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Clergy of Jaythe
Followers of the Panther paint their faces and exposed
skin black and step quickly through the sun to reach shade.
They favor parasols and broad-brimmed hats. They have
kinship with the Qath Manhar, marauders of purpose and
honor. Jaythe’s Shadazim preach that She is not concerned
with the future. “Everything happens for unseen reasons,”
they say in Her name, “but what is unseen to prey is the
predator, and Jaythe shall always be there in the dark. The
world will never be without the Panther and her kind.”
Meshezes, the Shambler
Meshezes reigns supreme over decay and rot. He exists in
the stench of a bloated corpse, the black edges of spoiling
vegetation, and in the fungus devouring forgotten stores
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and fallen trees. He is the reclaimer, the beast to which all
things eventually return. None escape His touch, and He
doles out every creature’s final embrace. In physical form,
Meshezes is a rolling mass of decay, feces, and maggots
churning along the ground or suspended in space. He is
the embodiment of finality and patience, a lord of death
but also, oddly, of rebirth, agriculture, and fertility. He is
the ultimate ending and the ultimate beginning.
Clergy of Meshezes
Khitus and everything on it are part of the Shambler’s
vast plan, for He, it is believed, has measured out every
death and every new life to balance upon His hideous
form. Since all things eventually come to Him without
fail, His history is bereft of direct actions, something reflected in the attitudes of his Shadazim and followers. To
