The Whisperings of Guir
Sept 21, 2014 21:32:15 GMT -5
Post by Marisol the Priestess on Sept 21, 2014 21:32:15 GMT -5
Marisol had served the dark earth diety known as Guir for several centuries. She had been his handmaiden for most of her life. It was what she had been born to do. This kingdom - Aaliron, as it was now called - this kingdom possessed something no other place in the known world did. And it was in the Amerca Forest. Marisol had as of yet discover this . . . beacon. This center of power. But she could feel it. And while she saught, Guir slept.
Guir had slept for quite sometime. He even managed to sleep through the War against the Shaman. That was just as well for Marisol. She found Shaman pesky. And the Huntsmen who fought them surely would have been a thorn in her side. No, she was happy to leave such a silly war to the inferior races.
But now. Something was happening. Marisol wasn't quite sure yet, but Guir was stirring from his slumber. She could hear his voice, although for the time being, it was just a faint mumble. His words were not comprehendible as of yet. They would be though. Marisol considered as she listened. Maybe it was time to find an acolyte to do her errands for her.
Guir had slept for quite sometime. He even managed to sleep through the War against the Shaman. That was just as well for Marisol. She found Shaman pesky. And the Huntsmen who fought them surely would have been a thorn in her side. No, she was happy to leave such a silly war to the inferior races.
But now. Something was happening. Marisol wasn't quite sure yet, but Guir was stirring from his slumber. She could hear his voice, although for the time being, it was just a faint mumble. His words were not comprehendible as of yet. They would be though. Marisol considered as she listened. Maybe it was time to find an acolyte to do her errands for her.