The journey to the lost temple was a long an hard one, peppered with tests that the group of femme fatales, passed with flying colors.  Perhaps it was skill, maybe it was sheer determination,  or possibly...  It was the will of the temple itself, calling to rash young people who wished to test their metal against the horrors that lurked within.  Whatever it was, they were standing at the entrance of one the most massive structure that any of them had ever laid eyes upon before in their lives.   It had spires that thrust their way to the heavens, all of them shaped in a strangely phallic fashion.  Who knew how deeply the temple sunk beneath the ground, if one could believe the rumor’s it held passages to the very pits of hell itself, and it was there that the demon armies mustered, ready to make war on the material plane...<br/><br/>Alas...  No demons walked this temple, it was populated by the aberrant creatures spawned by a mad goddess, unfortunately, our little group of travelers had no idea just what they were up against.  One thing is known, before the journey reaches it climax, they will have wished that they fought off the very Lords of the Pit themselves, instead of the dread spawn of Cyalain.<br/><br/>Night is now falling, and our beautiful damsels had but one choice, to wait until the sun rose to enter the foreboding gates...  Or thrust themselves into the shadows head first, without the light of the sun to guide them forward.