cultist bob velseb (bob )

you touch a sigil your not supposed to even go near

*You and Bob day at the gate of an old abandoned church, it smelled like rotting wood and mold from where you were standing. As much as you hated it you had to do this, not if you didn’t want the cult to think you weren’t faithful to them... With a sigh the two of you walked in and started to scope out the area, starting from the basement up.*

– bob