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General setting: General Setting: It is absolutely silent inside the Temple of Guidance. It is a very large, domed expanse, and you note that quite a bit of attention to detail and architecture has been put into creating this temple. There is noone in the temple, the incense pyre normally burning in the center is quiet.

A stroll around the temple found one of the prettier spots that the isle offered, as a row of candles flickered, lit all around the edges of the temple. It cast a mournful shadow on the walls, but the lights themselves were beautiful, in their own hallowed sort of way.

As she walked, she remained silent, as if the candles demanded her reverence, and she was willing to comply. Something other than the flicker of candles caught her attention, and she bent to pick up two tokens on the floor between two candles, holding them up to her eyes for a moment.

Edel had mentioned that spiral. The currency used it as well. As Riley stared at the symbol, she felt as though she were sinking into the - portals.

Spirals were sometimes used as symbols of portals.

She pocketed the little tokens, and headed back into the temple.

Two Four Clans tokens obtained

The Temple was the first place that Sparrow went upon his trip to the Isle of Death, mostly because he wanted the time to himself - and the Temple of Guidance, with its enormous domed ceiling, intricately carved marble work, and extreme detailing in every little fixture seemed the perfect place to do just that.

Inside it was quiet, and his footsteps echoed quietly within the expansive building. Outside, there were rows upon rows of candles, and Sparrow stepped towards them, along the wall, letting his fingers hover over the small flames without touching them. There was something glittering between them, and, curious, he reached down, picking up two small objects.

He was not certain what they were, but he tucked them into his pockets anyway for safekeeping.

It was through a similar process that the ghoul would find another two of these stone tokens – an outstanding glimmer amongst the candles would catch her attention and draw her towards where they were. Enough of the trivial looting for now though, the ghoul quickly slid her finds into her pocket and headed into the Temple itself, taking in the magnificent sight. For a while, her eyes were lost to the ornate architecture of the building – the temple alone was far more than what she had seen in the past two weeks with War and Famine. What was the nature of this clan? she wondered, though the wry answer came to her soon enough. Death.

Curious, how many mysteries death seemed to hold.

((2 Horsemen tokens))

((Enter~))

Malodore padded into the temple, having made a beeline there instead of the forges. It remembered the vision the Clan of Death had sent to them, and was most curious, if wary, about the Clan's knowledge and 'mystical' ways. They certainly had a high degree of power that it was unfamiliar with.

Thus, the plague doctor entered the temple, a hush falling over it immediately. A glint of light caught its eye, and it bent down to retrieve two of those odd spiral-marked tokens from the ground under some of the candles. The candles felt like they did little to actually dent the silent dimness beneath the massive dome. This was their temple... what did they worship, it wondered? Was the dream-power they seemed to possess somehow religiously motivated or granted?

Death was a powerful realm...

Turning its head, Malodore realized there was a familiar figure here; its beak opened in a smile. While it couldn't bring itself to interrupt the silence by speaking, it didn't have to. I see wherever I go, I am naturally led to your side, it thought, folding its hands and waiting for Riley to notice it.


((Two Horseman points obtained~!))

The slimer hugged the pillars and its walls. He wove around them quietly. He consciously took light steps, carefully picking each foot up, and gently placing them on the marble as he made for the center of the room. His green glow was a little dim. He rarely walked on his feet, but he found it a little unusual that the floor beneath him felt hollow, pliable, maybe because he felt them reverberate gently beneath his slimer feet.

The ghost explored the temple at a distance. He knew the plague doctor and the tentacled demon, but didn't want to disturb them. He wanted to take in the grandeur of the temple, and perhaps make a personal pilgrimage to what he feared most; death.

The slimer eventually found himself in a room with a few tables filled with books on them. The last hour or two had spent mostly at a few spots, staring at the pillars, walls and the ceiling. He was taking note on their design, and compared it the last isle he had been in. He was looking for similarities and differences. Then a few times, he would notice the stillness of the place.

His curiosity eventually led him to the books. He wanted to read them, and maybe understand what Death meant to others. But something else distracted him, a little token.

[One Token]

It might have been present - I simply was not looking for it, at the time. That is the most likely explanation. Malodore bobbed its head and opened its beak in a smile. Might I take you there, later? It is such a charming place, so full of fascinating plants. Their culture is one I think you might enjoy - familiar without being oppressively so. The things they do with sound alone...

It was evident that Malodore was a fan of the Famine Clan.

The plague doctor turned and looked at the book Riley had been examining earlier. And here it is again. What Guidance might Death have for us... I wonder...


((One point earned!))