“I will say it once again and in doing so place my hand in the fire: There are no gods other than Ayvenas in our lands!” a small rotund priest thundered angrily, articulating each word with sharp movements of his metallic holy staff, striking the boggy and overgrown terrain.
“Honorable brother Nobaltus, I would be eternally grateful if you could temper your enthusiasm so as not to upset the balance of this serene temple. You may also damage the sumptuous architecture that belies much of the history of this region so fervently protected by the Angren,” proclaimed the bad-tempered and greying man atop the stone tablet and rune-strewn ground.
The leader of the Order of the Dark Glory, a mace- and shield-wielding and plate armor-clad knight, had chosen an inopportune time to address his squabbling comrades when a triblade weapon stopped him in his tracks.
"Agnar tak’ash nay sa eriye!“ The cry was heard from all sides as the fanatic young warriors of the Angren left their hiding places in the temple ruins and proceeded to attack the expedition.
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