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A Cowpoke's Sweetheart | Chapter 15 | Cult of the Lamb

So far, they’ve made pretty good time. Hamal realizes with a start that they’re only a day or so out from Meadow Rock. It’s less of a town than Independence and more of a…village. As far as they can remember, there’s a shop that calls itself a general store but mostly sells fish bait and trail rations, an old lady with no teeth who sells moonshine, a courier who could be paid to run letters to the proper postmen in Independence, and a handful of drunken hunters.  Not exactly a bustling metropolis, but it’s also the last speck of civilization they’ll see for some time.  Shortly after that realization, they notice clouds building on the horizon, as though nature itself had come to the same conclusion and decided it couldn’t let them off quite so easily. All day they watch the clouds grow taller and darker, like titans formed of turbulent shadow.  When the wind picks up, Hamal calls it and stops the wagon. Narinder looks up from his book — a well worn copy of Frankenstein, this time — and asks, “Why are we stopping?” Hamal gestures to the looming clouds as they climb down from the wagon. As their boots hit the dirt, they hear him simply say, “Ah.”

A quick question for the group, how old do you believe this man is? Trick question, not even he remembers. An odd thing to be sure, considering his mental faculties remain entirely intact. We could speculate on the rumors surrounding this man, such as his odd familiarity with ancient constructs, or the strange tools he is rumored to employ, but we shall instead focus on what we do know.

His name is Hephaestus. No surname given. He is intelligent, and he is dangerous. Already dozens of our number are dead by his hand. Engage with caution, and do not allow him to retaliate.

-Transcript of a briefing given in an abandoned Onyx Dragon headquarters, found alongside a sketch of the subject. The building was burned and this is part of what little could be recovered.

i’m so tired i need to be held or killed

I did it again, but the cat this time! For whatever reason, Narinder is always harder for me to draw. I suppose I'll just chalk it up to him being a bastard.

Artists are: @stychu-stych , @theshepherdshound , @bamsara , @aveloka-draws and @ane-doodles .

Well, you know what I think!? No??? Me neither.

combined the wip cus i haven't worked on this thing yet hcgvj

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49892641/chapters/167537173

The Rehabilitation of Death

Chapter 23: A Dance With Death

Narinder awakens to find The Lamb overcome with caring for their sick cult. The plague is unforgiving, and they realize that they'll need to take down Kallamar sooner than later if they plan to prevent any more unnecessary deaths, or face the potentially deadly consequences for over half the flock.

The crusade is a long one, a final journey before the Bishop's door. Narinder humors Lambert's investigative hypothesis on the crown and their issues of separation of power, and how both seemed to have gained strengthen since. The voice of Kallamar echoes from a statue adorned with gems.

Lambert vandalizes a completely different statue in the image of his brother, and learns what exactly is required in dowry for a marriage of a God.

They find Kallamar's treasury: a Ballroom, grandiose and magical. The hand of Death extends to the Lamb an offer. A dance, one that will lead to a very strange waltz, and many important, personal conversations. A dance that will lead to a heart-to-heart talk. Questioning, of one's important to another, and in what manner that might be.

They also almost drown. Keyword: Almost. (The nightmare himself finds the Lamb, and they find themselves confronted, both asleep and awake.)

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"Name: unknown, Occupation: unknown, Origin: unknown

A human boy, aged at late teens or early twenties, this individual has been routinely seen at the side of Hephaestus, who still eludes capture. He is often seen by his side during travels and is rumored to posses some amount of magical prowess. Where one can be found, the other is likely close behind. Instruct local cells to keep an eye out for this individual and mark them for capture.

Of note: this individual bears a passing resemblance to wanted posters for a child missing from the bronze towers. After capture, investigate for any connection to the Archmagus of the Ars Goetia"

-Found 22nd day of Mirtul, year 1423.

This letter is unaddressed and carries a sketch of the subject. It was found on an Onyx Dragon of notable importance in the town of Gallstone. There are no public bounties on either Hephaestus or the individual in the sketch, so one may assume that this hunt remains confined to the underworld. Further context for this hunt eludes me, as does the circumstance around the missing child of the Bronze Towers.

My Warrior of Light in his ARR summoner fit. We love Brayflox Longstop for that fancy early game gear

A few reference sketches I've done for a potential cotl AU. We will see if anything comes of it, but these will probably change drastically if I continue to draw them. Still, it's neat and I put more work into it than I probably should have.