Enemies From The Past

Islana could feel the pain, but in this state it was difficult to comprehend it completely. It felt as if death itself was coming for her but was muddled with the images of lives lived long before her own.

The words that came from her as she preached to the faithful sprung from lips as truths often do. Words about the Twins, their greatness. Words about the Ozanine and keeping faith in the truth of the Gods

It was quite a feeling having all those people listen to her every word but the meaning behind that flowing spiritual poetry of sorts came from the Twins through her. They let her know what the people should know.

Hands raised, dark robes flooded the woman from the crowd. They were there to kill her, she knew it even before the words left their mouths.

The few seconds it took to surround the Prophetess seemed to almost be slowed by the woman's perception. The robes came closer, her hands lifted up in a sweeping motion. Her eyes glowed red.

A large gust of wind swept through the temple. The faithful had not risen from their kneeling but it knocked most of the Brotherhood off their feet.

Guards rushed the attackers...