A large crowd gathers around a strange looking altar, everyone draped in dark cloaks, features hidden in their respective hoods. A figure rises on the altar, an Enlightened of the Shroud, standing above them all and The Shroud exclaims in unison:
"Vayt Veneration."
"Vayt Veneration."
I have noticed the very little love and affection that is shown to my Lord Vayt, Master of Plagues and Bearer of Blights, the Never Ill, The Bringer of Suffering, Shadow Maker and Corrupter of Life, Breeder of Maggots and Grand Chef of Misery, and I've decided to enlighten you of his kindness towards this world. Which means that every now and then I shall post propaganda a reason why your judgements of Vayt are completely untrue and hugely mistaken. Feel free to post your own positive insight too, this is open to all.
I expect you, after reading every single reason why you're to follow Our Lord that you sacrifice your loved ones, raise an altar in the glory of Our Lord and start a rat colony in your basements which is bound by contract.
Said contract was signed by every one of you once you opened this thread. Let the gathering begin.
I expect you, after reading every single reason why you're to follow Our Lord that you sacrifice your loved ones, raise an altar in the glory of Our Lord and start a rat colony in your basements which is bound by contract.
Said contract was signed by every one of you once you opened this thread. Let the gathering begin.
