The Hierophant
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Roleplay posts: 3
Age: Ancient
Appearance: The Hierophant's spectral form is ever shifting, and at the behest of the whims of the world. The two most common shapes he takes are as follows:
A majestic beast resembling a stag, with dappled grey-green fur, broad antlers, and a sweeping feathered tail. The stag's form is translucent, and glows with a soft blue light.
A translucent human man, who glows also with a soft blue light. He is outfitted with a set of chain mail armor, gauntlets, and greaves, mostly hidden beneath a simple tattered robe. His features are colorless and often out of focus, but one can still make out light skin, faded shoulder-length hair, and warm eyes creased with laugh lines.
Equipment: As a man, the Hierophant may sometimes appear with a weathered flanged mace and a kite shield. The shield appears to have at one point been decorated with a crest, but the design is no longer recognizable.
As a stag, the Hierophant carries nothing.
Skills and Abilities: While the Hierophant is a being of great and powerful magic, his agency is the world is largely limited to his own manifestation within it. He is bound to the foundations of a ruined cathedral that have since washed ashore, and cannot exist a great distance past its boundary.
Within his sphere of influence, the Hierophant is capable of enforcing a protective aura against those who seek harm upon those seeking respite in his domain. He is also capable of powerful healing magic, though his abilities are diminished under the effects of the Mist.
Registered: Sept 13, 2023 1:47:43 GMT -5
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Post by The Hierophant on Mar 28, 2024 15:28:26 GMT -5
A quiet sanctuary nestled in the heart of the towering forest that embraces it. The stones that make up the ruins of this temple pale and worn, with verdant green overgrowth rising to fill the many crumbling cracks in its construction. Any banners, standards, or other trappings that might have identified what power or powers were once worshipped here have long since been lost to time.
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The Hierophant
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: Ancient
Appearance: The Hierophant's spectral form is ever shifting, and at the behest of the whims of the world. The two most common shapes he takes are as follows:
A majestic beast resembling a stag, with dappled grey-green fur, broad antlers, and a sweeping feathered tail. The stag's form is translucent, and glows with a soft blue light.
A translucent human man, who glows also with a soft blue light. He is outfitted with a set of chain mail armor, gauntlets, and greaves, mostly hidden beneath a simple tattered robe. His features are colorless and often out of focus, but one can still make out light skin, faded shoulder-length hair, and warm eyes creased with laugh lines.
Equipment: As a man, the Hierophant may sometimes appear with a weathered flanged mace and a kite shield. The shield appears to have at one point been decorated with a crest, but the design is no longer recognizable.
As a stag, the Hierophant carries nothing.
Skills and Abilities: While the Hierophant is a being of great and powerful magic, his agency is the world is largely limited to his own manifestation within it. He is bound to the foundations of a ruined cathedral that have since washed ashore, and cannot exist a great distance past its boundary.
Within his sphere of influence, the Hierophant is capable of enforcing a protective aura against those who seek harm upon those seeking respite in his domain. He is also capable of powerful healing magic, though his abilities are diminished under the effects of the Mist.
Registered: Sept 13, 2023 1:47:43 GMT -5
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Post by The Hierophant on Mar 28, 2024 16:15:54 GMT -5
The glade was calm. Quiet but for the thrum of buzzing insects, rustling leaves and a breeze that smelled of sea-foam and loss.
He found the ruins of the temple at the heart of it all. In all likelihood deposited chaotically and carelessly here by some great wave, but one wouldn’t think as much just by looking. The crumbling walls and slabs of the temple were orderly - as though the temple had in fact built here, upon this very soil, rather than nestled within the heart of a faraway land leagues away. In fact, it would seem that the very same moss still clung to the creases of weathered stone. A curiosity, but one he would be more than happy to accept as a gift.
The Anvalian child who had washed ashore atop the temple slab him had followed him here, at his invitation. They had yet to utter a word aloud, regarding the spectral being with cautious curiosity as they walked together through the woods. They trailed some distance behind the Hierophant, inspecting the towering canopy with discerning eyes.
More would come in the days to follow. Castaways, of worlds both familiar and unknown, each one drawn sightlessly to the steady beat of the temple's heart. All were given sanctuary. They slept now, the steady breathing of those at rest joining in harmony with the gentle choir of the night.
The Hierophant stepped across the familiar patches of stone, hooves resonant against the flagstones, taking in the breath of the forest that surrounded him. It smelled of home, but at the same time it smelled nothing of home at all. The music of the glade was like every song he had heard before, played on instruments he could scarcely begin to imagine.
But there would come time to put such songs to paper. He wished to rest. Not to sleep - he hadn’t felt the need in a very long time now. But he had missed his ruin, and it had missed him.
He folded his legs, closed his eyes… and listened.
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