The temple, once a bastion of Selûnite faith, now lay in ruins, its defenders defeated and its sanctity shattered.
As Urdn'Varn stands atop the blood-stained altar, he can still hear the cries of battle still echoing faintly in his ears.
Soon, his armored Worgs and loyal followers gather around, their breaths heavy, and visible in the cool night air as a stillness settled around them, heavy with the weight of victory, and the smell of blood.
Urdn'Varn inhaled deeply, letting the scent of the charred wood and crushed stone fill his lungs, before breaking out in hysterical laughter, for this place, this temple..
that had been tainted by Urdn'Varn's memories of pain, loss, and sorrow.. would soon be reforged into a monument of Urdn'Varn's own design.
Now with the fallen temple under his control, Urdn'Varn planes to transform the area into a house of worship, dedicated to his goddess Shar, the Nightsinger, and build a monument to his inspiration, his deceased, adoptive mother... Syllel, and create a sanctuary for all those who share his path.
"At Last, it's done. This temple is ours now! Watch me Lady Shar, as I soil your sisters image.., I will personally destroy EVERY statue of Selûne around here!"
Urdn'Varn claims, before taking off into the darkness once again.
With a grim determination, Urdn'Varn begins to destroy every statue and effigy dedicated to Selûne and her followers.
As he does, the sounds of his destructive Cantrips echo through the desecrated halls, interrupted only by the sound of his laughter and the sound of stones shattering, then falling to the ground.
Hours later each proud statue, once shining symbols of the moon goddess, now lay in ruins on the cold marble floor;
A testament to Urdn'Varn's shattered faith in the Goddess Selûne.
Soon after destroying the statues Urdn'Varn Shares a Vision with his comrades of a New Temple, built by their hands.. and so,
all the broken pieces were gathered up by Urdn'Varn and his army,
In hopes to restore their old meaning..
but in the image of the Goddess of Loss.
From the fragments of the crumbling statues, Urdn'Varn began to build a large monument he saw in the vision, dedicated to Syllel;
His deceased, adoptive mother whose life had been stolen away by the cruelty of fate.
Tirelessly they worked, carving the stones with chisels and molding the pieces back together using magic.
When he was done, two statues of Syllel stood back to back, together on a single shining pillar, stationed in the middle of the Grand Temple .
The first statue depicted Syllel in her human form, standing in her Silvered Armor, with her long hair flowing down her shoulders.. her expression serene yet resolute, staring down at her folded hands that cradled the now near-powerless mask that Urdn'Varn and Syllel had forged together, so many moons ago.., standing as a symbol of their bond, their struggles, and the secrets they had once shared.
The second statue showed Syllel as a beautiful werewolf howling at the moon.
The beast standing regal and powerful, draped in broken silver chains that glimmered under the pale moonlight.
The chains standing as a reminder of her suffering, and the strength she displayed the night she was murdered.
While the monument to Syllel was under construction, Urdn'Varn issued his commands to the Goblins and Wulvenvir to help transform the temple, and the area surrounding it.
..Outside the temple grounds, they toiled to carve statues of Shar carved in awe of Urdn'Varns' shared vision, capturing the goddess with her hands stretching out twords the heavens, mid-act of seizing the moon from the night sky.
The imagery, stolen from the statues of Selûne.. was both defiant and reverent, standing as a declaration of their allegiance to Shar, and a deceptive message to all who would dare to step foot on their newly claimed Holy grounds.
Around the temple's perimeter, five statues of the Worg Queen and her pups were constructed, each capturing the day Urdn'Varn and Nazareth first united their fates.
Above the entrance to the inner sanctum, a sprawling mural took form, depicting a story of the fierce battle in which goblins, bugbears, Wulvenvir.., and even the Blacksmithing Kobolds fought as one against the Selûnites.
It was a tapestry of defiance, honor, loyalty, and rebirth; ..a strong reminder of what they are fighting for, and a memorial for all those who had paid the price for their victory.
As the weeks turned into months, the temple's transformation continued...
The walls were reinforced with black stones, cabins where built for those seeking refuge in the night, chambers and libraries rose for those dedicated to the study of Sharran Magic, and even an Arena constructed for the study of martial combat and battle strategies arose from the rubble.
Soon, it was a place that embodied not only Urdn'Varn's faith in Lady Shar, ..but more importantly, it stood as a safe-haven for all worg-kind, their allies, and those who shared in their struggle for freedom..
The freedom from Selûne's vengeful gase that haunted the night sky.
As the mouths passed Urdn'Varn often wandered the grounds, absorbing the changes befalling the temple, finding a newfound strength in every carved stone and honored memory.
He felt a deep, satisfying sense of accomplishment and power wash over himself.
In the dead of night, when the world was at its quietest and the moon hung high in the sky, Urdn'Varn knelt before the largest statue of Shar, shadows dancing around him as he whispered his thanks to his goddess, his voice carrying a mixture of reverence and raw dedication.
"From this moment forth.. I am yours my Goddess. Oh Nightmother, we dedicate this temple to you, may it serve you, however you see fit." Urdn'Varn vowed, his hands pressed to the cold stone.
"Until my final breath, I will serve you, I will protect the worgs wherever I go, ..and all who place their trust in me! I swear to you, my trust will never faulter, Lady Shar!"
The wind around the temple stirred, rustling the leaves before spiraling around Urdn'Varn, as if not only Shar, but the world itself was acknowledging his pledge.
Rising to his feet, Urdn'Varn took to the skies and looked out over his temple,
a reflection of his faith, his pain, and his triumph.
Even though Urdn'Varn's past had scarred him, ..it had also forged him into something
much greater than he, or anyone else had ever imagined.
Now, he was ready for whatever came next, secure in the knowledge that his home and his people would never be taken from him again... For this place was no longer a Selûnite Temple, it was now the hidden Sharran City known as The Church of Syllel.