Ravenloft - Tser Pool
Violet is the last to leave; while she 'trusts' Zertin (using the word loosely) to be the best choice to seek out any sorcerous beings, mistakes could be made. Or the Sylvain woman could be a being of power, one capable of hiding herself from a mortal wizard's spells. So it is that she finds herself next to the shining figure of Qvar as they exit, with many a backward glance of her own, arrow still nocked.
And a question comes her way.
The young woman blinks; she should have expected this, with her own fearful curiosity about the heathen gods worshipped by her companions. "Abel?" Not an avid church-goer, she takes a moment to collect her thoughts. "Abel was...more than seven centuries ago, the world suffered under the dominion of magic. Cruel spirits and beasts stalked the night. Sorcerers ruled, bending those without the devil's gift of magic to their will. Then Abel appeared."
It takes some work to remember the story in some details. "He preached forgiveness, kindness, and a humanity free from the shackles of magic. Many flocked to Him, and listened to his words. Even humanity's rulers, the wizard-kings of Yehudah, finally grew fearful and sent soldiers to slay him and his followers. They came upon him and began to kill the crowds..." She bites her lip. "They say with tears in his eyes, the boy Abel picked up a sword. And the soldiers faced the Son of God in his wrath."
Drawing a breath, she continues. "Abel travelled the world, throwing down despots and gathering an army. He slew heathen gods with his own sword, and one of their high priests became his most dedicated follower, ordaining him as the Christ - 'the annointed one'. Twelve other disciples of different strengths joined thatman and became his apostles. He defeated Yehudah. He expelled the Sylvain and other satanic beings from our lands. He drove forth the taint of magic. The only true fear was the empire of the Duk'Zarist, and with his holy light Abel convinced them to leave humanity in peace. Finally he faced the last vestige of sorcery within our lands: the ancient city of Solomon, once the capital of the Empire of Solomon that existed in glory before Yehudah, before falling in the Seven Hours of Fire."
The young woman shoots a sidelong glance at Qvar, awkwardly self-conscios and ill-used to speaking so much. "But Iscariot, one of his devoted apostles, betrayed him, his payment thirty cursed pieces of black metal. And Abel Christ died, crucified on the walls of Solomon."
Another heavy breath. "But his Church, the Holy Church of Abel, lives on in the name of Abel and his Father."*
Grimacing, she checks their backtrail once again. "It is the Church of the Sacred Holy Empire of Abel, of the lands of Gaia."
*A rather vague version of the story of Abel, Solomon, the Thirty Pieces of Black Metal and the other parts of the War of the Cross, but Violet doesn't exactly have the kind of skills to know the full story.