Narrated by Gyllan Vollys. When we were with the Holy One and preaching, a crying widow came to the holy one begging to save her sickly gray scale child. We the companions made haste to dissuade the beloved but he would not listen, and went with the widow to heal the child.
He had taken I and two others into the house, before he healed her I remember him telling the widow to throw all the idols outside. Before touching the sickly Girl and healing her.
When we were heading back, the question arose as to why the idols were put outside and eventually burned. The holy one replied that because of the idols, their God would not hear them, or heal them, because of the provocation in setting up false gods and worshipping them instead of himself.
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"Verily they are false Idols, therefore O My people suffere them not to be in thine sight. Less they should cause thee to stumble and fall from My path." the Book of Life.
Standing next to the burning pit, the old priest read out from the leathery bounded book. His face covered in sweat yet his eyes glowing with zeal as he raised his arms downward.
"Burn them and turn them to dust," he shouted as he watched the people bring out the idols ranging from small to large ones, into the fiery pits.
When finally the ceremony was finished, he lead them in a prayer.
The elite inquisition monks stood guard at the side, watching the procession with expressionless gazes.
"Captain you know you don't have to write down all the idols burned down," zago couldn't help but being amused as he watched the short pretty captain scrippling on her notes.
Her dark green eyes flicked toward him for a second before saying with a deadpan look "of course I have too, these people were willing to believe the words of the holy one, the least we can do is recombense all their lost properties."
"Shouldn't they be expected to forfit such idols? Is it not idolatrous what they were doing before Oraena?" With raised eyebrows he turned his head towards her with a quirked lips.
"That is true and no just man can deny that, but remember what our Holy one also stated, "our God delights in Mercy, He meets and rejoices toward those who do good and those-"
"Captain! Captain urgent news,"
Before she could finish the verse, the sound of a shouting inquisition reached her, turning her head she watched as the crowd parted as the fully armor knight reached her.
Panting with sweat, he quickly bowed before handing her a scroll with a seal on it, seeing it was from the lieutenant, she unfurled it before skimming it, her expression unconsciously frowning before she hid it.
"Let me guess its those lys smugglers and pirates again,"
Oraena shook her head with a solem gaze before whispering under her breath
"Worst dothraki horde. Gather all the unit and meet me in the gates, I'm going to the mayor to turn in my notes and aske for supplies," with a sharp salute he quickly headed to gather the rest of his mates.
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Verdant Garden palace
Outside the garden palace with the ever blooming of thousands of flowers, sat a group of the companions.
A smartly dressed colorful middle aged man wearing a feathered hat entered the garden, his face slicked with sweat as he was lead by the maids, who bowed towards him and the companions before leaving.
"Apologies Gentleman, I would have made it on time if I wasn't beset by those filthy pirates," Jaqio Eranirah cursed with a fierce looked as he gulped down a handful cups of arbor wine Satiating his thirsty.
A confused looked apeared on the rahreha a large fat man, as he looked at his companion.
"What do you means pirates? Do you not handle those sycophant step stones pirates daily unless...
"Tyrosh! Your correct those were no ordinary pirates, but well deciplened and we'll comanded sailors, it seems those filthy snail fuckers finally decided to get serious, after failing to take back the bloodstone islands we conquered and seeing the daily diwindling of there trade route monopoly,"
"Still no matter how much I don't want to admit it we can't simply be doing this, when are we going to use our new ships and weapons? Has the Holy one finally decided? I doubt we can hide them much longer?
Wiping his hands with his handkerchief he turned his question towards the most silent of his companion. The grey haired middle aged man, with a fair complexion.
Stalloros Hotiris made to speak, before his expression froze. His dark eyes flickering red for a second before he stood up, surprising the other companion's.
"The archon of the Tyrosh is dead, Jaqio Eranirah the Holy one has given you command of the new ships and cannons, you are to set out within two weeks and engage them. The holy one demands complete annihilation of their fortress city." Jaqio Eranirah eyes wide before a feral grin appeared on his face, striking his chest he burst into a maniacal laughter.
"Wait! What about lys, volantis or the westeroses?" rahreha the fat companion couldn't help but inquiring, but the respond he received was just as shocking.
"Volantis has agreed to our alliance and is advancing against lys, and the westeroses are in open civil war. The stag has repelled with the vale and the North!"
Harem choice main girl:
daenerys targaryen
Cersei Lannister
malisandre Red witch
Sansa stark
Asha Greyjoy
Or other, if so name them here.