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Sylvania Clans wrote:

"Yes father," came back the reply.

"PATER NOSTER, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen," they chanted.

The off ramp lowered as the helicopter came to a stop and the platoon deployed into the century old ruins of a city. Though it was not seen many eyes watched as the soldiers deployed from their transport some tensly held weapons as the watched the trespassers. The helicopter lifted off and made to peel away from the landing when it was struck by what looked to be ground fire from a surface to aire missile. This caused the soldiers to scatter from the landing site weapons aimed out into the ruins around them.

"Michael and Gabriel stay here and try and reach headquarters tell them we need a replacement for extraction and that LZ is being watched," the platoon leader said.

"Will try father Martin," Gabriel said as he and Michael took up a spot that looked as good as any to guard the LZ. With the LZ being watched the rest of the platoon started to pick its way through the ruins. It was as the platoon came onto what looked like a passage leading down into the catacombs of the ancient city that they were set upon by twisted and malformed things. They had clearly been human once but now the things barely looked so. Save for the odd one that still had a human face and even then that just made the thing seem all the more horrifying. The horde of deformed monsters pushed the group down into the passage. It was becoming increasingly apparent that someone wanted the team to go deeper into the catacombs.

After all at any deviation in the passage that looked to lead up it was clogged with more of the monsters that had been keeping in contact with the team. It was only when they spilled out into what looked to be a underground chapel room did the monsters seem to halt as if they would not or could not crossover into the room.

"Welcome children have you come for the midnight mass," a voice rang out. They looked behind them to see standing at the podium stood a man in archaic robes of a man of the cloth. "Please sit would you all kindly," Uris said watching as they became ridged like their spines were replaced by iron rods and limbs moving stiffly. The seventeen members that had made it to this room now face a new horror as their bodies moved without their control. Being made observers as they all kneeled before the "priest" and his alter of a woman's statue.

"I and my congregation are proud each of you have come to our chapel. We also thank you for the part you will play in our great plan," Uris said as he stood before the soldiers. "Everything is ready. Would you kindly slit your throats," Uris said and as one the team was forced to do as the priest said.

The rivers of vita flowed through craved grooves in the floor. Spreading through them to make runes and geometric webs. The red liquid then pooled and boiled from the roiling mass came out the arm of a figure. The skin red and translucent to where the bones could be seen even in the low light of the room. Uris gently took the arm and helped the figure rise out of the pool. First the arm then the figures head and torso. Then, finally her legs her body just as translucent as the rest of her but slowly gaining soldied as the red gave way to pale marble skin giving the "woman" skin like that of porcelain.

"Mother Morrigan," Uris said as looked the figure with reverence those that had gathered joining him.

(Well here it is now to see the reactions.)