Aroukar
Ancient Eulogist
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I.e. Gay fantasy fanfic. I just had to get it out of my system before my will to do so dissipated. I am open to outside participation as long as it is believable.
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Cardyn Locus, a novice of the priesthood of the Divinity stood before the large brass doors. Within, awaited the elder monks of the order, and the Chosen himself. He had no doubts about the reason he had been called; It was a remarkable thing after all. Extending a hand just above his head, he waited. An orb of light appeared just behind his head, and from within it a slender effete hand glided out to grasp Cardyn's hand gently. The radiant hand, neither warm or cold, comforted him with its steady grip.
"A messenger of the Divinity has graced me. I am unworthy, but I accept it." He said quietly to himself again. Humility was his foremost virtue and he strived to maintain it with these simple words. He had not been the only one. Many emissaries of the Divinity had appeared over the ages, and even now a handful of the order's most devoted could call upon a Messenger. The Chosen was of course among them. The Divinity had bestowed upon him a grim being called The Contemptor. A four-armed gray behemoth who murdered anything with just a whisper from the Chosen.
Cardyn was exceptional, because he was still a novice of the Order. The Messengers usually appeared after decades of intense prayer and reflection. Even then, most of them were little more than an aura of light or an eye. The whole manifestation of a Messenger was usually the sign of the next Chosen.
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Cardyn Locus, a novice of the priesthood of the Divinity stood before the large brass doors. Within, awaited the elder monks of the order, and the Chosen himself. He had no doubts about the reason he had been called; It was a remarkable thing after all. Extending a hand just above his head, he waited. An orb of light appeared just behind his head, and from within it a slender effete hand glided out to grasp Cardyn's hand gently. The radiant hand, neither warm or cold, comforted him with its steady grip.
"A messenger of the Divinity has graced me. I am unworthy, but I accept it." He said quietly to himself again. Humility was his foremost virtue and he strived to maintain it with these simple words. He had not been the only one. Many emissaries of the Divinity had appeared over the ages, and even now a handful of the order's most devoted could call upon a Messenger. The Chosen was of course among them. The Divinity had bestowed upon him a grim being called The Contemptor. A four-armed gray behemoth who murdered anything with just a whisper from the Chosen.
Cardyn was exceptional, because he was still a novice of the Order. The Messengers usually appeared after decades of intense prayer and reflection. Even then, most of them were little more than an aura of light or an eye. The whole manifestation of a Messenger was usually the sign of the next Chosen.