Mace

Mace, the Cleric. He'll tenderize you and sear your flesh, just to keep your meat moist for the feast. All in name of what's right, of course.

No, your past.

"Bear but a touch of my hand there," said the Spirit, laying it upon his heart, "and you shall be upheld in more than this."

Subterrantula

Two doodles for a fantastic setting in which human blood is made into powerful magical crystals by way of an enormous unearthed mass of flesh and plant matter. The spires control the grizzly process.