The Book of Going Forth to the Wastelands - Part 3
The Path takes us to a village of those who are unclean and to be detested. They are a pitiful lot, having suffered the worst of the Wastelands and the uncounted poisons of the Detested Ones; the pains and vileness having desecrated their forms in unsightly ways. In mockery of the sacred, chimerical forms of some of the Great Ones, they bear portions of a number of different Beasts. In their degeneracy, they scrape a life from the meagre earth of the Hills and venerate a once-moving, gigantic statue of bygone ages as a god. Even the pious act of venerating turns into ash and muck in their twisted hands as they crawl inside the broken statue to tear at its insides, interfering with a dormant power they scarcely understand. After our arrival, the unclean ones celebrated a local hero; one who had wormed his way into the stomach of the shining statue to steal some bauble or another while avoiding the protective wards and their wrath. The spirit of this statue of a Great One, called the Sky Lord, was awoken by this clamouring and looking about, saw the detestable ones cavorting and brandishing the Sky Lord’s treasures as their own. The Sky Lord’s effigy woke in wrath and thunder and it spoke a terrible judgment upon the wretches; white fire poured from its mouth onto the village and annihilated the unclean as well as some of our companions. Afterwards, the Sky Lord did bestow upon those of us who had demonstrated proper deference and spirit gifts from the ancient days. Let this be a lesson; the Sky Lord’s wrath is great and indiscriminate, but the Sky Lord is also generous to the deserving. Let the Sky Lord’s effigies stand in majesty and radiance, and give them the proper respect by maintaining a pious distance. The Path continues towards a ruined fortress wherein lair brigands and worse; I fear not, for I bear in my hand the white fire of the Sky Lord’s gift and Great Sutekh has blazed the trail before me.