A Prayer to Vilgemar spat forth a Preacher,
He Left to Eolaria's domain, laid scorched and flat,
Through the Eye of a needle that watches all the same,
Down a long, Old Road to split from Cloth and Sea,
Onto a Righteous path, laid by colors once of Asaredu,
And the Rightful Preacher found Respite within tunnels Straight.
Secure in his home, in the Woods with the Worthy.
-=<>=-
It is no longer safe to gather in the streets.
Hold fast to your faith.
(Underground Unionist Temples will open soon. Find me IC or solve the riddle for their locations. The riddle is intentionally convoluted as fuck. I highly recommend using the Wiki if you play someone familiar with the faith.)
(Please also note that the Temple is still in construction; roleplay is still possible, but ideally comes later.)
