Red Cabal- the Blood-Dome Revisited

Go beyond the Jerallinopel, into the hell of wet-jungle, & find the site they call Sedoran. There amidst the over-growth, witch-incisions into the darkness shall avail you unto an ancient Domed Temple, abandoned by aeons, & forgotten by all but Time, which has left its malefactions. Enter.

Strangely there shall be signs of occasion as was held of yore- the blood-spells that were made of incantations writ into ebony-flesh of worm like runes- as tho' made of only late. And in the corner of your eye, a last candleflicker will extinguish itself. The wetness of the floor shall teem; the blood of God is speaking.

There is a book there, open'd:

As "Thou art light made fornication unto false Sleepers" say'd the Pax-par-Alessi, even with Black Hands & thunder-claws roaring 16 Golden times did the Baroness known Kha-bul-Nuit strike at the backs of your East Duchies, turning hale to witch-fire the young of you & ye spent dowagers recoil'd with disgust & distaff envy cast at unsaved Princes who trod nude into the Garden of Dusk, unbaptized, proto-terrestrial.

Look askance at their infant plodding, for they shall soon finde themselves in the bale-blaze nests of Hearthfire Dragons where no savior shall go save to Mock! AE BOET-HI-AH- the soak'd Tusk ALTADOON, the Dragon Mankar Mphaali.