Scattered throughout the city
THE NATURE OF SHADOW
The location of the body does not matter. Wherever one walks in the Caves Below, they walk amongst Shadows. We live in His realm, always. It is not the body which truly matters anyway. It is the mind; it is the soul. It is acceptance of what simply is. Acceptance that we do live in His domain, and that to thrive we must honor Him.
The soul of a man sworn to the Illustrious Serpent, Lord of Shadows, is not like the souls of other men. Their souls are devoted to false gods, who dare not show their faces or expose their forms in the mortal world. Gods of Valor, who display no courage. Gods of Light, who dare not venture into the Shadows. Gods of Kindness, who take no pity upon these wretched souls. Gods of Protection, who come not to the aid of their beleaguered faithful.
Our God shows us His face. We have seen His flesh. We have seen His might. We ask then-- who is more powerful? The God of War, whom we have not seen lift a single blade? Or the God of Shadow, whose teeth we have seen bared, whose claws we have seen gleam in the low light, whose wings have created a wind that has knocked our foes from their feet?
The people of this City require His grace if they are to survive in below in the Shadows. We of the Shadow will bring them peace. We will bring them security. We will bring them confidence. We will bring them the glory of the Great Shadow.
But we cannot do this alone. We must have brothers and sisters who have glimpsed the Illustrious Serpent, brothers and sisters who have supplicated themselves before Him, brothers and sisters who share our vision. A flock must be gathered.
For those who hark to our words, or feel curious, we can be found at the Temple of Shadow.
-- Disciples Ignatiev and Elijah
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