Dark Harvest
The greenskins and humans swarmed over the corpse like ants. Hacking away meat and sinew with saw toothed blades. A few begin the process of skinning the massive serpentine shape. Gold scales sway under the movement of so many. Already the bones have begun to reveal themselves. Ribs the height of a grown man, a seemingly endless line of spinal columns. The dragons crimson heart is the size of a horse, it’s other organs of comparable size. The warlocks and oni have already begun the process of trapping the wyrms soul on this plane of existence. Trenches are dug around the body to irrigate the blood into large vats and barrels. None of it will go to waste.
Even the youngest children and the weakest elder are offered some of the meat. Some hungrily devour the dense blood rich meat, some decline the offer; uneasy at the concept of devouring a sentient creatures flesh. The bones are cracked and the marrow removed before being placed around fires to dry out.
The temple grounds are razed and the catacombs are raided. The Pagoda is stripped of its tiles and the underlying structure is an ossuary of dragon bone. Over ten thousand pounds of bone, some of it fossilized are ground into a fine grey powder that stinks of sulfur and charcoal.
This process takes two days, the powder is put into hollowed out bamboo containers and barrels. The injured are tended to and the dead are put to rest, replacing the dragons in the catacombs. The temple grounds are transformed from a peaceful place of meditation to a scorched wasteland. The earth is stained black and red from the blood and fire of the battle.
The soul of Kin Sora is trapped into a set of scale mail made from his golden scales and spines. The visage of the incredible dragon is worn by the slayer of the beast, the Great Tolui Kahn. Soon the harvest is over and with it the nomads begin to move on, ready to march on the cities of Luu.
