Virgins and their proper use
We Abysians are troubled by this talk of "lustful naked ladies". Do not misunderstand, dear Deikoon, we have plans for your women: the breeding chambers and bloodstained altars of Smouldercone always need more fresh bodies.
Any unorderly (and untimely) lechery, with goatmen or otherwise, is frowned upon by the geriatric Warlocks, and as for the Anathemants, well, the smell of charred flesh is all they want.
As for me, the unified will of all Abysia, I have composed a poem for you to contemplate:
The sky rent asunder... black-winged devils surge forth from the void...
A maelstrom of crimson fire burns above us... what carnage has thou wrought?
Not sword, ballistae, nor burning brand
Could e'er these walls aspire to breach,
Yet now the city's fall is nigh,
As elder rites black fiends unleash.
-Baal Davar
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