The street outside the church is empty, with not a soul in sight. The sky is gray and seems to threaten snow. The pavement is rutted and worn, littered with loose cobblestones and other signs of disuses and disrepair. The only sound is the cold wind blowing, and the awful metallic squeak as it blows the iron gate open and shut.
gate to street, Outside Church
person
sacrifice
I am an animal sacrifice to the water gods. I am the bringer of good fortune when I am left behind. I stink of rot and filth.
Someone please, help me! Who are you? what are you doing here? I'm an animal meant to be sacrificed to the damned water gods. My god how did you get away??? My captors went off somewhere and I sort of just... limped away. Quick, let us get you to a doctor. Thank you so much! What a horrible thing to happen, we must go to the next town over. How far off? I fear I may not have long to live. It be a few miles, but we cannot trust these townsfolk to not be part of this church of the Water God. That's true, I'm not even sure of what town we are in. Yes it is quite the shady place is it not? Not a person in sight...