The once proud and obviously beautiful, once magnificent church that was once dedicated to the most holy of Gods now lays in utter ruination, the white marble flooring is about the only thing sturdy that this place has anymore. facing the east, there is a broken down and damaged beyond repair alter that had been ornate and pour, the holy iconary still sits here, though it has obviously seen better days. Along the enterences, you are greated by statues of saints, their faces have been smashed away but the work of human hands, their hands and anything else that wasn't as strongly attached to the marble bodies has been destroyed with time, only the main trunk of their bodies remain now, a broken testiment to a house that the Gods of Good have turned their gaze away from, and the cruel mockery of the Darker power has made manifest. Walking into this place at first makes you a little sad that something like this would be allowed to be in a state of disrepair, but that feeling then shifts to one of panic and face clawing dispair. The alter has been stained with blood, and the only statue that his actually hole has a black, tar like substance flowing down her face, there is nothing collected at the bottom, and whatever the black substance is doesn't appear to be fresh. It's still rather unnerving, though, even without this feeling of dread. The peers have been broken down and subject to wood rot over the years this place has been abandoned, the stained glass windows hold little of their former glory left and even the confession is a sad state of disrepair... but if you listen careful, you hear a man's weeping coming from the confession booth. Its soft, faint and if there is any other noise at all, it would be lost to you. But if you are in a still atmosphere there is no mistaking it, looking in where the sobbing is coming from, there is nothing but moth eaten fabric and a seat pillow laid bear, spare the iron springs that was in it. If one was to go to the other side with the drape closed, however, there would be a silouhet of a man sitting there, waiting to confess his sins at the right hour, holding his hand over his eyes, his shoulders rising and falling as he weeps.
To the Southwest corner, there is a staircase that looks strong enough to support weight. This leads to the bellfry.
If one were brave enough to gaze upon the alter and look closely enough, there is a black burn mark in the offering plate, the shape of a silver dollar is saved in the middle of the charred gold offering plate. One side of the holy symble that has been reset has a dent on it, and it covered with old blood. the side of the alter is also awash with old gore that has trailed down and ended up on the floor, though by the looks of things, someone clearily attempted to clean this up. Not far from the confession booth, there is a small room where some old dusty preacher and nuns robes are hanging, and desk with a few notes and books far too worn and smudged to ready any longer sits waiting to be read, something that will clearly never happen agian. Other than that, there is little in this room, seaching the desk proves that it is locked.
To the Southwest corner, there is a staircase that looks strong enough to support weight. This leads to the bellfry.
If one were brave enough to gaze upon the alter and look closely enough, there is a black burn mark in the offering plate, the shape of a silver dollar is saved in the middle of the charred gold offering plate. One side of the holy symble that has been reset has a dent on it, and it covered with old blood. the side of the alter is also awash with old gore that has trailed down and ended up on the floor, though by the looks of things, someone clearily attempted to clean this up. Not far from the confession booth, there is a small room where some old dusty preacher and nuns robes are hanging, and desk with a few notes and books far too worn and smudged to ready any longer sits waiting to be read, something that will clearly never happen agian. Other than that, there is little in this room, seaching the desk proves that it is locked.
