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Feast of the Serpent Lord	By : Bahamut-626 Category: 1 through F > Conan the Barbarian (1982) > Conan the Barbarian (1982) Views: 2259 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Though the Sun had recently set over the Vilayet Sea, there was no let-up in activity around the Mountain of Power. While a few were now resting, they were comprised mainly of the guards who had patrolled the fortress during the daylight hours, and some of the kitchen staff. The new group that maintained vigil under the moonlit sky, their black armour obscuring them from view of any would-be intruder, though that same reduced light demanded greater focus of them in turn.
The kitchens for instance, with so many mouths to feed were as busy as they always were, even as they hurriedly stoked the fires and moved the sweltering stone cauldrons to and from them, leather-clad guards were on the move.
These ones lacked the iron armour of their superiors, the layers of their short-sleeved black leather shirts stitched to form a familiar geometric pattern, face-obscuring brass helmets that allowed only their eyes and mouths to be seen. Once a cauldron was ready, eight were needed to lift then carry it the short distance to the Throne Room where the selected group of Faithful would Feast, Relax, or indulge in their Pleasure.
From one room a dozen such guards emerged, their loads lighter thus two to each salver sufficient. A medallion of two snakes facing each other signifying their greater standing though otherwise alike to the previous group. Where the first had left with a steaming cauldron of soup, this one brought pristine silver platters of carefully prepared slabs of meat, decorated with select leaves, flowers, and choice vegetables. Joining them another dozen carried each a large pitcher, wine of the best vintage. As the first group continued to the Throne Room, the others proceeded down a fork in the tunnel, navigating its natural twists and turns to arrive at their destination.
An oval chamber ringed with decorative pillars bearing the serpent’s head. Hanging and standing candles for light. Drapes bearing the symbols of Set forming a loose curtain around its perimeter plus a half dozen following the wall’s course where polished white marble formed the raised floor, whose steps the guards rose up to reach its centre. The expansive centre table was where the platters were rested, an additional pair of smaller ones set either side, and one more at its Head. A total of five heavy cushioned high-backed chairs completing the arrangement.
This final task complete, they were quick vacate the room for those who would use it this night.
The first of which were already approaching from another tunnel.
Thulsa Doom - after some consideration - had opted for a simpler hooded robe, plain-black with the silver edging along the front plus a band that wrapped around the hood about where his slitted eyes were. The scale-patterned waistband what held it in place. The same black boots as before finishing his dress for the evening.
Which was far more than his companion, the Princess Yasimina was made to do with. The tiara, and no more.
Keeping her close with one hand around her waist, he took a moment to turn his gaze to her, a stiff smile forming on his snout when he tasted her scent. A mix of pride, fear, pleasure, and just the right amount of wine and lotus.
‘A fine specimen and in her Prime, for a human.’ This was the thought that entered Doom’s mind as he watched her pert breasts bounce and sway slightly with each step they took.
With control of Shem and Aquilonia within his grasp, he would also need Zamora, the focal point of this region’s key Trading Routes to truly ensure his grip on Hyboria would hold. That was where Yasimina would prove her worth, their planned marriage - with or without that fool Osric’s blessing - would grant him that with ease. Once the old man was removed from his position of course.
Now entering the chamber, Thulsa Doom brought his Bride-to-be to a halt to the right of his seat at the Head Table, while he inspected the room: Every item of food prepared as he instructed; every plate, goblet, fork, knife, and spoon in its proper place; All the candles lit and with hours of life left in them; Warming Fires delivering heat; And everything cleaned to spotless. Good. Very good.
Moments later, the invited began to join them. The first to arrive, her deep purple sleeveless dress offering a massive amount of cleavage and scaled leg thanks to their leaving the sides bare beneath the waist. A pair of golden anklets and wristlets, fashioned into the snake form, completing her chosen attire.
“Jeesala! You look well.” Thulsa Doom greeted her with a nuzzle across the side of her face.
“As do you.” She replied. “For now.” She added with a small chuckle.
“The same could be said of you.” Doom countered with his own small laugh. “And most likely the others as well.” He spoke this part while gesturing to the centre table, enough for three Great Feasts for twice as many.
“We’ll see…” Jeesala began before the others entry halted her.
Kutamu and Thugra were the next two to arrive. Though their robes were similar to Doom’s, the serpent designs along their edges were the same black as their own robes to Thulsa’s Red. And shed of their guises, Kutama green and Thugra tan-brown, their noses little more than small holes at the ends of their longer snouts.
The last to arrive, just behind the other pair, was Sishi. Dark brown scales unlike the others - though her face resembled that of Kutamu and Thugra - with a faint pattern that could be made if one looked hard enough. An emerald-green two-piece dress with matching heeled shoes complimented, with silver serpent-patterned bracelets and necklace. And behind her, the waiting staff for them this night. Two male, two female. Human. Naked.
Everyone assembled, they took their assigned seats, their servants a step behind and to the right. A few moments for the servants to fill their master’s goblets and return to place, at which point Thulsa Doom took his goblet and rose, raising it as he addressed them.
“To each of us! To the Cult of Set! To our God, Set!” He toasted them, raising his goblet above eye-level.
“To Doom! To Set!” The other four responded raising their own goblets in turn.
Downing their wine in a single mouthful before seating once more, the servants moving to fill the first platefuls.
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