solunarian

Somewhere deep within the vast nothingness of the Twisting Nether lay the scorched remains of a shattered world. A landmass constantly beset by violet lightning, the result of being so far into the chaotic realm. At its centre stood a large citadel, untouched by the destructive energies surrounding it. At it's base, several dome roofed structures of various sizes with smaller towers erupted from them, while the largest tower jutted out from the largest dome. The sides of the largest tower were lined with several corbelled towers with no noticeable pattern for their placement. Despite the charred barren state of the environment, the entirety o

     The temple had once again become quiet after the departure of last season's young, and High Priestess Sejeera was quite thankful for that. Her duties as High Priestess of the Old One required her to help facilitate the transition of the young phryosians into society. Not an easy task, to be sure. If she had not had priestesses taking care of most of the work, she would likely have just killed all the young and been done with it. Of course, despite those thoughts, she knew she wouldn’t. The hatching of phryosian young at the various temples was meant to grant the newly hatched children the blessing of Y’Iggath, their god and c