And All Things Will End
In the direct center of the village is a raised wooden platform with a beam extended above it. Multiple nooses are tied to it, and dangling from these nooses are half-desecrated corpses. Their bone marrow has long been exposed, and their decomposed skin lies in maggot-ridden ecstasy as it pools below them. A hastily-erected pulpit lies on the platform, a thin body hanging off of it and staring at you with eyeless sockets. Its jaw has fallen off, and it looks like its screaming.
Surrounding the platform is a horrific miasma of gore and death. Dozens of decaying corpses lie contorted in inhuman positions. Internal organs are strewn about so that you cannot tell whom they originally belonged to. Worms and maggots have infested them in rapturous glee, and the unfortunate corpses that they have chosen as their home have been ruptured with tumorous growths. If you listen closely you think you can hear the chorus of a thousand angels screaming at once.
The smell that assails your nostrils is unbearable, and without warning you turn and expel the contents of your stomach. The yellow bile coats a nearby pile of flesh and broken bone, and the insects swarm it excitedly.
Behind you, Aela shrieks and covers her eyes. The sounds of furious sobbing can be heard from behind her hands. Hunter retches, but then stands upright. He surveys the scene with a sort of detachment.
Surrounding the platform is a horrific miasma of gore and death. Dozens of decaying corpses lie contorted in inhuman positions. Internal organs are strewn about so that you cannot tell whom they originally belonged to. Worms and maggots have infested them in rapturous glee, and the unfortunate corpses that they have chosen as their home have been ruptured with tumorous growths. If you listen closely you think you can hear the chorus of a thousand angels screaming at once.
The smell that assails your nostrils is unbearable, and without warning you turn and expel the contents of your stomach. The yellow bile coats a nearby pile of flesh and broken bone, and the insects swarm it excitedly.
Behind you, Aela shrieks and covers her eyes. The sounds of furious sobbing can be heard from behind her hands. Hunter retches, but then stands upright. He surveys the scene with a sort of detachment.