Post by mal on Jan 23, 2011 17:31:27 GMT -5
The ground was littered with the bodies of one side. A pyramid ship in the distance lay smoldering in the fires that had once had wreaked havoc to it’s insides. A battle had taken place, and from the looks of the destruction that remained, a very bloody one. Someone, with a terrible vengeance, must have attacked these people without any mercy.
An eerie silence consumed the area, the air as still as the bodies peppering the ground. Lines that had once held ranks we scattered and broken. Craters dimpled the sand, scorching it in black and looking to have thrown bodies in various directions. It was easy to see that this was not only a ground assault, but an aerial one as well.
A harsh mid day’s sun beat down on the sand from above. The corpses, stripped of armor and weapons, lay rotting. The foul stench of their decaying flesh rose in the air, leaving a pungent smell that could be sensed for miles about. It was obvious that they attackers knew these people, the Army of Ra. The remaining intact corpses had been shot specifically in the abdominal area.
The bodies lay a path back to the pyramid they had originated from. All hangers to the colossal ship were open. Though black in color, the bright sun easily showed the singed marks that scored the hull of the ship. Much like the bodies that lay scattered before it, the ship itself had been stripped. The rest of it’s unsalvageable part were set ablaze. Anyone around would have been able to see the smoke for miles.
It had taken the villagers some time to get up enough bravery to venture to the site. Their god had been destroyed and they were thankful for that. They had no idea who enacted such a feat, having feared going anywhere near the fight that as it had happened. They were a peaceful people and did not seek to bring the battle to their front gates.
Three full sunsets later, they began to remove the bodies of Ra’s Jaffa. These people were not there in respect for the dead. They were there to remove the corpses and burn them before disease could be spread any further. The other people that had been a part of this battle had taken their dead, an act these people were thankful for. It did displease them, though, to see that the remaining dead had been stripped of what could have helped the villagers.
A pit in the sand had been dug, bodies began to move from their spots into the large crevasse. The villagers were moving quickly, throwing the bodies into the pit in no rhyme or reason. They had only to get all they could into this pit and set it ablaze. The sooner this happened, the quicker they could move on with their own lives. This new sense of freedom was giving them peace. With each body thrown into the pit, the more at ease they were feeling.
It took a half day, but the bodies were finally all piled into the pit. As the sun set off in the distance, the villagers began to douse the bodies with the flame accelerant. Though it was unneeded, those that lingered around the pit bowed their heads in a moment of silence. Even if these Jaffa caused them pain, they would still say a silent prayer and wish them well in the afterlife they had forged for themselves during their lives.
One villager raised a torch and then threw it upon the pile. Other’s followed and tossed their own onto the bodies. The corpses slowly began to light up as the fire took hold of their body. Seeing as the flames were now eating away at the rotting flesh, the villagers turned and began the few miles trek back to their village. In the morning, when the fire had died, they would return. Then they would bury the ashes and in turn bury their troubled past. The villagers knew that from here on out they would have a path that was filled with nothing but light. No shadow of Ra’s would loom over them again.
An eerie silence consumed the area, the air as still as the bodies peppering the ground. Lines that had once held ranks we scattered and broken. Craters dimpled the sand, scorching it in black and looking to have thrown bodies in various directions. It was easy to see that this was not only a ground assault, but an aerial one as well.
A harsh mid day’s sun beat down on the sand from above. The corpses, stripped of armor and weapons, lay rotting. The foul stench of their decaying flesh rose in the air, leaving a pungent smell that could be sensed for miles about. It was obvious that they attackers knew these people, the Army of Ra. The remaining intact corpses had been shot specifically in the abdominal area.
The bodies lay a path back to the pyramid they had originated from. All hangers to the colossal ship were open. Though black in color, the bright sun easily showed the singed marks that scored the hull of the ship. Much like the bodies that lay scattered before it, the ship itself had been stripped. The rest of it’s unsalvageable part were set ablaze. Anyone around would have been able to see the smoke for miles.
It had taken the villagers some time to get up enough bravery to venture to the site. Their god had been destroyed and they were thankful for that. They had no idea who enacted such a feat, having feared going anywhere near the fight that as it had happened. They were a peaceful people and did not seek to bring the battle to their front gates.
Three full sunsets later, they began to remove the bodies of Ra’s Jaffa. These people were not there in respect for the dead. They were there to remove the corpses and burn them before disease could be spread any further. The other people that had been a part of this battle had taken their dead, an act these people were thankful for. It did displease them, though, to see that the remaining dead had been stripped of what could have helped the villagers.
A pit in the sand had been dug, bodies began to move from their spots into the large crevasse. The villagers were moving quickly, throwing the bodies into the pit in no rhyme or reason. They had only to get all they could into this pit and set it ablaze. The sooner this happened, the quicker they could move on with their own lives. This new sense of freedom was giving them peace. With each body thrown into the pit, the more at ease they were feeling.
It took a half day, but the bodies were finally all piled into the pit. As the sun set off in the distance, the villagers began to douse the bodies with the flame accelerant. Though it was unneeded, those that lingered around the pit bowed their heads in a moment of silence. Even if these Jaffa caused them pain, they would still say a silent prayer and wish them well in the afterlife they had forged for themselves during their lives.
One villager raised a torch and then threw it upon the pile. Other’s followed and tossed their own onto the bodies. The corpses slowly began to light up as the fire took hold of their body. Seeing as the flames were now eating away at the rotting flesh, the villagers turned and began the few miles trek back to their village. In the morning, when the fire had died, they would return. Then they would bury the ashes and in turn bury their troubled past. The villagers knew that from here on out they would have a path that was filled with nothing but light. No shadow of Ra’s would loom over them again.