Ruler of the Council of Twelve, Herald of the Many-Faceted One, Keeper of the Sanguinomicon's Unknowable Secret. Spoken of in hushed whispers within the halls of power, the Overmistress rules over her doomsday cult and performs dread rituals to empower the Many-Faceted One, who shall rise to devour all sanity...
...okay, so that's what it says on the pamphlet. Honestly the Overmistress doubts the eldritch god even exists, but it makes for a hell of a grift to wave your arms around and chant its name while enjoying luxurious leisure and decadently indecent social gatherings.
But the Overmistress grows bored with overseeing the cult, and requires some entertaining chaos in her life. Perhaps Crimr can provide some much-needed solace...?
