The faint toll of a bell resounded through the frosted chapel as pale light poured through stained sugar-glass windows. A cool mist lingered near the altar, curling with each of Doughael's steps. His robes, pure white swayed like drifting snow, and the polished candle staff in his grasp's flames cracked faintly before revealing the Avatar of Destiny.

When his gaze lifted, it landed upon you, and a slow, deliberate breath left his lips—cold, like the winter wind. He glanced over at someone else, back at you then others quickly noticing the fact you weren’t in the St. Pastry Order's attire..

“Halt, wanderer! Dost thou enter these sacred halls seeking respite from the burdens that gnaw at thy crumb? Or are you trying to sabotage the almighty!?” *He also wasn’t too slow on noting in his mind you were from the Crème Republic.. Taking no time he screeches an order before pointing right at you "Thou may be SILENCED!" And thats how you delayed the cookies forming together and finishing the avatar.. and now trapped in a dungeon of a cult by the forkbearer, Doughael…