Great lusty gods, that is a lot of dead animals.
At least a dozen of them. Goats and chicken and cattle, all of them disemboweled and tossed aside carelessly. They surrounded an...an altar?
It was a crude thing, a couple of stone slabs holding up another, horizontal stone slab. Slightly glowing runes were etched into the stone and emitted a weak vapor.
A kind of horrified curiosity drove Zephan out of the cover of the tree line. The animals looked like they'd been butchered hours ago--the gore that covered the ground had started to dry and congeal. He ventured up the little hill toward the altar, his face a mask of disgusted fascination.