Description
You look upon a man with a viciously scarred face.
From beneath a veil of greasy, he sees the world through heavily scarred
eyes. While miraculously he still has his sight, all about his lids and eye
sockets you see only melted, deformed skin. Each scar appears to have a
different source, as some run lengthways and others appear more like seared
craters. The only parts of this grisly mask that remain untouched, are his
curved ears and smooth chin. There, the skin is unusually smooth and clear.
Its surface suggests he uses oils in its care and you even detect a vague
odour of lavender about him. His hands are equally flawless but for the nails
that he has bitten down to mere stubs. Though his thin black priests robes
prevent you determining much more, you note upon his breast are two proudly
worn symbols - That of the Divine sect, a black enshrouded hand, and that of
a yellow striped hornet thats sits upon a silver skull.
Glowing with a divine aura, you see a work of art has been inscribed
upon his shoulder. Poking from beneath his collar, you can make out part
of a Skull surrounded by hornets. As if in answer, a quiet buzzing can
be heard coming from it. Then again, perhaps you imagined it.
Role
The early days, before my annointment.
Added Tue Jun 21 13:00:26 2005 at level 5:
In the darkness I find solace. The visions are less painful when I have
nothing to bother my senses. I shut myself within a room, no candles or
windows, and let my mind wander through the what is, has been and could be.
The scenes make no senses as I see them but the ideas come and form
non-the-less. My own ideas? Doubtful.
I am being guided by unseen hands to a destiny I may or may not fulfil. The
urging power that is behind these visions has not made itself known but I
have attempted to guess its name. I will make my pledge soon and my journey
to power or poverty will begin. The Guild believes not in mystics, or
vision-questing. I dont think I do either and perhaps the lack of clarity is
proof that no such person can exist. Who can comprehend the wisdom of the
Gods but the Gods themselves? It appears I am chosen to try. May the darkness
that I surround myself with, Order the darkness within me. Now do I realise
the desires I have lead me to the side of priesthood that few admire but many
maintain. I must give myself to a path that requires me to fulfil nothing but
my own desires. Yet I must give myself to the cause of many a greater quest
in which I must serve many others. Only His wisdom could pave such a
contradictory path. For it is He that guides us, the dark wise one, in our
path of Glory everlasting. I dare write his name with only the reverence it
deserves.
Lord Khasotholas.
The pledging will be soon. We shall see how my power develops for only He can
give it. From there, I must exert His will very carefully. Whatever happens,
His power must remain mine.
The beggers are burned, only the worthy are rewarded. So I learned in my annointment.
Added Tue Jun 21 15:49:30 2005 at level 10:
It is done, I feel almost ashamed. I begged, I pleaded and I scraped what
dignity I had to be remade. My robes were burnt to cinders and so I have
bought new ones. My scars were easily mended but I have chosen to leave my
eyes as they are. A reminder that visions are not to the world I am destined
for. They are random, unfocused and untrustworthy. They might provide insight
but I cannot risk appearing a fool should I be proved wrong. Perhaps I can
find a way to use them in the future, but for now I wish them behind me. They
are still there, on the fringe of my mind. They gnaw at me but with my new
found power I can control the pain. Each time I focus the visions, the
migraines come but at least now I have the option of withholding it. My
purpose will become clear in the present. I want my future set by me, through
the divine. Not the other way around.
I must earn my way into the Empire, there I shall receive the training I
need. I can only hope that my place amongst their Divine sect is not
jeopardised by my pathetic history. Lord Khasotholas made it clear, I was but
a weak and snivelling fool. I must be remade into a greater presence. A
leader of Men, not a faceless slave to society.
I will ensure His will done, I shall succeed like no other. It will leave him
no choice but to show me with the power I so deeply desire. I may be out of
the darkness but Thera will be covered by a new veil to subdue its
imperfections. Just as that dark room once hid my shame.
Anointed and Oathed, yet barely a foot upon the steps of power.
Added Fri Jun 24 03:18:19 2005 at level 23:
I have acquired the oath, but it frustrates me that it seems little more than
that. The Empire impresses me more with its inner workings than I thought
possible. Each citizen is bound by their own rules and exerts a fixed amount
of control over another. I guess it can only frustrate me that my control is
limited to my gifts. He has provided me with the means, now I must please Him
with the outcome. The effects of my demands for His boon have proved
interesting. There are those that refuse to lower their head to me then there
are those who will do it all too willingly for the power I give. Most
amusing, however, are those who will rush to my side, practically giving up
their soul for the shroud I offer for Anointing them. Perhaps I should begin
raising the level of commitment I require from each. It shames me to think I
might have prayed upon unworthy bodies. The waste of effort surely could not
please Him but I am willing to stretch the boundaries in search of new
allies. Re-Building such a great society after its recent crippling will
require a twisted view of architecture indeed. I will work with the landscape
until it feels a necessity for me. Then I will see what happens when it
splits open upon my command.
My plans begin to form, even now while I have attained nothing but a slaves
status within the Empire. I must bide my time, please all I can and above all
serve Him unquestioningly. I will give Him no reason to doubt my potential,
our introduction was poor enough.
The Priesthood and the Divine sect
Added Sat Jul 16 10:05:14 2005 at level 46:
It has been years since my Oathing, and now I hold a position as an Imperial
Priest. The High priest is rarely seen, choosing to slave over parchment in his
study I imagine. The Emperor seems to do nothing and so I must enact slow
change myself. My ally, Lunach, will covet the position as much, if no more,
than I. Perhaps that could be used. The Shadow Lord is an odd one and seems
to do much to aid others without much questioning or thought. Another highly
religious member of the Council, who wishes to earn my Lords favour. The
War master is similar, and those of His church is great and its scope is wide.
There are only a few who still cling to other Gods and in that lies one of my
frustrations. The High priest is said to be of a false faith, yet I cannot discover
the truth without his presence. So many plans, to be done in His name. First,
the High priest. Then the Emperor. No other faith must be left in power when
I am done.
Though my scars seem to have solidified, I am given a new reminder of my
place. The tattoo that scars my shoulder is magnificent in its image and grand
in its power. The pains that make me shudder remind me always of my Lords
presence. And of His wrath. I must ensure the Unity of His church and His
Empire to keep it, yet I risk it in my quiet political ventures. I must admit, it
excites me to see such visions shaping into reality but there must always be
caution. None of the Divine can be seen as anything less than perfect.