One morning as I awoke next to Liza I got this drive, like a burning feeling that did not feel right, my insides were nearly hurting.

I spoke to her about it and we left the open grasslands we decided to sleep in under the stars that night.

We got up and found the exit from the peaceful doorway we had found to get to this place.

On the other side was not the staircase, but a crystalize doorframe with an overgrown path ahead. I am sure wanderers in other times would have felt as though they had struck wealth, yet we had nothing to do with great artifacts or currency. So we let the crystals crash onto the floor with our spells where we needed to – aftershocks in the air.

As we made our way forward we found that the crystals were getting more and more rotten looking, a smell started hanging in the air and it was the stench of blood.

I was deadset on getting to the end of this, we got further and further and the blood grew blacker and blacker – the crystals in their colors were losing their shine and through their cracks were showing dried blood as if this place had long been forgotten.

Sooner or later we got to a pit that dispersed the blood into many directions in troughs, before it was a demon statuette that held a book, which read – to these worlds our blackened blood must flow maliciously.

Liza and I were disgusted and not surprized.

At least I knew where my intuitions bad feelings were coming from. Yet it seems that this place has been here for so long, that this plane had finally gotten hold of someone that can help it.

Through my long stay here in this door-web I must have become atuned to its needs. And as true needs are always good, and those are the only ones I am interested in – I started feeling this illness in my gut.

We crashed a multitude of crystals onto the troughs and made sure their broken – they had holes in their bases that trickled blood into other worlds – most likely more spiral places as a fuelstation and dispersion station of more evil worlds.

Once we had the mess be a true black mess we cast a white spell onto the statuette and broke it into sickened pile of dark gadgetry used for despicable purposes.

The spell we cast was one of reversion and so in turn a few crystals up ahead broke onto the floor and we could see stone stairs running up a hill. Beside it were two channels in which the blood had gotten here.

Hastily we crashed more crystals away from the path and nearly ran up the stairs to get to a giant pool of red blood with a statue in the middle. Paths were running off of it into many directions as we could see corrupted crystal at many places.

The statue was that of a polymastic woman that was raising her arms to a floating orb. She had a giant fin at her back and six fingers and six toes. The blood from the ceiling was dripping onto the orb and flowing into the well.

Was this a place between worlds? A conduit of illness? Blood gathered from one world corrupting another – all to form a cyclic hologram that the poor souls like us have to live in?

We were appalled at the sight and stench of so much fetid blood and the eyes of the statue – they were blackened as if it were crying sadness. Which meant this used to be a cultures main station for greatness and prosperity. This cultures energyspot had been overtaken!

Liza sat in what meditative energy she could produce and notified allies about what we had found. We needed help to get this place healed! Or destroyed!

I sat in help, sending energy and notifying good and divine forces of these realms.

A few minutes in portals started appearing.

About five in succession; fully informed personell started breaking down the crystals that lead to the lower pools and destroyed the demon rituals.

We were able to witness the blood from the ceiling being shut with a collective spell that was cast by even more helpers. And while that was going on one of these fair folk told me: Dravinn, go to the temple. He pointed far above us, as a massive host of crystals broke free and into the blood vortex.

We made our way up the steps that were now visible. Leading upward and upward.

So long did it take that I started jokingly thinking aether did not exist anymore and that I would run out of energy. I hid that thought to myself.

As we got to the top another statue greeted us. We called more friends and those that had made the ways up the steps with us knew what to do.

Behind the first statue, which spiritually seemed to be smiling to me, were statues forming the pillars of the entire temple.

Liza and I were able to watch the healing that was taking place until it was done. It took a few hours and what we could not do we had spells do in slow form while we all made our exits.

The dark would soon know of what happened here and we would know too once they arrive and slay.

This was just a temple, and just a side pocket of a forgotten world – probably at the start of the dark empires reign, so we are glad that it is back in light hands.

As time goes by the light will bolster this place and study it.

For now I think the dark wont care, maybe send some scouts. Any place that is not brimfull of their demented souls they wont care about.

 

I felt heavily uplifted and I think this place was calling me. The ill feeling was gone. I was so glad to have gotten some good done that had nearly nothing to do with personal gain for once.

 

Curiously Liza had found an exit – so we took it.