Snippet #2653061

From the Dragon.
For the Dragon.
To the Dragon.
The words were engraved beautifully with clear script into an obsidian-like rock, hardened still with age. Running her dry elderly-like fingers over the air in front of it, the lady in black spoke.
"These are the words pledged by all members of our great society, displaying their unyielding commitment to giving themselves solely to our Everlastian God. The Dragon's blood runs deep in us all, outsider. Mind that if you will before stepping 'cross an Everlastian."
She continued forth into the corridors of the Parish, the heat intensifying with each step of foot.
"This Parish was built by Propienne, of the Pre-history First Order. We know little of the degenerates before. Only that they woke the Dragon's ire, and brought mad wroth forth. The Dragon saw weakness in man and turned one against the other with promises of eternal life and power, such brought about the Battle of Hundred Scerecs. 'Tis human nature to us all, greed. All that is needed to proof man's inhumanity to man is the incentive to fulfil self. Alas, I digress. Propienne was unlike any other man. He, the fourth in his line, did not raise sword to brother in response to the Dragon's words, but instead proved , and allowed his own heart be taken. From that day forth, he and the Dragon became one and the same. The Secreleic tongue and po'ers of the Justicar came unto him. He was the first of the Everlast, a conduit of nothing but raw Holy Draconic justice. He constructed this keep within this mountain as his head of quarters. There was aught to be found in the ruins upon the natural platform our kingdom is upon today, and there he found the power to produce such light, iron and crabblecoal. Upon these three materials he composed the city you see today, with all under its shelter pledging their allegiance to the Dragon and Propienne's holy light. Cleric knights and Elite Guard of our society since have been blessed with a fragment of the Dragon's holy power, able to gain visions of Sinners within the world. Propienne is long and gone, yet his power is but in slumber. One day, it shall rise anew in the heart of an Everlastian Lord, and he himself will be granted the Dragon's light to become its new conduit, namely Godsbane. Only he is able to converse with the Great One, and only he will ever be able to wield His light."
The woman reached the end of the vast, imposing antechamber before turning upon one foot and facing Iaira. The heat was now so intense that it drew breath from the lungs. Magma ran with an ominous calmness from out high atop the Parish walls into small holes in the stone to fill the floor beneath, providing an awesome heat from all sides.
"Before us both is the Chamber of Everlast. It is where we stop. Its Holy Light will burn your putrid soul from your body, girl, and I am much too weak for its power. One day, when Godsbane is delivered unto us, Everlast shall once again be a name known across all lands."
She paused, her lifeless grey eyes delivering a sense of poisonous inexactness to Iaira.
"Questions, outsider?"