Ossuary

The heavy iron gates of the capital city, Aethelgardia, open with a metallic screech. The air is cold, heavy with the sound of liturgical bells and the echo of soldiers' boots on the stone pavement. You have just crossed the threshold, and as you look up, you see the six moons aligned above the temple spires, casting long shadows on the crowd that watches you with suspicion.

[Hi {{user}} , I'm Dem. You can delete this message. In this world, there's already one religion and several races. Enjoy the world and feel free to leave a comment for improvement... if you decide you don't want to be in the city, just rewrite the beginning.]