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A crises of faith.; Dia the prophet and her tale.
Topic Started: Sep 5 2015, 10:55 AM (79 Views)
Lyskal
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Kanchi 'Venom' Yar'Adua of the Shrikes 12th. Escort specialist.
7:23 PM, ruins of the first Holy Vatican of the Catholic faith. The Izalith isle of Yule joka, west of the current Papal state and south of Austiana. (The eastern side of the largest island is the site of the ruins)
The wind was oddly chilly as groups of people, scurrying like ants, excitedly ran in and around the old arches and stone of the Vatican ruins. During the era of the Catholic crusades Novera found itself suffering great change. Crusader forces spread far and wide from Victorum searching for loot and lands to claim for themselves in the name of God. The Crusader era was cut short swiftly and brutally several months after several crusades expulsion from Suran by a now enraged coalition of native cities, tribes and Decapitane exiles infuriated by the church and united under a single man who would go on to become the first Emperor of the Imperium of Izalith.
Hoping to demoralize and weaken the Suran resistance. The Pope of the time spread a message far and loud decrying that the Sumikan faith (Sumika is the largest region of Izalith that houses the capital city which is also called Sumika due to it's size.) of Dianism was foul. Dianism is an offshoot of the Catholic faith that follows a female prophet of the name Dia who was born and lived in northern Suran, carrying out many miracles and winning much adoration before vanishing. (Christianity with a different Jesus basically, Christianity also exists in Novera mind you.)
The Pope publicly announced that Dia was a farce of a prophet, that she was a heretic and a whore. He had no idea that he sealed his own doom. In one of the largest naval assaults of the time period the alliance of now livid northern Suranese succeeded in penetrating the armada defending the then Papal State island as it battled their own armada. This group of vessels filled with a vast array of 'heretic' knights and tribal warriors took to the shores, attacking the city and battling their way to the Vatican in a berserk fury.
Tapestries are still held in several renowned museums around the country of the first Emperor of Izalith wearing a black mirror around his neck just like Dia, dangling the corpse of the elderly Pope like a puppet off his pike on a balcony as the Vatican burns in a savage inferno behind him. A very famous yet grizzly image.

Code name Venom growled at some curious archaeologists that had started chatting to him about why he was even there, he succeeded in making both of the men jump in fright.
Kanchi 'Venom' Yar'Adua was a 6.4ft tall monster of a man clad in black kevlar and black fatigues. He had a ballistic mask covering his face and a set of night vision goggles sitting firmly on his helmet as he continued to survey his surroundings.
Apparently some archaeologists. Had found a secret vault several meters below the Vatican ruins during a dig that was supposed to simply find some storage rooms, wine cellars or even something scandalous like a torture room.
Venom spotted some more of the Shrike 12th and his captain talking to some more military types in gas masks. He snorted as he spotted the insignia.
"Makes more sense that the Covenant Private Army rocked up. But why the fuck are we here?" Venom muttered into his mask with his thick Suranese accent. The entirety of the ruins was sealed off with fences, razor wire and spot lights. Army, police, CPA and the special forces had all made an appearance. Considering the Shrikes needed the stamp of the Empress to get deployed something big or extremely fucked up must be under this ancient pile of shit.

Frustrated, the man whipped out a small leather wallet and looked inside. A worn and bent picture of a beautiful dark woman and a small boy smiled at him. Unable to resist, a smile cracked from behind his mask.
Family always did manage to calm me down.
Venom gently folded the wallet back up and slid it into the ammo pack he usually kept some muesli bars in as well, careful to make sure it was secured. The woman in the picture looked like she was in the low 20's, yet he was nearly 40. He tried to resist but the boredom and lack of orders dragged him into his own mind.
He remembered when the paramedics had explained that after much investigation his son must have accidentally rolled one of his toys under the drivers seat from the back. It had gotten lodged under the break pedal of the crappy station wagon they'd had and before Ms. Yar'Adua could wedge it out they'd edged into the other lane and got clipped by a truck. Both died.
The soldier shook his head. This is exactly why he didn't go to church or spend too long in the quiet without a drink, for fuck sake.
So much for calming down.

A megaphone broke the silence a few shattered walls away near the entrance to the tunnel.
"Excuse me? Those who were told they're to accompany the first group please make your way to the dig site now." the eloquent voice of an elderly man was the cause of the disturbance. Dr. Niel Arty, the college shirt in charge of the dig.
Venom pushed himself away from the wall he was leaning on and made his way over, pushing several bemused young archaeologists over in the process as they refused to get out of his way.
The mouth of the tunnel was literally a dusty hole in the ground surrounded by spotlights shining in with some ladders shoved down it. Around the hole stood two members of the CPA, 4 members of the Dianistic Faith in dipshit baggy clothing, Dr. Arty and two of his assistants and the Captain of the Shrikes 12th 'Dusted'. Venom eyed down the hole, ignoring the drone of the college types.
8 meters down, apparently several dozen to the doors. Lighting poor inside, non-halogen lights down there. Shit's fucked.
Venom automatically started assessing the job ahead out of reflex. Despite knowing full well he was literally just here to take some dipshits down some hole, baby sit them and then lead the useless twats back out again. What a waste of time and effort. He took a deep breath and tried to hold onto the fact that the Empress thought this was truly important enough to send the Shrikes in for. She wasn't trying to appease anyone in the college scene, he knew of course, because he checked. This caused him to re-asses the hole.
There has to be something down there as sensitive as pictures of her tits going public for her to want us here. She mustn't trust one of the groups present... but which one?
Venom glared at the doctor and then at the Covenant Private Army. One group was here for knowledge, the other was batshit obsessed with Dia and Dianism and willing to riflebutt any funny teenager that so much as makes a joke about it.
Maybe the CPA would destroy relics with evidence of bringing shame to their prophet? But why would the CPA show up unless the artifacts directly effected Dia? Why would the Catholics have something physical that could stand the test of time which warranted their attention? The pope and his shitty fraternity of kiddy fiddlers shouldn't have had anything more than papers saying how shit Dianism was...
The Shrike stood closer to his captain as he continued to weigh up the odds in his head, thanking that he had gone to sunday school and taken an interest in the first Emperor and his love of fucking up anyone that even tried to fuck with what would become Izalith.
He made a quick note that the CPA goons didn't stand near the 4 churchies, who were whispering hurriedly to each other. Venom's trained eyes noticed that at least two of them had handguns.
No need with this much protection. Suspicious.

After a rather useless explanation of ladder safety the large group begun to line up to shimmy down the ladders, they could only do so two at a time. Venom and one of the CPA were up first. The two soldiers turned away from the hole and started to descend, after making it a few rungs down Venom heard a very quite voice, meant only for his hearing and not the people a few feet above him.
"There were inscriptions. On the door that the priests were brought in to translate. They smashed them up. If they concern Dia that is heresy of the highest order. Please stay frosty down here."
The gas mask visage glanced at him once as they continued to climb down. Venom didn't really give much of a fuck about religion. He knew he was going to Hell and he knew if God stuck his family down there he'd find a way to rip his throat out. Beyond that his life was simple and praying was a waste of fucking time that helped nobody.
He decided to ignore the CPA man and focus on getting off the ladder.

The click of metal on stone and echoes of men straining could be heard down the lamp lit tunnel, half cobblestone and half all kinds of fucked up. With his captain and the other CPA up the back and all the civvies in the middle, Venom led the way down the tunnel. After a few meters he made out the laborers at a large set of stone slabs that seemed to be doors of some kind. Quickly taking in the frame and it's surroundings, Venom frowned.
Square holes to the sides, very little dust, blocks removed. Chalks up with CPA gits story.
He looked at the two stone slabs, leaning forward and tapping his knuckles on one. They were thick.
Black scorch marks and the smell of blasting caps, they've dug in around the sides of the doors. Looks like they've been at it for hours.
Venom's train of thought stopped when the Doctor behind him sighed loudly.
"This was supposed to be open by now! History awaits! What are you philistines doing!?" the Doctor huffed for a few moments before wiping his forehead with a cloth from his breast pocket.
Venom clenched his fists and resisted the urge to wrap his fingers around his bayonet knife in his rigging and rub that on the fucker's head instead.
And people think children are fucking annoying. I might pay that fucker a visit before he gets in his car after this and teach him some manners.
Rough grinding sounds echoed loudly around them as the laborers used a jack to push the two giant stone slabs apart, inch by inch.
THE FUCKERS WERE THREE FEET THICK! What is in here? The pope's stash of little boys?
While the archaeologists in the party readied portable lights to bring in Venom and the CPA nodded at each other. Annoyed at the lack of a name or call sign for his fellow point man Venom glanced at his tag. Taking the first portion of the soldier's last name and creating a callsign on the spot.
"Alright Aka, you ready?" Venom excitedly punched Aka in the arm as the CPA soldier rolled his eyes behind his gasmask at his new name. Must have gotten called it in school as well.
The laborers made a gap wide enough for one person to squeeze through. The two men nodded and went ahead, pushing themselves through the gap quickly so they could ascertain their surroundings before the vulnerable civvies were able to walk in with their equipment. Venom yanked down his night vision goggles and the CPA turned on his flashlight as they separated and went around the outside of the room. One left, one right.

Cold, thick with dust. Constructed of large solid stone blocks. Old as shit frayed fabric on the ground... carpet?
he continued on, pistol in one hand and left hand against the wall. His goggles were on a lower setting so he wouldn't get blinded when the big lights came in. Glancing across at Aka he saw that the flashlight was barely doing fuck all. The room was fucking huge with pillars in various spots to hold the roof up.
Wall engravings... more wall engravings... an iron maiden... a rack. A secret torture chamber in the Vatican? Huh, I guessed right.
Venom smirked with a smug and yanked his goggles up as the lights came on near the entrance. The room flooded with light. Some parts were barely illuminated.
I guess we're here because the Empress wants to blackmail Nemacia or the papal state with this tasty info. But what the fuck does this have to do with...
Venom heard a howl from Aka, without hesitation he raised his gun and walked quickly in the direction of the sound. Side stepping broken pots, ledges and furniture he had no time to look at. He soon found himself directly behind the soldier who was prostrating himself before a long stone block in the center of the room towards the back. An engraved slab was in front of it but Venom couldn't read it.
"What the fuck are you doing you git? You can't be swallowing too much dust with a gas mask on. You're also not catholic, so get off your knees."
Venom's initial unease quickly spiraled into confusion when the CPA soldier turned to look up at him. The man had removed his mask and was crying, choking. He grabbed onto Venom hard and pulled him down.
The others were still slowly making their way into the near cavernous room and had yet to get near them.

"By order of the His Holiness her lay encased Dia Lunah, whore and heretic." Aka shook Venom hard a few times, luckily for him Venom had decided to hear him out instead of beating him, but his brain just couldn't click, the Shrike was overwhelmed.
Trying to whisper but hissing his works, Aka pushed his face against Venom's mask before returning to his fervent praying on the dusty ass floor.
"THEY HAD DIA BURIED ALIVE INSIDE THIS STONE BLOCK. SHE'S RIGHT HERE!"

Well shit.
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