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The priest kneels before the altar. Dark shadows flickering against the walls from the candlelight, incense permeates the air, silence hangs heavy after the screams of the offering fade.
The whip slides from Clive's grip and he turns his face towards the high vaulted celling far above. With anguish on his pallid face the priest makes his plea.
"Lord of Darkness hear me!" "Torment me no longer or grant me strength to do your will." "Have I not served you faithfully all these years?" "Have I not always sought to bring all into your grasp?"
The kneeling figure falls silent once more. The only sound the faint rasp of the sacrifice's breathing. The blood flowing through the grooves in the stone altar slowing. The priest takes up the goblet containing the collected blood and drinks before placing it back into the notch carved for it on the altar. Renewed, the priest of Bane continues his supplication.
"Their very life is a affront to me." "Great Lord Bane your hate strengthens me and tears at me!" "The conflict is intolerable!"
"I can not continue this way!"
With a roar of rage the priest snatches up the whip and thrashes the bound offering until the life is extinguished.
Lost to the frenzy the priest flings the whip away into the darkness of the sanctum.
"I will kill them all!" "All Sundren's armies shall bleed dry into the dust of the land!" "The city with be wreathed in flames until not one stone is atop another." "The ravens will pull the flesh from their bones!"
Clive collapses to the stone floor and prostrates himself before the obsidian altar.
"Forgive me Lord Bane!" "I know your will. I must do your bidding." "Help me to not follow after my nature."
"This gift of eternal life is a curse on my soul!" "I can not bear the pain of it!"
The whip slides from Clive's grip and he turns his face towards the high vaulted celling far above. With anguish on his pallid face the priest makes his plea.
"Lord of Darkness hear me!" "Torment me no longer or grant me strength to do your will." "Have I not served you faithfully all these years?" "Have I not always sought to bring all into your grasp?"
The kneeling figure falls silent once more. The only sound the faint rasp of the sacrifice's breathing. The blood flowing through the grooves in the stone altar slowing. The priest takes up the goblet containing the collected blood and drinks before placing it back into the notch carved for it on the altar. Renewed, the priest of Bane continues his supplication.
"Their very life is a affront to me." "Great Lord Bane your hate strengthens me and tears at me!" "The conflict is intolerable!"
"I can not continue this way!"
With a roar of rage the priest snatches up the whip and thrashes the bound offering until the life is extinguished.
Lost to the frenzy the priest flings the whip away into the darkness of the sanctum.
"I will kill them all!" "All Sundren's armies shall bleed dry into the dust of the land!" "The city with be wreathed in flames until not one stone is atop another." "The ravens will pull the flesh from their bones!"
Clive collapses to the stone floor and prostrates himself before the obsidian altar.
"Forgive me Lord Bane!" "I know your will. I must do your bidding." "Help me to not follow after my nature."
"This gift of eternal life is a curse on my soul!" "I can not bear the pain of it!"