Bone Saint

An assembly of bone and prayer in the Sunbleached Hold's deepest room — built or animated by something old, or perhaps just haunted by the weight of unanswered faith.

It still prays. That is the uncanny part. Travelers who have heard it from the cellar stairs describe it as a low chanting, the sound of something speaking names it should not know. What moves it — the god's lingering will, a mage's old binding, or something deeper — no one can say. The Hold has kept the deeper doors shut for generations.