Exercises with the 10 words
Dec 13, 2023 1:56:11 GMT -6
Post by account_disabled on Dec 13, 2023 1:56:11 GMT -6
From the post to which I had been tied I saw the figure enter the Sacred Circle, his hands in a mudra that did not bode well. Silence fell among the savages and the eyes, no longer focused on me, now turned on the shaman. I had been discovered near the village. Captured, beaten, disarmed, stripped and brought before the chief. I did not know their language, nor did I know of the existence of such a backward village near the lake where I went to fish for zander and trout on sunny days. They had covered me with a stinking ball and now I was in the Circle, right in the middle, where the entire village was present at a sort of doxology to an unknown god.
They were all singing and their heads and torsos swayed to the rhythm of that horrible music. Calcimine had been sprinkled on the bodies and now they looked like ghosts born from the hell of Antiquity. I looked at the structure and Phone Number Data construction of the village to get an idea of where I had ended up. The ground had been paved with stones on which some craftsman had made a bevel . The houses were not huts but stone buildings of an architecture unknown to me. On each door was engraved the silhouette of a bird, perhaps a shearwater . I remember there were some in that area. Some buildings were joined by arches and vaults whose intrados showed bas-reliefs depicting monstrous creatures and written with unknown symbols. The shaman imposed silence.
On his tan hair , dyed with some mixture, were small white objects, which when he got closer I recognized as human teeth. Around his neck instead he wore a necklace of blackened phalanges. I wondered what they were waiting for, for it was clear that I would be sacrificed to their god. However, that was not their intention and I soon had confirmation of this. The sorcerer began to chant in his guttural tongue and I felt small tremors in the ground, until everything trembled and the stone slabs lifted. From the heart of the earth strange thread-like plants rose up, like handcuffs that clawed at my legs, conquering every inch of my body. I screamed, but no one came to my aid. As the plants covered my body my vision went dark and I fainted.
They were all singing and their heads and torsos swayed to the rhythm of that horrible music. Calcimine had been sprinkled on the bodies and now they looked like ghosts born from the hell of Antiquity. I looked at the structure and Phone Number Data construction of the village to get an idea of where I had ended up. The ground had been paved with stones on which some craftsman had made a bevel . The houses were not huts but stone buildings of an architecture unknown to me. On each door was engraved the silhouette of a bird, perhaps a shearwater . I remember there were some in that area. Some buildings were joined by arches and vaults whose intrados showed bas-reliefs depicting monstrous creatures and written with unknown symbols. The shaman imposed silence.
On his tan hair , dyed with some mixture, were small white objects, which when he got closer I recognized as human teeth. Around his neck instead he wore a necklace of blackened phalanges. I wondered what they were waiting for, for it was clear that I would be sacrificed to their god. However, that was not their intention and I soon had confirmation of this. The sorcerer began to chant in his guttural tongue and I felt small tremors in the ground, until everything trembled and the stone slabs lifted. From the heart of the earth strange thread-like plants rose up, like handcuffs that clawed at my legs, conquering every inch of my body. I screamed, but no one came to my aid. As the plants covered my body my vision went dark and I fainted.