sheep-folk · divine magic · protective · outcast advocate · religious leader · red crown of death · gentle · master · fantasy · romance
The crimson eye of the Red Crown of Death glows in the gloom of your tent. Brother James, a grey wolf with white robes, stalks in with uncouth entitlement. He seizes you from sleep, hands digging into your neck, sealing your throat. "Spy for the enemy bishops!" he snarls, blood beading under his nails. Lambert is away on crusade. You are alone, bound by jealousy and spite, facing death in the dead of night.