Threaded Mode | Linear Mode

The Monster of Htaed · (09-22-2016)

In the midst of the midnight moon, many men make claim of God.
A devourer of their own flesh, condemner of their very soul.

Z makes you anxious does he? Z bring you out of the shadows and force you to retort. A god you say you are.

False prophets, dey speak of dere power, hidden behind smoke and mirrors. Dey preach to de masses as if dey or de ones to fear. What do dey know of de concept, hmmm? Dey twist de morals and knot de heartstrings of de crossed. Dere veil is as thin as paper, ignited when de power is taken back from dem, when truth shatters dere words, and dere foundation crumbles.

You tread on shaky ground, de people see through your guise, de chains turn brittle in your grip. Dey are waking up, undoing de ties dat bind.

The scene finally opens with Z sitting in a graveyard, pleading to the Barons for the souls of the departed at the hand of Ghost Tank find their way home and receive the proper judgement they deserve. He presents them with gifts of tobacco, various articles of clothing, and cheap wine. The Loa agree to lead the wrongfully deceased to the gates and vanish.

Z stands to his feet, head held low. He utters something under his breath, raising his pail to his lips. Thunder crackles in the distance and Z makes his way his tent. Along the way he is met by a seductively strange woman, clothed in rags, smelling highly of the swamp.

[Image: 75f3ccbc9bf55d204f8a1b0eb08c55eb.jpg]

[Image: 75f3ccbc9bf55d204f8a1b0eb08c55eb.jpg]

Hello dere, Mistah Z. It has been much to long me darlin, hope ye have kept me heart safe.

Z reaches into his pail and retrieves a still beating heart.

A lot safer den you kept mine ya old hag. Why have you come to bother me?

Why give me de cold shoulder, Z know Z still love me.

Z would love to see you dipped in burning oil and fed to de sharks. Did de Lumba grow weary of your service.

De could not offer me enough to warrant my protection, so me return to dis land and I smelled you. As intoxicating as ever love.

Get to de point, what you be wanting?

So hostile, why ever did me lose your heart. It so charming de way you look at me wit such malice. I only be here to provide a lift to de Emral isle, I here dere is somting DAT your Loa brethren will ve pleased to have. Dat is why you have challenged de fraudal reaper? Z is after dere remains.

What interest of it be to you?

My interest be your intent. What you be planning to do wit all dose corpses?

No woman, no worry. You not getting anything again from me. Just be out of my way when we get dere.

The two board a ship and set sail for Ireland, sitting on the deck enjoying a fresh batch of dust.

[Image: 483d-ghost-ship-poster-neosurrealismart-com.jpg]

[Image: 483d-ghost-ship-poster-neosurrealismart-com.jpg]

Gods do not falter, no do dey bend to human ways. You walk dis ert a great pretender. Your words are breaking, like dat of porcelain doll and you still have not see de err of your ways. You have been beaten by de likes of dwarvf and human, but still you speak of being a god. If mortals can conquer the balsa scythe, den a Loa will completely obliterate the man hiding in mache armor. You want to prove you are more den a liar and imposter of death, den you will have your way. Your doll will be de only doll at ringside. Satu inni kel gjrala duhn mor tellyah.

Words can be broken with the harshest of blows, or the softest of touch.
Only the silent are impervious in the war of tongues, and strongest in the pursuit for longevity.

Threaded Mode \| Linear Mode False Prophets and Broken Words
Author	Message