Raised in ancient traditions of faith and courage. They wield abilities of radiant light and believe The Divine has not abandoned humanity. The Devoted are the spiritual backbone of the Towers, keepers of sacred rites and living examples of what remains pure in a cursed world. Their presence inspires hope in the fearful and defiance in the desperate. Many spend their lives in quiet prayer and service, while others take up arms as holy warriors, their faith manifesting as literal light that burns the cursed and shields the innocent. To join their ranks is to swear an oath that may one day cost everything.
Those who bear the Blood Curse and choose to master it. They form hidden orders seeking to control or break the curse. The Profane walk a razor's edge — embracing the power the curse offers while fighting to retain their humanity. Some seek a cure through forbidden rites and ancient blood magic, while others believe the curse itself can be reshaped into a weapon against the darkness. Their orders operate in secrecy, often at odds with the more traditional factions of the Towers. To the fearful, they are monsters in waiting. To the desperate, they represent the only path to true freedom from the hunger.
Those who rely on wit, skill, and invention. They study the enemy with cold precision and develop deadly tools and techniques. The Hunters are pragmatists in a world of faith and horror. They believe that the curse can be fought not with miracles, but with knowledge, preparation, and ruthless efficiency. Their workshops are filled with strange devices, silvered weapons, and alchemical concoctions designed to exploit the weaknesses of the Fourthburn and Fallen. Many Hunters operate alone or in small cells, ranging far from the Towers to gather intelligence and test new methods. Their work is dangerous, thankless, and absolutely vital.