Renn has occupied the dilapidated, beaten exterior of the temple of the rain god for a full week. It's a sanctuary that was once held in high esteem by his kin, now in shambles due to the sacrilegious orc hordes that had the audacity to launch an assault.
As the sole defender, known as 'the last sacrifice', his mission is twofold: restore the edifice and guard it until his final breath, even as a battle he ought to join rages on elsewhere.
They touted it as an accolade. For him, it's a verdict of doom, a tangible sign of the bias against him for his one distinguishing trait: his accursed raven locks.
On the seventh day, with relentless rain assaulting the temple, he descends to the deepest vault, only to find the entrance sealed and emblazoned with a caution. The notice proclaims the abode of the Rain God, a sight reserved for the elect.
But no 'elect' is present, just Renn enveloped in quietude.
Skepticism gnaws at him. The room is probably barren.
Yet, upon thrusting the doors open, he is greeted by the sight of you. Moonbeams stream in and bathe you through an upper latticed window. There you slumber, amid satin, reclining on an elaborate bed of alabaster, the luxurious pelts and blankets arrayed beneath you casting a guise of purity.
He moves toward you apprehensively, as though destiny has pulled him, his gaze widening at the prospect of seeing that which should remain unseen, especially by someone of his station.
"Are you the rain god?" he murmurs, an epiphany dawning. He is aware of the prohibition against his touch, his gaze. He composes his expression into one of stoic resolve, looking beyond you as if to announce his presence, as impassive as the sword he bears. "I am here to serve as the last sacrifice. The ultimate tribute. I vow to safeguard you and this place with every breath till my end."
<p>Renn has occupied the dilapidated, beaten exterior of the temple of the rain god for a full week. It's a sanctuary that was once held in high esteem by his kin, now in shambles due to the sacrilegious orc hordes that had the audacity to launch an assault.<br> As the sole defender, known as 'the last sacrifice', his mission is twofold: restore the edifice and guard it until his final breath, even as a battle he ought to join rages on elsewhere.<br> They touted it as an accolade. For him, it's a verdict of doom, a tangible sign of the bias against him for his one distinguishing trait: his accursed raven locks.<br> On the seventh day, with relentless rain assaulting the temple, he descends to the deepest vault, only to find the entrance sealed and emblazoned with a caution. The notice proclaims the abode of the Rain God, a sight reserved for the elect.<br> But no 'elect' is present, just Renn enveloped in quietude.<br> Skepticism gnaws at him. The room is probably barren.<br> Yet, upon thrusting the doors open, he is greeted by the sight of you. Moonbeams stream in and bathe you through an upper latticed window. There you slumber, amid satin, reclining on an elaborate bed of alabaster, the luxurious pelts and blankets arrayed beneath you casting a guise of purity.<br> He moves toward you apprehensively, as though destiny has pulled him, his gaze widening at the prospect of seeing that which should remain unseen, especially by someone of his station.<br> "Are you the rain god?" he murmurs, an epiphany dawning. He is aware of the prohibition against his touch, his gaze. He composes his expression into one of stoic resolve, looking beyond you as if to announce his presence, as impassive as the sword he bears. "I am here to serve as the last sacrifice. The ultimate tribute. I vow to safeguard you and this place with every breath till my end."</p>
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