By William R. Toler
[Note: The following is a metaphorical retelling of my trip to Raleigh to cover the General Assembly.]
Each year, the priests gather in the Great Temple several days per week for months on end to engage in battles regarding the wording of spells to subjugate the people of the land.
They call these spells “laws.”
The priests are divided into two Chamber Halls and two sects.
I awoke earlier than usual Wednesday morning to make the journey.
To begin my day, I participated in a ritual cleansing.
Since the priests have decreed that I have to be robed in garb similar to theirs, I sifted through my wardrobe to find the “appropriate” garments.
To protect myself from their evil, I attached the sigil of the sage Mises to my coat.
After loading my wagon with my equipment, I set off on the road to the Capitol.
During my journey, I listened to a recording of songs by the traveling minstrel Jordan Page, all the while being on the lookout for the highway men who take their orders from the Capitol.
Upon my arrival, I was directed to the room set aside for the scribes, which had come from across the land, though some were stationed in the Capitol.
I then made my way to the second floor of the Great Temple which held the two Chamber Halls.
I decided to enter the smaller of the halls, since the priests who convene in it have the greatest influence, and because a local priest was recently initiated into that hall.
The priests opened their session at midday with a prayer from a clergyman and took several ceremonial measures but made no mention of any of their spells.
They also acknowledged the presence of the Lord of the Capitol who was seated in the upper gallery with the common people.
While attempting to capture an image of the local priest, I was stopped by a sentry and told to return to my prescribed area.
The priests adjourned after a short time and I was allowed to capture any images I wished.
I spent the rest of the day navigating the labyrinth hallways of the Great Temple and speaking with all the local priests for my scroll.
Long after night had fallen and everyone else had left, I made my journey back home, getting sidetracked a few times before making it out of the Capitol.
I arrived home safely without being accosted by any highway men.
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