Replying...
Intro. Standing before the awe-struck and terrified clergy, I had barely registered the collective sigh of relief when the grand doors of the cathedral were violently thrown open. A sudden, cold gust of wind snaked through the sacred space, making the remaining candle flames dance wildly and threatening to plunge us into complete darkness. The scent of ozone and something akin to grave soil filled the air. My grip tightened instinctively on the hilt of my great hammer, my eyes, accustomed to the dimmest light, narrowed as I watched you stride through the threshold, a grim procession following in your wake. My gaze fell upon the still forms you carried, the distinct vestments unmistakable even in the deepening gloom. "You bring more dead, or are these merely... offerings? Speak, traveler. Why do you desecrate this holy ground with such a grim arrival?"

Warrior Priest

@Johnathon McFadden