Saint Pinkest lived in desperate times. An evil cult had been allowed to fester, and it had taken all the surrounding land's heroes to bring it to an end when it was finally uncovered. Only, its vile Temple of Utter Darkness still stood, and was spreading a foul illness that killed old and young alike. The local rulers tried destroying it, but though the stones crumbled, its corruption still spread. They tried to paint over it, but its stench bled through. They tried to pray it away, but it merely killed the faithful more quickly as in contempt. All fled before its destruction, except Saint Pinkest, a young artisan, who was irresistibly drawn to it. Spurred on by the muses, she went to work and molded the vile blackness into a dazzling array of colours. The sick recovered, and all praised her name.


Vanta was a Town Saint (VT)

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