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In a distant land, High Priestess Alexandra Morgaine woke with a start this evening. Something was wrong and the winds seamed to have picked up from the mountains. She put on her white cloak and walked outside the balcony from her upper level quarters, one of her many private rooms within the temple walls. She looked toward the Eastern mountain and all was calm. She looked toward the western mountain and felt the wind drifting her way from there. Something was coming her way and the demons who roamed the lands in the form of lions and lionesses felt it too. Their cries caught her ears at all hours, even inside the temple walls. She wondered what was coming, but that was just one of many thoughts of her duties to her god and his followers. They saw her as their matron who oversaw the gathering of food and fruits of the vine for blessed wines. She just hoped that those who were coming had an equal respect for the land and her god. Though any visitors would be welcome as long as they did not use the name of Barnabas in vain. At least so long as they did not try to claim the temple as their own from first glance.

The Temple of Barnabas was strong in it’s build. On the outside it was nothing more than a stone structure, but on the inside it’s true beauty is seen.

Within the walls lay several private chapels. One is white in color with a white statue of Barnabas adorning the alter. A second is colored in black with a black statue of Barnabas adorning the alter. Three additional rooms remained. One room is covered in murals of demons fighting mortals. This room contained a large marble table of stone in the center. The final room was an alter with a single demoness heading the alter.

The center room of the temple is a bare room with black and blood-red marble covering the walls and floor. A single alter lay in the front, with a few doors leading to the private sections of the temple, reserved for the priestess, though none had come here for training in a long time.

This high priestess was strange in her own ways. Strong in magic and physical strength. Her followers lived nearby, waiting to serve their god in war. War that had not come to this land for several years. Her hair was as bright as spilled blood. Of her pets, they were of a demonic nature and roamed the nearby mountains that surrounded the temple. The temple itself was located on the valley in the center of a vast mountain range. However, the temperature was always warm with the flame that remained lit as in years past.

The Priestess was full-blooded elven with tan skin, red hair, and eyes green eyes that shifted from being dark and light depending on her moods. In regards to her parentage, they were drow and high elf. From this, it was her nature to understand the need for warfare as a high elf and take her pleasure in what it offered her as a drow. Her territorial nature was distinctified in both. She was full in figure and tended to wear modest dresses of a light or heavy material depending on the season of the year. Most tunics were not that modest in the back, being low cut enough to show the various runic symbols tattooed when she became a priestess and high priestess of her own temple. They were the marks of those who lead the faith in the old days. Such things died out long ago.

As a child it was her appearance that made it possible for her to train as a priestess. She was considered to be blessed when she was born for her features. She would have made a war lord happy had it not been for her chosen path. At least as she was she was not forbidden from the bounds of marriage, though she never gave any thought to it.

She was powerful in her magic, and many wondered if she could control the weather. Much of this magic comes from a blood bond to a matron demon that almost killed her when she first came to this land to establish a temple. Any real control of the weather was unconfirmed, and not seen as possible. Only a God would be powerful enough to control such things. It was obvious that she was no goddess. She knew the common toung of the people as well as an ancient runic language known to exist in many lands including this one. All the books she kept were in this runic language as little was written down in such vernacular languages.

She held a special bond with the one demon who almost killed her. A blood bond that saved her life, and granted her the gift of seeing through the eyes of the female demon and any offspring of hers if she chose. She often let that pass from her thoughts as it mattered little much of the time. Though in times of war she utilized this gift to her advantage.

The land between the mountains was covered in various stone circle gateways. Theses gateways were of a dark stone from the mountains. The translation of the words was literally the direction that the gateways lead to past the mountains. There were eight gateways in all surrounding the temple.