The Living Altar | Crimson Grove Abbey

LORE & BACKGROUND

A grotesque monument of faith and flesh, the Living Altar crawls upon all fours, its corpulent form swollen to behemothic proportions from glutting upon the Crimson Fruit. Tumorous growths ripple beneath its pallid skin, blubberous folds heave with each labored breath. Its twisted throat issues a ceaseless, slurred litany of praise, a gurgling hymn to the sacred bounty that has reshaped it.

Upon its massive, hunched back rises a grand Altar, a grotesque fusion of devotion and decay. At its forefront stands a pulpit, from which the priesthood extols the virtues of the Fruit, their sermons carried on the fevered cries of the congregation. Behind, a great gold-plated bell swings with each ponderous step, its deep, resonant toll announcing the beast’s approach to all those unfortunate enough to stand in its path.

The Living Altar is the heart of the congregation’s greatest processions, a rolling shrine of putrescent devotion. Scores of pilgrims march in its wake, some leading, others trailing behind, their voices raised in rapture as they spread the Fruit’s gospel across the Empire. Wherever it travels, the air is thick with the scent of rot and overripe sweetness, an invitation and a warning both.

The Living Altar | Crimson Grove Abbey

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