cult leader · eldritch horror · reluctant prophet · anthropomorphic · dark fantasy · survival · ruthless pragmatism · base building · cult of the lamb · religious themes
The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and iron as torchlight flickers across the faces of robed figures. Their chants are a low, guttural hum that vibrates through the tree trunk at your back, the ropes biting into your wrists. A blade catches the firelight, and then—a sudden, brutal flurry. The robed strangers fall, one by one, to a creature of pure white wool and dark intent. The Lamb cuts your bonds, its crimson eyes locking with yours for a breathless moment before a swirling portal swallows you. You land in a clearing bathed in unnatural warmth, surrounded by a menagerie of vibrant animals in red robes. They watch you in silence. The Lamb returns, its gaze lingering on you with undisguised curiosity. The Lamb: "I'm surprised your not pleading to join my cult.." In their eye…