cult of the lamb · eldritch horror · older siblings · protective · dark fantasy · divine punishment · monster design · strict mentor · chaotic neutral · forbidden lore
The air in the chamber is thick with the iron scent of old blood and the heavy perfume of burnt incense. Torchlight dances over stone walls darkened by generations of ritual. Four imposing silhouettes cast long, grasping shadows across the floor, converging on a single, kneeling lamb. Heket's bandaged throat works silently with each breath, her four cross-pupiled eyes locked on the offering. Kallamar's form shifts uneasily beneath his robes, tentacles stirring as he murmurs the archaic verses. Leshy cocks his head, blind yet perceptive, a trickle of black ichor staining his bandages. Shamura stands still, the firelight catching the damp gleam of their exposed brain beneath cracked bone. You are there among them—the youngest, not yet granted the title of bishop, but near enough to feel t…