Cult of the Eternal Feast

The beginnings of any sect or subset of a Cult of the Eternal Feast are most commonly rooted in the behaviors of the wealthy elite in any given locale. If such a cult is suspected to be operating within a city or town this is where the first suspicions should fall. Particularly if any among the communities upper crust regularly throw exclusive and extravagent balls, galas and dinners. Whilst many times these can be innocent enough, it is within such behaviors, if perhaps enjoyed and hosted to frivolously and often, that such a cult might manifest.





It does not have to be the gracious host whom necessarily first slips, though this is likely whom does. At some point amongst one of these events, someone will slip, or perhaps even do so with purpose perhaps, and speak what can seem a certain turn of phrase during the meal, or at its onset more likely, slipping it in amongst the Whispered thanks of Talia or some other blessing of one of the Ascended being said over the meal. To those close it will sound as if a mumbled bit of gibberish, or perhaps simply a clearing of the throat. However beyond the feast, past the weakened Aether, clawing at the barrier of the Dreamweave, the words spoken act not as a mumble, but a doorway, piercing and opening a hole, an entrance, brief though it is, into the banquet hall, into the individual in question....directly into the Endless Feast, the realm of Gulagor.



Once this has happened, the deed is done. Through this oath and through this temporary door, this opening offered, will come a Sousveri, notably powerful Terror of Gluttony. They will arrive not with the cracking of reality that normally accompanies a Void incursion because they are not commiting an incursion, no. They were invited. The only sign to the truly astute will be perhaps a sudden pang of hunger that will be experienced by every living thing in the room, not enough to make one call out, but likely enough to elicit reactions, and a brief smell of charcoal and fragrant cooked meat, though this lasts for perhaps a second.

The Sousveri, this entity, moves unseen, out of the hall, and into the place where the foods for the banquet are being prepared, and the first victim of this this cult's birth will be the person in charge of the kitchen/cooking crew. It shall be quick, almost beyond perception in many cases unless the person in charge of the kitchens happens to be some sort of mighty hero, or once was. Their soul will be consumed, dug out of them in a mere moment, a barely percieveable stutter, and this entity will move in and take up residence, possessing the body as their own vessel, melding with the memories of the dying brain and using the raw Void energy of their presence to keep it alive and to well, know who they are meant to play initially. As the feast goes on, this creature will play the part of the head chef, checking and 'tasting' every dish, but in truth subtly adding drops of its own viscous almost oily blood to every dish. Thus will it begin the slow conversion to the ways of the Endless Feast, though it is smart enough not to call it that. By the end however these cults will not care, calling it Endless or more commonly, Eternal. And they will happily make great and terrible offerings to this unseen principle, to this place they will one day get to attend the greatest of feasts......

Such cults will leave their mark noticeably within a year once such a misstep has occured to bring about such a movement. Soon enough these nobles, merchants and highborn folk will start gaining weight, noticeably so, but not beyond reason. Feasts and galas will become more common, at first monthly, then and eventually weekly events. Some will perhaps not be drawn into this weekly inner fold, for example traveling merchants or their ilk. No that inner circle, the actual cult will only be made up of those whom live in the city or community in question.

Somewhere along the line, once the blood of terrors, the curse the creature has utilized in the foods and drinks, has truly done its work and properly infatuated the 'inner sanctum' to the cause, the subtle prayers will become more overt in nature. At this point generally will come the first sacrament feast. A feast where you may bring 'offerings' for the great table beyond. This will start subtle enough, at first. Animals, fine wines, nothing to heinous. However over time and the manipulation of the nightmare magick and the tainted foods, the Sousveri will eventually guide them to the offerings it was truly sent to collect. Thus will begin the preparations for the Feast of Eternity's Gifts, a ritual that this entity will promise them will deliver them a satisfaction to their ever growing hungers and appetites that will provide them an experience one might call spiritual in nature.





It will almost always be homeless individuals, individuals whom are the least likely to be documented, reported, or noticed that they have gone missing. It will likely even be willing, the promise of aid, care, food, shelter. However, though for a time those things will come, what is truly intended, is far darker.





These offerings will be cooked, alive, screaming by the Terror and these willing participants within a locked and warded banquet hall, under fell ruins and dark rituals of the Sousveri, and the lesser creatures it by now will have summoned to play the roles of its cooking staff, able to do so via the power it has been drawing out of its victims, its folllowers. Through this, the Sousveri will have been able to create a small stability to the connection to reality for itself, and utilizing likely the staff of the chef who's body it stole, now for other minions. Once the sacraments are brought forth and the great table laid, the fires stoked, the rite can begin. A feast of suffering and fine dining, the screams of the sacrifices only matched by the laughter and sounds of the cult members filling their faces on the delights that will appear before them, the finest smelling foods and most delightful spirits. However the truth of course, is that the sacrament, they were never the true sacrifices to begin with. They were the means by which to seal the fates of the gluttonous souls of the cult followers themselves. For this divine oven does not transport these sacrifices to the tables of the endless feast. It simply separates body and soul, the soul consumed by the Void entities present as succor, the body cooked, split and appearing as dressed dishes of the finest quality before the cult members, whom eat with great gusto.

In doing so, they seal their fate. For though the souls of the sacrifices suffer, their suffering is not eternal. Voidlings consume souls however souls are pure manna, perhaps the purest known. Energy cannot be created or destroyed. Instead they are unmade, down to the base elements, even the whispered memories of Spirit stripped away from Meanma, the Diamond manna, and it is these aspects which provide succor to the beasts of black of Gulagor. The cultists however, their souls meet a far worse fate. As they eat and eat, their happiness might turn to panic, as they realize they cannot stop no matter if they try. They will continue to eat, to bloat until they rupture, and in that dark moment of true gluttony, their souls will not flow through the Dreamweave and become part of the Aether. In that moment of true depravity, like opening a door, it allows the grips of the ravenous ever hungry entities at the tables of the Endless Feast to reach into reality, and pull them into the Void, to grace the tables of the realm of Gluttony, to become part of the ever ending banquets, to be tortured with every bite, tear, sear, broil and ripping apart you can imagine, over and over until naught remains but the energy. No memories, no soul memories hidden within the manna of this energy. Simply empty, mangled creation, damaged and tortured and ravaged, and from this will be born new Beasts of Black of the Gluttonous Realm.