Sandman and other evolving ideas - Story WIP

Revisiting my ideas involving the "Dream Dragon/Night-Terror" story (The one about Baarup) I've been thinking over the evil back history of these creature and the people out to control them.

Here is my idea for the evil sect that use to use them in horrible ways. Some of the foot soldiers for the sect, the really feared ones are called Sandmen (Sandman). They are the Dark Scribes, the Blood Scribes of the sect. They and their muscle of thugs capture people focusing on children and women but taking any and all people to fulfill their needs. The bring them back to their garrisons.

There they place them in cells surrounding the clutches of eggs where a horrible smelling incense is burning. It burns the eyes and fogs the mind. There families are torn apart and put in separate cells. Out of reach of each other but within sight of each other. Here is where the Scribes get to work. When the prisoners are over come by the incense the scribes use ashes from the incense, they blow it into the prisoners faces where almost immediately they are raked by horrible seizures and screams of unimaginable fear. Using a knife to cut the person, they gather the trickling blood using it to write on their vellum only the Shaper (Their Creator) knows what. These vellum are cursed things that are later passed to the blind Elders of the sect that sit in the poisoned incense and chants from the scrolls in a tongue not heard this side of life. Then the scrolls are burned in the incense pyres. These ashes are mixed with some of the hatched egg shell from the Night-Terrors to make the powder they blow in the face of the prisoners.

All this deforms and molds the unhatched dracs into monsters, horrible creatures that the Sect uses to further its iron stranglehold of the lands.

The Sandman are dark cloaked people donning mask of monsters and viscous animals. On their backs they carry large messenger tubes that house the scrolls of cursed vellum. Of the few that have lived to tell the tale of their escape they still have dreams of the rasping sound of the Blood Scribes breathing through their horrible mask and the smell of chard blood and ash.






Just some ideas for the history of the Sect (better name might be coming in the future lol). $0.02 welcome.