~A story related in the Fluffy Sheep recently by a lizard~
Early in the twilight of the setting sun, a dark shape emerged from the horizon off of the shores of Zzyathis. Barely visible in the dim evening twilight, the ship became invisible as Starlight failed to illuminate it.
A slight splash, grunts of men and the counted strokes of oars hitting the water were all the single Lizard scout on the shore heard as he strained his ears against the darkness.
A 'crunch' of brush, someone said, "Damn Fish-eater!", exploding stars and a warm liquid trickle running down his head were all he felt before he hit the ground. His eyes half-closed, all he could make out were six humanoids brandishing Rapiers, smelling of rotting apples and beef, they left him for dead. They surged forward toward the newly completed Temple.
Try as he may, unable to stand, the guard could do nothing but watch from the shadows.
The 'humanoids' broke into the sacred place. The guard heard sounds of crashing plates, ornaments and statues as they were obviously broken and carried off. A spark illuminated one man, and a torch was lit. From one torch, five others were lit. They moved about the temple as light-bugs in the warm summer breeze. Once thrown upon the temple, they grew, inflamed in anger the fires seemed as they connected, and engulfed the Temple roof.
The dancing light of the fire illuminated six Humans, one of which towered a full foot above the others and seemed to be 'leading' them. As the Flame of the Temple grew, the men regrouped, carrying many things from the Temple, departed for the shore. The guard could see faintly, that it was a boat, as the men clambered into it. They produced oars and began to row out to sea. They rowed in unison, as if they were experienced and unrepentant. Damn them!
The guard vowed to the Mother that he would seek revenge. He crawled as best as he could, as his vision blurred and his balance settled, toward the sacred sea. He knew, if he could reach the water, he would be safe. Agonizing hour after hour, he slowly crawled, until finally, he made the watery safety of his element.
The next Morning, 'Taliss' arrived at the site, saw the ruined temple and finally, the guard was able to relate his tale before he fell unconscious.
((This open to RP, if you like. Especially you 'fish-eater's'!!!!! Hahaha))
Desecration of The Lizard Temple
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An average sized lizard slips out of the water and onto the muddy bank, his much scarred body glistens in the morning sun.
His green brow furrows as he notices grey smoke billowing across the sky and he stops in his tracks hissing softly to himself "This cannot... must not... be".
He starts forward again, his large, flat green feet easily finding purchase on the mud, then slows to a standstill as he see's the temples door hanging askance, the beautifull pillars broken and the roof smouldering still.
A single tear leaks from his eye as he remembers the hours of back breaking labour he and his brothers had put in to restore the temple to it's former glory, the joy he gained when he knelt and prayed in Mothers presence, and the pride he took in instructing the temple guards.
He sinks to his and hisses "I have failed my brothers, I have failed Mother, I have failed them all!"
His green brow furrows as he notices grey smoke billowing across the sky and he stops in his tracks hissing softly to himself "This cannot... must not... be".
He starts forward again, his large, flat green feet easily finding purchase on the mud, then slows to a standstill as he see's the temples door hanging askance, the beautifull pillars broken and the roof smouldering still.
A single tear leaks from his eye as he remembers the hours of back breaking labour he and his brothers had put in to restore the temple to it's former glory, the joy he gained when he knelt and prayed in Mothers presence, and the pride he took in instructing the temple guards.
He sinks to his and hisses "I have failed my brothers, I have failed Mother, I have failed them all!"
A weary lizard clambers up onto the mud, his dull yellow eyes darting about as he examines the defiled temple. With a hate-filled hiss he steps over the rubble and into the shrine. The Lizard moves straight to the altar, his scarred tail curling up into his awaiting claw. Mazrian bends down, scooping up the remains of several broken artifacts and laying them gently upon the altar. Hanging his head, he hisses and clicks a curse upon the landlings before turning to survey the rest of the temple, hissing as his dull yellow eyes are drawn upon an approaching lizard.
Pulling his mucky black cloak tight about his shoulders as he replies,
”First, we would cleanse Mother's temple, wash away these dark trails of sin” The lizard continues, his long, scarred claws wrapping tightly around his staff ”And then brother, we cleanse the land of the sinners, one landling at a time.”
The lizard turns back to the altar, allowing his scarred, dark grey tail to flick violently as he mutters some inaudible yet savage words. The hisses and clicks most likely addressed to Zelphia.
”First, we would cleanse Mother's temple, wash away these dark trails of sin” The lizard continues, his long, scarred claws wrapping tightly around his staff ”And then brother, we cleanse the land of the sinners, one landling at a time.”
The lizard turns back to the altar, allowing his scarred, dark grey tail to flick violently as he mutters some inaudible yet savage words. The hisses and clicks most likely addressed to Zelphia.
The average sized lizard grins wickedly at the prophets words.
"Yes brother, first we rebuild.. then revenge!", his hisses raising in volume as finishes talking.
He then reluctantly strips out of the armour that glows with a green hue and walks over the hidden chest, taking out some much abused trousers, shirt and finally tools.
He gives one last lingering look to the armour and hisses in frustration, then picks out a chisel, holding it awkwardly for a moment knowing he is no craftsman.
His strong claw tightens on the chisels handle and he eyes the destruction around him.
"I have done this work before and with mothers will I shall do it again...."
"Yes brother, first we rebuild.. then revenge!", his hisses raising in volume as finishes talking.
He then reluctantly strips out of the armour that glows with a green hue and walks over the hidden chest, taking out some much abused trousers, shirt and finally tools.
He gives one last lingering look to the armour and hisses in frustration, then picks out a chisel, holding it awkwardly for a moment knowing he is no craftsman.
His strong claw tightens on the chisels handle and he eyes the destruction around him.
"I have done this work before and with mothers will I shall do it again...."