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A Priests Folly
The Priest received the embrace of the young lady with only a hint of return, the smell of her perfume almost overwhelming his senses, her long, soft, blonde hair pressing tantalisingly against his cheek.
“The Lady’s Blessings upon you my child, you will be my undoing,” he breathes in exasperation, “now return to your father and tell him of the good news. Your impending marriage will strengthen your father’s position in court during these turbulent times.”
The girl steps back slightly and holding the Priests gaze with her deep hazel eyes from which tears so recently flowed, nods gently.
“Yes Father, I will do as the Lady wills.”
She turns, and pulling her hood over her hair, hurries into the stormy night.
Locking the doors against the night the priest strolled through the chapel, snuffing candles absentmindedly as he walks past them. His thoughts turned to the praise his superiors will lavish upon him for arranging the marriage and solidifying the troublesome situation in court. The work the church had trained him for was developing nicely, as influence and favour was traded and manipulated, constantly increasing the control the church held over the Archduke and his nobles. In many ways the civil war developing in Algundy had proven to be a goldmine of increasing power in the region, desperation after all makes for unusual bed-fellows.
As the priest turned the corner and descended the steps towards his vestry the rain outside fell ever-harder as the first thunder and lightning started. The winter was not yet upon them, but soon would be. The priest paused a few steps from the bottom noticing the door to the vestry standing slightly ajar and no light spilling into the landing from the candle he had left. He stopped only momentarily, reasoning that a breeze must have snuffed the candle, and that he simply must have not closed the door properly.
The priest pulled the door closed and bolted it tightly before walking carefully over to his desk in the pitch darkness, the noise of the rain on the windows amplified by the absence of other sensory information. He fumbled with the candle as he tried to light it, and eventually it took to flame. He heard the footsteps a moment to late, just starting to turn as something horrific grabbed him and cracked his head against the desk. As consciousness faded he was certain he was to be sent into grace.
The first sensation he had was of an incredible headache, the pain was indescribable. His eyes opened slowly, and though blurry, the flicker of the candle across the room sent further shards of pain through his mind. As his vision settled, fighting nausea and dizziness, he sat up. Sat across the room, on the priests writing chair, was a man studying papers he had taken from the desk, apparently ignoring the ailing clergymen.
Suddenly the man stood, his size filling the small room, and strode towards the priest. He reached down, and the sight made the priest truly terrified. His hand was hideously mutated, clearly by the touch of evil. The terrified priest babbled graces, prayers and blessings as the hand grasped him by his robe and hauled him to his feet. The man swapped hands, holding the priest in his right, and calmly placed his left over the priest’s mouth to silence him. The talon-like claws scratching the flesh on the priest’s cheek as the stench of the decaying flesh filled his nostrils. Eye-to-eye the man seemed to search the priest’s soul before he spoke.
“I am not an agent of the evil,” the man said, his voice deep and deadly serious, “I follow in the footsteps of Father D’Aubaine.”
The priest’s eyes, already a vision of terror, opened even wider, through the pain, the nausea and the fear he started to struggle. The man lifted him, seemingly without effort, and slammed him against the wall, pressing harder and harder against his mouth. Blood trickled down his face as the claws carved into the soft flesh of his cheek.
“I am here to ask questions,” he growled through his bare teeth, “You will provide me with answers, do you understand?”
The priest nodded, and was dropped to the floor before the man returned to the seat and continued flicking through the priests diary.
With the smile of a predator the man looked up at the priest.
“It seems you have impure thoughts Father…”
As always, feel free to leave comments, circumspection and feedback,
Dave
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Re: A Priests Folly
How are you going to do the claws?
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6/Sep/2009, 2:20 pm
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Re: A Priests Folly
The claws (Assuming i can pull them off as i want to) will NOT be combat weapons, merely for aesthetics. I have approximately 150 false nails which will be assembled, shaped (blunted), covered in latex (so as to minimise any potential for causing harm) and then glued to my fingernails, they will extend approximately 1-2cm from my own fingernails and will curve downwards to help negate any potential dangers. As mentioned before they are an aesthetic prop, which should be relatively safe. And if those involved are unhappy with them they will be removed. sadly my other prosthetic projects have failed, so the arm wont be quite as good as i want it to be, but will still be a step up from last time with improved (and hopefully unhurried) makeup techniques.
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7/Sep/2009, 12:47 am
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Re: A Priests Folly
A great way to do peeling skin is to paint your arm with latex, let it dry, and then peel patches off. Once its painted up it'll look awesome.
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7/Sep/2009, 10:13 pm
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Re: A Priests Folly
How does the latex painting affect bodyhair? I for one don't want bald patches ;)
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10/Sep/2009, 6:52 am
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Well you obviously remove the body hair first...otherwise peeling the latex off would be...uncomfortable.
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Re: A Priests Folly
The glue that comes with most false nails is rubbish, and cannot stand up to an LRP event. I suggest buying a higher spec glue from a nail salon.
I learned this at Omega, when I played a cat folk and used fake nails as claws.
Secondly, if you are not used to long nails you will struggle to perform normal tasks if the claws are too long. This includes things like going to the toilet and dressing yourself.
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