Being in a cult can have its perks. Just not if you're starting out, at least not if you're not already someone important. Neophytes they call them, because it sounds better than "lambs to the slaughter" or "chaff to be separated from the wheat" or other such phrases. They serve their purpose of course, but against a determined or experienced force their purpose tends to more involve slowing down invaders so that more important members of the cult can get things done. Still, quantity has a quality of its own, and with enough crazed, robed fools with curved daggers lunging at you it can be hard to hold them off, especially with their other asset: Zealotry. Instinct: To serve the cult

• Crash upon the heathens like a wave
• Turn out to be the lycanthrope in sheep's clothing
• Reveal more encroaching chaff for the scythe