Delicious Carnage.

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When done with his daily sacrifice to his deity, Sorn feels like something is missing, when was the last time? oh too long, and who or more likely what would be fitting for this glorious purpose.
"helmet horrors, nau too much metal, hmm... xaaas, they should do nicely, now to lure one to our green little abbils, Xas.. it shall all be worth it, how many, maybe a few, nau ten of them would be more than enough, the green ones must be missing ussa aswell, xas it has been too long, come now ussta malla beasts, dos must naut fall behind, usstan expect much of dos".

Sorn watches as the beast wrecked havoc amongst the goblins, he enjoyed it like ancient wine, taking it all in little by little, and how better the taste was when he was then one that sat it in motion, he couldn't do anything but smile and cackle, it was as he intended, it was glorious.

"oh dos did splendid ussta umberhulks, now, lets see how far dossta carnage will go shall udos?" Sorn's laughing and grinning was nothing compared to the noise of the festival he was the host of.