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*You look about you cautiously... not quite sure as to why you were drawn here. The strong power that you sensed and followed now pulses strongly before you as your eyes wander up the ancient stone steps to the temple set in the snowy mountainside. You take a deep breath as your mind races ahead of you to what awaits you in the temple.

You start up the long set of steps, the snow crunching softly beneath your feet as you keep an eye out for anything unusual. The icy northern wind swirls and dances over your face, nipping coldly at your flesh. A shiver runs down your spine as you near the top of the steps, causing your hair to stand on end. Your hand trails cautiously over your weapon but not wanting to appear jumpy you force yourself to continue on and not draw it. You reach the top of the steps and stand there a moment to catch your breath. Turning around your eyes scan over the scene behind you. Your eyes glint in the setting sun as it dips below the horizon, sinking behind the mountain peeks and painting the sky a multitude of rich colours.

Turning back to the temple you observe the building that now looms bbefore you. The large marble pillars supporting the roof above the entrance catch your eye. The carved stone resembling angels with torn and bleeding wings atop demonic beasts with swords drawn and pointed towards the sky. Your eyes wander over the carvings a moment longer taking in the details with awe. Shaking your head you remember your quest. To find out why you were drawn to this place so far from everything else.

You venture inside to a dimly lit chamber and you stand there a moment blinking as your eyes adjust to the change in the light levels. As your sight becomes accustomed to the darkness you begin to look about you. Your eyes scan over the large chamber, the torch light dancing in your eyes and flickering across your face as it slices through the shadows. You enter a little further into the chamber, your footsteps echoing in the emptiness as you walk across the ancient stone floor. Your eyes look over the room with curiosity. They travel from the stone pews near the front to the gothic alter covered with a black lace cloth. Several black and red candles of different sizes burning brightly around it. Behind the alter is a large statue of an angel on her knees, one hand reaching desperately for her sword with her tattered wings raised painfully behind her, Her long hair spilling about her pained face. Above her a second angel is carved, bringing his sword down through her back between her wings and piercing through her chest, a sadistic smile etched onto his stone face. On the alter lays an ancient sword and dagger draped in the reddest of velvets, blood red. Beside them is an ancient text, a weathered leather bound book with gold leaf pages. The cover tooled by a highly skilled craftsman and set with rubies, it edges trimmed with nickel and gold.

The text is of a language unfamiliar to you as you run your fingers lightly over the cover a feeling of a great length and passing of time surges through you. Jerking your hand back you turn around and look up. The cathedral ceiling seems to go forever and disappears into the darkness. You notice several more pillars like the ones at the entrance and you notice several stone archways, leading down dark corridors. Your eyes travel over the red and black drapes and wall hangings to the wall itself as you notice with a closer look that it too is carved. As you wander closer you see that etched into the stone walls is a detailed mural. Your eyes look over the images eagerly taking it in. As you read through the images with depict angels being cast from heaven to the earth in disgrace and shunned from their God's love.

They travel through time and form ties with their fallen brethren and other fallen beings such as themselves. It shows creatures such as Demons, Vampires, Sirens and of Course Fallen Angels... Uniting and coming together. As they form a new alliance, they train as they numbers grow into an unholy army and they train for war against the one who betrayed them. At your feet you sense something and look down. You notice a series of ancient runes, marked in blood and soaked into the stone. From what you can see you determine that they line the entire perimeter, placed at the foot of each wall they are a shield placed here to protect the temples occupants from hostile attacks.

You turn around suddenly as you sense movement in the shadows at your back. Your eyes scan the darkness alertly and gaze into the darkness above the alter, making out a stone balcony you had not noticed before. The shadows start to swirl and form in the center of the balcony as they take shape a body and sits down in the large gothic throne behind it. As you look closer your eyes make out the shadowed figure of an attractive girl who appears to be about 21, but for those who can sense her power also sense that she is indeed over a thousand. Her long purple hair trails over her pale skin. She lights two pillar candles on either side of her throne and the light licks across her face. Her gaze rests on you and she smiles.*

"Greetings my fallen one. So you have found your way to our unholy sanctuary. May your soul which has been shunned by the light of our lord find peace here, amongst fallen friends. If you wish to join state your name, race (ie. vampire siren etc.), why you want to join, and what your talents are. Join us and train here in the shadows of our beloved home and temple as we prepare to wage war against the one who cast us from him and betrayed our blackened hearts"

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