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10-31-2004, 08:02 PM
This is a place, where people use to worship they're gods. Not a specific god.
No, just any god they pleased. This worship site was created by a man named
Kekaran. My father. Hey didn't worship any gods. But he was tired of
hearing all the arguements that went on about wich church should be where,
to best suit the people. And so he created this one. Relavently close to all
churches. It was once a beautiful place. With bright colors, and polished
stones everywhere. But it is now in ruin's destroyed. A king hated this
church because he thought it was taking people from worshiping him. So he
sent an army to destory the woship site. And so he did, but only one of the
kings men made it back to the castle. And now it never gets warmer, and is
always clouded over, dark and uninviting. Black usually comes here to calm
himself, and to get away from the crowds.
The temple is now black, no one is quite sure how the stones changed there
color, but they did. Some say it was because of Kekaran's magic. Which the
king destroyed, and caused hatred in Kekaran's magic.
The worship site is now in ruins, and only a small part of the building is left
standing. And the stature of Kekaran's seemes to be untouched by the
weather, or any man. There is usually a fog that fills the worship site, a thick
fog.
Black just stands there, alone. Looking up to his father's statue. Pondering to himself, about what it would have been like if he was still her, if the worship site was still alive.
No, just any god they pleased. This worship site was created by a man named
Kekaran. My father. Hey didn't worship any gods. But he was tired of
hearing all the arguements that went on about wich church should be where,
to best suit the people. And so he created this one. Relavently close to all
churches. It was once a beautiful place. With bright colors, and polished
stones everywhere. But it is now in ruin's destroyed. A king hated this
church because he thought it was taking people from worshiping him. So he
sent an army to destory the woship site. And so he did, but only one of the
kings men made it back to the castle. And now it never gets warmer, and is
always clouded over, dark and uninviting. Black usually comes here to calm
himself, and to get away from the crowds.
The temple is now black, no one is quite sure how the stones changed there
color, but they did. Some say it was because of Kekaran's magic. Which the
king destroyed, and caused hatred in Kekaran's magic.
The worship site is now in ruins, and only a small part of the building is left
standing. And the stature of Kekaran's seemes to be untouched by the
weather, or any man. There is usually a fog that fills the worship site, a thick
fog.
Black just stands there, alone. Looking up to his father's statue. Pondering to himself, about what it would have been like if he was still her, if the worship site was still alive.