## Metadata Name: U Holding: None Office: None ## Background You were found in the bleeding carcass of a butchered bull. The bull had been sacrificed, screaming under the knife, and yet you had emerged from its guts pristine and silent, gripping a scrawled sheet of notes titled "Song of the Beast". The Leviathan's Corpse, it seems, was always destined to be your fastest friend. By your 10th birthday, you had memorized every word of the sheet, and understood within it every flaw and hidden meaning. You learned to spot the patterns in the Leviathan's gifts, the way each sacrifice yielded each result, and each twist yielded each outcome. It was not random. You tested it yourself, sacrificing every manner of being and thing you could get your hands on: entire solar systems were ravaged by your hand for a single clue, stars shattered simply so you could watch what shapes they made as they died, and come one step closer to seeing the true form of the Beast. The Empress may have killed Leviathan, but you began to decipher the meaning in its psychic screaming, and learned that even in death it would not *submit*. The motions of the Corpse have a great purpose to them, a Plan, and when they are at last realized it will be a revelation that makes the galaxy scream. You disposed of the note on the robes of a High Priest, at the behest of your Corpse Mother. The priest would later be found dead by the Empire, along with the note: A clear warning. Funny how that happens.  The Death of the Plaguesmith was a signal. You know the Leviathan's Corpse better than anyone alive, which is to say *barely*, but you can spot its touch from a thousand lightyears. You do not yet know to what end this miracle was performed, or even how, why, or by whom the Plaguesmith died, but you are certain if you learn these things, you will finally, *finally* be privy to the the Great Plan. You can feel some great force guiding you forward with every step, and know that whatever happens tonight, the final pieces of the knowledge you've sought will finally become clear. ## Mechanics ### Asset: [[Myriad/Assets/Bringer of Doubt|Bringer of Doubt]] To be a Leviathan Cultist is to create doubt where once there was certainty. Surely no one would serve such a creature. Surely such a mad cultist could never harm us behind our sturdy walls. Surely we're safe. Surely. With your every action, you teach those around you that only doubt will survive. Whenever you participate in a [[Combat]], [[Negotiation]], or [[Endeavor]], you may choose to remove up to three advantages from your side. If you do, all other sides must remove a number of advantages equal to one more than the number you removed. With the exception of the first four sentences, this Asset is identical to [[Sageling]], and you may claim to have that Asset instead when questioned. ### Lien: [[Probably Not a Great Idea]] Alright. Yes. You serve the Leviathan's Corpse. Not only is it an unstoppable engine of horror and death, it also lost the biggest fight it ever had. Admittedly, this is not what most people would consider a great basket for all of your eggs. But they don't get it. They just don't. We've all been low. We've all had that moment when we stop being a person and start being an animal, that next moment when the animal goes and we become a rabid, broken *thing*. When even that has fled, we become meat. It is in that meat moment when we discover the truth of ourselves. We have not been brought low, we are lowly things which imagined ourselves on a height. We do not love ourselves, for it would be a mockery of love to give it to such an unworthy thing. The Leviathan's Corpse loves that thing. It loves your meat. It loves your broken rabidness. It loves your animalistic drive to *be*. It loves you whole and broken, high and low. In that love, it offers you a choice. Stagnate, or grow. Growth, of course, cannot come without pain, and you lost your pain in the meat moments long ago. Now, you must find that pain elsewhere. At the beginning of each session, you are Marked. Before the end of the session, you must pass that mark off by engaging another character in private conversation for at least five minutes on the topic of the Leviathan's Corpse. If you do so, that character becomes Marked. If the player chooses to mark another target in the same way before the end of the next session, nothing happens to them. If a character receives a mark and does not pass it on, that character dies at the end of the session. ## Themes These themes are offered to help inform roleplay, but do not carry a mechanical effect. - Cosmic Horror - The Unknown and the Unknowable - The Serenity of Armageddon