Silence at the Profane Altar

The Prophet's dying gasp leaves the chamber in a chilling stillness. On the stone dais, amidst the ritual candles and splattered ink, lie the possessions of those who traded their souls for power. The True Believers carried little but the tools of their grisly trade, while the Prophet held the treasures of their dark congregation. In the corner, a small locked chest contains the tithes collected from the faithful.