Topic: The Corruption Hidden Beneath the Surface...
Subject: to the temple
You think that you have some control over your lives. You think that your actions are your own, that your path is the one that you choose to take. But the Mistress of Sands already knows your choices before you make them, knows the outcome of your ventures before you begin to undertake them. How, then, can you claim to be naught but puppets of the whims of Fate?
-Alcarus Faldhall, Musings on the Nature of Reality
Once the party is fully equipped and prepared, the dark-haired priest takes the lead, striding confidently down the hall. "There will be no sentries on the route we take," he explains. "First, there is no threat here below the surface. Second... virtually all of the faith are in the temple, where we are going, anyway."
From time to time, you pass the odd ghoul or zombie, but they do nothing to block your path. A cross corridor is taken, some stairs going up... soon, you are in a far better lit area.
The priest holds up a hand for caution, then calls a halt. You can hear the sound of voices chanting from beyond the doorway at the end of this hall. "We are nearly there; this doorway opens into the temple itself. Do any of you have any final preperations to make? If so, this is your final opportunity."
OOC: the priest stops to give you a chance for readying any weapons, casting any spells, etc
When everyone is ready, the priest smiles. "I would wish the Devourer's blessings on your efforts... but I doubt that you would accept them, anyway. Perhaps Shinara will be on your side this day, instead." With that, he steps into the temple.
This is a large, open room with a raised dais on the far end, away from you. The sconces dot the wall at regular intervals, casting the weird greenish light in stronger intensity than anywhere else you have been so far in this place. A dark stone altar stands near the front edge of the dais, rougly centered on the platform. There are quite a few dark robed individuals on the lower floor, chanting in unison, with their attention turned to the dais. In addition, several undead are present further behind the worshippers.
On the dais itself is a large crystalline sculture with a silver inlaid skull on its face; the skull has stones set into its eyes that radiate with a strong, deep purple light.
Two bodies lie to either side of the sculpture... on male, one female; both appear to have their throats cut, and both lie in pools of blood.
One ghoul and three dark robed figures stand at various places on the dais, all with their attention to the center.
An oddly curved piece of wooden furniture stands here. On it, dressed in a white gown, lies a young woman with her feet higher than her head. It takes several moments to recognize that the young woman - minus her normal gear, with her hair brushed out and her face flushed nearly crimson - is, in fact, Kithran.
Coming up from a kneeling position by Kithran's legs is a radiant blonde woman dressed in dark robes. She turns toward you, casually wiping her face with the back of her sleeve... when she does, there can be no doubt as to her identity. Not with the way that everyone seems to subconsciuosly defer to this woman who effortlessly radiates power and authority. This is the Mistress, D'hurgen's High Priestess; she can be no one else.
This is Davena.
Posted on 2019-11-27 at 14:55:28.
Edited on 2019-11-27 at 15:01:47 by t_catt11