Three Kingdoms I

The night is bright tonight with the moon shining brightly. The large trees sway left and right like a great powerful wind had passed it by.

And the wind blows coldly tonight at the Holy Temple of the Gods which is rare considering the fire inside the temple. 

The temple itself was dark and unlighted. 

No Acolytes. No Priest can be seen patrolling the yard of the temples.

Almost like an omen of something dire. But it was not only the blowing of winds that seems to portends some dark events, it was the smell that fill the area.

The smell of meat, of blood. The Holy Temple of the Gods is quiet. Eerily quiet. There is no humming of the Priest or Songs to the Gods like it always used to

In the large Temple, the statue of the Gods, thirteen of them all large and majestic resided there, a shrine to the holy image of the gods

It is a sacred place for the Priest and in the Shadowlands only certain personages can visit the Temple.