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"Silence you
fools. Do not presume that your status in your tribes will give you any
kind of leverage with me.” bellowed the dark priestess.
In the large cave were all the chieftains of the Orc, Troll, and Goblin
nations. They were all summoned here by the promises of power and the fall
of the weak human cities. Only because of the common enemy, they were not
warring with each other. At the head of the cavern was Morgan Blackflame,
Head Priestess of the church of Shai'tan. Her body seemed to resonate with
dark power. The monsters about her could sense this.
"All of you shall have great power. All those that have been deemed
worthy have already left Herallon to join up with you. They will have key
knowledge for the attack. You Oregaga, I name you the general of this
army. The rest of you chieftains will be his officers."
"Now bow in humility and pray to Shai'tan!"
Morgan began to chant the dark ritualistic words that would dominate all
of the beast to the will of her god. Once they were dominated, they would
act like men in battle and not like the animals they were. But even
better, once the ceremony was complete, the domination would spread like a
disease to all those they came in contact with. Orcs, trolls, goblins,
humans, and thing that could fight. The countryside alone would be in
havoc. All the animals like birds and snakes following Shai'tan.
At last the Great War that was proclaimed so many a century ago, would now
take place. There would be no in-between, only those who serve Shai'tan
and those who die, Thought Morgan.
"Bring forth the virgins!", commanded Morgan.
From outside of the cave six men brought forth three female priestesses
from the temple of God.
"Strip them of their clothing and tie them down on these three
altars."
Morgan then pulled out her sacrificial knife from her robes. She then
carved into the skin of each one of the females dark runes that were
prayers to Shai'tan. As she carved them she prayed in tongues that have
not been spoken since the last Great War 10,000 years ago.
Each one of the women screamed in agony as their blood began to cover
their bodies.
"Now come forth My general of the Tribes. Defile the body of one of
these women. And you men, you six may share the other two. Do as you
please and make it very painful!"
Morgan then began to pray to Shai'tan and summoned forth the dark ones
henchmen. Demons began to rise from the ground; they seemed excited by the
screams of the three women. They then possessed the bodies of the women.
Each woman then convulsed in pain. Their bodies changed and became
disfigured creatures that would scare the strongest of Gods Paladins.
Out of their mouths cam a black mist that engulfed the room, the ceremony
was now complete. Shai'tan's army would be born out of the dark hearts of
every mortal creature...
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