The Pariah's Prayer Room
So this is what's poured outta me so far this evening. (the sound the centerpiece is making was inspired by the sound The One Ring makes just before it's devoured by the fires of Mount Doom ~ just FYI)
"Flint tried to study the legendary altar of the Plenipotentiary. It was the only thing that could be seen by the dim light of the candle. There, at its side and just touching the altar, perched upon a staff was a scalp, its red hair just as shiny and vibrant as the day it was ripped from Orphaeus Cygnus’ head. The single candle was affixed near the fore of the altar’s surface by way of its own wax. Cadmus had no need to use it to illuminate this room. He knew it well, but could probably also see the vastness implied by the sentient dark. To the left of the candle there lay an obviously ancient bell with an inscription on it that used no lettering Flint had ever seen. The right side of the altar was ordained with a small scourge with what looked like claws at the end of each leather tendril. But in the center…well, the center is what concerned Flint the most.
There it sat, resonating with its own strange music, an alien throbbing that inspired fear and fascination in eaual measure. Its tortured limbs reached toward a heaven that would reject it for all time and all times thereafter, and on them were stretched centuries of flesh, trapped and aching."
"Flint tried to study the legendary altar of the Plenipotentiary. It was the only thing that could be seen by the dim light of the candle. There, at its side and just touching the altar, perched upon a staff was a scalp, its red hair just as shiny and vibrant as the day it was ripped from Orphaeus Cygnus’ head. The single candle was affixed near the fore of the altar’s surface by way of its own wax. Cadmus had no need to use it to illuminate this room. He knew it well, but could probably also see the vastness implied by the sentient dark. To the left of the candle there lay an obviously ancient bell with an inscription on it that used no lettering Flint had ever seen. The right side of the altar was ordained with a small scourge with what looked like claws at the end of each leather tendril. But in the center…well, the center is what concerned Flint the most.
There it sat, resonating with its own strange music, an alien throbbing that inspired fear and fascination in eaual measure. Its tortured limbs reached toward a heaven that would reject it for all time and all times thereafter, and on them were stretched centuries of flesh, trapped and aching."