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Chapter 877 - Deep in the Bones
🕑 Added 2021-10-11 07:01:53 +0000 UTCDon't be dissuaded by the Book of the Dead shenanigan's going on, Chrysalis keeps on rollin'! In fact, I should make a dedicated post on the news....
The history of organised religion on Pangera is a troubled one, though that could be said of many other institutions that exist on the planet. I do not seek to make excuses mind you, I am simply observing the universal truism that when groups of people of different, or even the same race, gather together, there is inevitable conflict. So few records exist of the time before the Rending, at least that are publicly available, and almost none of them speak of a church or faith, though there are hints here and there, basically nothing can be drawn from them that allows us to make a solid determination. Religion existed pre-cataclysm, that is all we can say.
In the post-cataclysm era, things are much more clear, though they are murky in the first two centuries following the turmoil. It is in this time that the Church of the Path begins its ascent. It isn't known exactly where or when the church itself was founded, though the church itself claims that the Prophet Yillian was the progenitor of the faith after he received a divine solicitation from the System itself in the mountains that came to be named in his honour. There is no direct reason to contradict this claim, there is simply little other supporting evidence.
It is also throughout these centuries that the hidden cults of the Ancients began to expand their influence within almost every society on Pangera. Although this didn't come to light until more than a century beyond this point, from examining the historical record we have been able to identify and track the spread of their influence. Though never large in number, the various cults have always managed to exert undue influence, despite most of them being purged every few centuries by the authorities they tried to infiltrate.
The other pre-dominant faith based organisation is the Tower. Though ostensibly a place of learning and academia, the teachings of the scholars have taken on the weight of religious dogma over the centuries. Though they would vociferously deny the charge, the trappings of the Tower and those of a church are almost indistinguishable. As to the object of their worship? In some respects, they worship themselves, but it would be more accurate to say that the scholars and their devotees worship the potential of the collective civilisations of Pangera, as if the people of this world were each a seed of something divine.
- Excerpt from 'Pangera and Faith' an essay by
There was certain weight in the air when Beyn communed with his flock. A solemn mood that permeated through the space around them as each member of his burgeoning priesthood lowered in their head in silent contemplation of the glory that had been revealed to them. The words of the Great One, the ways of the Colony, it was a coda for life that each of these people had only touched the edge of, yet already found themselves in awe of it.
And so much more was to come. Beyn had been the first to evolve his Class and it had been a torturous decision, trying to weight which aspect did he want to specialise in the most? It was as if the System had removed all his vital organs and then told him he could only have one back. How could he possibly live without the others? How diminished would his life become without the full range of possibilities that had been offered?
Ultimately, he had listened to his heart and made the selection that spoke most deeply to him, the one that he felt would allow him to best serve his people. The Antbishop Class had called to him strongly, the ability to radiate the dedication and peace of the ant had been like a siren song for his very soul, yet he knew he would be better able to work if he took a different path. The Antorator. Though he was a humble man, even Beyn was forced to admit that his capacity for preaching was unusual. He could talk for days on end, his words flowing like wine and sinking deep into the minds of all who heard him. With this Class he would be able to spread the word of the new path far and wide, so long as he had an ant by his side.
"Is this going to take much longer?" a wave of pheromones jolted him from his thoughts.
He turned to see that his new companion had moved away from the wall and approached him directly. A beautiful creature of dark red chitin with wide, multi-faceted and intelligent eyes.
"Not march looonger," he clumsily produced the scent to reply, his Skill too inferior for clear communication.
She flicked her antennae in the gesture he now clearly understood as the ant version of a shrug and moved away again, giving the Antmancers the space they needed to continue their prayers. When the final hour of their eight hour vigil had finally passed, the gathered Antmancers rose to their feet before they bowed low in one unified motion. Only then did they step back and lower their hoods. For a long moment none spoke, each savouring the feeling of revelation and peace that came from such a deep meditation, but then a few murmurs were shared amongst the acolytes, then a few more, and finally some hushed conversation broke out amongst them as they shared their insights.
Beyn felt peace wash through him at the sight and sound of his brethren engaged so deeply with their faith. As one who trod the fresh ground of the new path, he could ask for no better companions on that lonely road than the those currently in this room. A sentiment he should share with them more often.
"Give me your ear for but a moment my brothers and sisters," he invited them, his tone warm and a broad smile on his face.
The sound of his voice was almost magnetic, dragging the listeners attention to him as it rippled throughout the room. So long as his friend Diplomant was nearby, his powers of speech were elevated to an unprecedented level.
"The time has come for us to embark on a new mission. No longer can we be content to be few. No longer can we be content to walk beside the Colony, our benefactors, secure and safe as they bear the risk of protecting us. This path will not be forged by being so timid, so tame."
He spat those last words out as if they were poison on his tongue. All around him his comrades wore similar expressions of disdain and disgust.
"I call on you all to reject security, to walk away from the peace and shade that the Colony provides and be the messenger that they deserve. We must walk before the Colony, beside the Colony and support from behind also. Whatever it is that they need, we will become! I ask you to be selfless in your devotion, as the Colony is selfless! Now is our chance to truly embrace what it means to follow in the Great One's steps, to be held in the mandibles of their light and heed the scent of their words!"
Such was the power of his speech that his listeners appeared almost drunk with it, although they were heavily inclined to agree with him even before he started speaking. His additional Class Skill that allowed him to release pheromones that would sway the mood of his listeners wasn't needed here to instil the devotion that had already taken root.
Before him all of his fellow believers were ignited in their passion and united in their devotion to the message. From here they would march out, not only beside the Colony in times of war, but across all of Pangera, proclaiming the glory of the Colony and inviting others to be a part of it. The coming of the Great One was incredible news and it would horrifically, unthinkablyselfish to hoard it to themselves.
All would learn of it in time!
Comments
Steve Rogers
I hadn’t thought of that but your totally right. It would also be nice to see them dawn armour that resembles the ant’s carapace while in battle rather than their typical robes. Just for the added protection. And thanks for replying. I really do love your story.
RinoZ
Would make sense to put an antmancer on the back of a general really, just to overlap the buffs
Rahsheem Reid
Especially for RinoZ you can tell he puts a lot of thought into it. I am particularly fond of the excerpts we get from the legion, Granin, Historant and the list could on for days but the world building is just fabulous.
Steve Rogers
I wonder if any of them will evolve their class to something like AntRider, though I doubt they would ever attempt it themselves. Likely seeing it as sacrilege. Though the ant probably wouldn’t mind the extra weight due to the fact ants climb over each other all the time. I mean, It would be kind of cool to see a human on the back of an ant, protecting their legs, eyes and antenna while fighting from higher ground. It could be a more combat oriented Antmancer class. Seeing as many of them have fought along side the Colony it would make sense. Plus it would mean the ants can better protect the humans during battle. Just a thought.
Dan K
Would be hilarious if this actually works and the colony finds themselves welcomed into human cities with open arms.
Nikita
All become one with the Colony!
Runaway_Cactuar
Anthony: I feel a great disturbance in the pheromone Force...
Titaniumtac
I bet Beyn is fun to write dialog for
Lemur420
Awesome, thanks!
