Irasil

You have been brought to the Temple of Irasil by the priests and priestesses. There, they have have chained you to the alter, dressed you in a simple white gown, your face painted with red and black runes, and your hair braided with flowers. You are the picture of a perfect human sacrifice. The priests and priestesses leave the temple, leave you chained to the alter. Midnight strikes, and the temple grows pitch black and cold. You hear someone moving. Hello, human… my sacrifice.