“… Baptism was taking place… Thirteen hooded men with bronze masks of violent expression stood around a pool of blue flames listening to the credence that was hot, roaring fire. Upon that warm reflection that beamed from the masquerade of bronze faces one could see that the words spoken by the blue flames were that of renewal and rebirth even if they could not hear the words themselves. How mellifluous did that blue light dance! And the hooded men danced with it, chanting now, joined hand in hand to revel in truth and reconciliation as one. Theirs was a god that provided true enlightenment. Theirs was a god whose voice was as obvious as the wind. So they listened, and welcomed the new faces that their god had bequeathed to them. It is at this baptism that wanderers were given a purpose. With a new purpose came a new identity… and not a single one of them shuddered when they forsook the soul they were born with for one that radiated with power. And that was a dangerous thing…”
About Connor WilkinsQuickly, quickly... take your seat. Our storyteller is about to begin. Shhhh. Listen... His pipes are fluting emotions of myth and fable, but don't be fooled by fantasia for there are truths hidden within his unworldly tellings. We're drifting now... back in time to a world only he remembers.
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