by, 09-19-2009 at 01:24 PM (475 Views)
In a small clearing amongst looming trees, black in the moonlight, the head priest finished the opening prayers. Two tall braziers lit the hooded heads of the kneeling worshippers. The head priest, clad in a blood-red robe with green trimming, raised his hands high in the firelight and called for the sacrifice. In his hand gleamed a bejeweled dagger. The enforcers, wearing scale armor under their red cloaks, brought forth a badly beaten, bound, and hooded human.
(parental guidance suggested)
Far off in another land, the head priest knew, the sleeping dragon would be pleased.