Snippet #1697615

Time passes very differently for mortals and gods. The very core of life was stirring in anticipation to what was a possibility of future. War had ruled millions of years ago when Death showed it’s face and wiped the earth clean. Lady Morgana remembered the terror and did not want to see it happening again... or at least any time soon.

Her people on the coast were vibrant will life and prayers for her and that made a side of her happy and content. They were marrying ceremoniously by the shores, children were born and first washed with the water she blessed her people with and oh, they did have many children as fate smiled upon them and so did their goddess. Her people grew in vast numbers as she was watching them and guiding them. The priestesses did something that surprised her and increased her content even more – they started to write down in a rudimentary way the holy words she spoke to her people, the rites, the teachings. They used a special type of seashell and as paper they used simple planks of wood. These were distributed to all the surrounding villages of Oceania.
As her people were growing in numbers under her wing, she decided it was time to guide them into specific roles. She announced the First Priestess to gather everyone at the almost finished temple. Appearing in a magnificent form, beautiful as a pure maiden with her rainbow garments and perfect translucent body, tall as the temple itself, she spoke:

“My sisters and brothers, the time has come to be organized and grow strong. On this day I will put the foundation of several ~houses~ with more specific roles that you will take. First of all, there shall be the Warrior House. There, all of you who wish to prove your loyalty and physical abilities to me and to your sisters and brothers can do so. You shall train every day and I shall watch you flourish with honor, strength and cunning. Second, there shall be the Hunter House where talented archers and rangers shall polish their accuracy and skill in practice every day, hunt the forests for more various food, but also be prepared to defend our city and its people from hostile intruders. A special part of this House shall be the fishermen. They shall be both skilled at fishing as well as sailing and know that every tentative of improvement your current tools shall be rewarded with plentiful earned rewards in fish and blessings. All tradesmen and craftsmen are also to be part of this house, as it is a house that will insure both safety and prosperity to you all. Third, there shall be the Healers House. As many of my blessed healers live in the temple, now you shall have your own house where you can perfect and discover new ways of healing and mending. Be aware, there is great honor in this task and you shall be respected by all, no exceptions. As a special part of this house there shall be the Poison Masters – and your task shall be gathering the poisons that will both cure our people and infect our enemies. Under my protection and with your faith held high to me, you shall have my blessings upon you and your families. Remember, we are all brothers and sisters. All houses are to work together and we are all but a big family that does not turn down a cry for help when needed.”

She well knew that the women would be worthy and the men strong and willful. She was also watching with pride her selected few to get her most cherished blessing, all women, who were a part of her temple. These selected few showed unmoving faith, cunning, grace and a kind heart to those of her people, so what they received in return from their goddess was unnatural strength and speed, the power of 5 men together. She would bestow this blessing rarely but constantly, leaving but a limited number in every generation of her people. These were her living saints.
In the meantime, a few more healers had departed to the land of Bellegar, regularly sending word home of how his cities flourished, but how aggressive the people were. However, they did their job almost heroically in his land which was so different from their own and also gaining great reputation amongst the women in the cities.

The Lady Morgana had heard about what had happened with Chath’s missionary, and to some extent it saddened her to see blood being spilled like that. She knew it was time to create even more of her silent, but enduring sentinels, her watterons to patrol the city, the villages and even the forests without killing anything that belong to her land. So she closed her eyes as she forced into existence a few hundred of her watterons. She made her will clear to them, but this time, she had given them an extra gift. The water from which the watterons were made from was poison. Of course, she had thought of her people that might come in contact with it and as a precaution she enchanted the poison in their waterly bodies to only affect those whose faith did not rise up to the her. Only then, would the poison be effective, finishing off a human life in the small time of 3 days if they were to come in contact with it. Her second command to these sentinels was to take the route of the southern branch of the river that had been turned into the glass canal by Chath himself and, with great speed as no one could travel on land, mounted or not, they were to spawn in Obsidia. She had a message to the fire god and it was this:"Only I command the vast element of water! This is retribution for the disrespect you have shown the proposal I had given you, even though you respected my missionary! Pay for that insult!". This message was delivered loud and clear for all citizens of Obsidia to hear no matter where they dwell. The water, hence, was poisoned by the watterons, the people infected and plagued. It was a necessary act of the behalf of Morgana... because she was not to be taken lightly under any circumstances and both the people and the fire god had to be aware of it. She had also ordered a few of her sentinels in the north by the river Chath diverted into his land and their role was to infect the water continuously for as long as they lived.

The name of Morgana was etched on the lips of her people in songs of adoration...that may have reached even the furthest of lands. But there was also fear growing in the hearts that were not her subjects.