
CHAMPIONS
BORN AS HUMANS. MORE THAN MERE MORTALS.
Maria
CHAMPION: THE COMPASSIONATE
When an institution that pretends to care about the salvation of people's souls considers the suffering of its believers' bodies a punishment from God and therefore ignores them, forbidding even those who have compassion to act compassionately; when knights rot in their armor supported by steel and are pierced by the black death instead of steel, when castles rot and the benevolent have only the rats in their dungeons with whom they can talk, whisper, make plans, then it is time for a revolution: evolution. A body immune to disease that nurtures illness like flowers in a garden: to ravage humanity, to burn down the forest so that something new can emerge from the ashes. A charitable woman, whose charity has turned its back on humanity, now cares for rats who carry the plague into the world of the living, who whisper secrets to her and encourage her that the suffering will soon come to an end. A believer who does not believe in God, does not believe in science. She only believes in progress through death.
AMIA
CHAMPION: THE WISE
Her grandfather was a king. He traveled around the world with his army, so the little princess was told. What she was not told was that the kindly old man on whose lap she sat, whose voice sang lullabies to her, who explained the rules of nature and men to her, brought the sword to every country he "traveled" to. He was a mass murderer. He murdered for ancient wisdom and books were his prey. He had wiped out farms, villages, towns, he had wiped out entire civilizations. And then he brought their wisdom home with him and read it to her. Ancient words that made no sense to her. It all stopped when he finally found what he was looking for. From a temple protected by 7.777 unarmed monks he took a book that would bring him eternal life. All he needed was a vessel that would listen.
and before he died, the old man stammered like a little girl. and the girl began to read and ride.
Zhu Zhu
CHAMPION: The Silent
When the invaders came, there was nothing left. The roof over their heads was replaced by a cave, the laughter and singing of the wind chimes outside the house was replaced by silence. Joy for the future was replaced by fear. What remained was love. Not for the people, but for the animal that stood by her. And where there was nothing, love conquered fear and transformed it into an iron will. And the iron will forged weapons and forged her body into a weapon. She learned to survive and forgot how to speak. Only whistles and touches were needed to achieve what she wanted. And she grew up hunting mythical creatures. Monsters in the woods, monsters on battlefields, monsters in armor that she cracked open like crabs. She ate their flesh and fed the animal with tendons and entrails.
And people saw her without seeing her, heard her without hearing her and felt the influence of the girl from the mountains without shadows. For the magical properties of her victims had already passed into her and the animal.
She looked down from the mountains and saw banners that were not hers. Banners that had to burn. No matter who she had to ally herself with.
HELLFIRE JACK
CHAMPION: THE OCCULTIST
After decades of research, a scientist became an occultist. A book that had belonged to a king was to thank. It described magical practices: Curses, divination, reviving the inanimate, soul transfer... The most important lesson, however, was that science is finite, magic is not. The mind must be bent, warped in bizarre ways to understand it, to perform the most difficult of rituals: To push open a gate to hell and steal the fire of truth. So he walked through hell and expected resistance.
But hell was empty. And it was only when he returned to earth bearing the flame that he was able to see the monsters: Angels and demons, mixed with human lust for power in a hell on earth. And when he tried to warn the humans, when they ridiculed him, when he realized that humans were just fodder for the otherworldly invaders, he joined the monsters of both realms. For the reward of his choice: Insight.
LILLIT
CHAMPION: THE IMMORTAL
Oh greed, oh greed disguised as piety. You send armor filled with ambition and cruelty to distant lands to loot artifacts to bring your masters closer to heaven. You follow the trails of ancient images on ancient rocks to a promised prize. Fasting and searching: If you travel to heaven or hell, you are doomed to stay there once you have eaten a morsel. And because she refused to submit to Adam, Lillit was removed from paradise by being forced to take a morsel of the apple. She was laid in a grave, her hand clasped around the paradisiacal apple. But she was expelled from paradise before Eve also committed the sin and humanity became mortal. The Templars only realized that Lillit was immortal, that Lillit had developed an unquenchable hatred of angels, demons and humans over the past millennia and, above all, that she had never swallowed the apple, when it was already too late.
And Lillit mingled with the humans, in a thousand guises, and angels and demons alike feared her, for she was incorruptible. No power or riches mattered to her. She only wanted to go back to where she had come from: paradise.
THE FAIRYKING
CHAMPION: The prejudiced
The story of the Fairy King is that of a sick man. The rare disease of lycantrophia, which turns human bone and flesh wolf-like, had infected a farmer. The werewolf, ostracized by his hamlet out of prejudice, whose white fur turned green as he hid from the mob of cutthroats in the swamp, was called "Grey Inch" by the peasants because his grey fangs gleamed in the darkness.
A gunslinger, whose beard also shimmered with gray and who traveled in a wagon, responded to the wanted notice, killed the monster, recovered the monster's treasure and gifted it to the peasants. He freed the fairies that the werewolf had collected out of loneliness. The humans glorified the mercenary, who gained supernatural powers from the grateful fairies. They forgot the werewolf, for they never realized that without nemesis there would be no heroes and without prejudice there would be less nemesis.
TRAVELLER 42
CHAMPION: THE CURIOUS
And when the scientist's daughter died, he redesigned her. She was made of metal and beloved memories. And he swore to himself that he would incorporate her soul into the replica and her irrepressible curiosity.
And he worked tirelessly and feverishly, but the work took longer than he had expected. And so the memory faded. But he had promised her a soul and so he worked on the replica until he died. She never got the injection with the soul. But he had told her something: the most important thing in life is curiosity. And so she embarked on her own journey. She recreated her father so that he could complete his work and give her a soul. But a machine cannot build a machine that is capable of creating a soul. This drove her away from her world, because the curiosity in her was alive. And so she moved away from her time and her dimension and descended into the pit. There she saw a tree for the first time. And the sky was blue and not black as she knew it. And everything multiplied. Trees, people, microorganisms. Even the clouds seemed to multiply and grow. Everything seemed to have a soul.
Except for her.
THE HERDER
CHAMPION: THE MESSIAH
No one knows exactly where the child came from. It was just a child, nothing remarkable, one of thousands. It was a child without roots, without a leader, without a role model. But the child wanted to be someone. So it went into the crowd. Into the markets, into the alleyways. In a city that punishes thieves with death, because that is where thieves are least expected.
The risk was richly rewarded. The little boy now pretended to be a prince and the people loved this story. They helped him and served him, because they feared the "king" his "father". He bought spices in no man's land and sold them in the towns. He had thieves executed. Now he pretended to be a merchant and the people loved this story too and visited him in his house where he entertained them.
Now he spoke to the mentally feeble. He charmed 12 followers with gold and fine words and the promise of salvation. The 12 followers called him "Messiah" because they feared the "King in heaven", his "father". Soon his followers grew to a thousand, then a hundred thousand. Then he went to war and killed a hundred thousand infidels. Because he always wanted to be someone: a leader, a role model, a herder.