Dharan House of Flame
Dharan Hall is a temple built around an ever-burning brazier, where flame is worshipped as both muse and destroyer. Performers gather here to throw old scripts into the fire before writing anew, trusting the blaze to purge mediocrity and inspire brilliance.
A temple devoted to Dhara, reshaped under the guiding hand of Idira DeVrue. Once a place of liberation and light, its brazier now burns higher and hotter, as Idira preaches the firebrand creed of the Red Blade and the Visus Sori. The faithful gather here, cloaked in red, their chants filling the air with the fervor of judgment. The Hall is no longer just a sanctuary—it is a spark waiting to catch.
Fanatical, uncompromising, and aflame with zeal, the Order of the Red Blade is a sect of the wider Dharan faith that has abandoned tolerance for purity. To them, Dhara is not merely one god among many, but the only god worth worship, and they act with fire and steel to prove it. Their arrival in Koh’Las brought with it marching banners and soldiers priests. They stride the streets like wardens, warning of heretics and doom to cow the people into obedience.
The Zetel of Stablos, the town’s old stone-borne temple, already lies in ruins by their hand. They see no room for balance, no space for tradition. Those who submit are branded and brought into the fold. Those who resist find their faith reduced to ash. In Koh’Las, the Red Blade wears the face of a church, but to many it looks far more like an occupying force.
A temple devoted to Dhara, reshaped under the guiding hand of Idira DeVrue. Once a place of liberation and light, its brazier now burns higher and hotter, as Idira preaches the firebrand creed of the Red Blade and the Visus Sori. The faithful gather here, cloaked in red, their chants filling the air with the fervor of judgment. The Hall is no longer just a sanctuary—it is a spark waiting to catch.
Fanatical, uncompromising, and aflame with zeal, the Order of the Red Blade is a sect of the wider Dharan faith that has abandoned tolerance for purity. To them, Dhara is not merely one god among many, but the only god worth worship, and they act with fire and steel to prove it. Their arrival in Koh’Las brought with it marching banners and soldiers priests. They stride the streets like wardens, warning of heretics and doom to cow the people into obedience.
The Zetel of Stablos, the town’s old stone-borne temple, already lies in ruins by their hand. They see no room for balance, no space for tradition. Those who submit are branded and brought into the fold. Those who resist find their faith reduced to ash. In Koh’Las, the Red Blade wears the face of a church, but to many it looks far more like an occupying force.