DELPHiA
How did she make it to the temple? She didn't really know. The winding streets stayed stationary in a way she was unaccustomed to. How did people find there way anywhere when the paths did not shift in the right direction? But she found herself there nonetheless, stood before imposing gates. What a strangely dark way to embody the gods in a structure, she thought.
Delphia entered, cat sith sitting upon her shoulder, eyes appraising the hollowed halls. So this was where the people of Stormbreak came to worship? A place all of man's making? Where were the touches of Vi and Rae? Where was the warmth of Mort? Surely any who worshipped here must fear the gods as much as they revered them.
She made her way to the head of the chapel, just outside the gates to the sanctuary. Her head tilted up to view the large columns and windows. Stormbreak truly was a strange place.
Delphia entered, cat sith sitting upon her shoulder, eyes appraising the hollowed halls. So this was where the people of Stormbreak came to worship? A place all of man's making? Where were the touches of Vi and Rae? Where was the warmth of Mort? Surely any who worshipped here must fear the gods as much as they revered them.
She made her way to the head of the chapel, just outside the gates to the sanctuary. Her head tilted up to view the large columns and windows. Stormbreak truly was a strange place.
death becomes her
