the forresters | d7 cult [open]
May 21, 2021 0:06:36 GMT -5
Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on May 21, 2021 0:06:36 GMT -5
They are a legacy nestled in the hinterlands of Seven, and they are as wild as their home. People say that all of their hymns are all howls. People say it’s bad luck if they catch a glimpse of them. People say, or rather, warn:
Primal, savage, and having no desires to be anything else, the Forresters live in the accord with the rules of their old gods, reveling in nature, draped under bear-skins, weaving flower-crowns, and the most important rule of all: giving back to nature.
Their calcified, flower-adorned altars of bone glisten on most full moons with animal blood and, yearly, the blood of a special youth chosen for the endeavor, for the sacrifice. It is an honor to be chosen, it is an honor to be returned. The path to the altar is thick with incense and radiant with glory. It is an honor, to the Forresters, to spill one’s throat for the old gods.
But a few years ago, Vargen Forrester had carved out a new path, one that is considered a novelty but blood-stained all the same. In his wish to not be a sacrifice, he chose to collect sacrifices instead, going from a bared throat to the blade meant to cut it. He succeeded collecting two before becoming one himself. A saint, they call him these days, dedicating the boy an altar made from wolf teeth. Now the Forresters know that the old gods drink any kind of blood they are offered.
‘‘don’t let the Forresters get a hold of you.’’
Primal, savage, and having no desires to be anything else, the Forresters live in the accord with the rules of their old gods, reveling in nature, draped under bear-skins, weaving flower-crowns, and the most important rule of all: giving back to nature.
All are roots, and to roots they shall return.
Their calcified, flower-adorned altars of bone glisten on most full moons with animal blood and, yearly, the blood of a special youth chosen for the endeavor, for the sacrifice. It is an honor to be chosen, it is an honor to be returned. The path to the altar is thick with incense and radiant with glory. It is an honor, to the Forresters, to spill one’s throat for the old gods.
But a few years ago, Vargen Forrester had carved out a new path, one that is considered a novelty but blood-stained all the same. In his wish to not be a sacrifice, he chose to collect sacrifices instead, going from a bared throat to the blade meant to cut it. He succeeded collecting two before becoming one himself. A saint, they call him these days, dedicating the boy an altar made from wolf teeth. Now the Forresters know that the old gods drink any kind of blood they are offered.
Fresh, though, is always the most sacred.
After months and months of sleeping on expanding this plot, they are finally here: the Forresters, a Midsommar-centric, Princess Mononoke-esque, batshit cult hipster community that is heavily inspired by the Norse myths and worships the old gods of nature. They also used to perform a yearly ritual in which they sacrifice their own children! Fun!
As for face-claims, the Forresters' defining trait is their platinum blonde hair, but anyone that passes as a Nordic person will be fine. You can also choose to play characters of mixed race as the cult recruits people routinely to make sure their numbers remain strong and plump.
Family relations are intentionally kept vague. Everyone is family, everyone is cherished by the old gods.
As for face-claims, the Forresters' defining trait is their platinum blonde hair, but anyone that passes as a Nordic person will be fine. You can also choose to play characters of mixed race as the cult recruits people routinely to make sure their numbers remain strong and plump.
Family relations are intentionally kept vague. Everyone is family, everyone is cherished by the old gods.
- APPLICATION -
Name:
Character Name: (Swedish/Nordic names are preferred for a pure Forrester, but if your character is a recruit, any is fine)
Character Idea: (Insert face-claim ideas here)
Misc. Notes:
