Role

Chapter 1

A prophecy is born
Added Sun Mar 6 01:00:32 2011 at level 9:

Candles flickered in the large and cold stone chamber, sending shadows
dancing around the room. The room was void of any decorations, stone walls
and floor, with only a large arched doorway in one wall with an iron door.
Centered in the room was a golden slab, and an top of it lay a beautiful
woman. The chamber echoed with the sounds of her crying voice as she cried
loudly. Her hands and feet were bound to the slab, and she was pregnant. Late
in her pregnancy from her look, she squirmed with her bonds as she sobbed and
sobbed. The iron door opened, and twenty or so robed figures with their hoods
draped low over their faces marched into the room, single file. They all wore
the exact same robes and kept their heads low, making it impossible to
discern any of their faces. Chanting in a strange tongue, they filed in,
circling around the slab with the woman on it. Once they made a circle, they
began to chant louder as two of the robed figures stepped forth. All of a
sudden the woman was screaming louder, in obvious agony. One of the two
figures grabbed her by the legs and plugged her womb, preventing the baby
from being born out the womb passage. She twisted and screamed in agony as
the chanting got louder, the man still blocking her womb. Her eyes rolled
back in her head, and her breath slowed. As suddenly as the pain had began,
her stomach began to move, and then burst open, showering the mens robes in
guts and blood. Left in the place of her belly was a tiny baby Minotaur,
black horns and fur a mix with his human skin. The robed figure held the baby
before the others, high up for all to see. His words cut through the silence
like iron on elvish skin when he spoke. "And beast and man will lay, and the
child will be of both. And he will grow of both, and hear the call of the
Prince. And the Behemoth will come forth from the hells, and the sun will
flee the sky as the hells spit fire."