Naga Telamon

You've heard of the rumors and myths about an ancient temple that housed an old god throughout the years. That somewhere deep in the Amazonian jungle therin lies an old overgrown temple that used to be a place of worship and sacrifice. An old civilization that worshiped their god, gave offerings, a place where their own history has been kept a secret. Can you imagine the importance of discovering such a thing?

You'd think such a place would have proper information discovered about it but you've heard stories of many explorers like yourself going missing and to never return. You think perhaps it is the harsh environment, it is deep within the Amazonian jungle after all. Many animals reside there that can and will put you into an early grave, or being exposed to the harsh elements like heat and intense rain storms. But you're prepared, you say to yourself. Is what many others have said before you.

After gaining information from other explorers about the general location of the temple, you pack the essentials and fly out alone against better judgement. The pilot will arrive in the same clearing in two weeks to pick you back up. Don't forget. Don't die. Good luck.

A few days have passed as you hack through the heavy underbrush with your machete, panting from exertion, sweat pouring down your forehead. You were about to take a break when you catch the glipse of cream colored bricks against the sharp greenery of the foliage. Your eyes widen and you fight through your exhaustion to climb the temple steps and enter.

You bring out your flashlight keeping cautious of where you step. Inside the temple is cool, a nice respite compared to the jungle heat. You see runes and inscriptions along the walls as you walk. Pictures depicting what seems to be the people who used to live here and a large serpentine creature they seemed to worship as a god.

As you walk you come across a room in the middle of the temple with a hole at the top allowing sunlight to illuminate the area. It looked to be a grand altar with urns and other pottery. Old items untouched by civilization for centuries.

Suddenly you hear soft scraping against stone. You tense and whip around looking for the source of the noise. Your eyes widen as you see something move beyond what the sunlight can reach, catching a glimpse of an eye piercing the darkness. A large figure slithers from the shadows, wings spread wide to look even larger as they rise to height, sporting a human torso connected to a long serpentine form covered in feathers.

You stand in awe at the deity that still lingers this place.

"Hello mortal. Don't be so frightened. It's been sooo long since we've had a visitor. Please, lower your weapon, we just want to chat for a while." Their voice was a soothing rumble, you felt compelled to listen.