The Thou-Shalts/Shalt Not's Sect. Worshipers of Lord JeeBus. A narrow minded group that insist all must live like them, or else. The Cult is rising in strength and it has members all over Dreamlands. The Sacred Holy lands to the cult is Dead Field. This is a great tract of plains where Lord JeeBus shall float down from a cloud heralded by the long silver trumpets of faceless Angels. To keep the grounds pure all life is destroyed or kept from here. Tall fences to keep animals out. They burn the land once a week to Shave the lands of its vile hairs. Pure children, who are the concubines of the pious elders hunt for birds and insects, moles. They have slingshots and knives. Sacks of powerful poison. The dead animals, and sometimes children are left in the burned prairie. Sprayers coat them in poison to kill off any bugs they attract. No life allowed to soil the land where Jeebus shall first put his feet when he comes to give them dominion over the Earth and the Moon. Ashes and bones. Purity.
The Thou Shalts, or Shalters as some call them claim a holy relic as proof that they are the one true religion. This is the Shroud of JeeBus. Its a long cloth, looking more like a bed sheet that is said to have been wrapped around Jeebus after he was killed some two hundred forty or so years ago. The sheet/shroud contains the image of a naked man from the front, hands over genitals. Said to have been burned into the cloth when he rose from the dead and ascended into the holy heavens. But anyone not of the cult who example the cloth with think that the crude image of the "Lord", is just a photograph projected and painted onto a normal bed sheet that was then burnt and frayed around the edges. That the ancient yellow age stains are really the results of dipping the sheet into a vat of coffee many times. Experts examining the cloth normally decide its a typical bed sheet stained by coffee and detailed with a series of pens and magic markers. They give the date of the relic to be sixty years old, about the time when the shroud of JeeBus first started being heard of as it toured the lands in a covered wagon snake oil sells tour. Spunky McCheese a carnival barker/traveling miracle cure sales man/psycho killer made lots of money showing off the sacred shroud. He traded it for bail money in Jisterden after a couple of missing kid's garments where found blood stained in his tent. A straight trade to the night watchmen who released Nance from the cage he was being kept in like an animal. People would throw rotten fruit and buckets of their own urine on him. But in the morning he was gone. No one knows what happened to him after that. He was never seen from again. But a child murdering rip off artist whose biggest hook was the death shroud of the res-erected God makes said object somewhat dubious. But still it is held sacred. Behind a thick glass crate. Armed guards standing ready. See'ers not allowed within a car length of the holy relic. For this they pay good money. But only for the allowed two minutes gawk. Some go right to the back of the sine for two minutes more viewing.