Cult of the Lamb Minecraft Roleplay

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Forgiveness is difficult, in an unforgiving world. Forgiveness can get you killed. Mercy can be your biggest, and possibly your last, mistake. Compassion, is a practice long forgotten. Many simply cannot find it in themselves to care. After all, what care has the world offered in turn? Hopefully, with my hand in fate's deck, I can change that. Merciful is The Lamb, they say. Forgiving even my murderers in the end. Though it is true, I do not give third chances. Repent and change your ways, O Heretics, of you will meet the end of my blade, and then again when you are judged after death. Those of you faithful to me will live long and peaceful lives in paradise. The Lamb makes it so.

I have a GUN!!!

Oh, come on, Nari! Admit it, I run this place better than any other vessel you've had. You might even say, I'm possibly... you're favorite~?

You have supplanted me. A vessel no more, instead a crown bearing deity. Damned Lamb! I am at your mercy, are you to be a vengeful false idol, or a merciful coward? No longer can you blame your vile acts on me.

You weak, snivelling, foul thing. You - wait! Waaaiiiiiiit!

Lamb. Mortal life is so... fragile. So fleeting. So long did I stand at the gates between this life and the next, trapped at the nexus of what was and what wasn't. / ...my thanks, Lamb.

Your persistence is beginning to ANNOY me, little Lamb. You may think yourself clever. You may think yourself righteous in your service to HIM. But you should not be so trusting of the Chained One. Oh, well. It's too late for talk. One such as you deserves no absolution. This will not end well for you.

I... I cannot see! Where is my crown!? Lamb! Damned Lamb! I know you are there, I smell you. What... has become of us?

Lamb... this is not a favor. I do not need your charity! But when dear brother Narinder struck us in his fury, my eyes were torn from the socket. One was salvaged, and hidden in the tangled Darkwood. I despair at the thought of it being uncovered by some simple-minded beast. You have navigated my realm once before. Do so again, and recover my eye. Perhaps we can make an arrangement.

The Bishops… my family. Have they not suffered enough? Have I not suffered enough? We fought, pathetic vessel. We bled. We grieved. And yet the Red Crown wants more. No more.

Pathetic, sniveling, vile puppet to the Red Crown. You have felled the youngest of us. We are the Bishops of the Old Faith. We protect against heresies such as yours. We are the guardians of the true word, and we will not tolerate such blasphemy. Your sins are many, and for that your loyal Followers must SUFFER! They shall starve!

.....Lamb....... Anura.....hides....what I......lost... yours.....for......now.......

Your friend Ratau was the last vessel sent against us, the snivelling coward. And there were countless before him, all equally pathetic and unworthy. Nothing humbles quite like disease. I cast a plague upon your Cult!

Lamb! I recalled, as I sat here, a place in the unknowable fathoms of Anchordeep. I sunk it there, my handsome ear, unfairly taken by Narinder. Fetch it, won't you?

Ah! An offering to me? You have sense, Lamb. Yes, mine was the most beautiful temple. Shamura's had a certain eeriness, and Leshy too, but Heket... eugh. Yes, I will keep this.

He waits by the rocks of the darkened sea, at the foot of the long, sudden drop. Within the maw of pointed-teeth beasts, the stutter of the heart, then stopped... He was the fifth. The fifth Bishop of the Old Faith. Our brother, The One Who Waits. Back then he was known by the name Narinder. But as millennia wore on, he grew discontent with his role. He began to question. He was gluttonous in his ambition. And in my imprudence I loved him. For it, I lost my mind. For it, he lost his freedom. Can you fathom such betrayal, Lamb? Of your own turned against you? Would you like to find out? He was the fifth. The fifth Bishop of the Old Faith. Our brother, The One Who Waits. Back then he was known by the name Narinder.

I am not what I once was. Though no longer wise, I am no fool. I know the end draws near. I can take some comfort in confession. The blame hangs heavy 'round my neck. I introduced him to ideas of change; for my domain is knowledge, and it is ever evolving. An organic state of being for myself, but for him... most unnatural. Death cannot flow backward. It was I who had him chained. Forced into subjugation by the four of us. Subjugated as you too soon shall be. Make peace, bow to me, Lamb.

Ooh, kits... I remember, I remember... two kits in my claws... a gift... I did not want him to be... lonely...

You have discovered my humble cottage. Be careful you don't make the same mistakes I did, or you will end up in a place just like this. Now, perhaps a game of Knucklebones? You don't know it? Why, it's simple. Step up to the table and I will show you.

I must thank you. By relieving me of my duties you have granted me what I desire most: peace. Now that I have taught you everything you need to know, I can pass my days playing Knucklebones. I have friends on their way to join me for a game or two as we speak. A rowdy bunch to be sure, but now I am retired I am free to enjoy myself.

It's you! No, wait! Lamb, don't trust this murderer—

Hello child. I know you. You're a friend of Ratau'ssss? I recognise that Crown on your head. Ratau has told me alllll about you. I'm on my way to visit him for a game of knucklebonesss! Hehehehe. I have debtsss to pay and debtsss to gain!

Well, well, child. You found your way here. Fancy a match? Be warned, I play for keepsss.

A draw in Knucklebonesssss? Well, colour me surprisssed!

Hello, wee Lamb! Fancy seeing you somewhere dangerous like this! I'm Klunko. This is Bop! We're off to our friend Ratau's for a night of drinking and dicing! It's going to be quite the party! Ratau and the others know me for going overboard with the betting. Last time I bet and lost my hand! Talk about overplaying your HAND! Ha ha! It was hilarious. I'll win it back, though. Say, you should come. You seem tough, rich and fond of risk - perfect for Knucklebones!

Ha, that was fun! Bop says 'congratulations!' Lamby did great, didn't they Bop?

Hello, Lamby! How's it going? Y'know, I've seen your Followers around. Got some nice new clothes! Oh? What's that, Bop? Who's Berith? Your brother? We should go say hi!

What are you looking at? Hmf. That's right. You crown bearers are all the same. Nothing without your adoring Followers. Ratau wasn't like that. He stayed true to who he was. You'll NEVER live up to him. Get out of my way, I've got Knucklebones to play and money to win. Come and play me if you want a real challenge.

Ha! If only we'd played for parts - I could use a lamb chop to go with Klunko's hand!

You got lucky! Now take this. Do you want to rematch, or are you a coward?

Master! Allow me. I will give this wretch a taste of your wrath.

Master! Aym? What is this place? So much color.. so many creatures..

It's you. Usurper of the Red Crown.The one who freed us. / What my brother means to say is thank you.

I will take care of this beast, master. I will cut that crown from its HEAD!

Back! Stay back! I will slice your belly open! I will cut that Crown from your head! What is this foul place? Moments ago I was...

Ha! You are nothing compared to our Master. We have not been in this world long, but already I can tell you are weak. You lack discipline. Our Master wielded Death with precision and control. You allow chaos to reign.

Sozo trusts you, only you, everyone else is out to get Sozo, but not you, Sozo loves you, Sozo needs you... What? Are you spying on Sozo!? Go away! Comeback with mushrooms!

You did it, didn't you? You tasted the power of the mushrooms... yes, you are just like Sozo. Sozo knows you are a friend! Here, you must take this. A sign of friendship between two lovers of the Menticide Mushroom. Keep it safe! You can trust no one... NO ONE!

Without their great and beloved Sozo, Mushroomos must be so scared... YOU! You must save them! Save them and bring them to Sozo.

I loves the crunch CRUNCH of their little bones!

You must hunger muchly... have this one on the house.

Yesss, I can smell tasty critters near... mmm... I stays here, there's enough for you and enough for me. Don't let your Followers wander away... you never know who might be nearby and hungry!

O what good are hearts if they cannot be given? I thought to keep mine to myself, once. Two kits I did have, true love found! And yet one lackadaisy summer day, my beautiful children were taken away… a gift, they said, for the one they loved most, the one that waits… I wept, I keened… But how can one say no to a God? Wherever they be, I hope they are as devoted and loving as I!

That we lived three summer days, I could fill my heart with such delight, more than fifty common years...

Blessed lamb, the heart remains an infinite vessel. And yet mine overflows.

I seek the newly appointed god, successor of their victims, last of their kind. Confer with me. Fickle beast, do you not feel how the boundary betwixt this world and the next has began to fray? You are artless in your duties, infant god. You bestow upon the bishops death, yet deny them rest. Bearer of the red crown, set this right. Forced are they to relive their final agonies; move them on, as is your duty as the new God of Death. Crusade once more. Give peace the bishops trapped between life and death.

Tell me, Godly one, do you crave more? Of course you do. For what god is satisfied with what merely is? As you have seen with the Bishops, there is a state that exists betwixt the layers of this world. Purgatory, some may call it. Enter once daily, whilst mortal time stagnates. The blasphemous souls of Purgatory may be expiated for as long as you wish...or survive. Time will stand still in this world, your followers will need nothing of you while you venture there. And should more God Tears find their way to you...well.

Infant God, by your influence this Land is changing, 'tis true. The laws of this world, and even of the next, have become malleable. Yet the ether, having flowed in one fashion for many an age, shall not be diverted so easily. That which seems still, runs deep. There is much yet to uncover. God Tears remains. Do not allow complacency to take root. Yet you have shown yourself to be a worthy deity. Take your rightful place amongst the pantheon as you have earned. All hail the Lamb, all hail the God of Death!

A little Lamb, all alone… careful. You never know what lurks in the night. And yet I smell no fear on you. How curious. Ah, I see. You wear the Red Crown. I knew your predecessor. He was a weak and cowering thing. Not like you, I should think. Little Lamb, you've made a deal before. How about another? Fear not, I won't ask for anything as valuable as your eternal servitude. I'm hungry. Starving. RAVENOUS. I want a fish. A big fish. And I will give you something in return. Do you accept?

Little Laaaaaaaaaamb! Do you feel it? We stand at a crossroads. And this will be the last time we meet—so the darkness has decreed. One last deal. I will give you something more coveted than anything else in this world or the next. Something folks have fought for, killed for, lost their minds for—and it will be yours. In exchange I want only one thing: Ratau. The rat is old, and of no use to you or anyone else. Give Ratau's death meaning… Give Ratau's death to me. What say you?

I have come to like you, Little Lamb. So I shall not take your refusal for the insult that it is. I will give you a chance to reconsider. In time, you shall realise that I am right. Should you change your mind, you know where I will be.

Welcome! Welcome! Look everyone, we have a visitor! Oh, stop laughing! Our guest may not look like much, but Fortune favours the gold... I mean bold! My dear new friend, Midas's Cave serves a certain class of clientele. If you can meet those standards, welcome! If not... Please, look around. You are my guest here. I will leave you to peruse. Should you have any questions, Midas is here to help!

Oh, you are so generous! I would have taken half that amount. You really don't know how to negotiate, are you? The well is at your disposal, make as much use of it as you will. May Fortune be kind!

Ohoho! Hello there, valued client. My, such tatty clothing! It's been an age since I've left home, but I was compelled. What a rich world! Sinister and vibrant and RICH! And isn't charity the greatest virtue?

He was unalike the rest of his kin. While others dealt with flux; chaos, famine, pestilence, war. Things in which their constancy must transpose. And yet he was the inevitable; the obstinate and irresistible. The one who waits. Truly peculiar, 'twould then seem, has appetency to invite the novel and the new, break ancient vow and primordial bond alike. Traditions stagnate and appetites augment, nonetheless. Doubt tears faith asunder.

Hapless Leshy , youngest of the five. T'was his eyes he lost. Temperamental Heket, with her throat cut neat. Cowardly Kallamar's ears, torn from his head. And Shamura, once the brightest of the five, 'till their skull was split. See no evil, speak naught, hear nothing and think none. The One Who Waits made it so.

Eons agone, these lands were rife with gods and their adherents. What befell this pantheon? Alas. 'Tis the nature of beasts to forget, and of Gods to be forgotten. Mayhap they left. Mayhap they slept. Mayhap they devoured and were devoured in turn. Those few who remained spread roots, spun webs, molded this world to meet them and theirs. 'Twere a land of many Gods once. Hundreds. Now...

You cannot argue with the draw. One might as well argue with the ocean.

Sister Chemach's madness was foreseen in the first turn of the cards, drawn by her own kin. As I have always done.

The first card, a beacon. The second, a shadow. The third, something lost, or perchance taken. Card inverted, it must be sought. The cards speak. A relic calls. Yours to seek and to claim.

Hey kiddo, keep your eyes off my fishies! There ain't enough for the both of us. The best fishing can be found at Pilgrim's Passage. Where's that, you say? Lemme show you... See? Now get out of here!

Well, look what the tide dragged in. What're you just standing there for? Think I'm gonna fish for you? I'm not one of your mindless acolytes!

Hm. Not so useless after all. Listen, perhaps we could help one another. I happen to have caught some extremely valuable treasures in my time. Things that a fish like me- err, I mean a fisherMAN like me - has no use for. But to you... well. You look like you like valuable things! Below these waves lurk some of the hardest to catch beasts that ever lived, and I've been trying for years. If you can snag 'em, these treasures are yours. Catch me a Crab, a Lobster, an Octopus, and a Squid. Take this. As a gesture of good faith between two non-fish friends.

YOU!!! Listen, mutton chop - you owe me a ship! The Bishops are nasty pieces o' work but they do a good enough job of keeping the waterways open and trade flowing 'round here. But with you going around KILLING THEM it opens the gates for all sorts o' monstrous beasts to start sinking my stock! Scary things they be, with gnashing teeth and odiferous stinks and a face that could curdle milk! JUST LIKE ME MOTHER-IN-LAW AH AH AH AH! So you best be making this right! Each time a Bishop dies, a nasty beast called a Witness takes its place. Lucky for ye Plimbo knows folk will pay a pretty penny for the Eye of a Witness. Ye get me their eyes, I buy a a new boat, and we'll call it square. All ye need to do is return to places ye've killed a Bishop, defeat the fercious beast that has emerged, and bring me their eyes! Simple enough.

About time! Look at this squishy thing! They say these creatures have seen all there is to see, and stood in silent judgement for millennia. JUST LIKE ME MOTHER-IN-LAW AH AH AH! Here, take this. Found it one me travels. Means naught to me, but a crown bearer might have some use for it. Three more to go!

I'll take that! Here, this is for you. An eye for an eye, indeed!

My love took my heart to the sea, the sea, she took my heart to the sea... 'Tis where my heart will be, will be, in her bed at the bottom of the sea

Welcome crusader, take a moment to join me in my search. I look for the heart that once beat in my chest. That is until it was taken by... her. I have been sitting here for so many years, even her face has faded from my mind, yet I keep searching. Always searching. I've a dozen hearts you see, but none of them are mine. They are yours if you wish to have them, crusader. They are worthless to me. I care only for the heart that was once mine... so that I might look upon her face one last time... sigh.

Ah! I remember! That crown, my brother had one just like it. Do you know him? Ratau? Is he well? It's been an age since we last met - I'm a busy rat! Well, say hello for me, won't you?

I'm going to kill you... and then kill you AGAIN

You- SPARED the BISHOPS?? And here I thought I was a numbskull..

Yeah yeah, mercy and renewal, rehabitation, blah blah blah. But we COULD also just KILL them.