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Username: Garuru
Name: Templum Capitibus
Race: Temple
Gender: None
Color: #DDAA00
Description: Templum Capitibus is an averagely-sized temple seemingly made entirely out of skulls and bones. Its entrance is a gigantic skull that has a mystical power over those that see it, beckoning all inside it. Inside it, a cult resides. This cult worships the mysterious powers of the bones. They are a gruesome bunch of people who have taken to exposing as much of their bones as possible without killing themselves, and they then paint these exposed bones with gold paint, made from crushing the bones of all intruders.

Items/Abilities: Unwary visitors will be creeped out, and try to escape. However, they cannot. Inexplicably, the temple becomes an unescapable maze, and it whispers to its victims. It tells them of lies and deceit, revealing all the truths in their past. It tries to convert its victims to the Cult of Skulls. If it fails, its victims are crushed into mash, and all of the flesh siphoned away. The remaining bones are then carried to a repository, where they are then used in horrifying magical rituals.

Biography: The Temple of Skulls was first discovered in a featureless empty desert, rife with cracked mud. A lone wanderer chanced upon it. He was immensely fascinated, and yet repulsed. Seeing nothing in sight, and beginning to get a little tired, he made the foolish decision to walk in. The first room he came to was a lone antechamber, with a gold-and-ivory plated mosaic in the center. It only had one passage forwards, into the back. The second room was a much larger room, with a high domed ceiling, depicting a cherubic landscape. Only it looked like the cherubs had been painted over sloppily with black paint. There was, again, only one passage forwards. It led back to a room similar to the first, but it looked distinctly more faded. The passage forward, however, was blocked by an unmoving door seemingly made out of gilded bones. He went back into the second room, and immediately noticed that the landscape was now made of darker colors, and paint was starting to peel away from the cherubs, revealing decidedly inhuman eyes. Feeling weirded out, he broke into a brisk trot out into the first room. But it was not the first room. This one was square, and lined with a different ebony-and-gold mosaic. In the center was a crate. He did not bother looking inside, only thinking to run. As such, he barely noticed the landscapes of the ceilings shift, and the former cherubs turning into skeletal demons and devouring maidens of the land. The maidens' expressions only grew more and more grotesque, as grimaces of pain racked their entire body. Mysteriously, their bones had been left behind, leaving them as mere skeletal corpses. If he had stopped to pay attention, he would have seen that the corpses were not paintings at all, but rather arrangements of actual bone. Finally, the ground opened up in an antechamber that was ebony-and-onyx. He fell in. Bony spikes penetrated every square inch of his body, expertly missing every bone, and, as he lay there bleeding, he heard one last voice before his flesh was messily eaten away, from the feet up.

"Cepi tibi..."