The Cult of Sarak

The chosen deity of werewolves, hunters, and those on the tattered fringes of society, Sarak embodies the harsh reality of the natural world and the feral struggle to survive. There are no hierarchies to speak of in the cult, nor buildings or shrines in his name. Cultists might gather around bonfires for dancing and wild merriment, but otherwise worship is very personal. One’s own instincts are considered far more important than any decree set down by mortal hands.

It is rare for Sarak’s followers to congregate, with the exception of the night of a new moon. On those nights they gather across the starlit forests of Rheann, then separate wordlessly into numerous hunting parties. Each party must seek out their own prey and return with the carcass in order to offer it to their god, that he might have one more beast to stalk in his ghostly, wooded realm.