There is some sort of construct on a hill outside, burning as it plays the song. There is cooking meat wrapped around it like armor. The bright fire from the being shines quite beautifully as the sun sets.
Raphael walks over, bewildered and listening to hear of any scream. "Hello? You alright sir?"
There does not appear to be any screaming. It turns its wicker and bone head to look at Raphael, revealing its tired, smoldering eyes. The song trails off. Now that they're closer, Raphael can see that there is a gaping hole in the entity's chest, and there are things such as books, toys, and human remains burning inside. Its jaw creaks open, grill tar sticking and popping and dripping as it does so. "I am filled with love."
Raphael casts detect good and evil *Tells if Eito is a celestial, fiend, fey, undead, aberration or none of the above* "I see... sit, friend, and tell me a bit about yourself." They say, gesturing to a seat nearby
"Greg, well... Gregory the First, but that's for official occasions. I'm a priest, you see." The dwarf explains
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
There is some sort of construct on a hill outside, burning as it plays the song. There is cooking meat wrapped around it like armor. The bright fire from the being shines quite beautifully as the sun sets.
Raphael walks over, bewildered and listening to hear of any scream. "Hello? You alright sir?"
There does not appear to be any screaming. It turns its wicker and bone head to look at Raphael, revealing its tired, smoldering eyes. The song trails off. Now that they're closer, Raphael can see that there is a gaping hole in the entity's chest, and there are things such as books, toys, and human remains burning inside. Its jaw creaks open, grill tar sticking and popping and dripping as it does so. "I am filled with love."
Raphael nods, not entirely sure they agree with the wickerman's statement. "Sure... who migth you be?"
Raphael casts detect good and evil *Tells if Eito is a celestial, fiend, fey, undead, aberration or none of the above* "I see... sit, friend, and tell me a bit about yourself." They say, gesturing to a seat nearby
"Greg, well... Gregory the First, but that's for official occasions. I'm a priest, you see." The dwarf explains
*celestial*
They sit. “You see, I am a traveling priest. Bit of a missionary. I am the founder of a religion.”
“There are other Gregories? You’re the first person I met with that name.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Raphael casts detect good and evil *Tells if Eito is a celestial, fiend, fey, undead, aberration or none of the above* "I see... sit, friend, and tell me a bit about yourself." They say, gesturing to a seat nearby
"Greg, well... Gregory the First, but that's for official occasions. I'm a priest, you see." The dwarf explains
*celestial*
They sit. “You see, I am a traveling priest. Bit of a missionary. I am the founder of a religion.”
“There are other Gregories? You’re the first person I met with that name.”
Well it appears that your nature is at least celestial. "Ah, understood. And who is my lord and savior this time?" They ask, jokingly.
They chuckle a bit. "See? I am Gregory the first, first priest and first Gregory you have met." They say, reflecting a bit, and then they continue. "I had a grandfather named Gregory, the epithet is used in the title of the all the priests. Mine reflects myself as the first one of the Many."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
There is some sort of construct on a hill outside, burning as it plays the song. There is cooking meat wrapped around it like armor. The bright fire from the being shines quite beautifully as the sun sets.
Raphael walks over, bewildered and listening to hear of any scream. "Hello? You alright sir?"
There does not appear to be any screaming. It turns its wicker and bone head to look at Raphael, revealing its tired, smoldering eyes. The song trails off. Now that they're closer, Raphael can see that there is a gaping hole in the entity's chest, and there are things such as books, toys, and human remains burning inside. Its jaw creaks open, grill tar sticking and popping and dripping as it does so. "I am filled with love."
Raphael nods, not entirely sure they agree with the wickerman's statement. "Sure... who might you be?"
The entity does not appear to be any of those creature types, which may be just as concerning as if it were. There are faint elements of celestial, undead, and even elemental essence in this being.
"Josiah Bennett. A pleasure to meet you." It leans closer, ripping some pork ribs off of its pauldron and offering them. It clearly lacks truesight of any kind, judging that it offers the meat to Raphael's halfling sightline.
There is some sort of construct on a hill outside, burning as it plays the song. There is cooking meat wrapped around it like armor. The bright fire from the being shines quite beautifully as the sun sets.
Raphael walks over, bewildered and listening to hear of any scream. "Hello? You alright sir?"
There does not appear to be any screaming. It turns its wicker and bone head to look at Raphael, revealing its tired, smoldering eyes. The song trails off. Now that they're closer, Raphael can see that there is a gaping hole in the entity's chest, and there are things such as books, toys, and human remains burning inside. Its jaw creaks open, grill tar sticking and popping and dripping as it does so. "I am filled with love."
Raphael nods, not entirely sure they agree with the wickerman's statement. "Sure... who might you be?"
The entity does not appear to be any of those creature types, which may be just as concerning as if it were. There are faint elements of celestial, undead, and even elemental essence in this being.
"Josiah Bennett. A pleasure to meet you." It leans closer, ripping some pork ribs off of its pauldron and offering them. It clearly lacks truesight of any kind, judging that it offers the meat to Raphael's halfling sightline.
Raphael kindly refuses the meat. "Nice to meet you Josiah. You... you alright being on fire?"
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Raphael casts detect good and evil *Tells if Eito is a celestial, fiend, fey, undead, aberration or none of the above* "I see... sit, friend, and tell me a bit about yourself." They say, gesturing to a seat nearby
"Greg, well... Gregory the First, but that's for official occasions. I'm a priest, you see." The dwarf explains
*celestial*
They sit. “You see, I am a traveling priest. Bit of a missionary. I am the founder of a religion.”
“There are other Gregories? You’re the first person I met with that name.”
Well it appears that your nature is at least celestial. "Ah, understood. And who is my lord and savior this time?" They ask, jokingly.
They chuckle a bit. "See? I am Gregory the first, first priest and first Gregory you have met." They say, reflecting a bit, and then they continue. "I had a grandfather named Gregory, the epithet is used in the title of the all the priests. Mine reflects myself as the first one of the Many."
“Perhaps it is. I would not know. And there is no saviour. Only what you bring yourself to do for the world. Kasinen views the individual revelation as the holiest of experiences. As each person has a different shadow, each thought takes a different form in different minds.”
“Unfortunately, I was never particularly religious. Who might you be a priest of?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Well it appears that your nature is at least celestial. "Ah, understood. And who is my lord and savior this time?" They ask, jokingly.
They chuckle a bit. "See? I am Gregory the first, first priest and first Gregory you have met." They say, reflecting a bit, and then they continue. "I had a grandfather named Gregory, the epithet is used in the title of the all the priests. Mine reflects myself as the first one of the Many."
“Perhaps it is. I would not know. And there is no saviour. Only what you bring yourself to do for the world. Kasinen views the individual revelation as the holiest of experiences. As each person has a different shadow, each thought takes a different form in different minds.”
“Unfortunately, I was never particularly religious. Who might you be a priest of?”
*Religion check on Kasien: 21* "I see... what do you know about yourself?" The celesital/halfing asks
"Helios, Lord of Light. I'll spare you the 'lord and savior' talk."
Well it appears that your nature is at least celestial. "Ah, understood. And who is my lord and savior this time?" They ask, jokingly.
They chuckle a bit. "See? I am Gregory the first, first priest and first Gregory you have met." They say, reflecting a bit, and then they continue. "I had a grandfather named Gregory, the epithet is used in the title of the all the priests. Mine reflects myself as the first one of the Many."
“Perhaps it is. I would not know. And there is no saviour. Only what you bring yourself to do for the world. Kasinen views the individual revelation as the holiest of experiences. As each person has a different shadow, each thought takes a different form in different minds.”
“Unfortunately, I was never particularly religious. Who might you be a priest of?”
*Religion check on Kasien: 21* "I see... what do you know about yourself?" The celesital/halfing asks
"Helios, Lord of Light. I'll spare you the 'lord and savior' talk."
*You’ve never heard of it, despite your knowledge on the topic. This being may be its only devotee.*
“I am.” They say simply.
“No, no, I’m interested! Go on!” As they talk, Mauric stealthily takes a pinch of a brown powdery substance from his belt pouch. Stealth to hide that he’s taking it out: 26
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*You’ve never heard of it, despite your knowledge on the topic. This being may be its only devotee.*
“I am.” They say simply.
“No, no, I’m interested! Go on!” As they talk, Mauric stealthily takes a pinch of a brown powdery substance from his belt pouch. Stealth to hide that he’s taking it out: 17
Raphael is now very interested. "I see... half of a tetragrammaton... So, what is the first thing you remember, if I might ask." The halfling asks.
*Yeah, Greg won't see that. He's wise, but not perceptive* They raise an eyebrow, but shurgs. "Um... Sure. Mind if we talk and walk?" They ask, motioning the pair to walk along the boulevard
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
There is some sort of construct on a hill outside, burning as it plays the song. There is cooking meat wrapped around it like armor. The bright fire from the being shines quite beautifully as the sun sets.
Raphael walks over, bewildered and listening to hear of any scream. "Hello? You alright sir?"
There does not appear to be any screaming. It turns its wicker and bone head to look at Raphael, revealing its tired, smoldering eyes. The song trails off. Now that they're closer, Raphael can see that there is a gaping hole in the entity's chest, and there are things such as books, toys, and human remains burning inside. Its jaw creaks open, grill tar sticking and popping and dripping as it does so. "I am filled with love."
Raphael nods, not entirely sure they agree with the wickerman's statement. "Sure... who might you be?"
The entity does not appear to be any of those creature types, which may be just as concerning as if it were. There are faint elements of celestial, undead, and even elemental essence in this being.
"Josiah Bennett. A pleasure to meet you." It leans closer, ripping some pork ribs off of its pauldron and offering them. It clearly lacks truesight of any kind, judging that it offers the meat to Raphael's halfling sightline.
There is some sort of construct on a hill outside, burning as it plays the song. There is cooking meat wrapped around it like armor. The bright fire from the being shines quite beautifully as the sun sets.
Raphael walks over, bewildered and listening to hear of any scream. "Hello? You alright sir?"
There does not appear to be any screaming. It turns its wicker and bone head to look at Raphael, revealing its tired, smoldering eyes. The song trails off. Now that they're closer, Raphael can see that there is a gaping hole in the entity's chest, and there are things such as books, toys, and human remains burning inside. Its jaw creaks open, grill tar sticking and popping and dripping as it does so. "I am filled with love."
Raphael nods, not entirely sure they agree with the wickerman's statement. "Sure... who might you be?"
The entity does not appear to be any of those creature types, which may be just as concerning as if it were. There are faint elements of celestial, undead, and even elemental essence in this being.
"Josiah Bennett. A pleasure to meet you." It leans closer, ripping some pork ribs off of its pauldron and offering them. It clearly lacks truesight of any kind, judging that it offers the meat to Raphael's halfling sightline.
*My goodness I'm terrified.*
*Baal is quite imaginative*
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*You’ve never heard of it, despite your knowledge on the topic. This being may be its only devotee.*
“I am.” They say simply.
“No, no, I’m interested! Go on!” As they talk, Mauric stealthily takes a pinch of a brown powdery substance from his belt pouch. Stealth to hide that he’s taking it out: 17
Raphael is now very interested. "I see... half of a tetragrammaton... So, what is the first thing you remember, if I might ask." The halfling asks.
*Yeah, Greg won't see that. He's wise, but not perceptive* They raise an eyebrow, but shurgs. "Um... Sure. Mind if we talk and walk?" They ask, motioning the pair to walk along the boulevard
“Walking through what felt like a shallow, warm, unmoving sea. It was bright. I had no eyes but could see. I could feel myself but little else. Then I was alive. I was in a world. I knew what I knew.”
“Okay.” Mauric begins to stand, but “accidentally” falls and knocks the coffee from his hand. “Oh (gp), sorry.” Performance to trick Gregory into believing it was accidental: 18
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
There is some sort of construct on a hill outside, burning as it plays the song. There is cooking meat wrapped around it like armor. The bright fire from the being shines quite beautifully as the sun sets.
Raphael walks over, bewildered and listening to hear of any scream. "Hello? You alright sir?"
There does not appear to be any screaming. It turns its wicker and bone head to look at Raphael, revealing its tired, smoldering eyes. The song trails off. Now that they're closer, Raphael can see that there is a gaping hole in the entity's chest, and there are things such as books, toys, and human remains burning inside. Its jaw creaks open, grill tar sticking and popping and dripping as it does so. "I am filled with love."
Raphael nods, not entirely sure they agree with the wickerman's statement. "Sure... who might you be?"
The entity does not appear to be any of those creature types, which may be just as concerning as if it were. There are faint elements of celestial, undead, and even elemental essence in this being.
"Josiah Bennett. A pleasure to meet you." It leans closer, ripping some pork ribs off of its pauldron and offering them. It clearly lacks truesight of any kind, judging that it offers the meat to Raphael's halfling sightline.
*My goodness I'm terrified.*
*Baal is quite imaginative*
*He most certainly is. He'll also be playing this character in a game I'm running so it will be fun to see him in action.*
There does not appear to be any screaming. It turns its wicker and bone head to look at Raphael, revealing its tired, smoldering eyes. The song trails off. Now that they're closer, Raphael can see that there is a gaping hole in the entity's chest, and there are things such as books, toys, and human remains burning inside. Its jaw creaks open, grill tar sticking and popping and dripping as it does so. "I am filled with love."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Raphael casts detect good and evil *Tells if Eito is a celestial, fiend, fey, undead, aberration or none of the above*
"I see... sit, friend, and tell me a bit about yourself." They say, gesturing to a seat nearby
"Greg, well... Gregory the First, but that's for official occasions. I'm a priest, you see." The dwarf explains
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Raphael nods, not entirely sure they agree with the wickerman's statement. "Sure... who migth you be?"
*Detect Evil and Good?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*celestial*
They sit. “You see, I am a traveling priest. Bit of a missionary. I am the founder of a religion.”
“There are other Gregories? You’re the first person I met with that name.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Well it appears that your nature is at least celestial.
"Ah, understood. And who is my lord and savior this time?" They ask, jokingly.
They chuckle a bit. "See? I am Gregory the first, first priest and first Gregory you have met." They say, reflecting a bit, and then they continue. "I had a grandfather named Gregory, the epithet is used in the title of the all the priests. Mine reflects myself as the first one of the Many."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The entity does not appear to be any of those creature types, which may be just as concerning as if it were. There are faint elements of celestial, undead, and even elemental essence in this being.
"Josiah Bennett. A pleasure to meet you." It leans closer, ripping some pork ribs off of its pauldron and offering them. It clearly lacks truesight of any kind, judging that it offers the meat to Raphael's halfling sightline.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Raphael kindly refuses the meat. "Nice to meet you Josiah. You... you alright being on fire?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
“Perhaps it is. I would not know. And there is no saviour. Only what you bring yourself to do for the world. Kasinen views the individual revelation as the holiest of experiences. As each person has a different shadow, each thought takes a different form in different minds.”
“Unfortunately, I was never particularly religious. Who might you be a priest of?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Religion check on Kasien: 21*
"I see... what do you know about yourself?" The celesital/halfing asks
"Helios, Lord of Light. I'll spare you the 'lord and savior' talk."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*You’ve never heard of it, despite your knowledge on the topic. This being may be its only devotee.*
“I am.” They say simply.
“No, no, I’m interested! Go on!” As they talk, Mauric stealthily takes a pinch of a brown powdery substance from his belt pouch. Stealth to hide that he’s taking it out: 26
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hello my friends, who's online*
*i am*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Raphael is now very interested.
"I see... half of a tetragrammaton... So, what is the first thing you remember, if I might ask." The halfling asks.
*Yeah, Greg won't see that. He's wise, but not perceptive*
They raise an eyebrow, but shurgs. "Um... Sure. Mind if we talk and walk?" They ask, motioning the pair to walk along the boulevard
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*My goodness I'm terrified.*
*Me!!!*
Raphael is knitting
Meroving is skipping rocks
Lazarus is swimming
Greg is drinking some coffee
Throden-Ihtros is going for a walk
Yossele is reading up on tattoos
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Baal is quite imaginative*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Howdy howdu*
“Walking through what felt like a shallow, warm, unmoving sea. It was bright. I had no eyes but could see. I could feel myself but little else. Then I was alive. I was in a world. I knew what I knew.”
“Okay.” Mauric begins to stand, but “accidentally” falls and knocks the coffee from his hand. “Oh (gp), sorry.” Performance to trick Gregory into believing it was accidental: 18
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*He most certainly is. He'll also be playing this character in a game I'm running so it will be fun to see him in action.*
*good, listening to vento aureo ost*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.