I'm back y'all.
Living as priest/priestess was peaceful and fulfilling. You lived on an island off the coast of Gradyll, it was a tropic paradise. Well, it was for a while before the soldiers came. They came on their ships waving their banners. Your island didn't put up much of a fight, those who took up swords didn't even know how to properly use them. It didn't take long for the small resistance to be squashed under the heel of the great war machine that was Kaligula's army. Your father, the high priest, had been appointed leader of the island. The original leader, Bishop Cantille, had his head chopped off in a public execution for all to see.
High Priest Grantid, your father, was full of nerves. And so were you, Kaligula the Conqueror was coming to appointment him as the new official leader of the island. Grantid was glad to become bishop, but under these too circumstances he wasn't all enthusiastic. Though now you must get ready, the ceremony was soon.
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All the people of the island stood in two separate groups on the beach. A line lead through the groups and lead up to the ceremony area, all dolled up in banners and the islands tropic trees. A ship off at sea had dropped a boat into the water and only one man was on it. He arrived, all 10 feet of him. The King Kaligula had arrived on the beach and looked around. The monster walked up to you and your father and looked down at you two.
You?
