Altar/Sign-Ups

I guess this is as good a place to ask questions as I'll find. So is there a list of Values and Vices, or do we just make one up?

Raquel steps forward, keeping up her poker face. While she shows no fear, she nearly trembles inside. Taking the her place after watching another following her path slain, she recites the following.

"I, Raquel Ironheart, shall transcend my nature
Cursed with the blood of Nameless, Waif of Denial
Yet I am no demon
With the guidance of Pillis, God of Sky
Yet I am no cleric
Trained as a Breaker
Yet I am no knight
I vow to uphold Freedom and stand against Confinement
Yet I am no hero
I shall be reborn as a sword of the divine
I now rise as a Demon Hunter."

All that awaits now...
Is judgement.

It never occurred to me people might want to run more than one. I don't guess there's a reason you can't, so... two.

Raquel

You keel in front of the altar and say your vows, then stand up.  A strong wind starts to blow around you.  You wait to be blown away into the sky like the last who prayed to Pillis, but the wind dies down.  It feels warm.  So warm. Everywhere, you feel so warm.  It feels as if your heart's been frozen all your life until now.

"Congratulations, Demon Hunter," the captain of the Demon Hunters says.  "Go on ahead and join the rest of the new brothers and sisters in the armory.  You need to get outfitted for the ceremony tonight.  The rest of us shall be along shortly."


Aryana

You watch as another member successfully completes the rite.  Inspired by her success, another prospect steps forward... only to be immolated by Siega's flames.

Soon, it's your turn.  You walk forward, say your vows, and rise.  You don't feel any different, but you notice you're surrounded by small, glowing lights.  Like motes of dust floating in the air.  One lands on your shoulder, and you prepare to die horribly.  Instead, your shoulder starts to feel light.  Then your arm.  Then all the rest of you.  You feel like your heart is floating.  As if you've been wearing a weighted vest your whole life that's just fallen off.

"Another!  Congratulations!" the captain announces cheerfully.  She embraces you, then gives you a small shove towards the door.  "Onward, brother, to the armory.  Quickly now!  We shall all join you soon."

Zhera awaits her turn silently, showing no sign of concern for those not chosen. Her face is like a mask as she steps upon the altar.



I, Zhera Fluemonia, shall transcend my nature
Cursed with the blood of Wellop, Chancellor of Pestilence
Yet I am no demon
With the guidance of Mearkos, God of Healing
Yet I am no cleric
Trained as a Shade
Yet I am no knight
I vow to uphold Order and stand against Chaos
Yet I am no hero
I shall be reborn as a sword of the divine
I now rise as a Demon Hunter.

Norris

You say the oath and stand, expecting to explode. Or maybe a giant hammer will fall down and smash you? Or... Huh. The room seems brighter. Maybe a bit warmer, too. But everything looks so much clearer now.

The head of the Demon Hunters is overjoyed. "Another!? Good work, brother! Go join the others in the armory. I'll be along after the ceremony."


Zhera

After the sixth hunter was chosen, another two failed and were killed. But that doesn't discourage you. You stand up, wondering how a god of healing will smite you. You feel your heart starting to slow down and realize this must be the end. But then it finds a rhythm and keeps going. It feels comfortable. Has it always been going too quickly until now?

"Excellent, sister!" The commander slaps your back. "Welcome to the Demon Hunters. Now, onward! To the armory! The graduation celebration is tonight, there's no time to dawdle!"


Felix

When you rise, everything seems slower. Like the world is grinding to a halt. It's terrifying, at first. But after a few seconds, each seeming like hours, it starts to feel... right. The commander has been walking towards you for what feels like days, but she finally reaches you, clapping you on the shoulder. By the time she touches you, everything seems normal again.

"Good, good! Excellent! Come, Sister! To the armory - you'll need to select your armor and weapon soon! Our armorer is excellent, but he needs time to work, and we're on a schedule!"

Calaveraera

You finish the ritual and stand up. The world seems to stop shaking. It looks a bit brighter. For the first time, you feel like you have some idea about where your life is going, like life extends more than a few seconds into the future.

"Our ranks swell!" the captain cheers. "This is going so much better than the first ritual. Already nine survivors! Go, sister, to the armory!"