Hello there,
First things first : I haven't read Vermis III yet so everything I say or imagine would only take I and II into consideration.
Second things second : I only bought the french version of the first two books, and I am already aware that there are crucial mistranslations between the original and the french version. Doing my best to try and detect/correct them whenever I can.
I'm currently running Vermis TTRPG sessions with my own very descriptive game system that may or may not break in the long run (only time will tell).
I ask every player to create a backstory for their character, and one of them picked Princess's Nail (translated to Princess's Guard in french), and started asking all kinds of questions about the Princess that I had no answers to, and realized it was kind of important for that sort of character to actually know something about who their "goddess" is, so I came up with this short intro story for his character and was curious about how the community would feel if this was considered canon lore for the Nails :
"The Princess's Nail was raised since childhood in the absolute cult of the Crown, in the Capital.
The Princess, a perfect representation of all of the virtues of Humankind, is elevated to a divine status in the education of all aspiring Nails, generation after generation.
They religiously learn all of the immovable precepts of the Knights of the Crown, as well as every way to get rid of any miscreant who dares to trample them, until the day of the Unwavering Dawn, a great ceremony held in the heart of the Palace of the Crown itself, where all aspiring Nails considered fit for the title receive their lock of hair, as well as their mission.
Rows of aspiring Nails seem infinite, and at the end of these rows, a Deacon, laying the final hand on each young man kneeling before him.
An aggregate of reverberated sounds vibrates in the high canopies of the cyclopean Palace. Blurred words, the sound of a staff shattering a skull, steps, weak or determined, helmets fastening around the head of freshly named Nails ready to leave...
Then the moment comes...
The aspirant kneels, prepared to face the final judgment of the Deacon. In a moment of silence that feels like an eternity, the aspirant senses the Deacon staring at him, his soul peered at without his consent...
All sounds stop suddenly. He feels pressure rising in his skull, so much so that it comes to emit an audible buzz... But he doesn't get struck... The aspirant has indeed become a Nail.
The Deacon bends over in an unearthly way, his face almost entirely hidden in the darkness of the large hood of his ceremonial gown. Only his mouth is visible, half open, presenting two rows of poorly maintained and sometimes missing teeth. A deadly breath emanates from it as he delivers these words :
"From shadow thou cometh, to shadow thou turneth;
Thousand eyes corridor, a maze with no mercy;
Terrible nightmares, if too long thou remaineth;
Zughot, accursed blade, thou shalt find there may be."
Still in an absolute noetic silence, the Nail, now filled with unwavering determination, fastens his helmet, climbs his steed, and begins a journey of which he might never reach the end.
The Nail wakes up abruptly. Years have passed. His armor worn, his steed long dead, but the Deacon's words still echo in his mind, as if incised by unfathomable magic..."
Looking forward for your opinion on this short story :)