Astrakaleidos

Bel'Akoreth The subjects of Bel'Akoreth are the most honest in the world; hiding among mortals they prefer the image of emptiness to a pretense-form, and among their own kind they walk freely in their true images. These are very varied, and each corresponds to a fine gradation of caste and rank: skittering and crawling things belong to the castes of peering-eyes and letter-bearers, small furry and scaly things belong to the castes of milksaps and shrinekeepers, upright and dexterous things belong to the castes of altarmen and house-angels.  The nobles of Bel'Akoreth are the most egalitarian in the world; though they are as varied in form as their subjects they all uniformly wear the same image, that of a scarlet tiger. They enjoy nothing better than convening in councils and rough-hewn oratory halls, where they recline on slabs of marble carefully planed to the same hight and lick the same thin broth from golden platters. Routinely the losing parties of debates are sent to ...

Class: Berserker Skills: fasting, stargazing, plying the worm-writhen blade Gear: damascened sword, shield, purple-hemmed robes A: The Saccharine Touch , Inner Torsion B: Fateless , Heart-Prison, +1 Template cap C: Die The Saccharine Touch : Your soul coils upon a promise made; when your body dies in battle with sword in hand, you shall spring free in a shower of dusty plasma. [ templates in berserker ] in 2 odds that you reach the heavens, and fall back to earth 2d6 days later encased in a fresh-forged vessel. Inner Torsion : You may make any roll with advantage, but suffer damage equal to the lower die if you choose to do so. Fateless :  Your next template must be template C of this class. Heart-Prison :  You are plasmolized, wound so tight that you hardly touch the walls of your self. Nothing pains you; your body is a blade of senseless metal. Nothing vexes you; your mind is but hilt and pommel. Nothing tires you; scabbards are for swords with a future. Where you are headed...