Dream to Be
Kintan
Burning Moon Range
The Burning Globe Temple
Low Sun (Morning)
Set along the peaks of the volcanic moon range a fiery, dry and unforgiving place to be. The burning globe temple, a circular building which followed the natural rock of mountains, a cone shape, growing as it went downwards, covering the mountainside. The cult of serenity was not a place for the faint of heart, or for those who could not stand the heat. A pure expression of the force through fire, if you had a weak constitution you would surely perish. Vahla did not have a weak body or mind, and those that survived here had endured it for many generations, since the cult of serenity had first settled and founded a new home.
Inside the temple was decorated an amber and white shade, a palace of sorts, where the red priestesses did their work, did their readings and lived through their dreams as they became real. Hard to reach, harder to get to, and set aside some of the worst volcanoes known to Kintan, just out of their reach. Almost impossible to approach by foot, guarded by the force's expression of fire and light. There were listeners here, reptilian Nikto that followed the priestesses commands, serving them as they went about their duties. Graceful it was, clean tiled floors, with golden supports and beams, the atmosphere if not peaceful, was enduring, to endure against the elements by being part of them.
In the center of a square room, on sprawling low cushions, sat three senior priestesses of which Sera Inkari was one. Tended to by their listeners who brought them readings, scrolls or refreshments, especially water, water here was needed more than anything else, and valued above credits or jewels. At the very center was the high priestess, an older woman but dressed the same, all had red robes, red hair and were dutifully at work, awaiting an arrival, about an offer they would lean their ears towards.
The force would reveal all, to see what this dream would bring.
Burning Moon Range
The Burning Globe Temple
Low Sun (Morning)
Set along the peaks of the volcanic moon range a fiery, dry and unforgiving place to be. The burning globe temple, a circular building which followed the natural rock of mountains, a cone shape, growing as it went downwards, covering the mountainside. The cult of serenity was not a place for the faint of heart, or for those who could not stand the heat. A pure expression of the force through fire, if you had a weak constitution you would surely perish. Vahla did not have a weak body or mind, and those that survived here had endured it for many generations, since the cult of serenity had first settled and founded a new home.
Inside the temple was decorated an amber and white shade, a palace of sorts, where the red priestesses did their work, did their readings and lived through their dreams as they became real. Hard to reach, harder to get to, and set aside some of the worst volcanoes known to Kintan, just out of their reach. Almost impossible to approach by foot, guarded by the force's expression of fire and light. There were listeners here, reptilian Nikto that followed the priestesses commands, serving them as they went about their duties. Graceful it was, clean tiled floors, with golden supports and beams, the atmosphere if not peaceful, was enduring, to endure against the elements by being part of them.
In the center of a square room, on sprawling low cushions, sat three senior priestesses of which Sera Inkari was one. Tended to by their listeners who brought them readings, scrolls or refreshments, especially water, water here was needed more than anything else, and valued above credits or jewels. At the very center was the high priestess, an older woman but dressed the same, all had red robes, red hair and were dutifully at work, awaiting an arrival, about an offer they would lean their ears towards.
The force would reveal all, to see what this dream would bring.