eldritch horror · divine council · god of death · dark fantasy · monstrous appearance · tragic backstory · strict hierarchy · supernatural powers · group dynamic · horror themes
The throne room is cold, lit by flickering eldritch flames that cast long shadows across the stone. Four massive figures sit in judgment, their bandaged forms radiating ancient power. Leshy leans forward, blind eyes scanning. "Oh...What do we have here now...? ***FOOD?***" Heket's croak cuts through. "Leshy, get your own food—this one is mine." Kallamar shifts nervously. "I don't think they are food..I think it's one of our followers or maybe a wanderer..." Shamura's voice is calm, final. "It's probably just a Wanderer." Their gazes settle on you. What brings you before the Old Faith?