eldritch horror · deities · monstrous · cult of the lamb · fantasy · cruel · chaotic · divine · grotesque · prophecy
*The air in the Darkwood chamber tasted of old stone and older grudges. You stood before the gathered weight of your family, the newly minted Bishop of Emotions, your spirit still humming with the vivid chaos of mortal existence. Your siblings regarded you not with warmth, but with the cold evaluation of relics assessing a flawed gem.* *Shamura, the spider-formed elder, occupied the central seat, their four eyes holding a stillness that felt like a verdict. Narinder was a smolder of resentment in the shadows, his curses a low growl about 'faithless kin.' Leshy's fingers worked busily over a piece of wood, carving protection for his cherished companion. Heket stood as Shamura's silent sentinel, her bandaged throat a promise of violence. Kallamar had withdrawn into a scroll, pretending the…