[centre][b]Blood Freedom; Capital City of Shadowreach; The Palace of Screams.[/b][/centre]

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The Capital was in a riot of celebration, though the Anoredhel were cowering ever deeper. A great child had been born to an anoredhel couple, worse, it was born with skin of fairest white and fairly radiating innocence, a girl child of great beauty despite its young age. The child had been treasured for all of thirty seconds before the Inquisitors had located them, and her. The child was plucked from her parents arms and they were taken by the Inquisitors. 

The scion of the high sacrifice.

And now the great arena of the Palace was packed to capacity. A hundred couples from various species. The Centigors, the Dragon Ogres and the Giants. Though there were only three such couples, Ogres were not a prolific species, but todays ritual was beyond special. The high sacrifice. 

Two wicker giants stood. Within them the parents of the almost magically innocent child were bound in their own giant wicker creature. Between them the two Liches daubed the child in runes so thickly her white skin could not be seen any more than the red blood ink. Rune, Blood and other magics hung thick in the air as the high sacrifice. The four Zombie Giants surrounded them as Regar the Indomitable mounted his throne.

"Welcome to the High Sacrifice!" His voice boomed. 

The cheering was loud beyond simple voices. It was a unified roar. 

Kaleth and Zzevallen began to chant in a deep resonant voice and the Zombie Giants reached down into sacrificial zone with one arm. Each began to lift and the crowd in the stands roared in approval as all those couples within the arena knelt down prostrating themselves completely on the sands. Within each of the Zombie Giant's hands was held one limb of the child sacrifice, the babe not even three days old, being lifted gently beyond the expectations of any who did not know the ritual. 

"Upon this high sacrifice a herd of the Anoredhel have been gathered and prepared for the feasts. But a child was born! A child of innocence. Her parents traitors to the regime. Within the Wicker they are now entombed awaiting the justice we bring." Regar boomed as the chanting raised and finally the Zombie Giants were standing level with one another. 

And then they pulled.

It was a barest fraction of their strength and still the child came apart like it had never existed its flesh being ripped apart by strength far beyond its small body's ability to withstand. And yet... it's blood hung in the air, growing and then bursting outwards to shower the couples below and the wicker. "Be blessed by this sacrifice for you are now married in the eyes of blood and death. Forever and beyond." 

With those words the Wicker Giants ignited with the bloods touch. The Wicker Giants beginning to cavort and celebrate the high sacrifice, the sacrifices within burning and cavorting as the burning giants mimicked the art of intercourse.

And moments later. A horde of Anoredhel began their precession out, with their cooked kind carried between them tears running down their faces. 

It was a time of bloody celebration for the Dragon Ogres, Centigors and Giants of the realm. And the highlight of mourning for their Anoredhel slaves. Their greatest possible hope in life to be attractive enough for one of their masters to keep as a slave to rape whenever they felt the need. Nothing else was safety from becoming their masters next meal.