by Volsung » Thu Sep 22, 2011 4:36 am
As the Samurai leave the City Guard outside the temple, they pass through a short corridor of black basalt, high-reliefs of scenes of human sacrifice and blood pouring down from the heavens cover the walls, carved deep into the foreign stone. A four-armed goddess features prominently in all of the reliefs, gorging herself on flesh, drinking from the hearts of her enemies that lay slain at her feet, their chests torn open. Bare skulls, held together by twisted rusted metal hang above the samurai, candles flickering uncertainly out of the eye sockets and giving off a yellow and sickly light. The mist that had been creeping out of the temple begins to thicken until the samurai can barely see their own feet.
All too soon, the hallway ends and the samurai find themselves in the center chamber of the temple. Larger than any room they have ever seen. The ceiling rockets upwards suddenly, disappearing into the inky blackness that hangs above the group and seems ready to start dripping down on them at any moment. The walls, lit by candles, circle around the enormous room, showing an exit out of the room at each of the compass points. Incense burns at regular intervals as well, filling the room with a sickeningly sweet, and slightly rotten scent. Hundreds of holes fill the walls, creating black spots where the light does not reach, and where it does it leaves the samurai wishing that they had never seen. Each hole contains a human head, many are nothing more than yellow or black bone, but a few are still rotting, facial features dripping off the the severed heads and pooling at the bottom of the nooks as maggots and flies squirm and wriggle in the remains.
At the center of the room, there is a raised dais, perfectly round, with an enormous statue of Kali-Ma, the Devourer, The Enemy, that is tall enough to nearly disappear into the inky blackness above. Her demon face is twisted in a horrific grimace, her pointed fangs sticking out clearly and made of marble. Her pair of red eyes are made of inset rubies, her face is pointed to face all those who enter her temple, staring directly into the souls of each who enters her realm.. Each of her four ebony arms reaches out and up into the sky, a great fire burning in each hand which lights the dais below, but is still swallowed by the darkness above. Red runs down each of the arms, coating the ground below the statue in a crusty dark red layer that seems centuries old. Her red skin, lit by the fires, seems to dance as though it were alive. The statue was carved so that the are duplicates, each facing one of the exits, each facing one of the compass points.
The temple seems almost entirely empty however, only one other person is visible to the samurai as they gaze about them. Sitting upon the dais is a samurai, perfectly poised in the lotus position. Their white and blue kimono seemingly unmarred by the blood that has been spilled in this temple. Their short white hair looks perfectly clean, though the head seems bowed in prayer. It appears that they have found Asahina Narumi.
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