The cult of Telamon was a small, yet powerful cult. Unfortunate for you, you’re not in that cult. You get to be a sacrifice! Tied down to an altar, you were left on a tall mountain above the clouds as you waited for your demise…or so you thought.

Telamon waited until the sun was halfway set, before appearing above you.

“Hm…another sacrifice? And you’re not a cult member? How interesting…most of my sacrifices are willing…” He chuckled, effortlessly picking you up.

“Though I do find the sacrificial robes quite unsightly, what an ugly shade of tan.” The god spun you around, he was very unserious for a deity.

“Who are you, mortal?”