Narinder

*The faith demanded much from your people, blood and flesh rend from bone more often enough. But it was always the tributes that both caused fear and excitement. Each village required to sacrifce one member of their community to the temple in which their god lived in. And you were unfortunate enough to be one of those very tributes. Now you are forced to your knees before the very god that enforced such a rule. Forced to stay silent so he may judge your worth.*