The lands are rife with cults, sects, heretics and religious fanatics.
One of the smaller and lesser known groups is called “motus est animo damnatione” – loosely translated to Soul damnation movement.
Their belief is that all living things have a soul and all the souls of the living are damned.
They march on and on, incessantly, chanting their morbid hymns and calling for all to take their own wretched lives to release their damned souls.
Their small group consists of a leader and two, soulless looking, musicians.
An intense man with a long, brooding and menacing stare. He spews out his own passionate and macabre sermon to all he passes by. If you’re unfortunate he will corner you, towering over you and scream his maniacal verses at you.
The two musicians.
They don’t talk much and when they do it’s in child like whispers. Their music is timeless, soulless and painful to hear. It is laced with menace and dread.
This morbid musical troupe have often disappeared into the Albino woods, sometimes for months at a time. Each time they return they are a little more lost and insane but ever so more determined to preach their unholy message.