If there ever was a fairy that was a prime candidate for alcoholism, it certainly was Lethe. The fairy, as small as she was, did not seem especially thrilled about being the shepherd for the assembled group, particularly Brown Cloak who seemed to be quite belligerent about the Goddesses apologizing to his people. This struck Lev as a particularly odd thing, considering in his experience absolutely no one had ever spoken to, or been acknowledged by the Goddesses, unless you were an individual who got back to life to fight the same King of All Things Really Truly and Spectacularly Evil, Including Puppies more times than that overly ambitious Postman ever delivered letters in his life. Well, until now, when the gathered people here all apparently were told to come meet in one of the creepier graveyards in all of Hyrule apparently were spoken to directly by Farore, according to Should be Drinking Lethe. Who knows? Maybe Spooky Brown Cloak would get his answer. Lev wasn’t counting on it. 

So the volunteers who agreed to enter the temple formed up, looking less like a group of heroes and more like a menagerie of misguided tourists, and entered the mouth of the Shadow Temple. [color=teal][I]The mouth of a Hellish beast![/I][/color] Lev thought, scribbling down notes all the while. 

At Lethe’s prompting to state their names, like some cultish initiation [color=teal][I]Oh Goddess, is that what this is?[/I][/color], Lev floated up to the threshold, turning to the group. 

[color=teal]”Uh, hi. Name’s Lev… short for Levitation. Nice to meet you squishy flesh breathers.”[/color] He said, reaching tepidly into the black veil behind him. While he was more or less immune to the cold, the sensation was a very uncomfortable tingling, like everything unpleasant in the world was mixed into a slurry and came cascading down like a very ill advised fountain. [color=teal]”Ecchhh!”[/color] he said, bracing himself as he covered his lantern and charged through the portal, feeling utterly disgusted with the whole ordeal. The outside world had vanished; what was in front of him was much less pleasant.

The Shadow Temple was somewhere that Lev, and indeed most Poes, made a point to avoid entering because there were certainly forces at work in its haunting corridors that were by their very essence far more evil than anything had the right to be. The entire place gave off the aura of a cadaver, the remnants of an ancient colossal dead beast that was repurposed for the sinister purpose of housing some Unknowable Evil. Of course, Unknowable Evil for Lev happened to be a being that bartered for Poe souls, but he was somewhat certain that’s not what he’d find here.

[color=teal][I]Somewhat? My, aren’t you confident.[/I][/color] The Poe thought glumly, looking at the putrid looking stonework and the torches, lined up in a circular pattern, rather invitingly. He held up his lantern, and glanced back and forth between the lantern and the torches. It all seemed far too inviting.

[color=teal]”This is a trap, isn’t it? Like a flaming sack of cow dung on a porch?”[/color] He asked no one in particular.