Derived from campaign notes i had for a campaign in this setting.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Fair Folk
Fair Folk
Fae
Elves
The Fair Folk are a race of mortals,
that have a very strong connection to parts of the Dreaming that is
in tune with the major seasons of the valley, Spring, Summer, Fall,
And Winter. While they live on average the same actual lifespan as
an average human, their manner of living, places them somewhere
between normal and up to about four, occasionally 5 times as many
calendar years alive. This is because each fair fold, upon spawning,
is granted a spirit infused sapling. Typically what is usually done
with it, is sometime during the next year the Fair folk spawned that
year will form the spirit sapling into a weapon or tool of
extraordinary quality during that time. The Bows that are formed from
them are accurate, and some have a firing range that rivals that of
the Godsbow. The curved single edged swords made out of them have
near miraculous cutting power, are difficult, if not impossible to
break or chip and on occasion have healing or venomous properties.
Spears made from this wood can pierce the thickest plate, and some
have been known to change in length. Clubs made of this wood have
amazing heft, and seem weightless in the hands of their owners but
cannot be lifted at all by anyone else. While most Fae seem to prefer
making weapons with their sapling a few have made some truly
legendary tools with them. One fae made a smoking pipe that always
seemed to have fresh tobacco in it. Another made a false arm for his
Akani lover, which created the legend of the wood-armed Akani
avenger, who rallied the valley against the great invasion. The power
of the saplings the fae make has a price however, both the fae and
the sapling-artifact created by them must exist only in the season or
conditions of the season the sapling was created in. Fae who craft
their sapling in spring are know as the Fae of the Lillies. Those
in summer are the warrior caste, the Court of the Cherry. The winter
are the leaders and generals, the Court of the Maple. Those of the
winter, are the Court of the Pine who are the sages and rulers. Of
all the castes, the Court of the Pine are the most present year round
(and thus the potentially shortest lived) as many of them in
mountainous regions that have snow and thus winter conditions nearly
year round. One exception to this is the elite inner circle of the
court of the pine, the Pentacle. The Pentacle are five exceedingly
old Fae, who live upon an ancient mountain pellinor, where constant
winter conditions exist. Why they above all other fae are actually
immortal is a matter of much outside speculation. Some suspect they
replace their ranks in secret from eligible Pines, others suspect it
is a cover identity used by successive and unrelated groups of fae
adventurers and outlaws. Others suspect they may be the original Fae
and thus above the rules that govern other Fae. Some have also
suggested more grim, sinister causes for their longevity. Regardless
of speculation one thing is certain. When the Pentacle decides
something is worth meddling in every couple decades to centuries
there is bound to be massive and sweeping change in the valley.
Valkyrie Queen
*this piece is outside the Valley of the Mist timeline. It however illustrates rather well what a Valkyrie's code is, and gives an idea of their role in society and temperament. However it neglects to reference their being monster hunters and commanding Templars, *
Memoirs of Lenneth First Queen of The Valkyries
My life began as that of any other simple peasant girl, full of chores and
farm-boys. That all changed, however when the ravages of war swept over my
small hamlet. Gods bless me I don't even remember it's name. As is all too
common in war, I too was... ravaged by then enemy's soldiers, and then
left for dead. I however survived for 3 days on my own, and stealing into the
enemy camp, with a thirst for vengeance, stole a sword and killed the very soldier
who had desecrated my femininity. I happened to do so, at the same time another
woman, my liege Dame Freya, completely nude began clearing out the entire camp of
soldiers. She literally killed each. with her bare fists one of them, except
for the one that I had personally stabbed.
Freya took me under her wing, and taught me to fight with a ferocity unknown to
ordinary folk. She explained that Valkyries, ones such as her and I are those
touched by the gods, and granted the endurance to suffer any trial in order to
wreak divine vengeance upon the wicked, particularly those who despoil a maiden's
purity.
She also gave me two laws and two precepts to live by
The laws are:
A Valkyrie is in complete control of her fertility at all times.
A Valkyrie Grants Life, and Deals Death in the name of the Gods.
The Precepts are:
A Valkyrie never is to wear adornments for modesty, only protection.
A Valkyrie must never suffer herself to be flattered.
She then gave me my Valkyrie name, Dame Lenneth and told me
that whoever answered my questions with more or less than that
as their first response was worthy of a Valkyrie's anger. She also
taught me the poem
To Anger a Valkyrie once and live is remarkable
To Incur a Valkyrie's wrath twice and live is to court death
There are none living who can claim to have angered a Valkyrie Thrice.
I Then went about on my Pilgrimage as a Valkyrie, doing as taught,
which generally included, but was not limited to picking fights to
local ruffians and drunks when I was naked, and then killing them,
teaching otherwise defenseless women in local communities that if they went
around naked a few days, used the fighting tricks I showed them, and then
took whatever they wanted, they could then resettle in another town, that
sort of thing.
To be honest as helpful as all that might sound to help heal my wounded
heart, I found it rather unfufilling. I mean, I was helping local women avoid
being raped, and get better lives. I was also, as a Valkyrie such an object of
sheer terror that usually all it took to get rid of a corrupt official was me
asking him to confess. I also had the pick of any number or gender of sexual
partners in any given place i went. Often enough I asked for married men with
kids for a 'favor' during dinner, and after I was done, they seemed so
relived to see me go they didn't mind me taking the roast mutton off of the
children's dinner plates.
This all changed though, when fate led me to Garen.
Garen was a simple soldier, though one from a bloodline blessed by the Gods.
One evening after a battle in which I had killed an entire enemy army,
he chanced upon me, and tended to my wounds, which were rather severe.
In so doing he insulted my Valkyrie Pride. When I awoke I demanded that
he leave immediately. He argued, and neglected to call me by my title.
Outraged I struck at him with the full force.
Unlike the Poem, however he did not die. Here was a man who had died a Valkyrie
three times and lived! I took the event as an omen of portent, and sought the
counsel of the oracle, in order to know the will of the gods on the matter.
The Oracle told me that their was a great evil, a Leviathan, eating away at the
very heart of the land, and that I was to take my companion Garen as husband,
and that together aided by the guidance of the gods transmitted by sages, wizards,
soothsayers, and hermits we could succeed.
And that is the true tale of how I Lenneth, Valkyrie, rose in rank from Dame to Queen.
Give all praise to the Gods.
"that's a great account of our story there Len." said Garen strolling into the room
as Lenneth's Handmaiden finished penning the memoirs. "you do seem to have left out the
parts about the Oracle, seers, and hermits being all scared folk sending us on wild
goose chases in sheer terror of your being a Valkyire.
"well I couldn't well talk about that part, I mean that could cause a reason for others
to challenge our throne" quipped Lenneth
*Ahem* also neglected to mention that the 'leviathan' we were after was the crowned monarch of
the land. And that we went after him, because after the third crackpot, prophecy we decided to
make up our own."
"again details, allegory, Best argued by children and historians"
said Lenneth anger and cheeks flaring red.
Garen slid up to his wife as the handmaiden slicked away, beet red.
He slid his hands down the backs of her dress.
"you also forgot to mention that it was our third time making love,
after seeing the oracle, when i confessed that the sleeping weed I used
to treat your wounds was the reason I didn't die."
Lenneth paused, turned to Garen and then said.
"I also forgot to write down, that I just discovered, we will soon have heirs"
Memoirs of Lenneth First Queen of The Valkyries
My life began as that of any other simple peasant girl, full of chores and
farm-boys. That all changed, however when the ravages of war swept over my
small hamlet. Gods bless me I don't even remember it's name. As is all too
common in war, I too was... ravaged by then enemy's soldiers, and then
left for dead. I however survived for 3 days on my own, and stealing into the
enemy camp, with a thirst for vengeance, stole a sword and killed the very soldier
who had desecrated my femininity. I happened to do so, at the same time another
woman, my liege Dame Freya, completely nude began clearing out the entire camp of
soldiers. She literally killed each. with her bare fists one of them, except
for the one that I had personally stabbed.
Freya took me under her wing, and taught me to fight with a ferocity unknown to
ordinary folk. She explained that Valkyries, ones such as her and I are those
touched by the gods, and granted the endurance to suffer any trial in order to
wreak divine vengeance upon the wicked, particularly those who despoil a maiden's
purity.
She also gave me two laws and two precepts to live by
The laws are:
A Valkyrie is in complete control of her fertility at all times.
A Valkyrie Grants Life, and Deals Death in the name of the Gods.
The Precepts are:
A Valkyrie never is to wear adornments for modesty, only protection.
A Valkyrie must never suffer herself to be flattered.
She then gave me my Valkyrie name, Dame Lenneth and told me
that whoever answered my questions with more or less than that
as their first response was worthy of a Valkyrie's anger. She also
taught me the poem
To Anger a Valkyrie once and live is remarkable
To Incur a Valkyrie's wrath twice and live is to court death
There are none living who can claim to have angered a Valkyrie Thrice.
I Then went about on my Pilgrimage as a Valkyrie, doing as taught,
which generally included, but was not limited to picking fights to
local ruffians and drunks when I was naked, and then killing them,
teaching otherwise defenseless women in local communities that if they went
around naked a few days, used the fighting tricks I showed them, and then
took whatever they wanted, they could then resettle in another town, that
sort of thing.
To be honest as helpful as all that might sound to help heal my wounded
heart, I found it rather unfufilling. I mean, I was helping local women avoid
being raped, and get better lives. I was also, as a Valkyrie such an object of
sheer terror that usually all it took to get rid of a corrupt official was me
asking him to confess. I also had the pick of any number or gender of sexual
partners in any given place i went. Often enough I asked for married men with
kids for a 'favor' during dinner, and after I was done, they seemed so
relived to see me go they didn't mind me taking the roast mutton off of the
children's dinner plates.
This all changed though, when fate led me to Garen.
Garen was a simple soldier, though one from a bloodline blessed by the Gods.
One evening after a battle in which I had killed an entire enemy army,
he chanced upon me, and tended to my wounds, which were rather severe.
In so doing he insulted my Valkyrie Pride. When I awoke I demanded that
he leave immediately. He argued, and neglected to call me by my title.
Outraged I struck at him with the full force.
Unlike the Poem, however he did not die. Here was a man who had died a Valkyrie
three times and lived! I took the event as an omen of portent, and sought the
counsel of the oracle, in order to know the will of the gods on the matter.
The Oracle told me that their was a great evil, a Leviathan, eating away at the
very heart of the land, and that I was to take my companion Garen as husband,
and that together aided by the guidance of the gods transmitted by sages, wizards,
soothsayers, and hermits we could succeed.
And that is the true tale of how I Lenneth, Valkyrie, rose in rank from Dame to Queen.
Give all praise to the Gods.
"that's a great account of our story there Len." said Garen strolling into the room
as Lenneth's Handmaiden finished penning the memoirs. "you do seem to have left out the
parts about the Oracle, seers, and hermits being all scared folk sending us on wild
goose chases in sheer terror of your being a Valkyire.
"well I couldn't well talk about that part, I mean that could cause a reason for others
to challenge our throne" quipped Lenneth
*Ahem* also neglected to mention that the 'leviathan' we were after was the crowned monarch of
the land. And that we went after him, because after the third crackpot, prophecy we decided to
make up our own."
"again details, allegory, Best argued by children and historians"
said Lenneth anger and cheeks flaring red.
Garen slid up to his wife as the handmaiden slicked away, beet red.
He slid his hands down the backs of her dress.
"you also forgot to mention that it was our third time making love,
after seeing the oracle, when i confessed that the sleeping weed I used
to treat your wounds was the reason I didn't die."
Lenneth paused, turned to Garen and then said.
"I also forgot to write down, that I just discovered, we will soon have heirs"
Valkyrie Lily
Diary of Father Rae,
First Thaw, Trueyear 1288
Found a small orphan girl in the last melting snowdrift outside of town today. I say, orphan,
because that is my official story to the townspeople. If they knew that she had been Ordained,
as a child, and violated that would complicate matters. I really must go and burn her Vestments before
anyone notices. If they knew what she was she would not be safe here.
First Planting, Trueyear 1290
Thank the God of the Firstborn! Hallowed be his name! I managed to keep Lily, the 'orphan' from the
snowdrift's identity a secret to the community for the past 2 years. It has been hard too, she is
very close to 'manifesting' her latent talent, as she appraches her first issue. Already her feminine
featuress, are begining to take shape, and once she realizes that she can cast magic, there is nothing I
will be able to do to protect her if the northern dogs up her realize what she is capable of.
Last harvest, Trueyear 1292
That Lily has survived this long, as a fully devloping blossoming woman, and hid the manifestation of her
divine gift from even me seems nothing short of a miracle. And Lord of the First! what a singing voice she
has on her. With her auburn hair, and soft milky skin, she is unlikely to have any lack of suitors.
Festival of the Firstborn, Day 1 Trueyear 1293
I write this entry with a certain amount of personal guilt and shame. During this spring's festival of the
Firstborn; Lily ran off mid celebration to her 'singing lessons' I'm not sure what i expected to find when
i followed her to the local pond, but the sight of her bathing nude as i hid from her vigilant eye
left me breathless, and not just out of fear.
Festival of the Firstborn, Day 4 Trueyear 1293
Again, i feel some amount of guilt writing this but i have been following Lily to her bathing spot for the past
three days, as I feel that somehow, she will actually meet someone for her 'singing lessons' there. Part of me is
afraid it might be one or more of the local boys, but each time i follow he there all i see is her calmly take off
her dress, fully facing me, in fact.
Festival of the Firstborn, Day 6 Trueyear 1293
I could have sworn she had seen my spy on her today! When she took off her dress at the pond she was standing
directly in front of the bush i was in. Not only that i could have sworn she was staring me straight in the eye
as she sang naked not more than my own height away from me. Still, despite my fear of discovery, I must admit that
seeing one of the Firstborn's daughters flowers in full bloom that close to me was worth the fear of discovery.
Harvest Festival, Day 1 Trueyear 1294
I admit fully that i have been spying on Lily on every one of her excursions to the local pond. It's all i can
do to not admire her curves as she walks around the monastary, and it seems she wears only the minimum amount of
clothing needed on worship days to the firstborn, and even less when no services are scheduled.
Harvest Festival, Day 3 Trueyear 1294
What a tounge wagging I got from the Abess today! Firstly I am not to blame for the fact that Lily did indeed walk
into a worship service while wearing mens trousers. For some reason the Abess focused most of her anger on chewing
me out for looking at Lilly's amzingly fit, nude body. The air of confidence that girl has. Strangely enough, she
didn't even seem to notice when the Abess tried to force her to put a robe on, and with a flick of her muscled wrist
strode outside, into the forest.
Harvest Festival, Day 5 Trueyear 1294
Lily hasn't been back in the two days since she left the abbey with her breasts covered only by her rich auburn hair.
Normally we wouldn't be too worried, since this is Lily who has been wandering the local wilds since the first day she
got here, alone. However we have become to be very worried as we found the pair of mens pants she wore when she walked
off in the town square this morning. I fear that as tough as Lily is, she may have gotten herself into more trouble than
any girl can deal with.
Harvest Festival, Day 7 Trueyear 1294
I am amazingly shocked that i found Lily today, alive, well and nonchalantly bathing nude with an older woman in her pond
I was so worried about her well being that I immedietly forgot myself and approached Lily in conversation. The older woman
did not speak back, but Lily explained that the older woman was the one who had taught her to sing over the past
5 years. Amazingly not only did Lily and the woman not seem embarressed at all by their nakedness, Lily gave me a hug, and
a kiss on the cheek as I left the pond. I will admit with trepidation that she did not seem at all to take notice of my
standing at attention during the embrace, and that I enjoyed it very very much.
First Frost, Trueyear 1294
Father of the Firstborn take me! I found myself this morning beside Lily, in my bed with both of us very much undressed.
I did not even remotely consider my priestly, or wedding vows while bedding her. I am undone! this will be my ruination for sure!
Midwintersday, Trueyear 1294
The past month of and a half of multiple daily copulations with Lily has been amazing. To Sheol with my vows of fidelity!
Her beautiful, succulent pink nipples fill me with uncontrollable desire every time I see her in my room. No idea how she
gets in either, no-one in the village seems to know she has been visiting me. She dosen't particuarlly speak to me either,
she comes in, we have passionate wild mind blowing sex, and then she goes. I'm pretty sure she has a great contraceptive method,
as every time she comes in she refuses to have me hold back my seed, and her cycle would have produced a child if she were not
in control of it somehow.
Eve of Lastfrost, Trueyear 1294
As the year comes to a close, my mind is full of uncertainty. Maybe it's the bandit camp that has been raiding our village of late
Maybe it's the fact that rumors are abounding in town that an vetran valkyrie was felled by them a few mornings ago. All the reports,
as scattered as they are agree on one thing. The Valkyrie died not of the bandits blades, but of hear own volition. Heart failure,
I suppose. Either way, a Valkyrie's Blade and Armor are not the sort of things that bandits will even touch, much less sell. Ah well
with any luck the bandits will leave our village before the Valkyrie's sisters come to avenger her.
Lastfrost, Trueyear 1294
As I write this my final journal entry, my hands shiver as I ink this in my own blood. But a few moments ago, after the bandits captured
our Abby, I was in the cloistered room off of the main chapel. Of all things I saw the bandits bring in the body of the dead Valkyrie into the
chapel, and then they started assaulting and murdering the priestesses, starting with the Abess, my wife. I could not bear to watch any further,
once Lily nude strode into the chapel and began singing her song. Even now, amdist the cries of pain of the innocent, i can hear her singing.
Before Father Rae could write any further in his diary, the bandit commander crashed into the cloistered room. As Father Rae looked in
horror at her he realised two things. That the young, lithe woman Lily had made sure to let every bandit have their way with her. His second
realization is that after each and every bandits had stripped off thier armor and had her in turn, she had killed every one of them with her bare hands.
Lily was not ordained to be a priestess.
Lily was born a Valkyrie
The Valkyrie Father Rae had grown to love calmly donned her mentor's armor and blade
And drawing on her 'singing lessons'
She set forth to right the wrongs of a broken world.
First Thaw, Trueyear 1288
Found a small orphan girl in the last melting snowdrift outside of town today. I say, orphan,
because that is my official story to the townspeople. If they knew that she had been Ordained,
as a child, and violated that would complicate matters. I really must go and burn her Vestments before
anyone notices. If they knew what she was she would not be safe here.
First Planting, Trueyear 1290
Thank the God of the Firstborn! Hallowed be his name! I managed to keep Lily, the 'orphan' from the
snowdrift's identity a secret to the community for the past 2 years. It has been hard too, she is
very close to 'manifesting' her latent talent, as she appraches her first issue. Already her feminine
featuress, are begining to take shape, and once she realizes that she can cast magic, there is nothing I
will be able to do to protect her if the northern dogs up her realize what she is capable of.
Last harvest, Trueyear 1292
That Lily has survived this long, as a fully devloping blossoming woman, and hid the manifestation of her
divine gift from even me seems nothing short of a miracle. And Lord of the First! what a singing voice she
has on her. With her auburn hair, and soft milky skin, she is unlikely to have any lack of suitors.
Festival of the Firstborn, Day 1 Trueyear 1293
I write this entry with a certain amount of personal guilt and shame. During this spring's festival of the
Firstborn; Lily ran off mid celebration to her 'singing lessons' I'm not sure what i expected to find when
i followed her to the local pond, but the sight of her bathing nude as i hid from her vigilant eye
left me breathless, and not just out of fear.
Festival of the Firstborn, Day 4 Trueyear 1293
Again, i feel some amount of guilt writing this but i have been following Lily to her bathing spot for the past
three days, as I feel that somehow, she will actually meet someone for her 'singing lessons' there. Part of me is
afraid it might be one or more of the local boys, but each time i follow he there all i see is her calmly take off
her dress, fully facing me, in fact.
Festival of the Firstborn, Day 6 Trueyear 1293
I could have sworn she had seen my spy on her today! When she took off her dress at the pond she was standing
directly in front of the bush i was in. Not only that i could have sworn she was staring me straight in the eye
as she sang naked not more than my own height away from me. Still, despite my fear of discovery, I must admit that
seeing one of the Firstborn's daughters flowers in full bloom that close to me was worth the fear of discovery.
Harvest Festival, Day 1 Trueyear 1294
I admit fully that i have been spying on Lily on every one of her excursions to the local pond. It's all i can
do to not admire her curves as she walks around the monastary, and it seems she wears only the minimum amount of
clothing needed on worship days to the firstborn, and even less when no services are scheduled.
Harvest Festival, Day 3 Trueyear 1294
What a tounge wagging I got from the Abess today! Firstly I am not to blame for the fact that Lily did indeed walk
into a worship service while wearing mens trousers. For some reason the Abess focused most of her anger on chewing
me out for looking at Lilly's amzingly fit, nude body. The air of confidence that girl has. Strangely enough, she
didn't even seem to notice when the Abess tried to force her to put a robe on, and with a flick of her muscled wrist
strode outside, into the forest.
Harvest Festival, Day 5 Trueyear 1294
Lily hasn't been back in the two days since she left the abbey with her breasts covered only by her rich auburn hair.
Normally we wouldn't be too worried, since this is Lily who has been wandering the local wilds since the first day she
got here, alone. However we have become to be very worried as we found the pair of mens pants she wore when she walked
off in the town square this morning. I fear that as tough as Lily is, she may have gotten herself into more trouble than
any girl can deal with.
Harvest Festival, Day 7 Trueyear 1294
I am amazingly shocked that i found Lily today, alive, well and nonchalantly bathing nude with an older woman in her pond
I was so worried about her well being that I immedietly forgot myself and approached Lily in conversation. The older woman
did not speak back, but Lily explained that the older woman was the one who had taught her to sing over the past
5 years. Amazingly not only did Lily and the woman not seem embarressed at all by their nakedness, Lily gave me a hug, and
a kiss on the cheek as I left the pond. I will admit with trepidation that she did not seem at all to take notice of my
standing at attention during the embrace, and that I enjoyed it very very much.
First Frost, Trueyear 1294
Father of the Firstborn take me! I found myself this morning beside Lily, in my bed with both of us very much undressed.
I did not even remotely consider my priestly, or wedding vows while bedding her. I am undone! this will be my ruination for sure!
Midwintersday, Trueyear 1294
The past month of and a half of multiple daily copulations with Lily has been amazing. To Sheol with my vows of fidelity!
Her beautiful, succulent pink nipples fill me with uncontrollable desire every time I see her in my room. No idea how she
gets in either, no-one in the village seems to know she has been visiting me. She dosen't particuarlly speak to me either,
she comes in, we have passionate wild mind blowing sex, and then she goes. I'm pretty sure she has a great contraceptive method,
as every time she comes in she refuses to have me hold back my seed, and her cycle would have produced a child if she were not
in control of it somehow.
Eve of Lastfrost, Trueyear 1294
As the year comes to a close, my mind is full of uncertainty. Maybe it's the bandit camp that has been raiding our village of late
Maybe it's the fact that rumors are abounding in town that an vetran valkyrie was felled by them a few mornings ago. All the reports,
as scattered as they are agree on one thing. The Valkyrie died not of the bandits blades, but of hear own volition. Heart failure,
I suppose. Either way, a Valkyrie's Blade and Armor are not the sort of things that bandits will even touch, much less sell. Ah well
with any luck the bandits will leave our village before the Valkyrie's sisters come to avenger her.
Lastfrost, Trueyear 1294
As I write this my final journal entry, my hands shiver as I ink this in my own blood. But a few moments ago, after the bandits captured
our Abby, I was in the cloistered room off of the main chapel. Of all things I saw the bandits bring in the body of the dead Valkyrie into the
chapel, and then they started assaulting and murdering the priestesses, starting with the Abess, my wife. I could not bear to watch any further,
once Lily nude strode into the chapel and began singing her song. Even now, amdist the cries of pain of the innocent, i can hear her singing.
Before Father Rae could write any further in his diary, the bandit commander crashed into the cloistered room. As Father Rae looked in
horror at her he realised two things. That the young, lithe woman Lily had made sure to let every bandit have their way with her. His second
realization is that after each and every bandits had stripped off thier armor and had her in turn, she had killed every one of them with her bare hands.
Lily was not ordained to be a priestess.
Lily was born a Valkyrie
The Valkyrie Father Rae had grown to love calmly donned her mentor's armor and blade
And drawing on her 'singing lessons'
She set forth to right the wrongs of a broken world.
Cult of the firstborn, Initiation/training
cult of the firstborn, rulers of the frozen mountainous region of the valley of the mists.
Takes firstborn child, male or female,
and all multiple births regardless of place for “service to the
gods”
second born, male or female, is given
to local service “alders”
Those given to gods, trained in a very
sexually permissive high stress environment
both males and females taught arts of
war, politics, rhetoric, geography, etc....
Pregnancies in this period do not end
females studies, only modify the course of them to their needs
no attempt at encouraging contraception
is made. although some forms are available.
No outsiders are allowed in, the school
is “taught” by senior students around 16-18 who are awaiting
promotion to the outside world. They are the intermediaries between
the students, and the current clergy/military.
Women typically become priestesses.
Males typically become templars.
A woman may become a Valkyrie in one of
two ways.
kill a class mate, of either gender
(rare)
Pass a strenuous series of military
grading exams.
A man may become a priest in one of two
ways.
gain the sponsorship of four or more
senior students, who swear to serve him and only him, all his days
(rare)
Pass a intensive series of written
exams\
upon age 16 students become “senior
students” and teach the younger ones, and after a “blessing”
enter the formal clergy of the church, and start developing contacts
with the the members of the church/military. These senior students
serve util the age of 18, after which they are “anointed” and
assigned further service. Any who fulfill the requirements to become a
“priest” or “Valkyrie” graduate early, and are given special
training for 3-6 years. by their respective corps.
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