Message of Worship

    Within the dark walkway a deer like creature, a Stygian, with a  lighter brown coat and a darker brown pattern resembling that of vines  crawling up each of his legs. Bramble begins walking forwards in a dimly  lit room located much further down a twisting path than any other would  dare to go while carrying a small sack in his mouth. Upon getting  closer the room turns into a dim red, encompassing a shrine of sorts.  This “shrine” looks more like a statue, completely of marble with  intricate detailing as if almost alive with multicolored orbs, rings,  and a small crown above head that are as still as the rest of the area.  Old dusty guns laying propped up against it that still look functional  embedded with golds of different patterns on dark grey, almost black  wood. 

    The coffee colored  Stygian gently sits the almost full faded navy pouch in front of the  stone shrine as an offering to the newly remembered celestials, the  weighted bag sliding open slightly to reveal dark gunpowder inside.  After a few moments the powder raises from the satchel slowly splitting  off to surround the statue and fill the old weapons.Causing thick dust  that no one could see through until almost as quickly as it began, it  ends, giving life to the Page Stygian now before Bramble. “Thank you for  remembering me little one. You must know, but I am the Celestial of  Plunder.” he says while giving a bow to a surprised Bramble.