Kintla Flatlands The stars laughing at our mortal foils

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The stars were sought after to reveal the future. She had seen the practice in nearly every religion she had encountered in her days, even in the Dark Brotherhood.

Their rivals, the worshippers of the Nine Divines, the Aedra, saw the stars as holes where many gods escaped as the world was created and they began losing their divinity, the sun being that of Magnus. But the Dark Brotherhood had a more practical explanation. The stars were the souls, or eyes, of targets who had escaped a Dark Brother or Sister during a mission. They stay up their, in their heavens, and eternally mock the assassins from their paradise. The moon was said to be the soul of the first Wolf-King in the Old Lands where the Aedric and Daedric worshippers originated, who lived through a Dark Brotherhood attack and was set in the sky to gloat over his victory. But Sithis sent his shroud monthly to cover the boasting King, allowing his followers to work without the gloating light.

Regardless of the mythos, the Dark Priests still divined meanings from the stars, as Mephala always slipped them in somewhere in the world around them. It was their job to find and analyze it. Meldresi sat on a hill, high in the Flatlands, and gazed at the stars. She needed explanations, meanings from the bright lights above. More than that, she wanted to renew her knowledge of the practice to pass onto her daughter, Potema, since she knew the white princess would be the next priestess of the Dark Brotherhood. So the black woman kept her head tilted upwards, her indigo eyes fixated on the cold, unfeeling, mocking stars above.