The Witches, the Peasants, and the Beggars -UF

Civil Unrest and Holy Hands

Years after the last Queen of the now Holy Land was banished by the church, the people gather at the steps of the cathedral as they awaited further instructions as they paused the daily rituals of normality as it allowed Divine hands mettle in the affairs of the simple minded. As fortune would have it the masses no longer acted or thought for themselves as they feared if they strayed from the path of Godliness, they will also succumb to the faith as the Wicked Queen Penelopy. As for the new Archbishop, he made himself home in the castle of pasted royalty, as he and his follower invaded the Chambers once bit-fit only for the Wisest of Kings. As the false king walked the palace walls, he was shadowed by his predecessors, as he also taught them the same gospel he devotedly preaches to the choir of gullible and feeble-minded. As the apprentices did to the best of their ability to remain at the side of the Archbishop, as they so diligently wanted to learn the wisdom which fell from his divine lips.

As the influence of the church grew, so did the wrath of god, and with it the fear of judgment which could saved or damned ones mortal soul, yet it was instilled in the minds of the population as a warning to anyone who wished for Wickedness. As the almighty sat in judgement from the place in the Heavens, as he observed his creation while the passage of time beat and brushed any who worked against it. As for the witnesses who stood watching the progressing of change, they knew only that the Divine at any moment had the authority to damn or save any soul just by the actions made in life or thierafter.

While they could do nothing but anxiously wait as the clergy received and pasted the along Divine Laws, and with it a blanket of terror knowing the unfettered power the Gods have over his earthly creations.

As the veil of mercy filled the domain of unprivileged, they prayed thoughts of forgiveness, wishing to be absolved of any evils brought from past errors or current insurrections. Yet flawed has his creations are they did all which was asked of them and stood by waiting for a oblivion that will, or may never come.

As consequence of blind devotion the masses unknowingly halted all production of meals and meats, and with it a new problem to be analysed by the church or to be claimed as God's Will, which is not to ever be questioned. As they took hold of their new providence, they gave hope to the many as they drove out all the Evil's of the past and thus freeing the land, and it's people from the grips of the Wicked. As the glory of the church grew so did the confidence of the Archbishop, as he knew the next and final step in complete conquest over the land as he molded her and her people into submission.

As the Archbishop invaded the wall of the palace, it never ceased to amaze him how the grande architecture flooded his imagination, as it gave him the same sense of awe as it did on his first visit to his new Stronghold. As he feasted on hues of paints and designs etched flawlessly into the wall, he knew that it's a Royal Privilege to have such things of beauty, and not any of the holy dedications he now follows. As he walked to the end of the corridor, the Archbishop walked with the company of his men as they advised him of thing to come. As the Godly began to spread new seeds of thought, and laws used to maintain the populace as they began to spill from the walls, which was unpleasant only for the pitiful and not for the Divine.

"Gather the nobles to the Church of there ordaining" he barked giving the orders to his novice as the wealthy so willingly gave all their assets to the Monarch of Falsify and repugnance. Finances were the holiest of doctrines to the church, for it held potential to be anything the wielder wished it to be, and as well gave them control over the flow of gold and other life bloods used in the maintenance of church, and if God willed it the Kingdom as well.

"The masses are hungry," he noted softly as the reality of the current conditions condemned the faithful to exist in a realm of filth as the hungry grew by the hour, and they continues to grow in numbers.