The thunderous voice of Pentharian resonates across the realm, "Years
ago, the
beacon of goodness and hope was destroyed. The Chrysalis Basilica was
engulfed
in an inferno that destroyed all within it and left the Paladins and
Priest
without a home."

The thunderous voice of Pentharian resonates across the realm, "After
countless
attempts by the forces of Evil, Chaotic and Dark siblings, I was forced
to move
the reconstruction of the Basilica to a plane out of the reach of their
minions
and their divine influence."

The thunderous voice of Pentharian resonates across the realm, "It has
been
hidden from them, but the time for hiding is no more. The Chrysalis
Basilica
has been reconstructed and improved and will take its rightful home in
Shallam
once more."

The silken voice of Lord Twilight emanates from the shadows, "Egads,
Pentharian. I don't recall giving any of My children orders to keep the
re-construction down. Are you getting paranoid on Me?"

The thunderous voice of Pentharian resonates across the realm, "Yes
brother, I
do not expect ye to admit to it."

The silken voice of Lord Twilight emanates from the shadows, "Aww. Why
would I
admit to something I didn't do? I do believe you are indeed getting
quite
paranoid."

You notice a large ball of light shoot into the sky above Shallam,
leaving a
trail of sparkles in its wake. It stops abruptly and begins to slowly
pulse,
causing the sky above the city to shimmer and falter as if it was a lake
that
had just been struck by a pebble.

The tempo of the pulsing increases until you are forced to shield your
eyes
from the glow radiating from the gem.

The divine voice of Gaia rings out from the forests of Achaea, "Really
Twilight, must you rain on everyone's parade? Don't you have Children to
order
about or something?"
A weak male voice shouts, "Begone, Lord Twilight!"

A stream of crackling blue fire sizzles across the sky.
Rayvn has been slain by the might of Lord Twilight Trismegistus.

A resounding explosion rips across the heavens as the sky above Shallam
is
ripped apart, giving birth to a enormous magical gate. Winged being flit
all
about the rim of the portal, armed with flamed trimmed blades and
quivers of
arrows strung across their backs.

As you look on, the form of Pentharian followed by Lorielan can be seen
rising
from the from Shallam to stop before the great rift.

The silken voice of Lord Twilight emanates from the shadows, "Delicious.
Thank
you Rayvn, that is just what I was looking to do. You have provided this
ancient God with much amusement."

His arms outstretched, Pentharian casually makes a beckoning motion
toward the
portal and you watch in awe as the morning sun slowly become a
kaleidoscope of
colors as the magnificent Chrsalis Basilica comes forth from the gate.

The two Divine beings nonchalantly stride across the sky, the great mass
of
glass and stone in tow behind them before finally stopping before the
site of
the old Basilica. With a broad smile, Pentharian nods at the structure
and it
falls upon the crater, landing lightly and removing all semblance of it
ever
being there.

The silken voice of Lord Twilight emanates from the shadows, "Great
work,
Pentharian and Lorielan. Now perhaps you can begin to do what you are
supposed
to be doing and save the world from "Evil"."

The divine voice of Gaia rings out from the forests of Achaea, "Rayvn, I
suggest you learn to speak to the Gods with respect. I find it rather
distasteful when I am forced to defend that particular Brother."

Badly edited, but there you go.

Mazur.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Scarlatan, in the year 301 AF.