Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150315213237/@comment-5583506-20150318005405

She nodded. "That's it. However, the ceremony in which you become..." She didn't really want to say it. Just speaking the word out loud seemed to put Perdix on the edge. "The ceremony in which you truly become one of us, will take place first. It won't be anything serious. It will take place in the dining hall. Everyone will gather. The one you have chosen as your forebear will simply cut his hand and allow a couple of drops of blood fall into a chalice, which you will drink."

She touched his hand gently to comfort him. "If... if the mere thought of drinking another man's blood disgusts you, you could ask to mix it up with a brew of your choice, to hide the taste. There will be no shame in it and it will still have the same effect. No one will laugh at you, if you choose this. They only care whether or not you have chosen a path in which they can call you their brother."