A Special Delivery

[Talexis]

A man approaches the pagans to the North, holding nothing in his hands but two blood dripping bags. His gray robes now red with the blood he just spilled. The pagans surround him, shrieking and preparing for a battle but the man simply drops to his knees and holds the two bags up.

He speaks in his pagan tongue, "I am a friend, raised in a tribe that serves the Lady of the Woods. It was my father's tribe, they lived in the forest serving the Lady of the Woods before those Decusians with their weapons of flame burned down our home. I have brought you offerings of peace."

He then spills the bags open, the heads of the guards and inhabitants of the refugee camp roll all round them. There must be at least 50 heads. The hearts just splat down on the ground, blood still seeping out of them.

"I have spilled Decusian blood, and shall spill much more. I wish to work together in service of the true goddess, the Lady."