"There was a being. Something God could put down once but not twice. Something so feared that... That he set it in a Tomb in the Ninth, under spells to keep it between life and death."
"That he established the Black Vestals and the line of Tombkeepers, that there would always be voices to pray that the rock be not rolled away; what slept would remain sleeping, insensate."
"And a myriad passed. The Ninth House remained small, always waning, until in the nine thousand, nine hundred and eighty second year of our Lord, only two necromancers remained to guard the tomb. Hundreds of nuns and priests and lay dedicats, but all ancient, and none of them adepts."
"Only the Reverend Mother and Reverend Father. And in all of Drearburh, only two hundred children to be the next generation."
She pauses now to steel herself. It's easier if she thinks of it as history. As nothing to do with her.
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Date: 2020-10-09 07:39 pm (UTC)"That he established the Black Vestals and the line of Tombkeepers, that there would always be voices to pray that the rock be not rolled away; what slept would remain sleeping, insensate."
"And a myriad passed. The Ninth House remained small, always waning, until in the nine thousand, nine hundred and eighty second year of our Lord, only two necromancers remained to guard the tomb. Hundreds of nuns and priests and lay dedicats, but all ancient, and none of them adepts."
"Only the Reverend Mother and Reverend Father. And in all of Drearburh, only two hundred children to be the next generation."
She pauses now to steel herself. It's easier if she thinks of it as history. As nothing to do with her.