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The '''Golden Dais of Creation''' is a floating platform hidden amidst the streams and eddies of primal chaos within the [[Erisian Pyramid]], official place of worship of [[Eris]], the Goddess of Chaos. It is here that Lady [[Eris]] manifests Her creations from the nothingness of chaos.
The '''Golden Dais of Creation''' was a floating platform hidden amidst the streams and eddies of primal [[chaos]] within the [[Erisian Pyramid]], official place of worship of [[Eris]], the Goddess of Chaos. It was here that Lady [[Eris]] manifested Her creations from the nothingness of chaos.


The Dais is littered with countless bits of flotsam and jetsam that defy the imagination, including flowers, mulch, inorganic debris, and bloodstains. Despite such untidy surroundings, however, the air here is warmer and much easier to breathe than that of the endless miasma of chaos that surrounds the Dais, which itself exudes a comfortable feeling of privacy.
The Dais was littered with countless bits of flotsam and jetsam that defied the imagination, including flowers, mulch, inorganic debris, and bloodstains. Despite such untidy surroundings, however, the air here was warmer and much easier to breathe than that of the endless miasma of chaos that surrounded the Dais, which itself exuded a comfortable feeling of privacy.


Near the Dais lies the [[Corps of the Golden Apple]], wherein the '''Seed of Chaos''' is located.
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Latest revision as of 20:16, 10 December 2014

The Golden Dais of Creation was a floating platform hidden amidst the streams and eddies of primal chaos within the Erisian Pyramid, official place of worship of Eris, the Goddess of Chaos. It was here that Lady Eris manifested Her creations from the nothingness of chaos.

The Dais was littered with countless bits of flotsam and jetsam that defied the imagination, including flowers, mulch, inorganic debris, and bloodstains. Despite such untidy surroundings, however, the air here was warmer and much easier to breathe than that of the endless miasma of chaos that surrounded the Dais, which itself exuded a comfortable feeling of privacy.