IV
Dessine-moi Un Massacreur
With the first minutes of the falling night, the settlement filled with the light emanating from torches and bonfires, and in the only square where performances, executions, and other joys for the common folk were held, it was truly heated: a priest, calling himself a prophet, wearing armor and a white mantle with a bright red cross over it, preached: "Today, once and for all, we shall overcome the enemies! Fill your hearts with light, the divine fire, compared to which this one is but the smoldering embers of human enmity..." — the holy man instilled even more loudly, but suddenly... a scream emanating from the Haven made the crusaders shudder, while the leader, regaining his composure, continued: "They attacked us first! Forward! Let us save the Haven!" — the defenders, taking up pitchforks, brooms, shovels, frying pans, and torches, headed toward the stronghold.
Zybr, led by the mass, felt the least comfortable: he felt someone's sidelong glance on his back, fortunately, only his: dizziness did not trouble him this time, and had it been there, it is unknown what would have happened to him had he fallen under the feet of the crusaders. Approaching the Haven, the militia saw a torn-off door, smashed windows, and also, out of the corner of their eye, they saw
Arandor'a sitting on a bench. He was stunned, shocked, troubled by something; his glassy gaze turned toward the newcomers for a fraction of a second, and in those frightened eyes were seen unanswered questions that now tormented poor
Arandor'a.
Surveying the havoc, the holy man continued his oratory: "They are one step ahead of us. This requires the most coordinated actions from us — let them know what it is to stand in our way... What beautiful mountains!... And these birds! Do they not sing wonderfully?!... What a delight! My diamond belt — finally, I have found you!" — the priest spoke with fluttering and reverence, frightening everyone around — "Wait... Why are you crumbling..." — feeling his blunder, he returned to his heated speeches — "Aaaa... Demons! They are to blame for everything! They are coming close to our souls! They want to destroy our fire; if not us, then who else can save everyone! First, we shall cleanse our forest, then we shall carry the light to Jerusalem! Down with the godless!" — the speech, like the flame of a furnace, spread into the hearts of those present; however, the silhouette of death appearing at the other end of the village convinced the fighters to move faster.
Майор Вихрь felt strong discomfort, it seemed he was about to be turned inside out: apparently, someone had worked on his well-being. The rushing crowd reached its new goal quite quickly, which dissolved before their eyes;
WhiteLizard, arriving last of all, felt someone's piercing gaze on his back, and
КостяN experienced a similar feeling. Soon, the priest ran up, holding a bundle in his hand; unfolding it, he showed everyone a face:
This was found in the Temple. "Repent, blasphemers, before it is too late!" — he answered at the end, heading to the Temple, for dawn had arrived; everyone followed his example, and the prayer was unusually quiet, even the most avid gossips remained silent, fearing to be accused of heresy...
Wandering Souls:
3 Ta Kotoraya...
4 Zybr
5 Майор Вихрь
7 Kyle
8 Rift
9 Revan
11 КостяN
12 Arandor
13 WisTrit
15 Нэйра Дрейк
16 Пандора
17 Ple-Sen
19 WhiteLizard
Lost Souls:
1 HoM[M]ie
10 Гур
14 WishmasteRThe Fourth Day begins.
Kyle
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