silverlinedmist
Wyvern Knight
A lot had happened in the short time the group had arrived in this strange place. Zeke recognized the area immediately, as his parents had both been religious when he was still young. Many times he had been forced to attend mass in places exactly like this, and he never enjoyed it. The overwhelming feeling of disgust hit him as soon as he entered, recalling unpleasant memories from those times. Those feelings alone were bad enough, but they only got worse the more he saw. Other people had immediately taken the girl away from his arms as he walked in, and took her to an altar at the front of the rows of pews. He could only cringe as they laid her down, watching the blood seep over the altar as if they were about to perform some sort of blood ritual on her and sacrifice her soul. However, it seemed to be the other way around. The others around her started to age as she appeared to be healed, while the woman who guided them there looked on in amazement. Zeke could only stand there, frozen, as he began to worry about the girl and the rest of them who had come here.
The ghastly woman who appeared to have some connection to the wounded girl started to get very angry, water seemingly dripping down from her fingertips. Zeke watched the water drip, ideas gathering in his head as the water pooled on the ground beneath her. His eyes wandered to the other girl who had followed them here, noting her shaky hands moving to her watch. He furrowed his brows, wondering what that was about, but deciding it was best not to bring it up. It was probably just a comfort thing.
Zeke stepped forward, looking to the cultist who brought them here, only to be interrupted by some sudden odd changes in the wounded girl. His eyes locked onto her as her body began to change right before their eyes, as if she was aging rapidly for no reason.
"What... Are you doing to her? Is that what this is about, taking in people who have no other options in life and forcing them to join this.. Cult.. Against their will? What kind of sick people are you?" he said without thinking. Though he didn't know what was going on, he felt something resonating within that girl. Oronin had drawn him to her, presumably for her power, but Zeke was starting to think he should just leave. Then again... Maybe such an environment could be good practice for him. His eye twitched as he briefly thought about burning the whole place down, surprised by his own sudden urges of violence. What would the others do in this situation? What would Oronin do...?
The ghastly woman who appeared to have some connection to the wounded girl started to get very angry, water seemingly dripping down from her fingertips. Zeke watched the water drip, ideas gathering in his head as the water pooled on the ground beneath her. His eyes wandered to the other girl who had followed them here, noting her shaky hands moving to her watch. He furrowed his brows, wondering what that was about, but deciding it was best not to bring it up. It was probably just a comfort thing.
Zeke stepped forward, looking to the cultist who brought them here, only to be interrupted by some sudden odd changes in the wounded girl. His eyes locked onto her as her body began to change right before their eyes, as if she was aging rapidly for no reason.
"What... Are you doing to her? Is that what this is about, taking in people who have no other options in life and forcing them to join this.. Cult.. Against their will? What kind of sick people are you?" he said without thinking. Though he didn't know what was going on, he felt something resonating within that girl. Oronin had drawn him to her, presumably for her power, but Zeke was starting to think he should just leave. Then again... Maybe such an environment could be good practice for him. His eye twitched as he briefly thought about burning the whole place down, surprised by his own sudden urges of violence. What would the others do in this situation? What would Oronin do...?