Downriver (02/12/2007)

From the writing of Nalla Mann --Bartender of the Bloody Nall Tavern



As they made their way through the foliage the sun was beginning to set behind the hillside. The stench of charred human flesh grew stronger---it was a distinctive smell and unfortunately it was a smell that they were both familiar with. Cannibalism was still very common in the uncharted regions such as this. Civilization was slow to move into some areas and the Wild lands were definitely uncivilized. They passed a statue that was covered in fresh blood a warning to other tribes that this was their territory and that if one was to enter that their blood would be spilled as well. As they continued –there were more warnings human skins draped over large tree branches –decorated skulls hung from strings over the small branches. This was a terrible place to be headed. They reached an area with several large boulders just outside the camp----They hunkered down behind the boulders and used them for cover—which allowed them to peer out at the encampment which was just beginning its feast celebration. The sun had now fallen behind the hills and the only light was that of the large campfire in the middle of the the camp. Over the large fire was a large spit –that held the remains of a man ---his face twisted in pain slowly roasting above the flames. The first victim of the celebration –for they liked to have something to chew on for when the full ceremony began at sunset. The first victim was usually cooked while still alive with his skin intact—Arms and legs cut from his body.