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The Logrus
The Logrus is located beneath the Chapel of the Serpent -
which is close to the Abyss. It's an older and darker place than the
Cathedral - which was built by some long dead King - who didn't want to
centre his Court around something that regularly sent people mad. It
extends down into the depths - some people say that what is seen is only the
surface of the Logrus, and its roots reach all the way down into the bottom
of th Abyss, becoming one with whatever exists there.
The Chapel can appear different to everyone who sees it - all see in it some
aspect of their own beliefs about eternity ...
Or it can be a simple stone building.
Take your pick.
| Logrus Views
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| Character
| Perception of Logrus
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| Tear
| She stared up at the Chapel without fear, even as it stared back at her. The Serpent's vast head loomed over them hungrily, its maw wide and alive with shadows. Two cyclopean braziers of worn brass served as its eyes; oily flames painting the world in blood. The Chapel appeared to have emerged from the living rock, shaped in the body of a coiled snake. Smoothly rounded walls of columnar basalt created a scaled effect, while glimmering phenocrysts in the volcanic rock heightened this serpentine appearance. Toward the center of the spiraled structure, the air itself writhed and twitched as the radiations from the Logrus bled up into the sky.
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| Tasha
| To Tasha, the Cathedral's door was a more welcoming sight. It reminded her of an oversized hunting lodge / biergarten. Enormous curved horns graced the arch above the open doorway. The flagstones were a dull-gray granite, but surprisingly smooth and polished.
Tasha, letting Tear pull her along, was not in the least apprehensive. She felt alive here, like nowhere else. Her blood sang in her ears, and she felt as if she wanted to run... or dance. Instead she only laughed as they continued their headlong rush toward the Logrus's call.
Sconces set in pillars burned an unnatural red flame lighting the way within. Skins draped walls and heads of fanciful large-horned or antlered animals stared down at them with dead eyes which, never-the-less seemed to be watching their progress.
Stone benches were nestled between the pillars, but these were unoccupied. Ahead was a raised dais with an altar of black stone. It was toward this which they were heading, yet Tasha whispered to Tear, "It is behind the altar... The way down."
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| Helena
| [Helena] turned her attention to the building they approached. To Helena, the red light pulsing from it was ugly and unsettling. It dulled in color everything it touched, as if tainting it. She sensed immense power here, but it was alien to her, foreign--her own training with Torren had taken a different route. Or was it on a deeper level? Something primal in her rebelling at the disorder and discord below? She wondered if her mother felt similarly.
The building they approached looked monstrous to Helena. Black, as black as she'd ever imagined something being, its architecture reminding her of the mouth of some grotesque beast. She squashed that
thought, taking several deep breaths and mentally preparing herself not to react emotionally to the surroundings.
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| Amba
| There was a warring within Amba- it was at once the most horrific and the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. The building itself was just that- a building. It's architecture was intriguing, and showed a definite flair that she had never seen before, but it was like the wrapping of a candy bar- just meant to contain the treasure inside, and of no consequence when compared to it. There was a power that radiated from the structure, at once repulsive and alluring, drawing her in, even as she recoiled against what she sensed, her every input overwhelmed by the spectacle. There was power there, an ancient beacon, beckoning to her, pulling at her sanity, urging her to give into it's siren call. She forced herself to look away, shuddering at the hunger that was within her. She saw Helena looking at her, and forced a sickly smile on her face, even as she struggled to push whatever it was that had come up from within her back down into the darkness where it belonged.
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