Leiel, the last priestess of Taver

Taver, the lost God of Time. The Fallen Maker. The Forsaken Father. Not even the daftest of fools would dare utter his name. To even think of him is to condemn one's self to the farthest recesses of the worst hell imagined. Blasphemy of the highest order. Following the Grand Inquisition of the People's Church, those that followed Taver and his Consecrata, the Heavenly Legion and blessed avatars of The Maker, found themselves at the end of a pyre stick. Their families purged, their belongings seized, their friends imprisoned. They found all trace of their lives erased. Sectioned worship to only Myrdeth, the all-powerful goddess of nature, the lady of rebirth, the beacon of the new dawn. The Father and his avatars purified in the fires ignited in the name of bringing new light to the world. But that illumination was only granted to the few, those deemed worthy: the clergy of the People's Church selected those to be the sole beneficiaries of this resurrection and rebirth. But humanity has fallen upon hard times and in their darkest hour, the desperate seek answers. Even if they’re of forbidden knowledge. And they find their desires sated by the taboo old words, the thought-contraband long squelched by the wrathful will of the new church. The ancient words say, that in man’s darkest of hours, an Oracle will emerge from the Land of the Dead, forged from the fire of the World Spark and bearing the weight of the land upon her shoulders. That before her presence, all worshipers of false temples fall. She will call forth the earthly visages of the Consecrata. And she will march forward to guide and light the way for the final descent of the Fallen Star. Rumor sweeps among those who hold lightless vigils, the ones who sing the outlawed hymns to the growing red dot in the night sky, of a woman veiled in white that walks among them, her eyes incandescent and emerald in the twilight. A woman who commands blades of stone formed from nothingness. A woman who guides them in song long forgotten. O Lord Taver, have you sent your Legion to deliver us aid? Or judgment? Art by @greatshep

thumb_up20thumb_downchat_bubble2

More from Matt Dawson

Writing community, tell me about the originating idea that became your current WIP. What was the inspiration behind it? Where did it all start, even if the project no longer resembles this initial inspiration? (Art by Raphael Lacoste.)

repeat
3.67k views
[Click picture to read the chapter] A group of holdouts retreated to a bunker outside the city limits of New Canterbury to escape the machine apocalypse. The former commanders of The Wolverines, one of the most decorated squads of The Coalition's Upright Tank divisions, are now tormented ceaselessly by the skyscraper-sized mechs they once commanded. Until one day, the guns fell silent. Their mechanical tyrants came to a halt. But before the group can find answers, a new threat emerges that is far greater than any machine could pose. Can they recover and reclaim their Lost Empire? This is a free Minds blog post. If you'd like to support this work, leave a like and comment what you thought of it.
3.67k views · Feb 20th
[Click picture to read the chapter] A group of holdouts retreated to a bunker outside the city limits of New Canterbury to escape the machine apocalypse. The former commanders of The Wolverines, one of the most decorated squads of The Coalition's Upright Tank divisions, are now tormented ceaselessly by the skyscraper-sized mechs they once commanded. Until one day, the guns fell silent. Their mechanical tyrants came to a halt. But before the group can find answers, a new threat emerges that is far greater than any machine could pose. Can they recover and reclaim their Lost Empire? This is a free Minds blog post. If you'd like to support this work, leave a like and comment what you thought of it.
3.67k views · Feb 20th

More from Matt Dawson

Writing community, tell me about the originating idea that became your current WIP. What was the inspiration behind it? Where did it all start, even if the project no longer resembles this initial inspiration? (Art by Raphael Lacoste.)

repeat
3.67k views
[Click picture to read the chapter] A group of holdouts retreated to a bunker outside the city limits of New Canterbury to escape the machine apocalypse. The former commanders of The Wolverines, one of the most decorated squads of The Coalition's Upright Tank divisions, are now tormented ceaselessly by the skyscraper-sized mechs they once commanded. Until one day, the guns fell silent. Their mechanical tyrants came to a halt. But before the group can find answers, a new threat emerges that is far greater than any machine could pose. Can they recover and reclaim their Lost Empire? This is a free Minds blog post. If you'd like to support this work, leave a like and comment what you thought of it.
3.67k views · Feb 20th
[Click picture to read the chapter] A group of holdouts retreated to a bunker outside the city limits of New Canterbury to escape the machine apocalypse. The former commanders of The Wolverines, one of the most decorated squads of The Coalition's Upright Tank divisions, are now tormented ceaselessly by the skyscraper-sized mechs they once commanded. Until one day, the guns fell silent. Their mechanical tyrants came to a halt. But before the group can find answers, a new threat emerges that is far greater than any machine could pose. Can they recover and reclaim their Lost Empire? This is a free Minds blog post. If you'd like to support this work, leave a like and comment what you thought of it.
3.67k views · Feb 20th