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A tale of a priest in Aschlon
« on: March 28, 2020, 10:42:42 PM »
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Rev. Archie Lantre was dragged from his home early in the morning. He was screaming and shouting as he was thrown in the back of a van. He sat there in the darkness and felt the rock of the car as it drove out the small town of Denyrt. He shakely got up and slammed his fist against the sliding hatch that seperated the back of the van he was in and the driver’s compartment. When he got no answer he slammed his fist down, again and again, until finally the hatch slid back. A face, covered in a visor, looked at him through the hatch.
“Stop that banging you damn priest!” the visor yelled.
“I-” he began.
The hatch slammed shut. He stared at it in amazement. He began to knock his hand against it again, demanding to be known where he was being taken, but this time he had no response. He knew not what was happening, or where he was being taken. He sat there in the darkness of the van, tapping his fingers rhythmically against the floor. He remained like that for about half an hour, or at least he thought it was half an hour, when suddenly the vehicle ground to a halt. He got up shakedly as the doors were flung upon and several automatic rifles pointed at him as more figure in black body armour and visors ordered him out the car. He raised his hands and stepped onto the tarmac outside the van and began stumblinging slowly, with the nuzzle of a gun pressed against the small of his back, towards what appeared to be a train platform. He stood there, his moves scrutinized by his kidnappers and watched as more vans drove up, each containing a passenger and several ‘guards’. Lantre had no idea what was going on. He looked into the darks skies, and got on his knees to pray.