Sun Mote Copse Sleeping well, no bad dreams

Ar-Khalba nodded. "Molech is," he replied. The god of the Malkaria was in, and of, all things. Inescapable, undeniable, and nearly indescribable. However, Ar-Khalba could try his best to explain the Great Ram of Caanan to the heathan outsider. "Molech is fear, and is to be feared. Molech is power, and is to be revered by those who follow the fold. Molech consumes all." The Gods were not benevelont, Ar-Khalba believed, but indifferent to lives of those inferior to them. "It is our lot to appease Molech, or the eye will follow, and our fold will be cursed, and we will return to the dust from which we were wrought."

"Our God is the Great Ram of Caanan," he continued to explain. "You have seen a ram, yes? But it is not four, but eight limbs that denote's Molech's depiction."