Chrysalis

The Church of the Path is founded on the belief that all things born of the Dungeon belong to the Old Races. The resources that are found there, the territory and space, the mana and, perhaps most importantly of all, the monsters.

Monsters give experience when killed, allowing the slayer to grow stronger. They also contain valuable materials; their cores, primarily, but also the precious substances that make up their bodies, things that often cannot be found any other way.

A globe-spanning entity with adherents in every one of the old civilisations, the Church is a powerful entity with a simple mission: the complete and utter domination and exploitation of the Dungeon.

This view has put them at odds with other organisations, such as the Legion, who view the Dungeon as a danger and threat, but they remain undeterred.

Among the most important secrets of the Church has been their development of the Elixir, otherwise known as Dungeon Nectar. A miraculous beverage that can empower others simply by drinking it, the method of its manufacture is known only within the Church, though many would commit dark deeds to learn it.

- Excerpt from “Power and Influence: Church of the Path” by B.S. Wordsmith

The monster twisted in agony, suspended from hooks anchored into the stone ceiling. Senior Priest Alir tsked loudly as he looked up from his desk.

“Try to be still, stupid beast,” he grunted as he stood.

A quick tour of the chamber showed that the array was still functioning as intended. As he watched, another drop of golden liquid dripped down from above into the receptacle and he nodded, satisfied.

death, monster,” he said as he sat once more and turned his attention to the report

had remembered Alir was the one to first report contact with the ants and ensured

working with others, seizing territory, reports of a tier seven ant, the first in

would be one way to phrase it, unheard of, another. There was

so close together. The Church could clearly see what was coming.

to do with

well. Such a resource. Should they be properly harvested, a veritable river of Elixir would flow through the

them. Kicking the anthill at the wrong time

the letter the

but I value your input. In fact, I wish you to be a key component of our council. We must not make missteps at such

understood it, he was an Elixir specialist, and these

He needed to think.

with a dull light as it worked its magic on its target. The result of hundreds of years of research from tireless priests who demanded that the Dungeon yield to them, this

could not be improved? Extract all of it, that had been the dream of those early pioneers. They had very nearly

ants, just what would Alir do to get his hands on a crop like that. But how? They couldn’t be underestimated, that much was certain. They had survived an attack from the Legion, nothing to sneeze at. It would not be a simple endeavour to

possible to draw on the Legion, though unlikely; they would be too focused on the upcoming cataclysm. The Ka’armodo, the Empire of Stone, perhaps even the underwater kingdoms of the Brathian, surely someone would be willing to assist

darkly to