This is really interesting. Found this post while browsing the #art tag, and decided to follow because I enjoy comics art, nostalgia, RPG, and suspense horror.
I'll try playing for a few weeks and see if I like it.
New character: Cultist
Starting: stamina
Sample Backstory
Reverend Calvin Vonderheim could not escape the nightmares haunting him every night. The ghosts... no angels were calling him by name. They would call to him, and guide him through a darkened infinity maze.
Eventually these spirits morphed into a being of pure light he could better recognize. His great grandmother Beazel from Germany became the guiding host of those nightmares. In those strange dreams she was always inviting him to visit her, enticing him as if he were still only four years old, with her cookies and chocolates. With her soft voice the previously frightening nightmares soon became welcomed dreams, and he began to enjoy visiting with his charming ancestor.
She always told him the most vivid tales when he was a child. Horrific nightmarish stories about monsters who kidnapped naughty children in the night. In the dreams, she would reference those same monsters, and call them by familiar names.
"You must re-construct the sanctified alter exactly as I describe. Only then can you cross-over into my beloved arms, and enter the afterlife. Otherwise you will dwell the darkness as a ghost, and become prey to the monsters who dwell in those dark places."
Night after night, the Reverend labored secretly in the twilight hours. Deep in the darkest corner of the chapel cellar he fashioned an alter. The pentacle on the floor was measured to the exact specifications. The candles had to be arranged and always lit in a triangle with the precise angles. A crucifix tipped on its side acted as a conduit to train his meditation through. It would draw in protective spirits and ward away those who might stand in his way.
Words of power were chanted when the moon was at its zenith during the night. Every ritual was concluded with a ceremonial burial. A sacred sacrifice was always provided by burying the dead here in the cellar near the holy shrine. By offering the bones of the deceased, the Reverend believed it would appease the spirits in the great beyond, and offer him greater standing in their ranks on the day of his ascension.
As the town's beloved caretaker of the historical graveyard, there was no shortage of available human bones to allow the Reverend to conduct his secret ceremonies in the night.
In time, he would be prepared to welcome visitors who were similarly guided by these dream visions. Together they would develop a larger network of otherworldly conduits to better dissolve the barriers between the dimensions. A world in which the spirits and flesh could recombine in unison would a world in which their powers could manifest in full. The Reverend and his holy fellowship would become Gods unto mortal men.
Yessssssss! Excellent! Thank you so much for dropping by with such an awesome character! Get ready tomorrow for the RPG to begin!