Mordome (Temple to Lloth)

[Lloth]

Almost hidden among a cluster of trees on one of the few forests of Kheleksii, there is a temple that only those with loyalty true to the Goddess of the Shadows are welcomed into. Made of black marble, it stands proud and strong against all adversity, shut away from any light and filled with such coldness that if you were to touch the smooth make of its stone for too long, you would be burnt. The snowy ground crunches below the feet of any that approach it, and its doors, though closed, will open easily to those seeking entrance. Just beware: Mordome will turn none away, but if your intrusion upsets the goddess within, then you will not leave the temple again.

As you walk inside, the silence makes your steps resound all around, while your eyes look to and fro. Though there are windows along the walls on both sides of you, the sun will not and never has shone in here. The only thing that can come through and inside, floating all around you, are darkened mists that seem to envelop you and take over your very soul. Candles, burning brightly and seeming to float on air, are the only thing that afford you any clear sight, and while you look up ahead you notice the only thing truly visible in the space: an iron throne, steps leading up to it, the back and sides carved so intricately that it seems to cut anything that makes contact with it.

At the moment nothing can be seen upon the throne--at least, not the naked eye. Mordome is the home of Lloth upon this world, and any of her people, those that truly worship her, may come inside and either pay her respects or seek her aid in any of their schemes. When the goddess feels it that she should, she will appear to you and present herself upon her throne in her human form, there to listen and counsel you. Do not be foolish however. Lloth knows all, and it has been said that she can look into the hearts of others and see their true selves. Speak to her with the truth, for anything else will bring about your death by her hand.

As it says, this thread is for those that feel they want/need to speak to the Goddess of the Shadows to come in and commune with her. Even if she is not present in the moment that one makes their appearance, she shall be. However, if you are not from Kheleksii and still come into Mordome, make sure that you have a very good reason and good protection from whatever god you hold loyalty with. Lloth's webs will easily trap you in them otherwise.

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[Ristin]

Ristin stood in the biting cold, outside the Mordome. “Too d**n cold. Cloak sales maybe?” he thought as he glanced back at the small group of porters carrying some example wares. “Careful with the merchandise! It'll come out of your paychecks!” the porters just grunt as they slow the small cart and pick up the packages. “I hope these will please the High priestess , or who ever we are meeting” Ristin thinks to himself. The locals had said something about a god herself, but that was foolish. Gods were for a time long ago. He slwoly began to climb the worn stairs of the Temple.

He looked around the place in distaste “No culture, half the people speak that ugly language, thieves everywhere, nasty place. Hardly a single simple comfort” he thought as he bumped absently into anther person leaving the Temple.

Ristin's keen senses felt the man reach into his right pocket, feeling for his purse “Pit pocket” he thought savagely. His left hand jerked quickly and caught the young man's wrist. “Move the arm, friend” he growled, as one of the porters drew a small knife. “Back off!” Ristin said a he turned his attention back to the stringy youth. “Your good, but your not THAT good.” he said, looking at the thief. “How would you like steady enployment?” the confused pit pocket dumbly nodded his head. “Good!” Ristin said bracingly, sealing the deal with a gin “Stay here, until i come out, i might hire you” He chuckled as he finished climbed the stairs, the porters behind him.

It felt good to be in control. He lighty brushed his fine clothing, as he prepared to enter the dark temple. “I wonder how this will go?”

[Lloth]

Shades watched Ristin, unseen eyes studied his demeanor, and lips that the rest were blind to smiled in irony and dark amusement as they saw his dealings with the meager being that had just left the temple--turned down by the goddess, as she had been less than disposed to show herself to him. This one however... Oh, yes, this one could be fun to play with for a while. He appeared rather secure in himself--far too secure for the likes of her, which only made it more tempting for her to let him seek her out and speak to her. Yes, why not. It would rid her of the boredom that had settled upon her being for this time. After all, the immortal ones only had so much to do before they simply had to destroy something or kill someone due to lack of anything better occupying their times. Not that this was the only reason why she did such things.

She awaited for him to make himself more settled inside though, to come closer to the temple, a single whisper that was no more than a sigh wrapped around him in icy fingers while her essence invisibly traveled the spanse of space. It was only when she knew that he would be glancing upon the throne that she materialized herself in the human form used for everyone in this world to see that she showed herself. Tanned, caramel skin that lacked a single imperfection wrapped her body, which was lithe and lean. Her hands held long and sharp, black tinted nails--her mark as a Black Widow, and upon her face could be seen the one thing that held anyone in its place, refusing to let them go: chilling, silver-gray eyes that glinted with a light filled with malice.

Reclining back against the throne, she placed both hands on either arm of it, the nails pointing downwards as she drew in one of her legs and stretched the other forward, her delicate feet bare. Worn with slits that reached her thighs on both legs and had a neckline that cut down in a 'v' shape was a sleeveless, thin dress in the darkest shade of green imaginable, almost black if seen from far away. Her raven-black hair, parted at the middle fell in gentle waves down her back and over her shoulders, her stare steady and still while she looked at Ristin, still studying him, already having guessed his thoughts from the moment that he had approached the temple. Now the only thing left to do would be listen to his more than likely petty speech--as they all were to those like her.

As the light from those candles that were nearby caught the tattoo-like design that could be seen over her features--ravine-like and thin, marking parts of her cheeks downwards and connecting in precision with the same outline crossing over the top of her fine nose--she finally spoke. In a voice that reflected the plains of Kheleksii, aloof and bitterly frosty, reaching into Ristin's soul and wrapping an invisible hand around it, she addressed him. "You come into my home as if it were your own, paying no homage to the one that resides inside and walking along with far too much confidence for the likes of an immortal like yourself. What do you want?" Disinterest dripped from every word, as well as a carelessness for the feelings of the one she addressed herself to that was unable to be unnoticed. It was now his turn to speak, and she would listen--if he caught her attention.

[Elenhini]

A cold wind blew through the trees, for a couple of seconds it seemed to swirl violently causing a myriad of dead leaves to be lifted and circle. As the leaves did so a shape began to be formed, not of the leaves but seeming of the wind itself. It was in this manner that form of Elenhiri seemed to be created. As the processed ended the wind stopped swirling and continued on it's normal path. The leaves died down and from the confusion out stepped Elenhiri a Hyandae en'luhta. He quietly whispered a thanks and prayer to the wind elemental before taking in the scene. With a slight look of distaste he took in the people surrounding him, as far as he was concerned they were all thieves and wrong-doers they knew nothing of the cosmic order or the great life-force that connected all beings, but they were not of his concern this day. His reasons for taking this trip were of a greater importance than anything he perceived he had done previously. After one of his frequent trips to the University library in Pilin en'templa he had come across a great tome, ancient in it origin and engraved with many runes. Unfortunately rune-lore had not been either a strong point nor an interest of his during his short time as a student but that mattered not. The writting containing within was legible to any of his kind and a great many teachings it contained. It was amongst those teachings that he had come across a prophecy, hidden in the lines of a great parable.
Elenhiri had always considered all things to happen for a specific reason as outlined at the creation of time when the great gods had emerged, and it was for this reason that he knew he was not only meant to find the tome but also to tell it's prophecy. Silently, his cloak wrapped tightly around him and staff in one hand, he climbed the stairs to the temple. A place he had never thought he would have to enter, though somewhere not the less that fate had now drawn him. The tome he clutched tightly, to keep it safe from all the thieving hands around.
It was with ease that the great doors to the temple opened, they seemed to respond to the slightest touch. He entered.
Upon the throne he saw sitting who he could only assume was the great lady herself, either that or her priestess. It mattered not a great deal to him who it was up there as he knew his words would be heard by the goddess, here of all places they would be heard. Another he saw standing near to the throne, he looked of immortal kind but Elenhiri could not tell for sure. Again, it mattered not. He would say his piece and then hopefully exit, without too much damage to himself. Even with his age behind him, he was still foolishly optimistic about how the goddess would take this.
Standing nearly to his full height, his staff bearing most of his weight, he opened the tome with one hand. It fell easily open upon the page he required, resting comfortably within his hand. As he scanned the page for the prophecy he breathed in a deep breath. Then in a loud voice he begun to speak, not caring if he was interrupting a conversation or not for he wanted away from this fell place as soon as possible.
"And Lo, the Great Darkness shall submit unto the Enlightened. And they shall become one, and in their union there shall be created a new heaven and a new hell for all to bear....So speaks the ancient words of the great Tome."

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