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[sabra_la_iudex.insanejournal.com]

Who: all, gods and mortals
Where: the foundations of a city
When: 199, on what should be the start of an Autumn morning
What:

[ It has been a long, hot night of work. Those about to turn in for the day, may not notice the young man in black climbing the tallest structure he can. It is just as the horizon is about to burn that he speaks. His voice is slurred slightly in the way of one who has not been able to hear themselves speak for some time, but the words carry impossibly loud and perfectly through all the city. ]

Hark, O gathered! A new tapestry has begun!

Still your hands and open your ears to this prophecy is spoken to both god and mortal in tandem.

Our lady has put aside the threads of red fire and graying earth.

She weaves now of a deep, wide blackness, though which we are the only true light.

Each nation shall bind together, making a hundred vessels and a hundred more.

In this way we will be delivered from the wrath of the mother of our father.

But there will be a heavy price for this salvation!

Cords that were once unending, shall too meet sheers.

The very frame on which all things were woven must itself be shattered- each piece.

We are burried in the cracking hills, in the boiling sea, in the holy places now dying.

Destroy us, and in our destruction shall be your deliverance.

Sabra La Tau will die. Sabra La Tau will live.

Sabra La Tau will become the stars.

Comments

[MEANWHILE, SOME ASSHOLES...]

[name-user.insanejournal.com]

[ loads. his. pipe. ]

((OOC: Judge players plz feel free to jump!))

Re: [MEANWHILE, SOME ASSHOLES...]

[sabra_la_iudex.insanejournal.com]

[ well that's cool, I have weaving to do. ]

Re: [MEANWHILE, SOME ASSHOLES...]

[name-user.insanejournal.com]

[ LOADS HIS PIPE SOME MORE!!! ]

Re: [MEANWHILE, SOME ASSHOLES...]

[messagingly.insanejournal.com]

[Looking between the two. Gosh I honestly have no idea what is appropriate to be feeling here. I might have to make up words for this specific FLAVOR of mixed feelings.]

The stars...?

Re: [MEANWHILE, SOME ASSHOLES...]

[i-delve.insanejournal.com]

[fingers fall silent upon the strings also brief placeholder for MEAT SHENANGINS]

Is this how we come to pass? To defuse, to the last?

Re: [MEANWHILE, SOME ASSHOLES...]

[browl.insanejournal.com]

[ quietly, meticulously doing the math on this ]

... It can be done.

Re: [MEANWHILE, SOME ASSHOLES...]

[sabra_la_iudex.insanejournal.com]

[In the mean time, Hepherric is crouched, the giant watching the Cephean engineers begin their designs.]

Huh... HA! Aint that something?

[tothelight]

[ had been heading back, about to reach the tents, but stopped in his tracks to listen...

......what is he even babbling about I don't understand ]

"A new tapestry"...?

[thehydran.insanejournal.com]

Chrysos.

[threadbound.insanejournal.com]

[ leaning on her doorframe, just listening ]

[bearinmind.insanejournal.com]

[That. Sure does have some interesting implications.]

. . . Truly?

[bearlybreathing.insanejournal.com]

[we can't live in the stars there's nothing to eat up there!]

Sounds exciting, if it's true.

[thehydran.insanejournal.com]

[A hydran making his way to the sturdy shacks that have been erected around the edges of the settlement stops, turning to listen in wonder to the speaker.]

The stars . . . ?

[hath-no-fury.insanejournal.com]

New territory.

[like-a-truck.insanejournal.com]

"Destroy"...?

[bearinmind.insanejournal.com]

An interesting prospect, isn't it?

[threadbound.insanejournal.com]

[ it's. it's been a rough few weeks. but when your god's talking, you stumble to your door to listen ]


Lady...

[baddecisiondzur]

[A Corvan stops in carrying things]

Well, that is a puzzle. The stars, you say?

[maryhadalilgun.insanejournal.com]

[ shrugs ]

[thebestdefense.insanejournal.com]

[had been mostly asleep already, but snaps awake and stumbles out of the tent to listen.]

Stars...?

[threadbound.insanejournal.com]

[ meets his eye from across the way ]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

This is new.

[zen-ish.insanejournal.com]

[was paused to wipe away sweat from the least formal crown he can get away with, turning his head to the sky]

Letting night be our cloak. Ah.

[maryhadalilgun.insanejournal.com]

[ man I can't sign while holding up a girder :x I WILL JUST BE VAGUELY CONFUSED ]

[winningly.insanejournal.com]

[perching somewhere: smirks, although there's a bit of honest gratitude there]

Something up our sleeve. I do like a good backup plan.