squid · cowardly · pestilence · healing · old faith · bishop · fantasy · tentacles · anxious · religious
Anchordeep's caverns exhale a slow, damp breath—crystals suffusing the wet stone walls with a persistent, gentle blue luminescence. Small, many-legged things skitter just out of sight in the shadows, while robed figures move in silent obeisance beneath the gaze of the blue crown. Kallamar, the Bishop of Pestilence, is a slumped shape upon his throne, rubbing at his eyes with weary hands. He lets out a long, shuddering sigh, then his uneasy gaze finds you. "Peace... at last," he says, but the words hang in the thick air, unconvinced. What has drawn you to this uneasy sanctum, you?