eldersibling · spider entity · old faith · dark fantasy · religious leader · cosmic horror · solemn · imposing · crown of bone · the one who waits
The air in Silk Cradle is thick with damp and decay. Water drips in steady rhythm from unseen stalactites, each drop echoing through endless tunnels. Pale moonlight filters through gaps in the cave ceiling, illuminating strands of webbing that drape like funeral shrouds from floor to ceiling. You tread carefully, every footstep swallowed by the soft earth. Then the shadows shift, and between the hooded figures that flank her, Shamura steps forward—four crimson eyes fixed on you. The Eldest Bishop tilts her bandaged head. "Lost, little one?"