Setting
Before you stands an enormous ebony black citadel that looms over the city like a malicious tyrant. Dark spires of loathsome sorrow soar into the acidic ash-filled skies that stretch over the city. Great winged creatures of shadow, chaos, and hatred soar and weave between the paripaces and towers sharp as knifes. Even more grotesque and vile creatures patrol the fearsome ramparts.
The Temple of Erebuz
Before you stands an enormous ebony black citadel that looms over the city like a malicious tyrant. Dark spires of loathsome sorrow soar into the acidic ash-filled skies that stretch over the city. Great winged creatures of shadow, chaos, and hatred soar and weave between the paripaces and towers sharp as knifes. Even more grotesque and vile creatures patrol the fearsome ramparts.
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The Temple of Erebuz is a part of 
The City of Dis - The Sixth Circle.
4 Places in The Temple of Erebuz:
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ooo [0] Small, soft, angry, depressed, anxious, emo child
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The angry mob of Erebim charged across the city carrying their prize. They stormed into an enormous ebony black citadel that loomed over the city like a malicious tyrant. Dark spires of loathsome sorrow soared into the acidic ash-filled skies that loomed over the city. Great winged creatures of shadow, chaos, and hatred soared and weaved between the paripaces and towers sharp as knifes. Even more grotesque and vile creatures patrolled the fearsome ramparts.
The Erebim dragged their battered, beaten, and rended prisoner into the gothic fortress. Its halls were dark, dank, and void of nearly all light. Darkness filled the long corridors like an icy blanket of woe, despair, and death. They passed through a large sanctuary-like room that was lined with statues, pews, and filled with slouched figures in dark robes. Dull grey ghostly eyes watched from beneath the black hoods as the crowd charged by. Eventually they reached a room filled with a variety of horrific medieval torture devices.
The Erebim dragged their battered, beaten, and rended prisoner into the gothic fortress. Its halls were dark, dank, and void of nearly all light. Darkness filled the long corridors like an icy blanket of woe, despair, and death. They passed through a large sanctuary-like room that was lined with statues, pews, and filled with slouched figures in dark robes. Dull grey ghostly eyes watched from beneath the black hoods as the crowd charged by. Eventually they reached a room filled with a variety of horrific medieval torture devices.
Elizabeth Turner storms into the bar in a most displeased manner.
Elizabeth Turner (orElizabeth Swann as she was formerly known) is a fiery and high spirited young lady with a domineering nature and a knack for getting herself into trouble.
Currently adorning a double-breasted brocade waistcoat over a white puffy-sleeved shirt (probably linen) she steps up to Captain Jack Sparrow before slapping him with no hesitation whatsoever.
'and before you say anything jack, yes you did deserve that one' she retorts with a mocking tone to her voice.
Elizabeth Turner (orElizabeth Swann as she was formerly known) is a fiery and high spirited young lady with a domineering nature and a knack for getting herself into trouble.
Currently adorning a double-breasted brocade waistcoat over a white puffy-sleeved shirt (probably linen) she steps up to Captain Jack Sparrow before slapping him with no hesitation whatsoever.
'and before you say anything jack, yes you did deserve that one' she retorts with a mocking tone to her voice.
"So you seek transparency..." he replied, stepping into the scorched courtyard. Gnarled shrubs and blackened trees filled with talon-like thorns lined the dead earth. "The Dark Legion harbors no specious diction when proclaiming the One Truth."
"I seek honesty and I wonder why I whom damned many innocent people to prisons would be given such an honor as was bestowed on me. I should have ended up in hell, therefore it's only natural I come here, think about it."
"The One Truth is that everything originates in Darkness - and to Darkness all things return. Creation is formed. Then it is destroyed and returned to its true natural state - that of Nothing."
The cloaked figure seemed to hover over the parched ground towards the massive gates. He lifted a gloved hand towards the barrier and a complex circular rune illuminated across the stone surface. With a ghostly groan the doors slid open.
"The truth is that we are all evil - blackened to the deepest reaches of our cores. Some are simply better at concealing it than others."
The cloaked figure seemed to hover over the parched ground towards the massive gates. He lifted a gloved hand towards the barrier and a complex circular rune illuminated across the stone surface. With a ghostly groan the doors slid open.
"The truth is that we are all evil - blackened to the deepest reaches of our cores. Some are simply better at concealing it than others."
Shrugging she would nod, and await what would take place next, sadly realizing she would need to stop hovering and land for now.
As her feet touch the ground, she would feel briefly sick, before being able to get over it.
As her feet touch the ground, she would feel briefly sick, before being able to get over it.
Asmodeus followed the still unknown lady into the temple, where there many miraculously deadly and marvelous things to see. One being the citadel itself, Asmodeus was something similar to impressed. If having things that were this large a compensation...then Asmodeus was in clear, however the place seemed legit, along wit master of the place, that could be sensed through the very walls of the foundation. Nothing that duly worried Asmodeus.
Asmodeus noticed the sharp knives and detailed architecture that screamed 'You will die here'...fancy that. Asmodeus continued on, following the young attractive beauty as she led them to the entrance.
Asmodeus noticed the sharp knives and detailed architecture that screamed 'You will die here'...fancy that. Asmodeus continued on, following the young attractive beauty as she led them to the entrance.
She stepped into the scorched courtyard. Gnarled shrubs and blackened trees filled with talon-like thorns lined the dead earth. The woman waved a slender hand over the gates, and a circular blood-red rune illuminated across the stone doors. They slowly groaned open to reveal a pitch black corridor.
In the sleeping city of Tartaraz walk only mad things. It is a city of old, terrible, unnumbered crimes.
In the sleeping city of Tartaraz walk only mad things. It is a city of old, terrible, unnumbered crimes.
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