@Kreyhardt @sanguine @s-stark @CleverBoi @ninoune @mavkrogan @morgane @zazzycreates Hey guys , here is a little lore about my character "The Stain Glass Priest" My friend wrote it for me as a Christmas present (Because I'm a Russian , and good literature highsounding English is not my strongest thing) Tell me what you think. I have another character upcoming , I probably need to make a choice between those two...New thumbnails and a new character sketch are
coming up soon :3 Tell me what you think ma dudes!
"Stain Glass Priest"
When the sky-nomads first arrived Alos Nevarim was an ordinary boy. His arcane abilities were so minor that the guilds had rejected him and the priesthood had ignored him. However when the Emperor calls all must answer and within a few short months he found himself drafted into a core of experimental minor mages who were tasked with aiding the strangers adapt their strange lightning magic they called technology for use with new power sources from his world and new applications among his people.
That all changed when the strangers quarreled with the Emperor. No sooner had the emperor rejected their request for asylum from other sky-fearers than they struck. They expected a fast and easy victory but the mage guild blocked all their assaults on the capital. Even their light weapons could not penetrate their shields. Trapped in sky-nomad held portions of the city Alos found refuge in a temple of the divine priesthood. The light of the battles outside played through the schismatic prism of the stained glass windows. In there amongst the thunderous percussion and bone shattering thunder of battle and the stain glass brilliance of the windows he had an epiphany. He new the catechism as well as any priest; he knew that in his core he was as much a priest and protector of the people as any of the broken order who had built the ancient temple. He threw open the doors to the temple and called the frightened refugees of the city inside.
From within that great bastion Alos called on every ounce of power he had in him, he wove that power through the new knowledge the sky-nomads had given him about the nature of reality, the atoms, and circuits of the universe; and he called a great shield of light around the temple. The shield, however, drew the attention of the sky-nomads, and thinking it was an outpost of the emperor they turned their great light casters against the temple and the innocents inside. As the blows fell Alos took the impacts as light blasted through the multicolored glass of the windows. The light burned itself into his flesh and soul. He pushed against it and held the shield for hours, days, he lost count or all reckoning of time.
When the dust settled the temple was rubble but the people inside were protected in Alos’ shimmering shield. The guns had fallen silent and he stepped forward to confront the milling swarm of green and black clad men approaching his bastion. They would face him in all his power. He stared down at his own stained flesh, they would face the Stained Glass Priest.
By Joshua Done
