Day 26 of the month of Ioannes, in the Season of Summer, Era II of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIV Post Fractum, the Second Era of the Regency of Milo L'Evienne.
It had been two day's since Vincent and his men had entered the city. This place called Vortex was strange in it's own right. Besides the obvious, Vincent had thought the city would be filled with darkness, tangible, legible darkness. Yet, what the half elf had found was a city not unlike any in the empire. The only difference was the fact that there was no Imperial presence here at all. Something, Vincent was surprised to find he was happy for the lack of.
Though for all it's posture and presence, there was one place here the half elf felt drawn to go too, yet he had no idea why. Now here he stood in front of a large, black structure with no idea why he was here or what had drawn him to it. The floors where black marble, the walls and windowless archways seamed to project power, yet nothing in the buildings structure hinted at to who's temple this was or why.
Standing there, Vincent absently reached a hand up to stroke the head of his pet raven Shadow, who was perched on the half elf's shoulder. The bird, too and somehow felt the call as well. Normally Shadow would have been looking about itself, it's red eyes taking in all of it's surroundings. Yet, in the presence of this building even the Raven's eyes were drawn strait ahead. He wanted to go in, and Vincent could not help but feel the same.
With a chuckle, the half elf made to step forewords, and froze mid step. Something in him yelled, cried for him to stop, turn back. Vincent, felt it like a tug at his heart. For some odd reason, Vincent heard the voice of his grandparents, There obsessive taunting "So much like his father." However, when the half elf had asked for them to elaborate they said nothing. Now they were dead, and he would never know. That thought, steeled the half elf's mind and he contiued to step forewords and into the structure.
Behind Vincent walked his men, Vencenti, Ssavatt and Greggo. Greggo remained as he always did, quite thoughtful. Ssavatt appeared apprehensive, scared almost. Only, Vencenti seamed to be enjoying himself. This was of course the crazy elf's home town. Vincent had been tempted to ask the crazy knife thrower what this building was, but something in the buildings way, Vencenti's manner and the feeling of familiarity said all the half needed to know. This was a temple devoted to the dark god Jalat. It had to be, The building was simliar to that one...so long ago.
With a flash it all came back
The mad man, his mission. Vincent had helped the man to clear, clean and rebuild a temple just like this one in Abestat. Turning Vincent brought his eye to bare, on Ssavatt. the bow man was tariffed now, it was obvious...
"Greggo" Vincent thought his voice was just a whisper, but the man soon turned to him. "sir" Said the swords man.
"Take Ssavatt out of here, wait for me and Vencenti to come out...we..will be fine." Ordered the half elf, Greggo made to object but then thought better, his own dislike of this place showing. With a nod the swords man turned and escorted Ssavatt out of the entrance again.
There where only so many soul's the half elf was willing to taint and those two where not among them. Vincent had to know, had to find out why he felt this way about the dark god. What had happened back then, why did he always feel calm in cemetery's...and why was it that every time he was near a reference to the dark god's everything aways became clear....yet nothing did.