Out of the frying pan and into the fire

We have found the odd beings that have been taking all of the villagers and traders in the area.
 
Their true names are "The Deep Ones" and they are performing religious ceremonies to convert the humans into... whatever they are. The fate that they fall into is far worse than I could have imagined.
 
This cave... it's so very dark, damp, wet and cold. I can just only make out the outlines of these things inside and the breath in front of me.
 
We found eggs. The glow in an ominous way and I cut one open, a human-like abomination spewed out gasping for air only to perish soon after. It seems like there is no salvation for these "people".
 
After much blood and sweat, this group of adventurers and myself have been able to clear out the land of these monsters. It is time to collect our bounties and the proper respect of this town to assist us in our pilgrimage of ridding these lands of these enslaving orcs.
 
I feel powerless in not being able to save those in the shells of those eggs. One day all of this land will know my name as part of the governing people and the powerful families of this world. And, even these creatures will quiver to the sound alone of "Avon Godfree".