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The goal of the Gardens of Morr was mainly the defence of corpses. When one’s corpse was taken in by the dirt it was much harder to raise it from the dead. In such it was a successful victory by the cult to prevent foul Necromancy to raise the spirit from the domain of Morr.
When it came to the burning of corpses or leaving them outside, neither options were good. The burning of a corpse was to venerate the Lord Khain, brother and killer of Morr. If left out in the open then the body would become host to pathogens belonging to Nurgle. These two things considered the burial of bodies to be the most precious thing.
As for why one would use a mausoleums, whose sole role is the preservation of a body, is because there were other interests at play than simply keeping the dead from rising again.
One such mausoleum that Lucian was working next to was none other than the one belonging to Louis the Righteous. A Grail Knight was an eternal Servant of the Lady and for that their body was a temple to her divine elegance. As their living forms were but the Lady’s will made manifest, their Morr Blessed bodies had become her eternal temples.
Lucian felt it before he saw it. The air shifted just the smallest bit. He remembered someone describing at one point the taste of sugar placed directly upon the tongue. How its sweetness was so overwhelming that it could cause one’s jaw to twitch in delight. Now he knew that sensation.
She walked out of the mausoleum of Louis without much care. Unearthly beauty radiating from her face as she inhumanly graced the ground with every touch. It was not the feeling of wrongness there that was the issue but just how otherworldly the woman seemed to be.
He knew in an instant that this was a Damsel of the Lady. Too awestruck by her beauty he could not even force himself to bow to her as a peasant like he should. If he were to die for such transgression Lucian might not have mind except for the inconvenience that it would have his family.
Suddenly a thought crowded his mind. An alien thought that should not have been his own. Gazing upon her unearthly dark hair and deep set of crystalline eyes however pushed his thoughts to greater heights.
>Speak to her
>Hold that tongue
