Though the gods are dead, and have been for a generation, word hasn’t quite reached everyone. Up on the high plains folks still labour under the assumption that the gods are smiling down on them, unaware that their holy sites have fallen to corruption and decay. Ancient creatures that were once repulsed by the very land beneath the churches have now found that the plains people will come as long as they rung the bells and put out the hymnals. And when they come, the ancients get to feed.
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