A few years ago, on a sunny afternoon, but for the town of White Stone, it was the beginning of a long night.
It wasn't a large-scale army siege; it was a missionary corps dressed in white robes, including a hundred fully armed knights of the faith.
They arrived at the ancient stone shrine dedicated to the Dragon Ancestor in the town center.
This was the spiritual sustenance for generations of townspeople, as the old priest Cohen was telling the children stories of the dragon knights.
Bishop of the Golden Feather Flower smiled as he approached and spoke in a tone full of pity and compassion: "Poor children, you have been blinded by the beast's lies for too long. The dragon is a greedy reptile, and the Golden Feather Flower is the only truth."
The old priest Cohen raised his magic staff in anger to resist: "False gods are not welcome here!"
The bishop merely sighed: "Heretic, your soul is already rotten and needs fire to purify it."
