Reign of Terror (Chapter I)

Chapter I: The Temple of Terror1

The large temple stood outside of the large city of Berildon. The large city is favored by Quilthas. In the center of the city stands his massive temple. The temple out of the city is almost an exact copy of that in the city. Except Quilthas's is white marbel. The other is black marbel. The Black temple's shadow, no matter where the sun or moon happens to be in the sky, draps over the White Temple. As if to say it has more power over it.2

There where no Temple Guards out standing infront of the large doors. For in inate fear seemed to iminate from that place of worship that prevented the most hearty warrior from stepping inside to see where the sent of jasmine came from. In the left door in carved in bold words in Common is this inscription: 3

Nothing is for you.4

Nothing was for you.5

Nothing remains for you6

Forever.7

The right door easily swings open on it's well oiled hinges. No sound is made from that door and a low ranking priestes dressed in black velvet steps out side. A breeze lightly playes with her hair as she walks calmly down the path to meet up with two men dressed in white robes.8

"The Lord expected your arrival," she said calmly as she lightly bowed her in greeting towards the two men. One was an old man who's beard was of pure white. Beautiful and envious among the King of the Dwarven race. The other was the second in head of the White Temple.9

"We hadn't set out word that we would be coming," the young priest said to the woman. 10

"The Lord knows all that happens around his Temple. Please," she said, "there is warm food inside. Please come this way. Leave the horses. Animals seem to fear this place."11

The two priests dismounted and followed the woman. When they got to the doors the young priest saw the inscription and turned to his master.12

"My lord, it is blasphamy! It is the oposite of what we have on our door." And he gladly quoted it, "'All is for you. All was for you. All remains for you forever.' This man is making a mockery out of us!" he wispered harshly.13

"Timoth," The old priest said harshly,"I am glad your memory is as crystal as you faith but you must respect this Temple at the same level as you respect our god's."14

The entered the temple and the priestist closed the door. The temple was pitch black. Nothing could be heard. Nothing could be felt. Nothing could be seen. All that was smelt was a fine sent of jasmine.15

A light was seen at the end of the hall and all the torches were lite. "Come," ordered the priestis. "His room is not far as you should know." What decorated the walls where tapastries of horrors. Depictions of brutal wars and sculptors of demons.16

"Definatly blasphemious!" the young priest wispered to himself. His jumped when he heard his wisper bounce off the walls. His voice grew distorted as it bounced off of each wall and into his ears. The walked for what seemed like hours. The sent of jasmine was slowly becomeng stronger.17

They got to the end of the foyer and the sent was chokeing. The stoped infront of two large metal doors. Crafted from magic itself. The doors slowly opened by their own will. The two guests were hesitent. The pristes gave them a nudge into the large dimly light room.18

Infront of them was a black onyx throne that made the throne of the Great Empress of Ivilos look like it was made by children with mud. There was no one sitting on that throne. The doors slamed shut and the two clerics of good quickly turned around. Carved on that door of metal was a large scene of pergatory. Souls of the dead reaching towards heaven to be pulled down into hell by demons.19

All who stand before these doors shall be judged.20

The two light clerics turned to face the throne once again and saw a figure dressed in clothes that swallowed the darkness. it was darker then dark. The person sitting on the throne worse a red clay mask over his face. His hood was drawn and his eyes shown an erie silver.21

All who stand before these doors shall be judged.22

"We are good men, sir," the old cleric said to the person. "We-"23

No man is good.24

"Then you are man?" The young priest asked boldly. The person on the throne said nothing.25

"We want your temple gone," the old cleric said. "It was built here without our knowledge during the night. We want it gone with magic during the night. If not we will hire a force to tear it down from its foundations."26

Such bold things to say to the Unknown. Such things to say to Fear himself.27

The smell of jasmine slowly faded to the smell of death. Two undead beings seemed to have walked out of the shadows and stood beside the two priests of good.28

Kill . . ..29

The death screams of the two priests woke everyone in that town30