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Quote from: highmax28 on September 28, 2017, 10:30:06 am

Quote from: apiks on September 28, 2017, 06:24:43 am

Awfully, uh, nice thing to do to the person who broke your spine, Lemonpie. You're truly a man of Omer.

So, um, did you fix that spine for the ceremony or?

He can pull a miracle like in one of my other forts where a guy was mangled to death and managed to heal fully from several spinal injuries.

Although it might have been bruising...

I'm more surprised Lemonpie still likes her after she beat his ass up. Maybe he didn't see that she beat him up.

She fought Lemonpie presumably on Apiks' orders, and cared tenderly afterwards.

 Forgiving is the key to a life without hate.

Heartbreak. True heartbreak, is the feeling Lemonpie felt. He had loved Ustuth, the most pious of his followers. Every morning, she came to pray in the Cathedral. Every night, no matter how late, she ventured down again, to pray once more. So often had they had theological discussions. They had spent entire nights together, contemplating rainbows and sunlight. And now, her mangled corpse was carried before him. Lemonpie could do nothing but weep.

Long before, Lemonpie had prepared her tomb. She would be one of the six to be burried royally within the cathedral. Their souls would be safe from Armok's burning grasp, as their entire prescence would fill the fortress himself. He had blessed the magic connections in such ways when he first constructed the cathedral. Those burried within would never be purposeless, malevolent ghosts floating around aimlessly. No, their being would conjoin with the rocks of the Cathedral, become one with Necrothreat itself. They would become immortal, yet limited in their powers. Still, it offered no solace to Lemonpie, who wept and kept on weeping.

Several days had passed since Ustuth's corpse had been placed on his altar. Lemonpie performed the worst task an Archpriest had to perform. Embalming the body. He could not get used to the Queen's stone cold body, no matter how often his tasks required him to touch it. Yet he laboured on, knowing it was necessary to keep her noble soul away from Armok's purgatory. It had taken him several days, but finally she was presentable. He had cleaned her, sown all her wounds expertly, and put her in her most beautiful dress. She laid there, amongst a bed of white roses, lillies and orchids. Many of the flowers still charred, from the fires that raged outside. Between the flowers of her bed of white and green stood a variety of gifts for in the afterlife. Valuable jewelry, weaponry and clothes were displayed in all their grandure. But whe would not merely take valuable gifts with her, no. Between them also stood several blocks of the most beautiful marble, and her personal toolkit. She would still be able to craft masterpieces in her eternal rest.

Many had come to visit her for the last time, to say their goodbyes to the most noble woman to ever inhabit the fortress. All her life she had toiled for the fortress. She hauled the largest rocks to her mason's workshop herself when she was vital and young, but resorted to healthcare when her knees and back had become ripe with age. Yet never had she had the luxury of retirement. She never wanted to, but the fortress would have ensured her life to become less strenuous. She had deserved as much. Yet Apiks had dethroned her before the forumites ever could. He had caused her death. And all the fortress knew.

Lemonpie spoke the last verse of his sacred chant. "And may thee, Queen of the Just, Caregiver of Many..." Lemonpie paused, pained by Armok's presence in his head. Yet he managed to regain his posture, and continue on, ignoring Armok's cruel torture. "Carver of Rocks unmatched, find thy blissfull rest, and sleep in joy eternal." He gave the sign, and two forumites carried her to her tomb. The rest followed, bringing the gifts for her grave with them. With Ustuth placed in her marble coffin, and her gifts displayed, her tomb was ready to be sealed. Lemonpie closed the gate, and uttered the blessings that would protect the tomb. The sacred words caused the crowd to bathe in Omer's sacred light, but it brought joy to none. Their loss had been too grave. As Lemonpie finished, he turned around, saying something none had ever heared before. It was clear that it was not his own voice that spoke these words. No, they were the words of a god.

"I PRONOUNCE HER SAINT USTUTH THE QUEEN, SAINT OF STONEWORKING, HEALTHCARE, AND ROYALTY, PATRON SAINT OF MASONS, NURSES, KINGS AND QUEENS. MAY SHE LIVE ETERNAL, IN OUR BLESSED SOULS."

Lemonpie collapsed, blood trickling from his nose.

Shrieking, Melyssa awoke. With panicked eyes she looked around, until she spotted the familiar god of greed himself.

"Where have you taken me, vile thing?!"

Moon

iCarly

Ptw, very promising!

Ptw, definitely hyped again!

Can I request the next married couple? As for a clan name, I'd like "Sourcakes"