“No greater love”
Ngu Bolonge, prophetic monk of the Peaceful Skytop, was killed for his ‘heretical’ preaching in a Theocratic nation. His sons, borne of different mothers under the same moon, appearing to all the word to be twins, grew strong together. When they reached manhood they made a pilgrimage to dig up their father, who they never knew, and told the skeleton the tale of their lives and their dreams. Each heard the other’s there in the ancient graveyard, a mirror to their own desires. They took their father’s belt, which he was buried with : twin straps of leather interwoven, one raven black, one snow white. Separating those strands, and wearing them as headbands, they swore oaths to each other which only the moon knows now.
Along with five other heroic figures of their age, the ‘brothers’ fell defending a nameless town from the raiding bandit army of the Silken Woods. The stories say they fought off dozens of raiders, resorting to barehanded strikes after their weapons broke, until a single spear thrust penetrated both their chests and laid them low.
Their headbands were kept by the townsfolk and held in sacred memory. When their children come of age, they must venture into the Silken Woods in pairs, bearing the bands, for a night. All have returned, bearing stories of danger and comradery.
WHEN YOU WEAR ONE OF THE HEADBANDS OF THE NGU BROTHERS AND SOMEONE ELSE WEARING THE OTHER MEETS DEATH, you take their place under it’s hungry sight. Roll Last Breath + any bond(s) you have with the other headband wearer and abide by the results. They live, whatever the outcome.