*I know this dream of life is neverending… it goes on and on and on again…*
*I’m back, darlings! Good to see me, isn’t it?*
*Hey, Arch! Wanna help me make a hedonistic occult pseudo-Christian meat-and-booze-based religion practiced almost exclusively by redneck necro/biomancer pigmen?*
*I know this dream of life is neverending… it goes on and on and on again…*
*I’m back, darlings! Good to see me, isn’t it?*
*Hey, Arch! Wanna help me make a hedonistic occult pseudo-Christian meat-and-booze-based religion practiced almost exclusively by redneck necro/biomancer pigmen?*
*I already have some ideas, of course I do, dear!*
“Anti vampire unit? That only makes me more curious.” He grabs something else, before putting it back down, “Are you hungry, dear?”
He watches them, giving them a kiss on the cheek as he smiles softly.
“Y-your love…?” He blushes all across his face near immediately as soon as they touch him “H-hello… love…” He says, smiling an uncontrolled smile.
"Actually, yeah. Curious about what?"
He chuckles, kissing back and lighting the first one.
"Here, take this." he hands them a jacket that smells like him. pleasant and inviting.
“I am a decently powerful vampire, I just wonder how well made those explosives are.” He takes out a bit of garlic and bites into it “What would you like to eat?”
He waits for his turn to have a smoke of it, letting them get the first few puffs.
He takes the jacket, enjoying the smell and the warmth, holding it in his hands to not get it sweaty “T-thanks.”
*I know this dream of life is neverending… it goes on and on and on again…*
*I’m back, darlings! Good to see me, isn’t it?*
*Hey, Arch! Wanna help me make a hedonistic occult pseudo-Christian meat-and-booze-based religion practiced almost exclusively by redneck necro/biomancer pigmen?*
*I already have some ideas, of course I do, dear!*
*Here's what I have so far:*
*Religion is a major part of Suidat culture, although it is to be noted that it does not have the rigid structures and traditions of most.*
*Gorgiro, the god of pigs and thus the Suidat, is also a god of meat, alcohol, hospitality, death, and harvest. It is believed that he came down to the material plane many times in the forms of different species and blessed those who encountered him. He also cured incurable diseases and fed the hungry. One of his most well-known miracles was turning water into wine. Because of the nature of their deity’s appearances, devout Suidat try to treat everyone equally, as anyone could be Gorgiro or his chosen.*
*Gorgist preachers are often evangelists, showing the virtues of their faith through their actions. They are in charge of the ritualistic butchering of corpses so that souls cannot return to them and dealing with the spirits of those who cannot move on. In essence, a Gorgist preacher is a psychopomp, guiding the dead to the afterlife and keeping them from coming back. Strangely enough, zombies, skeletons, and other soulless undead are not considered monstrous or sacrilegious to Gorgism, and are actually created quite frequently to assist the preachers in their community work.*
*I know this dream of life is neverending… it goes on and on and on again…*
*I’m back, darlings! Good to see me, isn’t it?*
*Hey, Arch! Wanna help me make a hedonistic occult pseudo-Christian meat-and-booze-based religion practiced almost exclusively by redneck necro/biomancer pigmen?*
*I already have some ideas, of course I do, dear!*
*Here's what I have so far:*
*Religion is a major part of Suidat culture, although it is to be noted that it does not have the rigid structures and traditions of most.*
*Gorgiro, the god of pigs and thus the Suidat, is also a god of meat, alcohol, hospitality, death, and harvest. It is believed that he came down to the material plane many times in the forms of different species and blessed those who encountered him. He also cured incurable diseases and fed the hungry. One of his most well-known miracles was turning water into wine. Because of the nature of their deity’s appearances, devout Suidat try to treat everyone equally, as anyone could be Gorgiro or his chosen.*
*Gorgist preachers are often evangelists, showing the virtues of their faith through their actions. They are in charge of the ritualistic butchering of corpses so that souls cannot return to them and dealing with the spirits of those who cannot move on. In essence, a Gorgist preacher is a psychopomp, guiding the dead to the afterlife and keeping them from coming back. Strangely enough, zombies, skeletons, and other soulless undead are not considered monstrous or sacrilegious to Gorgism, and are actually created quite frequently to assist the preachers in their community work.*
*I like all of this. Are there any specific things you want help with?*
*I know this dream of life is neverending… it goes on and on and on again…*
*I’m back, darlings! Good to see me, isn’t it?*
*Hey, Arch! Wanna help me make a hedonistic occult pseudo-Christian meat-and-booze-based religion practiced almost exclusively by redneck necro/biomancer pigmen?*
*I already have some ideas, of course I do, dear!*
*Here's what I have so far:*
*Religion is a major part of Suidat culture, although it is to be noted that it does not have the rigid structures and traditions of most.*
*Gorgiro, the god of pigs and thus the Suidat, is also a god of meat, alcohol, hospitality, death, and harvest. It is believed that he came down to the material plane many times in the forms of different species and blessed those who encountered him. He also cured incurable diseases and fed the hungry. One of his most well-known miracles was turning water into wine. Because of the nature of their deity’s appearances, devout Suidat try to treat everyone equally, as anyone could be Gorgiro or his chosen.*
*Gorgist preachers are often evangelists, showing the virtues of their faith through their actions. They are in charge of the ritualistic butchering of corpses so that souls cannot return to them and dealing with the spirits of those who cannot move on. In essence, a Gorgist preacher is a psychopomp, guiding the dead to the afterlife and keeping them from coming back. Strangely enough, zombies, skeletons, and other soulless undead are not considered monstrous or sacrilegious to Gorgism, and are actually created quite frequently to assist the preachers in their community work.*
*I like all of this. Are there any specific things you want help with?*
*First off, I need some sort of holy symbol. Second, should I include funerary cannibalism?*
*Note on the second thing: Suidat's souls are connected to their bodies, and they have a tendency to come back damaged and undead if left alone for long enough. In addition, their flesh keeps healing after they die, so their zombies (called Zui) don't deteriorate as long as they can keep eating. So Suidat want the bodies ruined and reanimated with necromancy so that there is no place for the soul to return to. So, what do you think about them eating their dead to give them a proper death?*
“Anti vampire unit? That only makes me more curious.” He grabs something else, before putting it back down, “Are you hungry, dear?”
He watches them, giving them a kiss on the cheek as he smiles softly.
“Y-your love…?” He blushes all across his face near immediately as soon as they touch him “H-hello… love…” He says, smiling an uncontrolled smile.
"Actually, yeah. Curious about what?"
He chuckles, kissing back and lighting the first one.
"Here, take this." he hands them a jacket that smells like him. pleasant and inviting.
“I am a decently powerful vampire, I just wonder how well made those explosives are.” He takes out a bit of garlic and bites into it “What would you like to eat?”
He waits for his turn to have a smoke of it, letting them get the first few puffs.
He takes the jacket, enjoying the smell and the warmth, holding it in his hands to not get it sweaty “T-thanks.”
"Probably not well, I don't wanna risk it. Uhm, I dunno. What sounds good?"
"Quality, I'd say. You?" he passes it to them
"This'll get you used to my smell so you don't jump everytime I greet you" he chuckles, hopping over the back of the booth and sitting next to them.
“I wouldn’t know, I can’t taste anything other than blood.” He takes another bite of the garlic “Can you believe people think this kills us?”
He takes it, giving some long drags, closing his eyes as he blows smoke.
He puts the jacket on the table in front of him “G-good to see you Jack… I missed you… are you doing good today?” He asks, still nervous, but leaning against them happily.
*I know this dream of life is neverending… it goes on and on and on again…*
*I’m back, darlings! Good to see me, isn’t it?*
*Hey, Arch! Wanna help me make a hedonistic occult pseudo-Christian meat-and-booze-based religion practiced almost exclusively by redneck necro/biomancer pigmen?*
*I already have some ideas, of course I do, dear!*
*Here's what I have so far:*
*Religion is a major part of Suidat culture, although it is to be noted that it does not have the rigid structures and traditions of most.*
*Gorgiro, the god of pigs and thus the Suidat, is also a god of meat, alcohol, hospitality, death, and harvest. It is believed that he came down to the material plane many times in the forms of different species and blessed those who encountered him. He also cured incurable diseases and fed the hungry. One of his most well-known miracles was turning water into wine. Because of the nature of their deity’s appearances, devout Suidat try to treat everyone equally, as anyone could be Gorgiro or his chosen.*
*Gorgist preachers are often evangelists, showing the virtues of their faith through their actions. They are in charge of the ritualistic butchering of corpses so that souls cannot return to them and dealing with the spirits of those who cannot move on. In essence, a Gorgist preacher is a psychopomp, guiding the dead to the afterlife and keeping them from coming back. Strangely enough, zombies, skeletons, and other soulless undead are not considered monstrous or sacrilegious to Gorgism, and are actually created quite frequently to assist the preachers in their community work.*
*I like all of this. Are there any specific things you want help with?*
*First off, I need some sort of holy symbol. Second, should I include funerary cannibalism?*
*Note on the second thing: Suidat's souls are connected to their bodies, and they have a tendency to come back damaged and undead if left alone for long enough. In addition, their flesh keeps healing after they die, so their zombies (called Zui) don't deteriorate as long as they can keep eating. So Suidat want the bodies ruined and reanimated with necromancy so that there is no place for the soul to return to. So, what do you think about them eating their dead to give them a proper death?*
*ooh, I like this. My idea was that their bodies, after they died, were reanimated as zombies or skeletons in order to help the living, but I like eating their dead as well. I think its a really awesome idea.*
*for Holy symbols, I was thinking something akin to like, a boar’s head on a platter or something, though that may be too cliche.*
“Anti vampire unit? That only makes me more curious.” He grabs something else, before putting it back down, “Are you hungry, dear?”
He watches them, giving them a kiss on the cheek as he smiles softly.
“Y-your love…?” He blushes all across his face near immediately as soon as they touch him “H-hello… love…” He says, smiling an uncontrolled smile.
"Actually, yeah. Curious about what?"
He chuckles, kissing back and lighting the first one.
"Here, take this." he hands them a jacket that smells like him. pleasant and inviting.
“I am a decently powerful vampire, I just wonder how well made those explosives are.” He takes out a bit of garlic and bites into it “What would you like to eat?”
He waits for his turn to have a smoke of it, letting them get the first few puffs.
He takes the jacket, enjoying the smell and the warmth, holding it in his hands to not get it sweaty “T-thanks.”
"Probably not well, I don't wanna risk it. Uhm, I dunno. What sounds good?"
"Quality, I'd say. You?" he passes it to them
"This'll get you used to my smell so you don't jump everytime I greet you" he chuckles, hopping over the back of the booth and sitting next to them.
“I wouldn’t know, I can’t taste anything other than blood.” He takes another bite of the garlic “Can you believe people think this kills us?”
He takes it, giving some long drags, closing his eyes as he blows smoke.
He puts the jacket on the table in front of him “G-good to see you Jack… I missed you… are you doing good today?” He asks, still nervous, but leaning against them happily.
"How about I just make something at home and then let you feed?" he looks to the garlic. "Really, huh? Wow."
He blinks a bit, throwing a blanket over himself
"I'm doing well, how about you?" he runs a paw through their scalp, trying to relax him "Why so nervous?"
“You don’t have to let me feed, unless you want to be fed on, my dear.” He says, looking happily at them, giving them a little kiss.
He coughs up some of the smoke, his eyes turning red as he relaxes.
He leans into them, smiling softly as he closes his eyes “I’m doing good, just… I love you too… but I might not be able to stay here.”
The Kapre is snoozing under a tree. His long, hairy knuckled fingers are interlaced and rest upon his paunch. Just above his hands rests the small leather pouch he wears around his neck.
*Hey, Arch! Wanna help me make a hedonistic occult pseudo-Christian meat-and-booze-based religion practiced almost exclusively by redneck necro/biomancer pigmen?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I already have some ideas, of course I do, dear!*
*Cut for Salem.*
“Anti vampire unit? That only makes me more curious.” He grabs something else, before putting it back down, “Are you hungry, dear?”
He watches them, giving them a kiss on the cheek as he smiles softly.
“Y-your love…?” He blushes all across his face near immediately as soon as they touch him “H-hello… love…” He says, smiling an uncontrolled smile.
“I am a decently powerful vampire, I just wonder how well made those explosives are.” He takes out a bit of garlic and bites into it “What would you like to eat?”
He waits for his turn to have a smoke of it, letting them get the first few puffs.
He takes the jacket, enjoying the smell and the warmth, holding it in his hands to not get it sweaty “T-thanks.”
*Here's what I have so far:*
*Religion is a major part of Suidat culture, although it is to be noted that it does not have the rigid structures and traditions of most.*
*Gorgiro, the god of pigs and thus the Suidat, is also a god of meat, alcohol, hospitality, death, and harvest.
It is believed that he came down to the material plane many times in the forms of different species and blessed those who encountered him. He also cured incurable diseases and fed the hungry. One of his most well-known miracles was turning water into wine.
Because of the nature of their deity’s appearances, devout Suidat try to treat everyone equally, as anyone could be Gorgiro or his chosen.*
*Gorgist preachers are often evangelists, showing the virtues of their faith through their actions. They are in charge of the ritualistic butchering of corpses so that souls cannot return to them and dealing with the spirits of those who cannot move on. In essence, a Gorgist preacher is a psychopomp, guiding the dead to the afterlife and keeping them from coming back. Strangely enough, zombies, skeletons, and other soulless undead are not considered monstrous or sacrilegious to Gorgism, and are actually created quite frequently to assist the preachers in their community work.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I like all of this. Are there any specific things you want help with?*
*Anybody else here who wants to rp? It’s fine if no one does, I’m chill.*
*First off, I need some sort of holy symbol. Second, should I include funerary cannibalism?*
*Note on the second thing: Suidat's souls are connected to their bodies, and they have a tendency to come back damaged and undead if left alone for long enough. In addition, their flesh keeps healing after they die, so their zombies (called Zui) don't deteriorate as long as they can keep eating. So Suidat want the bodies ruined and reanimated with necromancy so that there is no place for the soul to return to. So, what do you think about them eating their dead to give them a proper death?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I wouldn’t know, I can’t taste anything other than blood.” He takes another bite of the garlic “Can you believe people think this kills us?”
He takes it, giving some long drags, closing his eyes as he blows smoke.
He puts the jacket on the table in front of him “G-good to see you Jack… I missed you… are you doing good today?” He asks, still nervous, but leaning against them happily.
*ooh, I like this. My idea was that their bodies, after they died, were reanimated as zombies or skeletons in order to help the living, but I like eating their dead as well. I think its a really awesome idea.*
*for Holy symbols, I was thinking something akin to like, a boar’s head on a platter or something, though that may be too cliche.*
“You don’t have to let me feed, unless you want to be fed on, my dear.” He says, looking happily at them, giving them a little kiss.
He coughs up some of the smoke, his eyes turning red as he relaxes.
He leans into them, smiling softly as he closes his eyes “I’m doing good, just… I love you too… but I might not be able to stay here.”
The Kapre is snoozing under a tree. His long, hairy knuckled fingers are interlaced and rest upon his paunch. Just above his hands rests the small leather pouch he wears around his neck.