THE DARK POPEThe dark Pope is the only one of the Goth Lords to live outside of Pyrate City. Instead, he dwells with his followers in the dank swamp to the south of the city. The swamp is a forbidding place, its many waterways stagnant and slow moving, the air close and thick. Twisted trees rise all around, their branches claw at the sky, tangled within the roots are skulls beyond counting, their sightless sockets the home to lurking beasts. Loneliness fills the air and yet you cannot be alone. For who placed the multitude of candles in the boughs and on skulls? In time you will find the lost city, its rotting houses and byways overgrown with creeping plants, every where you look the ever present skulls greet you with their silent smiles. All is still and silent here and yet you feel watched. You press on until at last you reach the house of the Dark Pope. Even in its decay still a place of grandeur, from the candlelit path to the ever open doors (be careful all are welcome but none can leave). Once inside follow the disembodied whispers, you feel sure that if you could turn the next corner quickly the speakers would be there waiting. Perhaps it is Velvet Louisa or The Pope himself who you would find. OF THE DARK POPE HIMSELF A powerfully built black skinned man whose voice rumbles like grinding rock deep within the earth. Dressed in off-white priestly garb, crimson sash around his waist with rosary and inverted cross entwined about. Thrust into this sash is a heavy pistol and around his neck hangs a bag of tricks. On his regal head sits a black top hat adorned with crows feathers finally never far from his hand is his ebony cane decorated with silver and surmounted with a silver skull....
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