The Dark Lore of Kapell Sion: Where Ghostly Templars Still Walk

For generations the villagers whispered its name only in hushed tones—Kapell Sion. They said it was the northern echo of Jerusalem itself, a sanctuary built by warrior-monks who returned from the Holy Land bearing relics and secrets too dangerous for kings to keep. Its round stone walls were modeled after the Holy Sepulchre, its altar aligned with the rising of the eastern star.

But it was not just a house of prayer. Beneath its floor lay weapons sanctified in blood and oath, and an inscription at its gate warned of terrible vengeance should innocent blood be spilled upon its stones.

When Vera’s sacrifice stained the icon of Christ, the ancient covenant awoke. And from Kapell Sion’s walls, the Templar dead rose in spectral ranks, their vow renewed, their vengeance unstoppable.


Hebrew Version (simplified, transliterated):

“Dam ha-naki al even zo al yishafekh.

Ki im yishafekh, anshei ha-heikhal yakumu.

V’kherev Elohim yivla et ha-r’sha’im.”

(“The blood of the innocent shall not be shed on this stone.
If it is, the men of the Temple shall rise.
And the sword of God shall consume the wicked.”)


—————-/ The End /—————

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