The following inscriptions were found beneath carvings on the 5 walls of a hexagonal temple dedicated to the ancient dead god Ydersius. The inscriptions were found beneath various carvings depicting snake headed humanoids activating powerful magical artifacts and using them to do horrendous things to humans. The carvings and inscription on Wall 3 had been restored carefully by Ieana.
Should the Slavemen Shoeshod/Chainhanded Taint the Shore,
Circle the Deathstone with bones of the silent minds.
Annoint the Stone with warm blood, last of life,
Claimed by a Blade of Purest Silver.
Invoke the Lord’s Sacred name.
Flesh shall fall, Bones shall Rise.
= Atroposs, Lord of the Dead Ones, Fallen. His Domain Razed. =
When the Slavesmen / Ever Foe Breach Horizon [Our],
Call on our Coiled Lord for Rain,
Serpents of Flame Shall Blind/Burn Them from Above.
Strike Iron with Feather of the Sky’s King Thrice,
Call on the Primal Coil to Empower the Stone
Offer Praise as Warm Bloods Burn in their Ships.
== Hessiel, Lord of the Skies, Fallen. His Aeryie destroyed, Fallen to the Sea. ==
To Command the Very Tides to Rise Up and Eschew What Lies Below:
Empower the Four Sentinel Runes with the Blood of a Thinking Creature
Tempered by the Kiss of a Serpent’s Tongue.
Anoint the Tide Stone with Waters Brought from the Sea
In a Vessel of Purest Metal.
Invoke the Lord’s Sacred Name to Wrap his Coils around the Sea Itself
That He might Lay Bare What Lies Below and Cast Down Your Enemies on the Waves above.
== Myrissa, Lord of Waves / Beneath the Sea, Fallen to our Ancient Enemy. ==
To Command the Heat of Warm Bloods to Darkest Hungers,
And Force The Madness/Hunger Upon Them,
Gather Your Slavemen Without Will At the Stone,
Dash Their Hatchling Upon it And Invoke the Sacred Coil.
As Slaves [Your] Feast, So Shall the Warm Blood Invader Foes.
= Ossiam, Master of the Bloodstone, Fallen. =
Lesser Things are Yours to Command,
The Four Legged and Degenerate Shall Bow to the Stone and Lord [Ours].
Annoint the Egg of a Thoughtless Beast Thing,
With Blood and Venom of Your Birthright.
Invoke the Primal Coil to Join with One Will
The Chaos of Thoughtless Ones.
Offer Prays to Our Lord and Find the Land
Yours to Command.
= Ssialla, Master of Beasts, Fled. =
Carved above the door:
The Abundant Slavemen Shoeshod/Chainhanded Rise
In Breaking Wave-Ever-Breaking Against [We].
Deprivation Abounds/Shall Abound.
In Victory, Great Loss. In Retreat, Proposed,
Query: Better to Burnsphere Sunworld with Plague/Storm?
Or to Sleep-And-In-Sleep-Replenish
While Poor New Masters of Slaves Falter?
The Stars [Shall Turn] Right Again.
Sleep or Fight, to Ilmurea I Flee.
-Typhonia, High Priest of Our Coiled Lord.