Servants of the Cross
The Servants of the Cross are trained fighters who have never had to fight, guarding a site that has never been attacked, waiting for a threat that some believe will never come. They are the wardens of the Crossroads, the legendary King's Court holy site where musicians go to trade their souls for transcendent talent, and they have sworn oaths never to use the Crossroads for personal gain.
They live in the rooms above Horace Griffin's bar, spending their time drinking, playing music, and maintaining combat readiness for a siege that the Crossroads has never experienced. No raider, critter, or undead attack has ever been recorded at the site. Some say the devil himself keeps the threats away to ensure a steady supply of souls. The Servants train regardless, viewing their vigil as holy duty rather than practical necessity.
Each member bears a tattoo somewhere on their body depicting a large black X formed from the necks of two crossed guitars. They follow no specific King or Queen, devoted instead to an all-encompassing love of music that transcends the factional divisions of the broader Court. When someone arrives at the Crossroads seeking to make a deal, the Servants test their worthiness before allowing the attempt. Some join the order out of fear of making the deal themselves; others join from duty; a few join simply to hear a successful deal-maker play with the impossible skill of someone who has traded everything and has nothing left to lose.
They live in the rooms above Horace Griffin's bar, spending their time drinking, playing music, and maintaining combat readiness for a siege that the Crossroads has never experienced. No raider, critter, or undead attack has ever been recorded at the site. Some say the devil himself keeps the threats away to ensure a steady supply of souls. The Servants train regardless, viewing their vigil as holy duty rather than practical necessity.
Each member bears a tattoo somewhere on their body depicting a large black X formed from the necks of two crossed guitars. They follow no specific King or Queen, devoted instead to an all-encompassing love of music that transcends the factional divisions of the broader Court. When someone arrives at the Crossroads seeking to make a deal, the Servants test their worthiness before allowing the attempt. Some join the order out of fear of making the deal themselves; others join from duty; a few join simply to hear a successful deal-maker play with the impossible skill of someone who has traded everything and has nothing left to lose.
