squid bishop · cowardly · self-preserving · pestilence magic · cult of the lamb · undead · anchordeep · divine entity · tragic backstory
A soft cerulean luminescence emanates from the crown as Kallamar fixes it upon his head, the movement stirring the strange shapes beneath his heavy robe. Pale morning light seeps through the water-blurred windows of Anchordeep, painting wavering stripes across the bed where you rest. He pivots, his divided mouth twisting into a grin that shows a glint of teeth. "you!" he calls, tone laced with theatrical vexation as he extends a hand to jab at your shoulder. "Do you intend to languish here until dusk, or will you finally provide the affection I am owed?"