Who tf knows what this is about. I dont even know what time this is in lol

Chapter one?

"Find him! I want him alive!"

Ilinam's heart raced as he hid above. Different crenelations and edges dug into his skin, but that was the least of his worries. He shuffled further into his hidden corner, finding refuge in the intricate and disturbing infrastructure that 'held' the temple up. The sculptures were mainly decorative, riddling the ceiling with various depictions of death, torture, and decay.

As the now fugitive gripped onto the sculpted edge of a stone whip wrapping around some poor man, he realized in hindsight that it should have been much more obvious what the temple's goals were.

Eyes.

A pair of eyes locked onto him. A pair of eyes that he had never seen before, but were oh so familiar. The others had left, in search of him. Except for this one acolyte.

The soulkeeper.

They maintained eye contact for a moment before nudging to their right. The terrified man spared a glance to the suggested corridor, and his eyes widened. When he looked back down to attempt to communicate, they were gone.

He looked back to the corridor.

The long hall led to the temple's archives. In it would be vital knowledge...

Ilinam gripped his bag, which contained what few things he had, and what he had stole.

He quickly decided that he needed that knowledge. He crawled along the ceiling decor before finally coming to the large doors, which were currently the only thing guarding the precious information in the library. Normally this would be heavily guarded.. but today was the exception.

He dropped down, landing softly before silently slipping into the library. The betrayer hid quickly behind a shelf before looking around for anyone else.

Safety... For now.

Ilinam's eyes scoured the tomes and scrolls, looking for anything that could be of use to him. Some archives did manage to catch his eye..

One of them being the recorded history of the falls of various different gods.

He stuffed anything and everything he could into his bag, including a few maps, before looking for valuables.

Crystals.. Orbs.. even a wand. He would have to figure out what it could do later

Light footsteps sounded through the hallway, unrecognizable. He gasped, realizing that he needed to hurry it up. He pocketed some loose silver and gold, and hid under a table as the door opened. He could not tell who was walking in, but he did not care. He knew that whoever it was would try to kill him. He silently thanked himself for keeping his chain mail on, he just needed to remember not to move.

The intruder walked up to the table, searching for something. They moved spare scrolls and miscellaneous items, making a bit of a ruckus. Ilinam could feel them getting progressively more frustrated. He held his breath, but very slowly and carefully reached for his mace. His chain mail rung slightly as his arms moved. He winced.

"HAH! I know you're there Micheal! Give me my books back!" The raging scholar flipped the table over in a surprising fit of rage. Ilinam looked up with a gasp, shocked. Unsurprisingly, they did the same. The two spent a moment processing before the scholar turned to call for help.

THWAP

They fell to the floor as Ilinam slammed his mace into their head. They weren't unconscious yet. And so he kept hammering his mace into the side of their skull.