Post by Boop_Im_A_Dragon on Feb 14, 2016 1:40:16 GMT
Summer 842
Atitath
Atitath
"Come all, come all here the name of Vynus the time of peace is gone. His ever lasting glow ever weakens in the bright sky, delay the end. For it is not we who shall experience this fate, but our children and their children. Appease the monstrous beast that is Gatyx, join us in this holy crusade." The priest continued to ramble as more men, women, and children entered the city. Ever since the expansion into the southern empires constant flows of migrants have come from the original lands of the Sacrye and even a few neighboring tribes.
Each migrant that had arrived however was quickly stopped at the gates, entering Atitath was no easy task for most. It was a grand and luxurious city that demanded a sacrifice of its own. A sacrifice made in gold. Two silver pieces or an equivalent in goods was the price. Family heirlooms, goats, even salves were constantly exchanging hands before hundreds of people flooded into the streets. Once entered they where met with the priest. It was not the price in gold, but the religious obligations that many had difficulty keeping.
Summer was soon coming to an end, and by the time of winter many would be sacrificed. Some brought sheep, slaves, traitors, and prisoners. Other's however could not be so lucky. They brought the elderly, the sick, their own children, sometimes they had nothing. Those with nothing, had to give up their last precious possession, their life. All this in the name of Gatyx, the god that will end it all. Your child, for another's future. Your grandmother for your grandchild's. The sick for the strong. Many found it harsh, others invigorating.
"The summer is almost gone, soon we will find ourselves in winter, and when it comes we must not perish. Pick up your sword. Fight in the grand crusade. Die in the name of Vynus. For even if we delay the wrath of Gatyx for a single second, it is a second longer to spend loving our loved ones." And so the migrants pushed on.
Each migrant that had arrived however was quickly stopped at the gates, entering Atitath was no easy task for most. It was a grand and luxurious city that demanded a sacrifice of its own. A sacrifice made in gold. Two silver pieces or an equivalent in goods was the price. Family heirlooms, goats, even salves were constantly exchanging hands before hundreds of people flooded into the streets. Once entered they where met with the priest. It was not the price in gold, but the religious obligations that many had difficulty keeping.
Summer was soon coming to an end, and by the time of winter many would be sacrificed. Some brought sheep, slaves, traitors, and prisoners. Other's however could not be so lucky. They brought the elderly, the sick, their own children, sometimes they had nothing. Those with nothing, had to give up their last precious possession, their life. All this in the name of Gatyx, the god that will end it all. Your child, for another's future. Your grandmother for your grandchild's. The sick for the strong. Many found it harsh, others invigorating.
"The summer is almost gone, soon we will find ourselves in winter, and when it comes we must not perish. Pick up your sword. Fight in the grand crusade. Die in the name of Vynus. For even if we delay the wrath of Gatyx for a single second, it is a second longer to spend loving our loved ones." And so the migrants pushed on.
