[This level of temple is covered in cracking tile murals, no doubt once beautiful and colorful. They show a simple story:
The God appears on a world of raging water, alone.
He builds an island, and He crafts people to live on it, people in His image with all the traits of Humans, Long, Bast and Angha.
They shine like a beacon, so brightly that things begin to reach towards the world. Black things that eclipse the moon and sun, things reaching with twisted limbs and baring fractal teeth.
So He reaches into the crystal heart of the world and breaks away four crystals.
In His hands, they become four people, each a pale mirror to His own brilliance, for they only have one trait each of the species.
The blue-robed one, holding a sparkling rainbow fire, him merely the human body.
The red-robed one, casting dice with a smile, she who possesses only the glorious wings of the Angha.
The green-robed one, grasping a halberd, with the strength of the Long.
The yellow-robed one, wielding a sword, with the ears and eyes of the Bast.
Those four kneel at the four corners of the world and keep away the dark things while He stands king over all.
It ends there.
There is an altar at the back of this room, a heavy wooden thing, with a priest slumped over it clutching a scroll.
In the far corner there is an door opened to the first steps of a spiral staircase leading upwards.]
[ man at this point i'm not even surprised. debating ditching baron................
well i dragged him this far. kicking at the hands and shoving the scroll into her shirt, going to grab baron and proceed to haul his stupid ass up the stairs ugh ]
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The God appears on a world of raging water, alone.
He builds an island, and He crafts people to live on it, people in His image with all the traits of Humans, Long, Bast and Angha.
They shine like a beacon, so brightly that things begin to reach towards the world. Black things that eclipse the moon and sun, things reaching with twisted limbs and baring fractal teeth.
So He reaches into the crystal heart of the world and breaks away four crystals.
In His hands, they become four people, each a pale mirror to His own brilliance, for they only have one trait each of the species.
The blue-robed one, holding a sparkling rainbow fire, him merely the human body.
The red-robed one, casting dice with a smile, she who possesses only the glorious wings of the Angha.
The green-robed one, grasping a halberd, with the strength of the Long.
The yellow-robed one, wielding a sword, with the ears and eyes of the Bast.
Those four kneel at the four corners of the world and keep away the dark things while He stands king over all.
It ends there.
There is an altar at the back of this room, a heavy wooden thing, with a priest slumped over it clutching a scroll.
In the far corner there is an door opened to the first steps of a spiral staircase leading upwards.]
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She drops Baron to survey the mural, curiously, storing the image in her memory for later before going to inspect the altar, and the priest. ]
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The altar appears empty otherwise. Whatever sacrifices there used to be are long gone.]
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...And ganking that scroll if he is. ]
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And that's just about when skeletal hands start clawing through the ground beneath them, grabbing at everyone's feet.]
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Second floor!
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well i dragged him this far. kicking at the hands and shoving the scroll into her shirt, going to grab baron and proceed to haul his stupid ass up the stairs ugh ]
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I mean Atuin.
You are pursued by the skeletal monsters all the way up.]
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