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Lingering in the whispers of bars and gossiping maids is rumour of an inhuman temple arisen to an ancient platform, circled by the seas. It is said to feed only on magical clothes, some say every kind, some claim it only accepts the best. What is constant, however, in every tale is the altar and it's promised prize. The mouth that seems deep as the darkest void itself echoes with voices that ask for more sacrifice and each time promise that the blue steel of warriors shall flow in the veins of the world, should it be satisfied. Many have brought it their gifts already, but it is slow to fill and grant it's boon to this plane of existence.

(This is an ongoing quest in the world that will grant veins to a new type of ore once complete. Efforts from every player will be combined to complete it.)