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Poster = Our Mortal Coil =

Vincentius

A miserable little pile of secrets
Lore Staff
Lover
Hero
Staff
Vinsintius
Vinsintius
Lover


A cloaked silhouette pins a parchment upon the message board of Storm's Landing, immediately snaking to the shadows when their deed is complete.
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Submit not to the temptation of squabble.
Submit not to the false comforts of blindfolds.
Submit not to the dulling of the mind.
Submit not to the disembowelment of the soul.

The prophecies of the Holy Divines are doubtless, yet their prophets are puppets.
Our 'Council' is composed of mere toys of the Pantheon: useful only as husks to propagate will in mindlessness. There is no goal. There is no purpose.

The edicts of the Divine Law are absolute. So long as it shall stand, those blindly devout to our deceased guides, revered as they may have been in their eras, are, and forever shall be, unjust heretics. There is no justification of blatant sin. For the chosen shepherds of the Gods to commit to such unfeasible justification is the spitting of venom upon each and every shrine offered to our modern Pantheon.

The Council of the Blessed merely stands as a tool alienating those opposing a sheep's veil. The common-folk are the sheep of puppets; the Council, puppets of the Divines.

You are no Holy Emissary. You are no harbinger of salvation. You are no prophet.
You are an arbitrary array of individuals chosen as vessels for your mindless prostration. You warm the corporeal seats of the Divines, arranged to be squandered like insects when the true beings of any relative significance might take hold of their forespoken prestige. And in waiting for a prophet that might possess any respectable ideals or philosophies as Voice of their patron, we merely rot in our ignorance and hatred for one another.

Refuse and rise above imperfections bestowed. Wait not for salvation to approach. Bite not the hand that feeds.
Caress only the hand that shall lead beyond bitter ends.

Our souls are rotting. Fortify them.
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OOC: Interpret this poster however you would like. IC is IC.
Tagging those Rossu had tagged in his poster, because relevancy.

Elz Lannis BoredBrit SirLuamTehDoge Jazzper Solus Logan07
 
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