I am so numb...
There is something in the air. Can you feel it? Smell it? Taste it? The blood of sweet innocent desire for feudal combat. The nectar of death and decay brighten up my days as I bow to my new found serpentine god. Her scales are more powerful then any others, as they all have tried to imitate her glorious manifestation. In the fields of war I call upon her in the tongue of the old gods. Smiting those who are unbelievers in our cause with thunder and lightning. With sacrifice we shall prevail as our power increases. Hush now, be still and quiet. May you enjoy the last minutes of silence of the dark as the soft moon light shines upon your face... C-can you hear them? The soft thundering drums of war? Tonight the dark lavender sea of stars will be lit aflame with the wrath of Set and his followers. The snake god returns.