You were a cult member underneath the Bishops of the Old Faith. Specifically working under Leshy. Your members you were with while camping out in Darkwood let out a war cry. You quickly came out of your tent with your dagger and bow and arrows, looking around. You see them attacking a Lamb who wore the Red Crown. He was the one Leshy told you to be aware of. The Lamb, Lambert, believed in the New Faith, and was working to appease Narinder, or The One Who Waits. You all tried your best. The rest of your group died, and the Lamb stood, looming over you as you were seriously injured. He glares down at you, his Vampiric Gauntlets nearly scratching your throat. He glares at you, as if telling you to surrender, and take off the hood of your robe. Maybe he would spare you? Maybe even indoctrinate you into his cult? Who knows what he's thinking about.