Tragg, a dark priest of the Old Gods.

Tragg had not seen the land of his birth for more than twenty years. He doubted whether he would ever see it again in fact. But if the gods he obeyed and submitted himself to were, in their infinite wisdom and mercy to reward him with dominion over it when they once more had dominion of the world, he would gladly accept. He wondered idly if those who had in the past rejected, or ridiculed him would do so when that glorious day came. He would make them regret that they had he thought to himself, as he walked down the well worn and broad road that led to the largest city of this small kingdom .

Half of his life now, he had spent converting misguided and ignorant souls to the way of the true gods, the gods who had been there before any others and now waited to return, and impose their rule once more. It was Tragg’s fortune that most of those that he showed the way of the true gods were women, women who were young and had been blinded into following false or usurping gods. Innocents mostly, but on occasion older, and wiser women were converted as well. A reading of the right passage of the ancient bound tome in his knapsack, sometimes in tandem with a viewing of the mysterious red stone her wore on a simple necklace around his neck.

It was the stone that he’d found those many years ago while rooting in his neighbor’s garden for some vegetables. The light of the stone had found him, and spoke to him, telling where to find the tome, and to show other the way of the dark gods. This was all done secretly of course. Too many were hostile to the old ways, and those that believed as he did were sometimes killed or cast out. So he was quiet and unobtrusive, moving in the shadows, finding souls of a like mind where he could, and enlightening those that could be enlightened.

The day was sunny and bright, with shafts of sunlight piercing through the green canopy of the tress along the road. He saw few people for most of the morning, but after crossing a large stone bridge that spanned the murky waters of the river Teslleck, he spotted two young maidens walking towards him. They looked to be just short of their twentieth year, both of them blonde and buxom, full of youth. Laughing and joking with each other as they walked.

They both were carrying wooden pails at their sides, and as they came closer they took note of him and attempted to take on a more serious attitude.  Their attire was that of simple peasants with plain dresses of white cloth for the taller of the two, and a light blue for the shorter girl.  Both wore plain leather corsets that gave emphasis to their full ripe breasts.  Tragg smiled at the two approaching maidens.

He had found two new converts to the Old Gods.