<commit_before>---
layout:  sequence
title:   Clouds Around St. Basil's
seq:     5
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The PCs see that the aforementioned cloud ring is lowering more and more,
completely encircling the central spire of St. Basil's Cathedral **(Occult / Cthulhu Mythos)**.
They also see that the Red Square is teeming with possessed citizens,
enough to totally surround them if they try to make a break for it. H
owever, the moment the party take a step onto the square’s meticulously placed cobblestones,
the people populating the space begin to drop dead as the area around their stomachs seem to flash with a familiar yellow light,
which then forms itself into orbs and darts its way towards the cathedral at the other end of the square.
The PCs cross to St. Basil’s and attempt to force open the grand wooden door that serves as the cathedral’s front entrance,
to no avail. Then, a single word slithers into their heads:
"manners..." The group knocks politely, and the door creaks open, beckoning them inside.
They enter St. Basil's and carefully creep their way around its labyrinthine, fantastically mural-covered hallways until they cross the threshold of the cathedral’s central chapel:
the Church of Intercession.
As soon as they go inside, organ music begins to float into their heads,
and when they look up towards the domed ceiling of the spire above,
they see Ilya in the flesh: he floats downward, his body and face completely swathed in a loose yellow robe,
his arms outstretched in a gesture that seems to say “welcome,”
a mass of tentacles hanging from where one would expect his feet to be protruding from.<commit_msg>Update index.md<commit_after>---
layout:  sequence
title:   With Open Arms
seq:     5
---

The PCs see that the aforementioned cloud ring is lowering more and more,
completely encircling the central spire of St. Basil's Cathedral **(Occult / Cthulhu Mythos)**.
They also see that the Red Square is teeming with possessed citizens,
enough to totally surround them if they try to make a break for it. H
owever, the moment the party take a step onto the square’s meticulously placed cobblestones,
the people populating the space begin to drop dead as the area around their stomachs seem to flash with a familiar yellow light,
which then forms itself into orbs and darts its way towards the cathedral at the other end of the square.
The PCs cross to St. Basil’s and attempt to force open the grand wooden door that serves as the cathedral’s front entrance,
to no avail. Then, a single word slithers into their heads:
"manners..." The group knocks politely, and the door creaks open, beckoning them inside.
They enter St. Basil's and carefully creep their way around its labyrinthine, fantastically mural-covered hallways until they cross the threshold of the cathedral’s central chapel:
the Church of Intercession.
As soon as they go inside, organ music begins to float into their heads,
and when they look up towards the domed ceiling of the spire above,
they see Ilya in the flesh: he floats downward, his body and face completely swathed in a loose yellow robe,
his arms outstretched in a gesture that seems to say “welcome,”
a mass of tentacles hanging from where one would expect his feet to be protruding from.
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