Tuesday, November 12, 2013

100 Words a Day 453

“Praise the Sun!” the lizardman priest said, raising his arms to welcome the dawn.

The adventurers looked down from their cage, wondering if the monstrous humanoids would eat them raw or cook them first.

Adulations complete, the priest turned and addressed the guards. “Bring the humans down.”

The guards ascended, their scaly feet making the structure shake with every heavy step. They opened the door and gestured. The adventurers filed out, their trepidation evident on their faces.

When they reached the bottom, the priest turned to the assembled congregation of lizardmen. They stood as one and stalked towards the adventurers.

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