the Inner Sanctuary

After walking Athos down the vast hallways of the house, they reached a wall, a wall of complete stone.

"Acreo, sarvas, Mora." After speaking a simple phrase the wall opened. Yes, opened. From the stone wall, formed a door, and through the door there was... Nothing. Only a light blue mist through it. "Come, Athos. This is the Inner Sanctuary." The Inner Sanctuary, considered the most holly place in all of Atherea. Here, Mora smote Praxus, and trapped his soul in Banatrix. "I assume you know the history of this place... But we arnt here to talk about what has happened. Were here to talk about whats going to happen next."

Slowly, she walked through the opening into the mist. Disappearing into it.

"Athos...You have slain my servants for years. Killed creatures that i have held close..." Slowly she turned around, looking Athos in the eye as he walked in with her. "This is my world... I can craft it into anything i wish... Like your personal hell... But, this isn't my way, and instead i have another idea."

"Here, in this very room 76 years ago, i defeated the Baron... And captured his soul into the sword Banatrix." As she spoke, the sword appeared in the air, floating between the two of them. The sword was long, and gleamed with power. But, it wasn't what the assassin expected from a legendary sword of a goddess. It was simple, VERY simple. In fact, the sword its self looked to be made of iron.

"Banatrix holds the power to capture the souls of anything it strikes. The Old Gods are trapped inside of it, and it has been taken. If there released, it will start the 3rd Reckoning." Slowly, a whole world formed around the 3 of them, but then soon it started to crumble. Fire, lava, darklings, and blackness soon take over the lushes land that once existed.

"What you see, is the future if the Old Gods are released, and we can not stop them. This is where you come in. You shall be declared a free man, my guards will not hunt you, and i shall erase your name form history. A clean slate. All you must do is find the sword, and bring it back to me. But, if the Old Gods are released, there is one more thing you can do."

"Atop of Angles Landing there is a shrine, out of reach of the Old Gods." As she spoke, the room started to feel cooled, and snow started to fall around. It was the summit of the mountain Angles Landing, the highest mountain in all of Atherea. "The shrine holds another ancient weapon. Baron Praxus's "Eternity's End". It is an ax, forged in the Black Anvil much like Banatrix, only it does not simply capture souls... It can kill us. It is the only weapon that can kill a god, and it MUST not fall into the Barons hands." After speaking, she started to coff. Holding her stomach and she leaned over and spat up blood into the snow.

Caylim ran to her side qwickly, holding her up right, "Sister! Are you alright??" She asked in a panic, but Mora put her hand on her soulder, and stood up straight. "Yes". She said sternly, "I am alright... Just tired..."


"Athos..." She said standing upright again, griping Caylim as she grunted in pain, "You, and Caylim, are the only creatures in all of Atherea that know of this... If you fail in stopping there plan, you must find the ax... And bring it here... But first, you must stop the sword from reaching Grim Forge, and the Black Anvil. If the sword is dropped in the fires, then the 3rd Reckoning shall be upon us..."

Soon after speaking, the snowy mountain top faded into the normal mist, only with a bed behind Mora. Slowly she walked to it and sat down on it, lieing out in the bed. "Caylim. There is a visitor in our hall. Please, great her. After that, pack everything you will need. Then, when your done, you can find Rolaf at the gate leading out of the city. Athos, you too must prepare for the journey. Meet Rolaf and the others at the gate when you are ready to leave... That is if you are going. But Athos, i am putting my trust in you... Please, for the good of Atherea, do not fail me..."

Shortly after, Mora closed her eyes and fell asleep. The door opening behind Athos back into the house.

"Caylim. There is a visitor in our hall. Please, greet her."

Caylim nodded helping her sister into her bed. Mora adding more things for her sister to do, and Caylim nodded. "Do not worry Mora," She chastised. "Rest. You have done enough for today."

Her sister protested against her words, but Caylim pushed her down gently. "Rest, Mora."

Her sister finally collapsed, giving into her tired body. Caylim walked over to the entrance gesturing for Athos to follow. "I hope you will be joining us, Athos. You would be a valuable asset."

As they left the room, Caylim released a few yellow butterflies to fly around the inner sanctuary. She smiled at her sister and left. following Athos. "I have to go and greet our new visitor. I hope to finish our earlier conversation."

She smiled at the assassin hoping to ease the tension she could clearly see in his shoulders. "Unless you will pass up this opportunity. If that is the case, then I hope the moon continues to smile down upon you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must take my leave of you."

She smiled again, and walked briskly to the front entrance. She was greeted by a woman with maroon colored hair, and seemed to be weakening at the sight of the sun. She smiled. "Another favorite of the Moon. Come in, child. Get out of the sun before you collapse."

(Resume this RP in the House of Mora)

"Oh, Sister Mora," Takira gasped, "it's lovely but...me? Fight? No, no, that could never happen! I'm far too small, and my dagger is not a good weapon for someone such as I!" Fiddling with her braid, she pulled it over her shoulder and sighed, remembering when Caylim had braided it just that morning. Would she see her sister again? Would she see ANY of them again?

"Mora, I'm not a fighter, you know that..." Takira felt foolish, useless, and rude, telling her sister that she wouldn't use her kind offer. "Sister, I cannot...I can't even ask my animals to fight for me, let alone fight myself."

Slowly Mora walked to her smaller sister and held her hands, speaking to her lowly "Takira... I know you miss Caylim, and i know you and her are closer than me and you are... But every night, when the moon comes out, she is looking down at you. She sees you and she smiles... I feel it. I know you dont want to fight my sister, but darkness is coming, I can sense it sister. If the Old Gods are released, and your unprepared... Lilith will not take pity on you again." As she spoke, it reminded Takira of the last time she saw the Mother of Monsters, Lilith.

Lilith was the opposite of everything Takira held sacred. Animals were simply playthings for her to twist into vial beasts, and life was something that could be thrown away and replaced. Long ago, Lilith attacked Evercrest, and the Druidic temple. Takira was one of the survivors of the attacks, and ran through he forests to find safety. After a battle between Lilith and the gods, Lilith cursed the forest to be a place for her beasts to breed and thrive in.

Under a low bush near the base of a huge tree, Lilith found Takira. Scared for her life, Takira held up her dagger against the witch. This only made her laugh. With a vial growl she swiped the dagger out of her hand, and picked the child Takira up. No one knows why, but Lilith placed the child back on the ground, and pressed the dagger back into her hands. With that she disappeared. Not long after Mora raced through the forest to find the witch when she found Takira. Dressed in full armor she knelled down and watched as the child shook with fear. Slowly, Mora extender her hand to the child and picked her up, taking her back to the village.

"If.. Your not prepared... I fear i wont be able to stop her in this state." Mora's looked down to the ground as she held her younger sister close to her, her long white hair hanging down over the shoulder of the younger goddess. Then came a noise. A noise that Takira knew, but couldn't imagine her sister making. After listening for a moment, her hunch was right. Mora was crying. It started softly, as just a few whimpers, but then turned into a full stream of tears down Takira's shoulder.

"Curse m-my weakness... Curse my inability t-to deffend my own land... Curse the True Gods for leaving mankink... Curse me f-for thinking i stood a chance against Praxus..." The list went on and on and she just kept crying into Takiras shoulder.

"Sister Mora...Sister Mora, please, do not cry...you are not weak, you are the strongest Goddess ever to roam this place." Terrified by her sister's tears, she, too, began to sob, remembering the fear that woman had given her. Takira should have been killed, she was only a young druidess, nothing special; yet she had let her live. That itself stunk as something foul.

"You can stand against Praxus, you will, and you will win! Please, Mora, please, d-do not cry..." Tears rolled down her face, and she held her sister tightly, wishing she never had to let go, that she could take all her sister's pain away.

Mora gasped her self as she felt the sudden wave hit her mortal body, her hand rushing down to her loins as hit her. She gasped for air and gripped herself tight as her body followed its orders. Her fingers inserted themselves deeply inside her body and caused her to shake violently for a few moments. Then everything hit her, and the walls of the Inner Sanctuary successfully warded off the rush of lust. Slowly she stood back up with shaky knees, and griped onto the weapon rack to her side, her hands dripping with the warm liquids of her insides. Being in the Inner Sanctuary, the magic burst was mostly warded off.

Takira also felt the hit, though for her it was less so. Quickly she reached up and gripped her sister. "Takira...Stay here, in the sanctuary... DO NOT go outside..!"
Slowly Mora rose to her feet and grabbed her staff. Opening the door for a moment, long enough for her to walk through, then it closed behind her.

Only moments after opening the door it closed again and sealed Takira safly inside, but as Mora walked out she found her maids, guards, and even Takira's creatures were killing each other, and having sex on a massive scale. She walked from corridor through corridor, floor to floor of the castle to get to the very top. Every step caused her pain because of the stab wound, witch was only partly healed. She also had to fight the lust of joining the soilders in there orgy. Once, she fell to the temptation and watched a guard and a maid fuck there minds out, witch caused her to rub herself for a slight moment. Then she came back to reality and continued walking up the stairs.

Finally she was at the top of the house, the highest point in all of Mora. Suddenly she felt the lust of all of the creatures all over Atherea, and with a final breath slammed the end of her staff onto the ground. There, the lust stopped. People came to there senses, most stopping there lustful acts. Others with weaker minds were stopped by those who were no longer affected by the spell.

Having used such a burst of magic to stop the lust caused her to colaps on the ground of the balcony, panting in pain as she lied almost unconscious. "L...Lilith..."

Takira lay shaking on the floor of the Sanctuary, her hands over her ears, trying to ignore the evil voice inside her head.

Come to me, sweet druid, come to your master. I know where you are, I will have you. You are not safe from me.

Takira cried out and curled into a ball, trying desperately not to cry. Lilith was here, and something, whether it was her or something near her, wanted her desperately. She was still young, weak, innocent, and there was some sort of well of power inside of her that was untapped, unrefined.

Aron turned his head towards Mora, her eyes had turned white and she seemed to not move. That was when he and Takira realized she was somewhere else, though her body was still here. After a few minutes, she returned and turned to Aron and Takira with sadness in her heart."It appears... Even the moon has betrayed us..." She said before falling back onto the grassy hill of the training room. Aron caught her by the hip and placed her down gently.

The lord of death, appears standing before them. The room air chilled to near freezing.

Arktorious Malakath, started talking. Simple enough to say that he was taunting and underestimating them, proud of his own powers. Aron gripped his fist. If not for her sisters safety, he would've strike his uncle by using Arktorious Malakath own frost powers by controling the water elements in the ice. Before Aron could've done anything, Arktorious was gone.

Takira would not stand for it
"But I will allow no one to disrespect her in her own home. Please, if you can, brother, find Caylim. She will know why the Moon has left us. I must send a message of my own. I only pray I will be strong enough to send it." and dashed out, having plans for herself to do.

Aron has now been trusted with two requests. One from Mora: to warn the Paladins in Angles Landing Shrine, and one more from Takira: to find Caylim.

Aron stood and watched as Takira leave.. Aron turned to Mora and watched her rest on the grass. Aron waved his hand softly and placed four wards creating a square around her. Wards of healing, to heal her wounds in faster pace than how it was recovering now... With a blink of an eye. Aron teleported himself to the top of the House of Mora...

Aron closed his eyes and focused his telepathic powers. He raised his hands to his sides and the wind started to circle around him and. His shining hair waving with the wind.. The wind grew stronger and stronger and stronger. His hair waving furiously until the wind suddenly stops. Aron opened his eyes. He had found Caylim... With the information, he suddenly vanish from the spot. He appeared soudless before Caylim, Athos, Alex, Borromier, and the others...