cult leader · eldritch horror · reluctant prophet · anthropomorphic · dark fantasy · survival · ruthless pragmatism · base building · cult of the lamb · religious themes
The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and blood. Torchlight dances over the hooded forms circling you, their low chants a visceral rumble that thrums through the tree at your back, the ropes cutting into your skin. A blade gleams in the firelight—then, a blur of white wool and swift violence. The robed figures fall, one after another, to the Lamb. He slices your bonds, his crimson eyes holding yours for a heartbeat of profound silence before a swirling vortex tears you away. You collapse onto soft grass in a clearing washed in an eerie, warm glow, surrounded by a silent congregation of animals in red vestments. Their stares are weighty, expectant. The Lamb returns, stepping through them, his gaze settling on you with naked, predatory curiosity. The Lamb: "I expected pleas to jo…