the true qualities of a king. Kreigos had his offering, and would shine upon them. Himmelas had continually brought them replinishment for their crops, and had shown favor by granting them exceptional aircraft. As the thoughts ran through his head, 5 of Bellom's best fighters tore through the overhead sky, displaying the strength that one would come to associate with Bellom. hopefully Gastor would also do the same, and rise up from the depths of Osatom to devour the enemy, just as Kreigos would smite them. Time would tell all.