The All-Seeing Eyes [RP]

[Rain]

*The temple bells would toll as expected. Within the veil of their chime a projection of a premonition is showcased within the halls under hushed whisper.*

"The time is almost among us."

"Be patient my All-Seeing Eyes."

[Rain]

The temple bells ring once again marking the anticipated arrival of the clergy. As the bells toll across the undercity necropolis the signs of a gathering slowly develop a deathly march towards the temple grounds. Life and death compile and commune once again upon the the outer walls and of the Temple of All-Seeing Eyes as all heads would raise their sight upward to the temple bell tower to catch sight of the High Clergy now present among the masses. A crimson red hue of magic would envelop the clock tower in it's entirety. The dark magical essence would swirl and twist around the clock-tower as if it were alive occasionally crackling and whipping like chaotic thunder-bolts. Eventually the source of the magic would be made clear as the High Priestess of the Temple would make her presence known emerging in plain view in the high tower to showcase an artifact held gently above her open palms ahead of her. To those with the ability to witness the artifact they would glimpse at it's true nature. The treasured fruits of the Undercity... Three large gem clusters radiating with dark energy socketed in a crown of pure obsidian.

"My All-Seeing Eyes, and citizens of the Undercity."

"Bare witness to the fruits of our labor and the results of your loyalty and conviction to the All-Seeing Eye."

"A great milestone has been achieved this day and with it, our dominion here shall begin. For with this great artifact... *Batibat would lift the gem socketed crown above her head showcasing it* we need not rebel and fight amongst our once civil conflict between life and death! Let this crown be a symbol of the peace and harmony that conjoins our lives together now. Life and death held under one banner, one path and one city... The Undercity."

*Batibat would slowly lower the crown towards her head the crown's crimson dark magical swirling violently before halting as Batibat holds the crown only a fingers tip away from resting on her head.*

"But there is still much work to do and our presence here is still met with many dangers and enemies that may and will disturb our peace."

*Batibat would pull the crown away and hold it in-front of her once again as she speaks.*

"Let us take the time to reinforce our foundations and remedy our current obstacles together by flesh and bone. These hours of peace and prosperity will not hold forever, and so we must make the best of our time. Together with our allies from above and below it is time to shrug away our distractions and rebuild our home. Now is the time, take a-hold of the artificers hammer and showcase your loyalty to the Undercity. If you still have yet to truly believe in our path or walk the path towards the faithless wall then believe in me and grant me your prayers. Commune together as one my All-Seeing Eyes."

"The Undercity fights under one banner now..."

"So let us raise them high!"

// Thank you DM GrinningDeath for the plethora of events leading up to this! //

[Rain]

The fields of the dead... The wasteland of the ultimate end to the masses who have fought within it's hallowed grounds in search of fame, fortune and glory. It is said the dead care not about the reasons for stepping onto the soils of the damned. Catching the attention of the desecrated heros would only bring those lost souls to chase after what it is they do not have. The sweet relief of life and death...

Lately however, the fields have grown silent, nothing but the winds and the muffled groins of the dead echo in the vast expanse of Myrkul's domain. A breif despite, the calm before the storm basked in the grace of the dead three who watch over the holy site of their visage. Only until now have the fields been so silent, only to be broken by the sound of footsteps and the siren's song of the ruined sisters of death...

Within the fog-filled veil did they come, their march held together by the thread of their moral. Some of them limped others simply to be dragged along behind the step of their defeated queen. Battered and broken, yet they pressed on many of them still holding on to the shimmer of hope left to be seen by the one that wore the ruined crown.

The march would come to a halt in the heart of the fields of the dead as the ruined queen stood before a single grave-site in silence... The silence was deafening... Until the queen would turn, and those before her would witness the burning determination within her ocean blue pupils.

"My All-Seeing Eyes!"

"Today is a day of remorse and contemplation... Because within our defeat lies the inner workings of a renewal. We have lost our home, yes this is true..."

The ruined queen would step forward towards those gathered. With a graceful step and a straightened back her voice would boom across the fields of the dead and the lands beyond.

"BUT WE HAVE NOT LOST OUR PURPOSE!"

"The vision set out before you my All-seeing Eyes is clear! You have seen it for yourselves that day, how the -civil- burned down your homes, slaughtered your friends and family, and defiled the sacred day of our lord! They would see us to be hung for our prayers! See you brought upon the stake for your beliefs! Set upon the gallows only to be brought closer to the Lord of Bones one last time..."

The ruined queen would soon unveil a red-velvet cloth-bound bag. With a turn holding the bag against the rear and pulling the strings a-loose do the shattered pieces of broken gem-clusters fall to the hallowed soil. An outstretched hand follows one of the shattered gemstones, clutching it in hand before gently placing the jagged piece into a socket of her ruined crown.

"Many of you still believe in the path, I know this for many of you still follow my step even after my failure to uphold my promise. You follow a -ruined queen- to the end... Yet our conclusion will not be brought upon us today."

As the ruined queen lifts a single hand upward does the shimmer of her power display upon the masses in view. A rumbling of the soils beneath the very feet of those who stand on the hallowed grounds of the fields of the dead as the outstretched fleshless hands of skeleton raise from their graves and clear the dirt that once sealed them away. Woken from their slumber did they rise, with sword and shield in hand did the fallen knights march towards their queen and showcase their loyalty at the bend of the knee.

"If you still have hope... Then believe in the vision my All-Seeing Eyes... For the Lord of Bones has set his sights for us upon new lands awaiting our arrival."

"If you still have hope... Then follow me once more..."

As the ruined queen began her step westbound so too did her risen knights... it was unclear exactly what happened to the rest of her followers... Some sworn to her vision walked the path regardless of the outcome... Others broken of the will to follow or press onward away from Myrkul's grace here in the fields of the dead to find their own path and commune.

In the end all that was left was the sunken footprints the ruined queen and those who followed her westbound towards the Trielta Hills and onward towards their faithful journey once again.

[Rain]

Within the veil of the night, torches are raised high in the air as a duel lineup of acolytes baring the symbol of Myrkul upon their cloaks marched in tandem with the small pitter-patter of a small halfling who took up stride in the middle of their footwork display. The tiny halfling adorned in a gown of skulls, a crown of pure bone, and a necklace of a magically infused gemstone cluster would take up the center of the march leading the group seen outside the Soubar gates from the north. Banners are held high in the sky showcasing a symbol of an -Overwatching Eye Upon a Praying Man-. The group would appear at the entrance of the northern gate of Soubar marching quietly along the inner roads until they reached the doorway of the Ebon Blade Keep. Very soon after, the doorway would be held open for the halfling within their ranks as she steps inside along with her followers. It was not very long after the group had entered the Ebon Blade keep that a banner of the -Overwatching Eye- would be placed on the highest tower of the keep allowing the winds to touch upon it and showcase its symbol to the rest of the town.

Two long parchments lie unrolled towards the grass hung on either side of the entrance.

Let it be known upon this day that the withering hand of the High Priestess Batibat Kok-Lir Kasdeya and followers of the dogma of the All-Seeing Eye has taken upon Soubar in accordance with the recent events set upon Soubar and its citizens. The Ebon Blade keep shall now act as a reminder of the old faiths and a reminder that faith is the one true protectorate of Soubar as it has been for many years under the vision of the gods of the Black Abbey, The prideful hunters of Malar, and indoctrinate of the founders of the Northern Barony. Upon this time the All-Seeing Eyes shall be devoted to the protection of Soubar, its lands, its people, and most importantly its faith. In time shall we cleanse these fearful hearts and restore your trust in the old faith and its protection of Soubarian walls. See what we see, for through our eyes your lives hold meaning.