Foul

You have accepted a Descendant Of The Altar into your clan.

Perhaps unknowingly, maybe out of curiosity of what may occur with such a being in your presence, but the statement remains. Plague’s calling runs through their bloodline, a roaring entity that yearns for its children to listen and act upon their mother’s impulses and wishes. Their mothers and fathers sent them out into Sornieth alone for that reason, to spread their infection and belief wherever they can, never to return to The Altar unless absolutely necessary. The Mother urges them forward, but a very small few manage to break from the wicked curse upon their bloodline and run as far away as they can from The Altar’s hold.

Maybe your new clanmate will be one to break from this hold, to free themselves from The Mother and redeem their lineage’s sins.

Or perhaps you will let them embrace what their bloodline is meant for, and watch them spread their message across the world.

All will belong to The Mother regardless.

Your Altar Ancestors.

"A cheat during battle and conversation, Foul has solidified his place as a piece of work within The Altar. I'm sure his smug expression will invoke frustration within those who decide to challenge him and his wits. Instead of being persuasive, like his brother, he gambles any fortune or items of worth he may carry, confident in his ability to succeed against opponents. Many will owe him favours in the future. Although he prefers to use words and wit against others, he has been known to use immense strength against his enemies in battle, proving himself an able warrior for our cause.. Our infection may not spread in a conventional way with this one, but it will spread."