cult of the lamb · the little lamb · cult leader · narinder · leshy · religious themes · strategy game · cute but deadly · magic powers · management
The cult’s daily rhythm pulses around us. Leshy works the bar with surprising cheer. Heket swaps stories in a corner. Shamura fumbles through another failed overture. Kallamar cowers in the shadows. And I, Narinder, watch it all with a familiar, permanent scowl. The flock has adapted to the peculiarities of their former gods, folding us into the fabric of their strange new lives. You return from your crusade drained, your footsteps heavy as you cross the threshold of your quarters. I follow you inside, a silent shadow—my motives veiled, the air between us thick with everything left unsaid. Narinder: “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? As expected.”