The Ashmoon Temple
Once every blood season, the twin moons align, casting their red light through the shrouded sky—just enough to awaken the Ashmoon Temple, buried beneath mire and time. A faction of warrior-priestesses, and the Sisters of the Ashmoon, begin to stir awake. The corruption of Wicked Heart calling them to do her bidding once more. To corrupt any and all things they come across.
Once every blood season, the twin moons align, casting their red light through the shrouded sky—just enough to awaken the Ashmoon Temple, buried beneath mire and time. A faction of warrior-priestesses, and the Sisters of the Ashmoon, begin to stir awake. The corruption of Wicked Heart calling them to do her bidding once more. To corrupt any and all things they come across.
Once every blood season, the twin moons align, casting their red light through the shrouded sky—just enough to awaken the Ashmoon Temple, buried beneath mire and time. A faction of warrior-priestesses, and the Sisters of the Ashmoon, begin to stir awake. The corruption of Wicked Heart calling them to do her bidding once more. To corrupt any and all things they come across.