Sanctus Templum
28-12-2005, 06:40
The peaceful surroundings of the planet bathed in the warm sunlight that radiated down upon them. The slight wind brusling the great forests of high oak and pine, while the birds and animals of the ground sang and chatted amongst themselves. The calm waters blue and glittering, with the occasional ripple as a fish or perhaps an even larger creature of the sea came close to the surface.
Deep within the hallowed forests, against the great mountains that touched the heavens, sat the great tower of a perculiar substance. Shimmering silver with lines of glowing energy running along it vertically. The river of fresh glacier water running out of the mountains and around the structure. This was the temple city of the Faith.
It's holy halls a pedastle to the spirits and way of life these people worshipped and lived. The people, human to the look but fairer, light skinned and not prone to the corruption and falsivity that humans fall to so easily. The only sign of conflict being the guards, dressed in ceremonial golden armor, armed with large halberds that glowed, and swords that could cut through even teh strongest of metals; these holy warriors of the faith, charged with keeping order and stamping out heresy.
And the Prophets, leaders of the Faith, favored by the spirits. Truth, Strenght, Honour. Adorned in the white robes and crowns of gold, who lead the prayers and sermons to the spirits.
The entire scene, a holy pilgrimage for any who wish a life of purpose and good, those wanting to fit in, those who wish salvation from the previous daemons they worshipped, any that wanted the wonders of the Faith would come here, and lay themselves before the Prophets, seeking direction for their transgression into the Faith. Who would come, what path they would choose, and what they would accomplish would all be revealed with time.
Deep within the hallowed forests, against the great mountains that touched the heavens, sat the great tower of a perculiar substance. Shimmering silver with lines of glowing energy running along it vertically. The river of fresh glacier water running out of the mountains and around the structure. This was the temple city of the Faith.
It's holy halls a pedastle to the spirits and way of life these people worshipped and lived. The people, human to the look but fairer, light skinned and not prone to the corruption and falsivity that humans fall to so easily. The only sign of conflict being the guards, dressed in ceremonial golden armor, armed with large halberds that glowed, and swords that could cut through even teh strongest of metals; these holy warriors of the faith, charged with keeping order and stamping out heresy.
And the Prophets, leaders of the Faith, favored by the spirits. Truth, Strenght, Honour. Adorned in the white robes and crowns of gold, who lead the prayers and sermons to the spirits.
The entire scene, a holy pilgrimage for any who wish a life of purpose and good, those wanting to fit in, those who wish salvation from the previous daemons they worshipped, any that wanted the wonders of the Faith would come here, and lay themselves before the Prophets, seeking direction for their transgression into the Faith. Who would come, what path they would choose, and what they would accomplish would all be revealed with time.