Literature
Draknor: The Curse of Agratta PT3
(Warning! First half of this chapter contains our protagonists getting hurt and tortured in a brutal fashion, but second half will be him getting his just desserts) The days slipped by and the castles mood became more festive than ever before, the day had come. Thurn was dressed in his best robes, a splendid sword at his side. His captain of the guards smirked as he had Draknor’s sword resting on his shoulder marveling at the size and heft of the blade, and the excellent craftsmanship. Ylla was in attendance with the rest of the serving girls, she had dreaded this day. She hated these days, the time of sacrifice where some poor soul wound be presented to their dark god as a sacrifice. It was always a terrible sight to see the sacrifice, their screams, the blood. Ylla did her best to not look to turn her attention to serving refreshments. The food was laid out, the court was in full attendance to receive the blessing of wealth and good fortune that would come from their