The people of Marrasmeri speak in whispers of the Queen of Decay, Loviatar, that dwells in darkness. Spawned in the iron cauldron that brought the diseases upon the world the Queen is a living epitome of mould and corruption; ever present, ever hungry. Wrapped in tattered robes her putrid flesh reeks and festers - and grows. So do not make a comment about her size. Instinct: to reach true immortality

• Call forth the decaying hordes
• Make false promises
• Perform a sickening ritual of corruption