For Whom the Bell Tolls

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Zero
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For Whom the Bell Tolls

Post by Zero » Fri Sep 02, 2022 9:53 pm

Bong.. Bong.. Bong..

The sound of the church bell echoed off each and every stone and wood surface in Edana as a quaint procession of solomen faced denizens made their way to the source of the tolling bells, about 30 people in total: men, women, and children. Some of the citizens wore funeral apperal proper donned in all black and the women with their faces veiled, others dressed in plain clothes, and some donned pieces of armor. Some wept openly as the distance to the church grew shorter, others paced stoicly onward.

As the gathered crowd eventually found seating, the priest, who was seated aside the altar with several town officials and guards, stood slowly and proceeded to the pulpit and cleared his throat to focus the mumbling crowd.

"Thank you to all who have gathered here today to celebrate the life of our beloved Caesar." The priest said as he began the eulogy. "Caesar was a man known to all the citizens of Edana. He greeted each and all with curtiousness, respect, and kindness. It is with great sadness and heavy hearts that we.."

Gareth stood up abruptly and muttered a curse under his breath.

The priest fell silent as he looked up at the sound.

"If the damned guards in this gods forsaken place did anything around here besides drink and whore day and night, none of this would be happening at all!" Gareth shouted, glancing between the priest, the guards, and the congregation.

"Damn you all! Damn you all to the deepest depths of the darkest hell! Damn you all for not taking action when they took the first one! Damn you all for letting this happen to my boy!"

"Gareth!" A tearful woman pleaded from the seat beside him. "Pleas.." She almost managed to say.

A swift backhand connected to the womans left temple with an audible crack, sending her sprawling onto the floor.

The crowd gasped then fell silent as Gareth marched out of the church.

Making his way past the gate, he paced briskly down the alley towards the bank without ever looking up. When he reached the bank he stood outside at the bulliten board. Under the illumination of the hanging lantern over the door, he ripped a piece of parchment from the board and propduced a writing charcoal and scribbled onto it with a haste fueled by rage and hate.

When he finished, he pressed the parchment onto the bulletin board. He produced a small dagger from his belt and slammed it into the board with such ferocity that it passed through the board and burried into the wall beneath.

He strode away from the bank into the darkness of the alley to the sound a chuch bell tolling in the distance.

Bong.. Bong.. Bong..

The sound of the tolling bells drowned out all sound in the crisp night air. However, somewhere in the distance a faint laughter is heard and a whispering chant "Death comes for all.."

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