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 Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 8:44 pm
Several hundred kilometres from Shadowsun -- and in turn, the portal into UnderGaia through Au Shinduago -- is a structure known to the locals only as the Henge. Whoever crafted this eerie structure has long been lost, but it has been passed through the hands of countless cults and religions since, known to some as holy ground, but to most as irrevocably tainted.
A ditch of about twenty metres in diametre (about sixty-five feet) of dead ground, with raised banks encircling it, ringed by poles of smooth, dull grey stone. The beaten earth within the Henge has been dyed black by blood spilled by countless sacrifices, though the stone structures surrounding it remain clean and untouched. Though they have been marked many times by sigils finger-painted with blood, they always end up bare and clean once more.
Currently, a dark cult known only as the Clergy, worshipping magic itself as a god, has taken up rule of the Henge. They believe that their god was torn apart at the beginning of time, and that magic is the taint of his blood left. Magic-users have a part of their god in them, and so they are often abducted, or killed when this is impossible.
A little known truth of the Henge is that it is the only remaining henge left as part of a triangular complex. The northern henge has become overgrown with woodland, known to locals as the Engahbidhe. These woods are cursed, and are best avoided. The south-western henge was at some point turned into a burial ground, and is now a sprawling graveyard; makeshift wooden crosses mark many, many bodies, but within the spiral of graves has been constructed a crypt that delves deep underground. It has been theorised that the labyrinthine structure could very well meet up with UnderGaia at some point.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 7:37 pm
Tox was back. She could almost spell the stench of his sweat and booze-riddled breath from here. He'd come in from the direction of the heretics' camp. It wasn't a mystical bond between twins that informed her of this. "Stealth" wasn't in Tox's vocabulary. He approached like a herd of crazed elephants, cursing and stomping. The scouts had picked him up a few days ago, and she knew him enough to know that he'd only now be reaching the area. Rather than coming straight to the Henge, he'd stop for a night or two at the heretics' camp, willing to sit and listen to their drivel in exchange for a warm meal. He always was the weaker twin.
The chain shirt sat between her warm woollen undershirt and the brown, plain tunic. Some women wore leather corsets and called it armour. Tori wore plate mail and called it casual dress. The gauntlets had light plate strapped over them. Her legs were exposed, oddly enough, as it was doubtful the leather trousers she wore ever her breeches would do much in the way of protection. By the woman's standards, she was travelling light, though the large hand axe that sat opposite her long sword was the only clue that she considered this to be more than a casual outing.
"I seriously doubt the idiot knows he's being followed by the swordsman. As much as it loathes me to help that layabout, we must protect him and - more importantly - his package at all costs."
The Inquistors that flanked her snapped off a salute, dressed similarly to her. Then scowl that had found permanent home in her features eased slightly at the thought of dragging her buffoon brother home, by force if she was lucky.
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