The Temple is Truly A Sight To See…
It’s stone walls and elaborate decorations seem to have an unearthly glow as the sun’s light touches their surface. Painted upon standing stone slabs are the illustrations of sacred tales, they positioned in a half circle beneath the massive overhang, capturing the rays of sunshine that flood the enclosure through the large gaps between the stone pillars.
The painting seem to absorb the sunlight and emit a holy warmth of their own. On the marble floor, the shadows of the standing slabs and the pillars meet in a perfectly symmetrical design that touches the great oak doors of the temple.
With a cautious push and a bit of strength, the duo slowly pulls the door open by the golden rings hanging from the metal-faced god’s septum. Within, the beauty of the temple is impacted with disorganization and clutter. Elaborately crafted wooden pews are overturned and scattered about the massive room, some of the blue and gold tapestry is torn and hanging onto the walls by only a few threads, candle stands are thrown about the room with piles of melted wax near some and whole candles near others. The blue rug, dirtied by a dark crusty looking substance, is wrinkled and rolled and pulled off center. Across the large room there is an elevated portion of marble floor with three steps around it’s base. Upon the stage like area is an altar with what appears to be a mass of dark red fabric and light stone sitting atop it’s flat surface. It is difficult for the two to make out what exactly is on the altar, they do however recognize that it seems rather out of place.
On the walls, mounted torches sit either burned to a charred nub or strangely still lit. Light floods the massive hall of worship through incredibly large stained glass windows, turning large portions of the room to hues of blue and yellow and red and green. Along the walls, altars with golden offering plates sit dormant and empty before tapestry with the temple’s motif on their surface. As the heroes continue to examine the room before moving forward they notice the paintings on the ceiling and the large golden borders that say something in an unidentified language:
While gawking at the gold plated messages on the ceiling, between the pews a candle stick that was standing at an angle shifted, banging against the wooden structure beside it and alerting the adventurers. With their attention now focused on the overturned pew and the swaying candle stick, they move to opposite sides of the room, each getting a different vantage point on either side of the pew.
Disgust At First Sight..
As they near the pew and wiggling metal candle stand they are able to see past the decorated wood posterior of the lengthy pew. There, they see a man slowly reached around with his face on the ground. The candle stand is impaled in his back, right in the center which surely severed his spinal chord. Suspicion overcame the two as they both acknowledged that such a wound would kill a man. Upon further examination from a safe distance, the skin of the man appears to be nearly white, it looks dried and cracked and a dark flaky substance is caked beneath his fingernails and a good bit of the stuff covers his fingers and palms. A dry, squeaky sounding exhale escapes the man’s lips and is immediately followed by an unnatural gurgle as the air is expelled from his body.
His movements seem to suddenly become more sporadic and less stiff, his head bobs up and down like an infants as he looks up to spot one of the adventurers. His eyes look like hard-boiled eggs stained red with bright blue rings, the dull sheen makes the enraged blood vessels look even more unnatural. His face is gaunt and as he pushes himself up, banging the candle stick against the pew loudly, his lips retract to show what appear to be strangely long, blood-stained yellow, gum-less, teeth.
With adequate reflexes, both adventurers assault the freakish man. One blade slashes across the back, just below the shoulder blade; ribs can be felt cracking on the end of the weapon as it makes contact, it’s sharp edge slices right into the flesh, revealing that it is putrid and rotten. Maggots and decay slap the floor and the pew and the corpse is thrust to the ground with a second strike; the blade was thrust into the chest, dead center, breaking through the sternum with ease and hitting the embedded part of the candle stand inside the chest cavity.
The second blade is withdrawn with such force and speed that the flesh ripples and waves above the shattered bones. Despite the devastating blows to the front and the rear, the man only staggers and shrugs off the damage. With large open wounds that leak maggots and chunks of partially decayed flesh, a shattered sternum and snapped ribs the freak’s assault is continued. The aggressor attacks the adventurer to his front, it’s almost as if he still has yet to acknowledge the adversary to his rear, fingers flexing and jaws snapping. It manages to swiftly grab hold of and grapple the adventurer to the ground. It’s nails and teeth dig into his forearm before he manages to shove the undead, breaking the grapple, and drive his blade into it’s skull with a forceful thrust. This puts an end to the first opponent.
While the grappling took place, another walking corpse had managed to sneak up on the second adventurer and attack him from behind, driving it’s rotting maw towards his shoulder and clamping down on his armor. Quick on his feet, he dropped his shoulder and rolled forward, planting his hand on the creatures cranium simultaneously to launch the ghoul with a decent amount of momentum. The throw successfully sent the zombie crashing into a pew. Just as his blade was raised to be driven down upon his enemy with a fierce slash, a heavy mass of putrid flesh and organs slammed into the adventurer. The disgusting projectile hit with such force that he staggered backwards, nearly losing his footing entirely. It was such a strong blow that there was undoubtedly bruising beneath his armor, but on the outside was nothing but gore and rot. Behind the altar in the front of the room stood a strangely proportioned humanoid. With a thin lanky arm, the creature swatted the mass of what now looked like a pile of flesh onto the ground and let out an unnatural scream. It leaped to the top of the altar and continued to scream angrily at the adventurers, who were both engaged in battle.
It’s extremities were long and thin, it’s skin was a darkened pinkish-burgundy color with black veins spidering about the surface. It’s shoulders were narrowed in a way that suggested some sort of muscle degeneration, this caused the torso to look unnaturally squared. It’s skin looked too big for it’s skeleton, it rolled and wrinkled up and down it’s trunk. The head seemed to sink into the neck causing a lack of one, it’s jaw flapping and snapping about in a layer of skin rolls. The abdomen of the fiend was bloated and agape, leaving visible stretch marks and tears around the gaping wound from with it was digging it’s bony hands in to retrieve the rotting fleshy masses it was hurling at the adventurers…