Post by Nathan on Jun 1, 2009 15:46:08 GMT -6
Having remained in the chilled basement of the Temple in Smjorkyr, the form of the butter bull had not yet come to be possessed by the Butter Spirit. Nathan theorized that because Smjorkyr was not holy lands like Athlon or Yellow Island, perhaps the Spirit would not come to possess its form in a land so far from its traditional home. Nathan had kept it here in Smjorkyr for two reasons: if the Spirit did assume the form, it would make it easy to convert more locals here. Also, if his theory was correct, it would deter the Spirit from assuming the form and would stave off the end of the Bovic church as he knew it.
But a deep sharp feeling in his gut knew he had to return the butter bull statue to Athlon. Whatever that had been set in motion when he first was visited by the Spirit had to come to fruition. He had to set aside his pride in having the glory of the position of prophet and pentheros of the church. But this new form would be menacing and he had fearful thoughts all while sculpting it. Surely when animated it would be less enjoyable than the Butter Cow mentioned in established Doctrine.
However, the Spirit dwelled within him, always, and he could not presume to know the divine wisdom of the Butter Spirit. He was settling affairs in Glenfiddich now, to take up permanent residence in Eliria. He would ship the butter bull down to Athlon immediately.
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The next day Nathan had begun settling in the ducal palace in Eliria when he got a call from one of the priests in Doza assigned to transport the butter bull to the Basilica. "Your Holiness, we are confused... there was no holy image on the plane. It was a refrigerated cabin and the flight number and plane identification all match, holy pentheros, but there is no butter sculpture. Nor is there residue so there was no catatrosphic melting." "... He is gone? I personally saw them load the butter bull on that plane and watch it take off. I believe there is no other explanation than that the Spirit assumed that form inflight and escaped from the plane before landing. When in physical form I believe the Butter Cow was able to melt at will. Perhaps... the... Butter Bull melted himself and escaped through the landing gear or something. If indeed the Butter Bull has come to Micras... you will no longer be calling me Holiness. For now we are all equal followers and students of a new and frightful god. Where he will appear I am scared to think. While sculpting him I was filled with malevolence. Surely he is that incarnate. I am dissolving the church for it can no longer teach because it does not know what this new Butter Bull is. May... luck... be with you friend. Good bye."
But a deep sharp feeling in his gut knew he had to return the butter bull statue to Athlon. Whatever that had been set in motion when he first was visited by the Spirit had to come to fruition. He had to set aside his pride in having the glory of the position of prophet and pentheros of the church. But this new form would be menacing and he had fearful thoughts all while sculpting it. Surely when animated it would be less enjoyable than the Butter Cow mentioned in established Doctrine.
However, the Spirit dwelled within him, always, and he could not presume to know the divine wisdom of the Butter Spirit. He was settling affairs in Glenfiddich now, to take up permanent residence in Eliria. He would ship the butter bull down to Athlon immediately.
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The next day Nathan had begun settling in the ducal palace in Eliria when he got a call from one of the priests in Doza assigned to transport the butter bull to the Basilica. "Your Holiness, we are confused... there was no holy image on the plane. It was a refrigerated cabin and the flight number and plane identification all match, holy pentheros, but there is no butter sculpture. Nor is there residue so there was no catatrosphic melting." "... He is gone? I personally saw them load the butter bull on that plane and watch it take off. I believe there is no other explanation than that the Spirit assumed that form inflight and escaped from the plane before landing. When in physical form I believe the Butter Cow was able to melt at will. Perhaps... the... Butter Bull melted himself and escaped through the landing gear or something. If indeed the Butter Bull has come to Micras... you will no longer be calling me Holiness. For now we are all equal followers and students of a new and frightful god. Where he will appear I am scared to think. While sculpting him I was filled with malevolence. Surely he is that incarnate. I am dissolving the church for it can no longer teach because it does not know what this new Butter Bull is. May... luck... be with you friend. Good bye."