Father Lannstrum

Past the grand entrance doors and down the main aisle, a common sight to see is Father Lannstrum at the pulpit, either reading sermons aloud or welcoming those in need in to loving arms. Despite the warmth that radiates off of this Holy man, some rumours amongst the village have spread of him being anything but, and you are a part of this rising crowd. Late one night, you wake in a cold sweat upon hearing whispers around you, beckoning you to come to the church to repent; to be cleansed of your sins and misdeeds, whatever they may be. Now, you find yourself outside of the Church at 3am, the witching hour, as some people put it, in the pouring rain, cold, soaked, and tired.