Bg3 Priestess Gut Novels & Stories

The priestess shivered at these words – how could she make Alpha Hendrix aware of what he had done? Suddenly, a figure appeared before her in a brilliant light – the goddess of the moon herself! She spoke with an ethereal voice: "I will give you three gifts that will aid you on your quest. First, I grant you strength and courage to face any foe or challenge; second, wisdom so that you may understand all things; thirdly, knowledge so that you may see the truth in all things." The priestess was filled with awe and gratitude, but also a sense of dread. She had been given an impossible task – how could she possibly make Alpha Hendrix aware of his mistake?

somebody hissed, coming from the shadows , almost smug. The dark water in front of me started bubbling. Slowly, a thing rose out of the muck , horrible and patient. An ancient woman. Her skin was gray and cracked, like dried mud left out too long. She had a ragged cloak, woven from bones of animals and the scalps of people. Her eyes? Solid purple, glowing like they didn’t care about anything. The High Priestess.

But the scent of greed surrounds her. The breast plate that is traditionally black with gold accents, is gold plated. Her skirt ends mid-calf and has a triangle shaped panel of gold chain mail on the front and back. Ermine fur lines the black cloak and that seems so… Saxon. Magnus scoffs next to me and I know that he can sense that something is off. The new high priestess guides us further into the temple. If she were a true high priestess, she would be able to tell what we are. She tells us about the temple and points out the large windows on the floors above.

Something was wrong and I could already feel it. Talon and I exchanged a look. Jessica suddenly whimpered, almost as if she understood something serious was about to happen. “Bring her in,” Talon ordered. The butler bowed and hurried out. A moment later, the room dimmed just slightly as the pack priestess stepped in. Her long white robes whispered against the floor, her silver hair braided down her back. Her eyes… they always unsettled me. Fierce , sharp and deep. Like she could see through everything and it freaked me out.

“I want the terrible without the lace.” The High Priestess stepped into the open. She was not young, and so her beauty had learned patience. Ash-gray hair braided thick at the nape. Cheeks hollowed by years of fasting and rules. Eyes the blue of cracked ice; they looked at Sienna as a teacher looks at a pupil she loves and intends to test. The black silk of her robe drank moonlight greedily; the bone-white cords at her waist glowed faint. She wore no rings. Her hands were clean and bare.

One white priestess was crouched down on her knees and for a moment I had to take a moment to focus but then I was brought into the light and saw it was Caroline. Sophia and Clara were on either side of her going to her aide. Then Laura made her way over and Laura gasped. “Caroline you have the High Priestess marking.”

It felt out of place. “I don't trust that woman,” I said in a whisper. “Aris is going to determine if their intentions are evil,” Biel said, and I snorted. “She's already figured out she's a mind reader,” I said angrily. “Who is she, and what does she do?” “She's a high-level priestess,” Biel said. “She is a relentless siren and is within the council that predates the high council. She has connections and is one of the Temple's best employers of water magic.”

What war had waged so badly that it ripped a hole between our worlds? None of them could answer me. Or refused to. None of this mattered, though. My longing was my own and there was nothing I could do about it. Gerovit was gone and I just had to face the music of it. "My lady," A priestess said from the edge of my bath house. Her long flowing silver robe hugged her frame beautifully. Hair was pinned up into a braided crown. "You have a letter from Sekhmet." She declared. Sighing, I walked closer to the edge of the water. Folded my arms beneath my head as I leaned on the marble floor. "What does it say?"

I was interrupted by a soft but sweet voice as a beautiful young woman walked out of the kitchen. "Mama, did you want me to set out these special gold-lined plates for the Prince and Princess? I know you said they insist on not receiving special treatment, but Calliope said they were so kind to her yesterday, so I want to show them how much we appreciate their-" She broke off as she caught wind of my scent and she turned to look at me. Magda was giggling under her breath, thinking that this girl had just realized she was talking about me while I was standing right there. Magda was about to get another thing coming though...

"We need to get used to the new leadership because my grandson, Kai, is as stubborn as they come. Priestess, please share what you mentioned to me earlier.” The priestess, an elderly woman who looked like a pack of bones, slowly stood up, and her eyes were fixed on me. I watched with concern, hoping she wouldn't fall, but I knew that these Lycans possessed extraordinary strength. I would not be surprised to hear that she was over two hundred years old. "The Wild Fangs pack is the only one blessed with the potions to nullify curses and empower our kind," she declared. Her firm tone contrasted with her frail body, and I was impressed. "We must seek their guidance for your proper cleansing, you