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Peanut
5:50pm, March 14, 2010
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[Delete] | About the Priests, Priestesses, and the Temples:
To be a priest or priestess of Parshta and Grimslaine is to see more in the world besides the obvious. It is to have a heart full of compulsion, dedication, and adoration for the Father God or Mother God (and in most cases, both). As Gods are wont to do, they demand of their servitors unyielding loyalty and utmost obedience. It is not an easy life as a priest or priestess. The living is basic and minimalistic. You and your temple survive on the good kindnesses of those who donate either funds, food, or time. You bring a skill to your Temple with which you are expected to use on behalf of the Temple and the people of the city. Your wares are sold to help feed yourself and your sisters and brothers in faith. Nothing you create is kept. If there is more than can be sold, it is given to those in need. You tend to the Temple garden, you scrub the temple walls, you tend to the orphans and the poor. You are the voice of your God and Goddess, the Mother and Father, and you tend to the spirits of all the city - indeed, to all mankind. Your body, your mind and your spirit belong not to you but to your deity, and you do not defile any part of yourself with sex, or gluttony, or sloth.
It is not easy to be a priest or priestess, but it is perhaps more rewarding than all of normal life could ever be.
About the Champion's Forge, the Master, and his Apprentices:
It takes much out of a man to forge the weapons of the Gods. Sweat, blood, youth, freedom: these things you give to your work, and in your heart is a passion for that work and for the mysteries of Grimslaine the Shadow that surpasses all else. Some believe that the Master and his apprentices are touched by the Mother Shadow Herself - you believe it. What else could drive a man, any man, to do what you do? To give up so much to serve one purpose from birth to death? Yet you have known little else since you could walk and feed yourself and aim well enough to pee in the pot and not on the floor, and when you catch yourself gazing out the sooty windows at a brighter world, you fail to see the appeal. What's so special about all that out there, when you can hold in your hand, and know in your heart and mind, the truth of a God?
About the Bright Guard and the city Champion:
The world is simple when you are armed with steel. There is righteousness and there is evil; sin and salvation, truth and lies. Your steel is held in a hand as honed as the blade you wield, and your heart and will are unsurpassed in strength and purity. Your purpose is clear, has always been clear, will always be clear when your actions are guided by Parshta the Bright himself. As a member of the Bright, you have danced the God's Dance, you have seen the face of absolute truth and rightness, raw untouched purity, and you serve that with a dedication that outsiders call "blind." Your foremost love is the Father God, and all else pales in comparison. You practice his art with reverence and joy, and it is your duty - nay, your pleasure - to protect the people whom have put their trust, faith, and love in you. You will not falter, you will not fail, you serve and protect.
[Details on the practices within the temple, the Bright Guard hall, and the Champion's Forge are intentionally left absent. These are secrets held near and dear to the character's heart. The player is left to infer based on the details given in several of the threads on this board. This is a safeguard against spilling the beans, as it were.]
[All content on this thread is copyright A.L. Corbin, 2010.)
Edited 6:44pm, March 14, 2010 by Peanut, author. |
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