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The bones were there. The heart was there. The sword was there. The shield was there. The Temple of the Dragon was ancient, at least twenty-six hundred years, perhaps more. Sitting almost five hundred meters below the Vatnajökull glacier on southern Iceland was the temple, covered by ice and earth from volcanic explosions throughout time. This was where the shield was, the last item of the Great Warrior Comhghall.

Years earlier, the Irish countryside had been probed for the most important artifact of Comhghall, his heart. It had been found. Months earlier, the expedition led them to this site and since then it had been drilled to and finally, only one week prior, they had reached the Temple. Incursions into the temple were something out of Doom3, the video game, scary and horrific. Six men had been killed, three went missing, and all who entered came out a different person. The heart had been found though and now they were about to put everything together.

Dr. Rachel Wilson, who had led the expedition into the Irish countryside was now leading the expedition here. The Temple of the Dragon had two very large chambers, the entrance chamber, whcih was, more or less, just a small gathering hall, which was probably used for meals. The second chamber was another gathering chamber but it had an altar, which was definitely used for sacrifices. From the inscriptions on the wall they were definitely human sacrifices. The place made everyone uneasy. This was a temple filled with evil and darkness. The Great Warrior Comhghall was nothing but darkness. His quest, written in legends, was something of pure revenge, the revenge he sought against the gods for banishing him to the middle world for falling in love with a maiden, Cordelia when love was forbidden.

OOC: This is a continuation, from my end, of [Earth II] The Black Sun [Invite Only] (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=422113).

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The temple sacrifical chamber was cold. The location was something that was definitely not friendly to warm environments. With thick winter gear on, the scientists and individuals who were about to resurrect Comhghall were all nervous. They didn't know how they were going to be recieved or even if this was going to work. The occult studies of the Empire were something that were out of the ordinary and kept extremely secretive. The entire operation was being undertaken by the Office of Secret Affairs, which was a subdivision of the Ministry of Intelligence, an extremely unknown subdivision.

Dr. Wilson was sitting alone in the back of the chamber, looking over some of her preliminary notes about the whole chamber and the entire process. The resurrection prayer would have to be told in the ancient language, which was something that only four people spoke, all of them here, in the chamber. She would have to ensure that a certain number of candles were burning, that certain things were in order. This was beyond any simple pagan ritual, they were resurrection the greatest warrior the planet had ever seen and they were about to unleash the undead upon the world.

The legend of Comhghall was the legend of the Fourth Horseman, "Death." One legend of Comhghall spoke of him as the following:

And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.