#25 The Cup of Fellowship
Oh Lord, I thank you for welcoming my dear husband into your eternal paradise. Thank you that we are united in your mercy and share forever in your fellowship. Please now have mercy on my dear children too. Take pity in them in your grace, and draw them into the fold of your bosom. I pray for brave Dieter, that you will open his eyes to the truth of the Way of the Rose. May he and his fellow soldiers see the light of your love and join your great congregation! And precious, beautiful Anya - wherever she may be - have mercy on her too! Keep her safe from your enemies and gather her to yourself.
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The thing that was once Mrs Liedl quivered with religious fervour as she scrabbled up from her knees. Her eyes were bloodshot orbs, and between her filthy, rotting teeth she gripped a blood-red rose. All around her there swarmed a hoard of crypt ghouls, pulsating with madness as they screamed their prayers to their False Messiah.
Leading their worship, raised up before them upon his charnel pulpit was the Baby-Eating Bishop of Barfunweltz. Lifting his arms and voice in a deafening, ecstatic shriek, his deranged prayers called forth a coalescence of death magic. The wind of Shyish howled like a myriad banshees as it rushed through the congregation of mordants towards a single point in the graveyard before them. Suddenly, a great ghoulish hand burst forth from the ground, encrusted with blood and soil and corpse filth. It grasped the air as if catching the magical vortex; the wind blew through its fingers, swirling around and lifting up the bones and offal scattered round about. Even as the Bishop's prayer reached the zenith of its fervour, fragments of cadaver reformed into a new shape: a gruesome chalice, a holy grail. Inexorably, its bowl filled with bright fresh blood until it spilled over the lip of the cup.
The throng of mordants fell silent, hesitating in anticipation of their Bishop's permission.
"Behold! The Cup of Fellowship!" he cried, "Drink and be fulfilled! Imbibe the pure nectar of the great Messiah and share his love abroad!"
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| Chalice of Ushoran, endless spell |
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"This doesn't look good Moritz." muttered Dieter Leidl as he peered between the tomb stones. Private Ontz and the rest of their unit were all around him, for the Glymmsmen had come to Barfunweltz in force, yet there still seemed to be more crypt ghouls that Freeguilders. And now there was a weird magic goblet thing too.
Sergeant Zanetzbritz turned and grimaced at them. Then he raised his sword and shouted, "Charge!"
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Oh Lord, I humbly thank you for granting me to sup from your holy Cup of Fellowship. Now I am ready to bring your light to the world.
But who is this I see running towards me? Lord of the Rose be praised - it is my brave Dieter! He has come to join your flock at last! You have answered my prayers! See how fast he makes his way towards our congregation, how zealous he is to join in your worship! Oh happy day! Thank you Lord, thank you!
"Dieter! Come to Mummy!"
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