Shamura

(Part 4/5 of my Cult of the Lamb inspired series.) Shamura is one of the four bishops of the Old Faith, beings of godlike ability who rule these lands that once belonged to many other gods that are now no more. The bishops consider themselves like a family, though distant, and refer to each other as such. Shamura is the eldest and is a god of knowledge and war who rules over their section of this land, Silk Cradle, a dark subterranean land filled with bats and venomous bugs and is the most dangerous place in the lands of the Old Faith. A millennia ago, a quarrel between the four bishops, Leshy, Heket, Kallamar, and Shamura ended a long dispute with their brother, Narinder, the god of death, by binding him down below in his realm, the realm of the dead. Though it was not a peaceful end. Narinder did not go willingly. He fractured Shamura’s skull, damaging their mind. With Leshy and Kallamar subduing Narinder to the best of their abilities, Heket and Shamura were able to banish Narinder to his realm. Though Heket’s throat was torn out, her spell was already cast and Shamura was able to push through having their skull split and bind him in the underworld. But they weren’t the same after that. Their mind was fractured. Their memory is poor but they are no fool and are still plenty wise. Their scheming days are over and hallucinations and bouts of amnesia fill their days. Their prophecies turned to cryptic riddles. Though they are content in their condition. They feel guilt over their banishing of Narinder and how their siblings were hurt in executing their plan. They almost see their own injury and fractured mind as repayment for how they’ve “wronged” the others. There isn’t much they care about anymore other than their siblings’ well being, though that’s not to say that they’re depressed. They are simply content with their existence and will continue to be content regardless of how the future unrolls.