Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170725043749/@comment-24685738-20170727184226

As they walked through the entrance, they felt a strange sensation, as if they were being washed clean of... something. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, just odd. It was weird that Loris had reacted in the way he had.

The inside of the Temple was just as grand as the entrance was, with high, vaulted ceilings. Although there was no visible source of light, the rooms stayed bright enough for them to see.

The walls were all carved with figures, probably important people in the religion.

After the foyer, where they were greeted with the harsh stares of old women wearing white robes, probably priestesses, they moved into a large Decagonal room.

Straight across from where they had entered was a large door that looked locked, but the other eight sides of the room were doorways without doors, leading into other rooms.

Loris stopped just outside of one, which had a carved wolf's head above the door. "Eva? Are you in there?" He called.

A young woman stepped out, probably around Arik's age. Unlike all of the other Underelves they had seen, she did not wear the toga-style ensemble, but instead she wore a high-necked, dark blue dress with half cut-out sleeves that went down to her wrists. Her skirt was just as short as Rhaela's, though, and she wore the same gladiator boots as Arik.

Her hair was a dark shade of blue, probably dyed, that hung loose across her shoulders, and her eyes were large and brown. She was pretty, but had none of the striking beauty of Rhaela, but she carried herself with confidence and poise.

Across her forehead lay a circlet made of red-gold, which had a dragon's head extending from the top. "You called?" She asked, glancing around at the assembled group members.