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The Umbra Roads. Named after the darkness that seemed to be the source of their existence. Cutting through earth and rock, roots that dangled from tree's and plants rooted above seemed to become transparent and ghost like where they passed through the Umbra. The edges wavered and shifted between a shadowy pass and solid earth.

The Umbra road would shift from wide and spacious, to cramped less then crawl spaces. Once Wurky would make it to the end though, he'd be greeted by a large underground cavern. Lit by glowing moss from the ceiling, a black city sprawled like a giant ghost town.

Entering the town within the cavern, Wurky would find countless empty windows and doors staring down upon him. The clean cut buildings echoed with his footsteps. Cold, empty, and hollow clickings that would come back to him from the darkness. Despite the sounds, there was a flicker of movement. Strange twisted shadowy creatures with glowing purple eyes peers down upon Wurky. Skittering along and keeping a sort of twisted silent guard upon the lone pilgram walking their realm.

At the other end of the massive yet empty city a large stone archway opened up the way to another Umbra road. However this road was marked as the path to the Temple. This particular Umbra road would not shift or change form like the one that Wurky had needed to travel. At the end? A cavern with a bottomless pit opened up. A bridge of shadow, so black and firm it seemed to be made of stone, offered passage to the temple. Which in truth appeared to be more like a large gothic castle. Twisted gargoyal shapes decorated the high peaks. Towers stood upon the four corners, and barred windows with glowing purple lights flickered like emotionless eyes down upon him.

Despite this being his temple, the place was sadly desolate. While clean, it was clear not many feet walked the dark blue carpets lining obsidian marble floors. Statues of strange chimeric creatures crouched in nitchs in the walls and mirrors that did not reflect anything more then shadows within their surfaces were spaced out along the walls.

Several passages broke off from the main hallway, curtains of dark materials covered them, though they were thin enough to see doors, rooms, and even stairs beyond the material. At the end, the main hall opened up into a large room. Draped with curtains from the ceiling, where shadows moved and whispers would seem to be passed. A large stone alter sat in the center of the room, and beyond that a ebony throne loomed from a small stage like dias. When Wurky entered the alter room, the whispers would slowly die away and something dark shifted within the seat of the throne. Something like a wisp of black mist curled and twisted upon itself until a pair of glowing violet eyes formed within it.

"Well now...that didn't take quiet as long as I thought it would. You moved with purpose." Antarmur'ss softly murmured from his throne.

When Wurky sat back, Antar stood himself back up to his full height. His purple eyes shone with mirth. His supplicant was so overwhelmed with joy. So filled with gratitude. It may take him a day or two to realize the truth of what has happened...but Antarmur'ss was ready for what may come then. "You bare my mark now Wurk." He murmured softly, his hand motioning for the other to rise. "Keep that in mind from now on. I expect you to do all that you are capable of to keep me happy."

It made Antar feel rather satisfied to hear such words of adoration and acceptance. Though he stood, his tail curled around to try and wrap around Wurky's waist. His lips were still curled in amusement, and he murmured to the other. "Perhaps I shall call upon you for that. I wish to make certain you truly are as loyal as you claim. I have already answered you a favor, but now you must prove your loyal service to me."