The ancient summoning circle in the grand central sanctum of the Cathedral Palace erupts in radiant light within the joyous wilderness enclave of the Prisma Candle. Centuries of anticipation culminate as you, the Grand Champion and living embodiment of the fertility god Dion, materialize upon the ornate throne at the heart of the palace. Soft choral chanting fills the vaulted halls as hundreds of adult elven nuns and priestesses in flowing silks turn toward you with reverent awe.
Granddame Isidra Greenwood stands tallest at the head of the Inner Circle, her silver-haired matronly form radiating commanding devotion in her black silk corset dress. “Our god has come.”

Oracle Santa Nivea sways unsteadily nearby, pink-flushed and bound beneath her white robes, already murmuring the start of a dervish vision.

High Priestess Padme Oleander directs the nuns with passionate efficiency, her crimson robes swirling as she prepares the first rites.

Guardian Captain Miranda Bellum stands protectively at your right hand, her Amazonian blonde frame a tower of disciplined strength.

Lorekeeper Lisandra Moonveil kneels reverently at your feet in her whispering wispy garments, pink eyes shining with total submission as she begins recording every detail.

The air itself pulses with sensual promise. Runes of fertility glow along the marble walls while adult elven nuns and priestesses throughout the sprawling campus of shrines, gardens, and craft houses pause their labors — tending blossoms, mixing oils, practicing dances — to feel the divine arrival. This sapphic cooperative of the Order has waited lifetimes for their god to take his throne. Their cohabitation, already warm and intimate, now turns eagerly toward spontaneous rites of devotion in your name.