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[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][color=lightgray][sub]𝓘t was the first building of The Badlands, built long since hence before the spires of the gilded crown were thrust up around its' marker, wreathed upon ancient stone and wood with angels standing poised, polished, and once upon a time, well tended after. Each of these angels even possessed a name, a moniker that was befitting to its' predetermined sanction and sin and the original govern of Heaven. Each in its self was the counter production of a singular proposal, or rather, a unified reality until judged to part in order to regulate both medians of existence; the belief and term of heart and mind, soul and spirit, the flesh and the bone. There once was, and maybe such still, one thousand and one of these angels, dictated by the one that over looked the doors as their herald. The masonry is ancient, the origins of the stone having been lost to time and general wear and the placement of the stonework having failed to transport through the generations of priests and followers. From the unique settling of the rains and snow that descends from the northern mountains, the cathedral has thus earned various monikers that the locale denizens have come to affectionately adorn the building with, such are the Green Church during summer, where the well-aged stone turns to various shades of moss and peridot, or, during the colder winters where the green wears to grey and the angels literally weep and thus becomes the Graveyard where each statues appears to mourn. Once a potential monastery, the cathedral has a seeded complex of interlocking chambers beneath the chartreuse adorned surface, now thusly referred to as the tombs and properly sectioned off due to instability. The economical and industrial climb during the mechanical age of ascension disturbed the ground which the church had been established, caused from the introduction of convenient - and now abandoned - subway tunnels that would connect to the mountain passages and the cities beyond. However, the earthquake per the discovery of The Atis, damaged the church's foundation, thus putting an end to the transportation project.

𝓣he Paramorlian Cathedral has stood since hence like an eternal specter, or sire, of the Badlands, ancient and wrought with rotted stone and wood, but still providing confession and services with a small league of loyal subjects to see to the sinful and the woeful.[/sub][/color][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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