SillyGoy

The Relics

I want for my character to be a priest. What's the religion around Othea?

Edit: I will just make my own.

The Relics

If this RP is still open, then sign me up!

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Praise the Lord!

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Quatro said
Who would take out a pigeon anyway?

Frustrated youths?

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wolverbells said
Eyes are red, not blue like in the picture

Sanya's eyes are actually green. I feel a bit ambivalent of the use of her image as I love her as her own character.

I guess this is what they would call, "fanboyism," eh?

Edit: Edited most recent post to comply with Luke's actions.

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That's right, girl, eat that chocolate. Trust the priest. He means no harm...

He's just a friendly priest.

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Such honesty, such naivety! Truly was she but a child, and yet the government would endure both hell and high water just to capture her and perform the most devious or experiments or even lobotomize her into eternal servitude, and just because God had granted her the gift of the supernatural. Whereas people like Miriam and Timothy were to be celebrated, they were instead oppressed. Yet encountering a fellow gifted was quite the coincidence, and the seminary could not suppress the little flash of mild surprise on his face.

“Thank you for your honesty,” he said gently, smiling with genuine gratitude. “I know it is hard to take a gamble and tell such a secret to, well, such a weird stranger like me,” he joked, “but we are kindred in spirit: I too have been blessed by God with powers beyond my imagination; I am, like you, an... Empowered. Please, ‘Unnatural’ is such a strong word.”

She seemed so small, so frail before him, with only tattered clothes and a ruined blanket to her name. Her very existence seemed to further solidify his convictions that, yes, the world was unenlightened and needed to change -- perhaps, radically so.

He took notice of the pigeon that had perched atop her shoulder, though without any alarm and instead with mild amusement. "Looks like it's taken a liking to you. Say, have you no place to stay the night? Or even anywhere safe to go tomorrow?”

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I can't wait to have SERMON TIME with your characters and Timothy.

Ready your rosaries.

What Lies Below

“Oh yes, bandits,” Ernst said in sympathetic exasperation. “Can you believe some of them are actually deserters from the army? Lords these days are so poor they can’t even pay ‘em. We got something in common for sure: you see this getup?” he tugged at the collar of his gambeson, “I didn’t buy my armor either. Looted it off some starving youth looking to get money that we didn’t have. Died under at least twenty pairs of boots smacking right into his face. It was awful.”

He lolled his head back and finished what remained of his tankard, before slamming it down the table and proceeding to refill it. He wondered how much he was going to have to pay if he kept this up. Ah, but what the hell! It’s been so long since a good drink and a pleasant conversation.

“You should have seen the blood! Waste of a life, that’s for sure. Handsome boy; could have been a good bard, or a queer landlord’s boytoy for that matter," he joked, mildly amused at the very real possibility thereof. "I helped myself to his arms as he didn’t need it anymore. But don’t worry about anyone from his lord’s army coming to get me. Look:”, he fingered a sizable, rough-looking patch on the right sleeve. “I covered up the heraldry nice and inconspicuous,” he seemed to be mildly proud of the fact, “So I’m safe.”

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Edited latest post and added more material so Miriam can better formulate a response without it being so short.