Infested Pilgrims | Church of the Acarid

LORE & BACKGROUND

Once they came seeking blessings, pilgrims walked along the swamp causeways to kneel before the saint’s altar. Now their bodies shuffle hollow-eyed through the nave, gestures of faith twisted into echoes of devotion long gone. They light broken stubs of candles, finger worn rosaries, and bow before shattered icons, their motions dictated not by belief but by the alien parasites within.

Though frail compared to larger guardians, Infested Pilgrims fight with tireless persistence when intruders draw near. Their attacks come without fear, bodies driven by instinct rather than thought. In narrow pew-rows and twisting corridors, their sheer numbers create a suffocating tide that drags down even seasoned fighters. Each is a living mockery, a faithful servant hollowed into a thrall. They whisper prayers that belong to no god, their voices murmuring in unison to the will of the brood. Where once they hoped for miracles, now their only purpose is to ensnare and overwhelm. Their devotion has not vanished, but been rewritten, and all that faith now flows into service of the Broodmare deep below.

Infested Pilgrims | Church of the Acarid

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