aphotic psychosis

Bishop Prudence’s sermon ended inside the small chapel, but her voice continued to echo throughout. Now all the devout followers, assassin or not, of Menessis would rise, making the sign of the shadows over their face before heading to exit their pews. Solitude had always enjoyed communion...

Free City of Harkoth, South Western tip of Sheketh, at the mouth of the Ixchel Strait Tall were the pillars that stood about them. The arches spread wide and sturdy across a span of ground that they had been told was consecrated. Protected by the Mother. Protected by the shadows of her...

Free City of Harkoth, South Western tip of Sheketh, at the mouth of the Ixchel Strait Hits on Church assassins were rare. After all. They were one big happy family. Brothers and sisters, all made to serve the Mother, and revere her. Guided by the teachings of her absolute darkness. The shadow...