The lithe and beautiful woman moved down into the depths beneath the sacred tree, the entrance giving way to the dark alcove located beneath. Sitting in the center of the room amongst the pillows and blankets littering the floor, a middle aged satyr sat staring up at the illusion of the night sky.
"I was wondering when you'd come... quiet now, not a word.. just have a seat, Allorah."
Allorah moved in silently and sat herself with the extreme grace of her fae race. Staring up at what should've been the ceiling, she just saw the star field above, seeming to go on forever.
"The worshipers of Shadow follow an often misunderstood path. They reach an altered state of mind and bypass the barriers of reality to play with the fundamental aspects of creation. You said you wanted to explore the po
