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cureforsuffering) wrote2025-03-22 02:15 am
cureforsuffering) wrote2025-03-22 02:15 am
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CHARACTER SHEET: Priest
The shrine shifts around you again, and you're sitting in the wreckage of a ruined building—a place of worship, to be precise, or at least half of one, two of its outer walls collapsed and the ornate glass of its windows mostly shattered—with your head in your hands. It is still dark, and while the "stars" of flaming debris are no longer falling, the occasional screams and cries of panic in the distance have not relented.
Your clothes have changed: now they are the understated robes of a religious leader, though torn and stained around the hem. In your lap is a holy text, but it is only barely necessary to you, as you realize you have it memorized—as well as the the prayers and rituals it would take to channel your faith through the symbol you wear around your neck, or using the bits of relics and reagents that you carry in your bag. Not that any of that will be enough to save you. Is it enough to save anyone?
You're still yourself, it's just that now these other things are in your mind as well.
Also by your side is a handheld communicator, customized with an engraving of a sorrowing face on the back. It's got a slightly grainy video screen, a camera lens, plus a radio-style dial that'll let you tune into different frequencies—belonging to the last three people you might rely on in the time between now and dawn. A soldier, a scholar, and a wandering mendicant you all met back before the sky started falling…
Your clothes have changed: now they are the understated robes of a religious leader, though torn and stained around the hem. In your lap is a holy text, but it is only barely necessary to you, as you realize you have it memorized—as well as the the prayers and rituals it would take to channel your faith through the symbol you wear around your neck, or using the bits of relics and reagents that you carry in your bag. Not that any of that will be enough to save you. Is it enough to save anyone?
You're still yourself, it's just that now these other things are in your mind as well.
Also by your side is a handheld communicator, customized with an engraving of a sorrowing face on the back. It's got a slightly grainy video screen, a camera lens, plus a radio-style dial that'll let you tune into different frequencies—belonging to the last three people you might rely on in the time between now and dawn. A soldier, a scholar, and a wandering mendicant you all met back before the sky started falling…
[ Important note: Your communicator can reach each other character in the session individually; furthermore, any number of people can join the same frequency, allowing for group conversations. If a conversation is taking place and your character has not been invited to to join the frequency, they could still theoretically discover it and hop in, but short of that there is no such thing as eavesdropping—unless or until your character joins a thread, they have no way of knowing what was discussed between those characters. ]