Mad Prophets

## The Eaters of Dust

 Daily Obligations
 Initiation Requirements
 Negative Prohibitions
 Positive Requirements
 Total Power: 10

### **Clergy Requirements**

Those who would Eat the Dust are not called to the path by mortal desires, for what human would seek to walk such a path of guaranteed annihilation? No, they are called instead by the blood within their veins, an ancient Infernal lineage for which the passage of time has done little to dilute. Nearly eight centuries ago, the Prinicipex Anturian of the Church of the Echoing was performing her duties within the midnight vigil, and summoned into her mind the whispers of Kharas the Eater. Through their unholy communion, the Kharassion Heresy was born, the splintering of the faith of the Church that led to its ultimate destruction two hundred years later. What few unholy progeny survive that cataclysmic sundering exist now as the Eaters of Dust, fiend blooded disciples of their ancestral mother's vision.

### **Daily Obligations**

To Eat the Dust is to worship, to bask in the glory of annihilation of the self and the soul. What prayer, what chanted confession, what offering of faith could supplant such an act?

### **Initiation Requirements**

To be of the line of Kharas is to contain within oneself the seeds of one's own destruction. To consume Dust instead of soul, one must delve deep into communion with the echoing memories found within their own blood, subjecting themselves to endless echoing visions, a hundred lifetimes in the blink of an eye. Most go mad, their minds torn asunder by the bloody ritual. Those few who survive shed the vestiges of their own mortal existence, emerging as full Eaters of Dust.

### **Negative Prohibitions**

Who would stop an Eater of Dust from indulging in any meaningless activity?

### **Positive Requirements**

There are no obligations placed upon the Eaters of Dust, save to seek out others of the bloodline of Anturian and Kharas. A curious requirement to a faith dedicated to its own inevitable destruction, yet all who are touched must be brought into the fold. It is not enough to trust to the hungers that awaken within the Scions, for those hungers will consume the flesh and the soul if not properly guided and directed.

### **High Priestess**

Principex Hanash, of the Ward of Shorrun. In the manner of all Eaters, the Principex is named after that most potent of artifacts whose existence she erased from the world, consuming the magic until it was nothing. She has led the faith for nine years now, after the previous Principex lost himself, and was devoured by his own Infernal hunger. A small woman, slight and thin, she is usually found dressed in the grey robes and obscuring veil that is the hallmark of all Eaters. When she speaks, her voice is full of life and vigor, her words burning with passion. She is the strangest of all nihilists, a true believer, one who glories in the fate set forth in her blood. When she devours, she is ecstatic, the hunger contained in the moment of apotheosis.

### **Cult Den**

The sunken towers of the Iblheim slums are a dangerous place for any, and most denizens keep no more than a dozen or so feet above the surface of the water at any time. Temporary piers or bridges of driftwood and ropes, ladders and stairs, half of it floating in the bay rather than rising above.  Should something collapse, some long decayed walkway give way and break free, there is only so far to fall.

Not so the Eaters of Dust, who maintain a den of sorts within one of the taller spires on the Eastern side of the district. A full seven stories of the tower remain above the water, and in the top two of these the Eaters gather to conduct what limited business the cult conducts communally. These floors were once the private chambers of an Cairnsgate noble, now given over to decay, the once lavish apartments more akin to a drug den than anything else. Unsurprisingly, a cult of nihilists does little to maintain the tower. The once beautiful silks are rotten and torn, cushions and furniture devoured by fog and damp. Though as of late, there is a timelessness to the place that is hard to convey with words, Batari's influence on the place beginning to manifest in curious ways.  While there are less than a dozen Eaters, several can almost always be found within the tower, half passed out upon rotten cushions in unholy communion with their own Demonic bloodline.

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