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Sacrifice Altar

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A cruel sacrificial ritual in progress by the great Faustie. It's on the cover of an rpg module where you find the scene it's inspired by...

A female Half-Elf of milky white flesh and delicate features is being whipped before a congregation of masked priests. This High Priest, named Selvah, has the honor of welting the Half-Elf’s tender skin under his knotted leather flail. As he does so, the High Priest also quotes chapter and verse to those present – reiterating the importance of debauchery and blasphemy when attempting to wake Dread K’tulu. At some point, High Priest Selvah may be heard saying, “If there’s one place the Lords of Light should never peer, it is man’s subconscious.”

One of K’tulu’s star-spawn undulates off to the side in a heap of half-formed organs and limbs, slimy, tentacle, and watching with its sinister glaring eye
 
The last hours alone, with only the holy writings as companionship, preparing in body and mind, ... while down that corridor, they too ... have been preparing everything. Now it's time to fulfil that destiny...
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Ready for the ritual
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stretched on the altar
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Priesthood and its privilieges...
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"Oh Great One! We offer unto you this most humble gift! We pray that its unworthy flesh will sustain you! Hear our prayer...."

The long line of sacrificial maidens, which stretched back into the temple's main hall, listened in silence to the priestess' booming voice as she repeated her chant of supplication each time one of the women was presented and fed to the creature. Acolytes guarded both ends of the procession, but there was clearly no risk: some of the offerings quietly wept, some hung their heads, some simply stared ahead with a listless look, but all had accepted and were resigned to their fate. And so, slowly, one by one, they marched obediently to their own doom....



Story inspired by this art by Torvaskone
 
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