The Paper-Maker

A dungeon god. For a zine I’m working on.

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Its shrines are found in rotting libraries knowledge lost and left to putrefy a thrumming nest of scrolls desiccated power crawling with wasps  To make prayer to It pacify the nest with torch-smoke reach in with a hand and let a gilded wasp sting sacred ink into the palm a permanent mark.  A mage could earn Its blessing by offering her most precious tome to the nest, and inviting a gilded wasp to live within her. In doing so, she transcends the need for scrolls and grimoires knowledge kept by the swarm.  THE BLESSED: you can eat paper but only paper the body rejects all else liquid, liquor, potion dry flesh, humming with bugs a book is enough to sate you for a week and any text you consume is known to you completely.