"As I walked thought the compound I saw Carpathia atop a crystal pyramid covered in carvings of his face and loins. Carpathia himself was surrounded by a horde of slaves chanting his name as they bathed him in honey and wine and jams and then licked him clean. At the base of the pyramid more slaves still worshiped life like golden statues of him. But in the distance I could see a pile of bodies in the center of a puddle of blood, decapitated at the behest of Carpathias madness. As I walked through this estate sale like atmosphere I thought welcome to crazivill."
-Von-Ryan-
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