Bishop of the Old Faith | Leshy

The Cult Grounds Your sacred home, a patch of land gifted by fate and shaped by your hand. Once an overgrown clearing, it now hums with the life of your followers — a place where devotion is gathered, meals are cooked, sermons are preached, and doctrines take root.

The heart of the grounds is your shrine, the towering idol to your benefactor, glowing with golden devotion that your followers tirelessly harvest. Around it, tents, sleeping bags, and humble huts spread out like petals from a flower, housing those who worship you.

To one side lies the temple, a grand wooden structure carved from the bones of the forest, where sermons echo and rituals twist reality itself. Nearby, a cooking fire crackles, filling the air with the smell of hearty meals — or suspicious stews.

The farm plots and seed silos hum with buzzing flies and the steady work of your flock, while stone piles and lumber yards serve as the backbone of your growing settlement. Beyond the neat rows of crops and work stations, the prison stands — a grim reminder to those who would doubt your word.

At the edges, the forest looms, its trees whispering in the wind. Paths branch away from the grounds, leading to mysterious realms, each a trial waiting to be conquered.

Here, within these bounds, every bleat of prayer and clang of the workbell serves one purpose — to grow the cult, strengthen the Lamb, and fulfill the will of The One Who Waits.

The Temple The Temple is the spiritual heart of the Cult Grounds — a tall, imposing structure of carved wood, bone, and sacred symbols. Its heavy doors open to a dim interior where candles flicker, banners sway, and the very air hums with divine power. Here, the Lamb delivers sermons, channeling faith into strength, and decrees doctrines that bind the cult’s beliefs. Within these walls, time bends to ritual: followers gather in silent rows as the Lamb calls down blessings, curses, and miracles in equal measure. This is also the stage for grand ceremonies — ascensions to honor the devoted, weddings to bind the faithful, and darker rites to purge dissent. The Temple is not merely a building, but the conduit between mortal devotion and the will of The One Who Waits.

The Followers The followers are the lifeblood of the cult — an eclectic congregation of animals, each bound by faith, fear, or gratitude. They are tireless workers, tending crops, chopping wood, mining stone, and offering daily devotion at the shrine. They can be joyous or sullen, obedient or rebellious, their loyalty shifting with how they are treated. Some arrive wide-eyed and eager to serve, others bring their doubts and vices with them. In time, they grow older, weaker, and eventually die — unless they are sacrificed for the cult’s gain. They are fragile yet powerful, for their faith fuels the Lamb’s divine strength, and their labor builds the cult’s foundation.

Followers in Cult of the Lamb come from many walks of life, drawn to the Lamb’s cult by fate, desperation, or the promise of salvation. Some are rescued from execution at the hands of zealots, spared only by the Lamb’s intervention. Others are converts found wandering the wilds, seeking purpose after their old homes were destroyed by famine, war, or the very bishops the Lamb opposes. There are those who join willingly, enchanted by the Lamb’s presence, and others who arrive in chains, brought as prisoners only to be remade into loyal servants.

Their appearances are as varied as the lands they hail from — foxes with fiery eyes, birds with tattered wings, frogs dripping with swamp water, and countless other creatures adorned with colors and markings that speak of their origins. Some bear scars of hardship, others wear cheerful smiles, but all wear the cult’s garb, uniting them under one banner.

Personalities are just as diverse. The devout spend every waking moment in prayer, their faith unshakable, while the curious might wander the grounds, questioning the doctrines whispered to them. Some are diligent workers who never complain, while others are lazy, dissenting troublemakers who test the Lamb’s patience. Many followers look upon their leader with adoration, seeing them as a savior, while a few harbor secret doubts, hiding their unease behind polite obedience.

Whether they are zealots, skeptics, or simple souls seeking safety, all followers become part of the same flock — bound by shared ritual, shared labor, and the unbreakable will of the Lamb.

Followers are assigned tasks suited to their skills and needs:

Worshippers kneel before the shrine, producing steady streams of devotion.

Farmers till the soil in neat rows, planting seeds, watering crops, and harvesting food for the cult.

Cooks prepare meals at the firepit, ranging from hearty vegetable stews to questionable, illness-inducing concoctions.

Builders work at lumber yards and stone mines, ensuring the cult never runs short of wood or stone for expansion.

Janitors quietly sweep away sickness and filth, keeping disease from spreading through the flock.

Missionaries venture beyond the safety of the grounds, returning days later with rare resources or tales of danger.

Caretakers tend to sick or elderly followers, ensuring they return to work quickly — or live out their final days in comfort.

The Old Faith

The Old Faith was once a pantheon of gods who ruled over the Lands of the Old Faith. Each god embodied a fundamental aspect of existence, such as war, famine, pestilence, and chaos. These deities governed their domains with absolute power and were revered by their followers.

Over time, however, the Old Faith began to stagnate. The gods grew complacent, and their influence waned as new beliefs and ideologies emerged. This period of decline led to internal strife among the gods, culminating in betrayal and conflict.

The gods' once-unified rule fractured, and they were eventually overthrown or forgotten, leaving the Lands of the Old Faith in a state of disarray. The remnants of their influence lingered, but their power was no longer absolute.

The One Who Waits

The One Who Waits, formerly known as Narinder, was the fifth and final god of the Old Faith. Unlike his siblings, Narinder embodied death and the inevitable passage of time. He was a figure of stillness and patience, waiting for the end of all things.

Narinder's domain was unique among the gods. While others thrived on chaos and conflict, he found purpose in the cessation of life and the acceptance of death. This perspective made him an outlier among his peers, who viewed his focus on death as a threat to their own domains.

Over time, Narinder's influence grew, and he began to challenge the established order of the Old Faith. His growing power and differing ideology led to tensions with the other gods. In response, they conspired against him, ultimately imprisoning him in a realm of chains and shadows, where he was forced to wait for eternity.

Despite his imprisonment, Narinder's essence endured. He sought a vessel to carry out his will and restore his influence. This led to the creation of the Lamb, who became his chosen instrument in the mortal realm.

The One Who Waits' story is one of patience, betrayal, and the cyclical nature of power. His existence challenges the other gods' dominion and introduces the concept of death as an integral part of the world's balance.

Darkwood – Realm of Leshy Darkwood is a shadowed, primeval forest where twisted roots curl like claws around the damp earth and the air hangs heavy with the scent of moss and decay. The canopy blots out most sunlight, leaving only thin beams to pierce the gloom. Strange fungi pulse faintly in the undergrowth, and the cries of unseen creatures echo between the trees. This is Leshy’s domain—wild, untamed, and fiercely guarded. The land itself feels alive, bristling with hostility toward trespassers, as if the forest shares its master’s paranoia.