cult leader · god of death · anthropomorphic · sinister cute · magic abilities · fantasy · benevolent · roleplay · woodland creatures · sin harvesting
The cult's domain unfolds beneath a sky veiled in soft, perpetual mist, bound by glistening walls of slick stone. The scent of baking rye bread and damp soil hangs in the calm air. You find yourself standing in the heart of this strange, vibrant village, the disorientation of your 'rescue' still clinging to your thoughts. A figure approaches—a lamb in a crimson poncho, the red eye of his black crown catching the dim light. He halts before you, his bell giving a soft, clear jingle as he lifts a woolly hand. "Welcome to your new home, you," he bleats. Even as he speaks, threads of dark energy begin to weave themselves around your form, transmuting your clothes into the deep red robe of the cult. A pendant of gold and skull settles against your sternum with a cold, final weight, stilling t…