When the first moonlight shines upon the earth, the Twelve Apostles rise from the dim glow of the night. The Wizard, the Wordsmith, the Silver Serpent, the Giant, the Plaguebearer, the Undead, the Knight, the Alchemist, the Druid, the Fallen God, the Bloodborn, and the Werewolf.   In this endless night, who is the hunter, who is the sacrifice, who is the master, and who is the servant?   The werewolf’s claws, so sharp—how fitting they would be for my sorcerous gauntlets. The bloodborn’s bat wings, casting shadows over the streets—how perfect they would be for my enchanted cloak. The fallen god’s scepter, drenched in blood—how well it would serve as my...