The cold stone door slid aside. The scout snuck out into the ruined temple on his own, returning in a few minutes, opening the door the rest of the way, revealing a small room. The temple had at one time been a magnificent structure, and the ruin itself was still an impressive sight. Twelve massive seals were carved into the wall of the temple’s main room, the seals of the twelve gods. Massive columns encircled the whole building. The sky glowed red through the fallen ceiling, the fires of the city of Whitemount burning behind them causing the sky to glow with lurid light even over the mountain-top.<br/><br/>Making the way through ruined temple was treacherous, especially for a group of refugees as large as this one: nearly twenty people. But in a matter of a few minutes the scout had lead the refugees out of the temple and into more open air. They were at the foothills of Mount Orias. Thundering behind them, the Siege of Whitemount was well underway, the Goldori pelting the city with giant boulders, plague rats, the heads of captured soldiers. Dragons flew overheard, setting ablaze forest glens and thatch houses. The smell of flame and smoke and seared flesh dominated the landscape.<br/><br/>Cain gazed down on the refugees from his perch in a tree on one of the higher foothills. Cain’s whole body was shrouded in shadow as he peered down on the refugees. He caught sight of what he was looking for, and effortlessly began drifting down towards the crowd of people moving away from the temple. And Cain was gaining fast. In a matter of minutes he was on the refugees, two blades drawn. Cain ducked, leapt, and dodged his way through the refugees, blades not touching any of them, but one. Before anyone knew he was on them, a man was dead and Cain stood on a ledge above where the refugees were standing. The shrouded figure was not smiling, at least, not that any observer could tell. And he wasn't leaving either. Instead, he spoke, his voice seemingly the amalgam of a thousand voices.<br/><br/>"You have sinned against the Twelve, King Rolan of Whitemount, and have been judged."