CHAPTER 7
THE THIRTEEN
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"And so it came to pass that the Thirteen each created a race, in their likeness: Men, Far Western Men, Elves, Dark Elves, Skaven, Lizardmen, Orcs, the four factions of Chaos, the Tomb Lords of Khemri and the Watchers in the Dark (of which there were only five)" - An Excerpt from The History of the Old World
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It was as if I had yelled something rude and obscene. All conversation ceased, and all turned towards me. I opened my mouth to say something, but Cealt got in before me.
"Your Majesty, this Wanderer has entered the city. She bears the mark of the Ever-Entity, yet she has the pendant of the Sierra Angel."
The collective gasp was so loud, it nearly deafened me.
"This is interesting news indeed," said the king. "Leave me to talk to this Wanderer." Everyone left quickly. The king beckoned me to his side. I found he was taller than me by a good three inches.
"Where do you come from, ad what is your name, Wanderer?"
"I come from the Great White Desert, and have traveled many leagues to reach here. My name is Lelith, Daughter of Lorieth."
"How does it happen that your bear both the mark of the Ever-Entity, and the pendant of the Sierra Angel?"
"It was given to me by the Angel herself. I know not the Ever-Entity you speak of."
The king's face softened.
"That is good news indeed. The Ever-Entity is both feared and hated by us."
"I greatly desire to know what the Ever-Entity is, Highness."
"Follow me."
He led me through a door into a beautiful garden. A fountain murmured softly in the center. As we walked through the garden, an image came to me. It was the same place, but the walls encircling the garden were ruined, and bodies leaned against them. The fountain was smashed, and the flowers trampled. But it disappeared as quickly as the first.
We came to a wall. Mounted on it was a mural cast out of gold. It depicted thirteen figures, twelve of which I recognized. Seven were very prominent. The four gods of Chaos, Sigmar, the Sierra Angel and one other. It was to this last one the king pointed. It was depicted as a man, albeit one in the likeness of a moth. It had wings, six legs and antennae, yet it stood on two legs, held a staff with two arms and had a human head.
"We have many names for it: The Ever-Entity, The Nameless One, The Moth- Man. We have another though we dare not speak it."
"Would you tell me?"
"Indrid Cane."
The sky overhead rumbled as if in response.
THE THIRTEEN
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"And so it came to pass that the Thirteen each created a race, in their likeness: Men, Far Western Men, Elves, Dark Elves, Skaven, Lizardmen, Orcs, the four factions of Chaos, the Tomb Lords of Khemri and the Watchers in the Dark (of which there were only five)" - An Excerpt from The History of the Old World
* * * * *
It was as if I had yelled something rude and obscene. All conversation ceased, and all turned towards me. I opened my mouth to say something, but Cealt got in before me.
"Your Majesty, this Wanderer has entered the city. She bears the mark of the Ever-Entity, yet she has the pendant of the Sierra Angel."
The collective gasp was so loud, it nearly deafened me.
"This is interesting news indeed," said the king. "Leave me to talk to this Wanderer." Everyone left quickly. The king beckoned me to his side. I found he was taller than me by a good three inches.
"Where do you come from, ad what is your name, Wanderer?"
"I come from the Great White Desert, and have traveled many leagues to reach here. My name is Lelith, Daughter of Lorieth."
"How does it happen that your bear both the mark of the Ever-Entity, and the pendant of the Sierra Angel?"
"It was given to me by the Angel herself. I know not the Ever-Entity you speak of."
The king's face softened.
"That is good news indeed. The Ever-Entity is both feared and hated by us."
"I greatly desire to know what the Ever-Entity is, Highness."
"Follow me."
He led me through a door into a beautiful garden. A fountain murmured softly in the center. As we walked through the garden, an image came to me. It was the same place, but the walls encircling the garden were ruined, and bodies leaned against them. The fountain was smashed, and the flowers trampled. But it disappeared as quickly as the first.
We came to a wall. Mounted on it was a mural cast out of gold. It depicted thirteen figures, twelve of which I recognized. Seven were very prominent. The four gods of Chaos, Sigmar, the Sierra Angel and one other. It was to this last one the king pointed. It was depicted as a man, albeit one in the likeness of a moth. It had wings, six legs and antennae, yet it stood on two legs, held a staff with two arms and had a human head.
"We have many names for it: The Ever-Entity, The Nameless One, The Moth- Man. We have another though we dare not speak it."
"Would you tell me?"
"Indrid Cane."
The sky overhead rumbled as if in response.