After months of the grunt labor: Tending the ghouls, scrubbing the walls, feeding the abominations, carrying armor, and grooming the geists. Grueling stuff; they finally deemed me worthy to start training. When I got the initiates gear they gave me, covered in old blood stains, and stitched up sword-holes, I thought they were trying to psyche me out. One week in, and more of these stains are mine, and I realized that it was more of a forecast.