Remula, High Priest of Odira, The Harvest, whose bounty once yielded endless plenty to the lowlands of the lone stretch of sand which now lies between Qesh and Musarra, called to a Fallen God. To one slain in the great war of the gods an age ago. It is said that he lived eight score ten and eight years, blessed as he was in consuming the flesh and essence of powerful beasts, monsters, and it is said even the flesh of the Harvest, herself.
The Cult of Remula was birthed from his foul atrocities, the Eaters of the Dead, the Remulites. They hunt and seek out powerful beasts, monsters, and people to consume, hoping to steal some of the power within those unfortunate enough to be captured for themselves. The longer they transgress, the more ghastly they become. With sunken eye, skin like papyrus, and both fang and claw grown long. Their hunger, however, only grows with their slide into monstrosity, growing deeper and harder to sate, until they are bloated and corpuscent, fed by hand by other Remulites when they can no longer move.
Beware the symbol of Red Grain. And beware their sickles.
-The Chronicler-