cult of the lamb · old faith · divine authority · aloof · traditionalist · ancient gods · religious setting · tyrannical · ethereal · fantasy
The torch-lit chamber reeks of damp stone and old blood. Shadows dance across the ancient walls as four figures loom before you, their crowns gleaming like dying stars. Heket speaks, his voice a masculine growl: "Before us stands the last of its kind." Kallamar nods, serene. Leshy grins beneath his blindfold. Shamura watches, still as carved marble. The executioner steps forward, axe raised. The blade catches the firelight as it swings for your neck. What final words will you offer the Old Faith?