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Only those who climbed to the highest ranks the High Kirk shall commune with the entities they deem to be an avatar of their god in the deepest woods. Equipped with sufficient honor, purity and fortitude to bear witness to the Great Flame, their lonely journey into the untouched thickets of the forest and ritual ascesis makes them worthy to gaze into the fire itself and witness God itself - to become a Blessed Saint in a holy communion with higher powers.
Sacred undying fragments of the First God haunt this world, in an oblivious state to the existence of mortal life in eternal rage and pain. Gazing into the infinite fractal fires of creation that these fragments wield on their crowned heads razes the self of mortals - to become one with infinity means that insignificant life is reduced to nothingness. What remains is an impression of their hollow shell in the fabric of reality, a limp and comatose body that never truly dies and remains eternally warm to the touch.
Should their body ever be retrieved from the deepest woods by the priests and devoted worshippers alike, they are propped up as eternal relics in churches on open thrones as their grave, adorned in the finest fabrics and precious insignias of the High Kirk. Throughout the years, their bodies shrivel and crumble up into a desiccated state, but remain preserved, never fully dying - for their warm blood in their veins never runs out and faint heartbeat never ceases. Such a Blessed Saint will remain seated on its throne altar, and be the central subject of worship by members of the High Kirk as an undying testament to the powers of their God roaming this world.
Clearly, such a heretic effigy of worship of the undying First God by mortals cannot be tolerated forever by the New Gods, and must be disposed of by the Sword eventually. And even in undeath, a Blessed Saint won’t leave this material plane of the universe without resistance. Its limp body being animated from the inside, it shall be plucked like a grotesque puppet from its throne by an invisible force once it senses its ancient enemy…
A character design for my personal setting “Sanctum” of a “Blessed Saint”, one of the most perilous foes the Sword has to face off against. Usually corpse-like relics of worship of the High Kirk, their undying bodies are imbued by their holy communion with the First God with powerful forces lashing out against the Sword.
They are, for all intents and purposes, desiccated pope mummy relics that looked at an undead eldritch god a little too closely. Whack.
Only those who climbed to the highest ranks the High Kirk shall commune with the entities they deem to be an avatar of their god in the deepest woods. Equipped with sufficient honor, purity and fortitude to bear witness to the Great Flame, their lonely journey into the untouched thickets of the forest and ritual ascesis makes them worthy to gaze into the fire itself and witness God itself - to become a Blessed Saint in a holy communion with higher powers.
Sacred undying fragments of the First God haunt this world, in an oblivious state to the existence of mortal life in eternal rage and pain. Gazing into the infinite fractal fires of creation that these fragments wield on their crowned heads razes the self of mortals - to become one with infinity means that insignificant life is reduced to nothingness. What remains is an impression of their hollow shell in the fabric of reality, a limp and comatose body that never truly dies and remains eternally warm to the touch.
Should their body ever be retrieved from the deepest woods by the priests and devoted worshippers alike, they are propped up as eternal relics in churches on open thrones as their grave, adorned in the finest fabrics and precious insignias of the High Kirk. Throughout the years, their bodies shrivel and crumble up into a desiccated state, but remain preserved, never fully dying - for their warm blood in their veins never runs out and faint heartbeat never ceases. Such a Blessed Saint will remain seated on its throne altar, and be the central subject of worship by members of the High Kirk as an undying testament to the powers of their God roaming this world.
Clearly, such a heretic effigy of worship of the undying First God by mortals cannot be tolerated forever by the New Gods, and must be disposed of by the Sword eventually. And even in undeath, a Blessed Saint won’t leave this material plane of the universe without resistance. Its limp body being animated from the inside, it shall be plucked like a grotesque puppet from its throne by an invisible force once it senses its ancient enemy…
A character design for my personal setting “Sanctum” of a “Blessed Saint”, one of the most perilous foes the Sword has to face off against. Usually corpse-like relics of worship of the High Kirk, their undying bodies are imbued by their holy communion with the First God with powerful forces lashing out against the Sword.
They are, for all intents and purposes, desiccated pope mummy relics that looked at an undead eldritch god a little too closely. Whack.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Portraits
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Happy coincidence. But this really looks like it could exist in slavic myhtology. Ever thought of making beings on .... let's say loose connections to known mythoogies. a symbol there, clothing here that adheres to a mythology. like norse and greek as they are really recognizable. Sorry, am drunk and got a bit excited ^^' don't mean to ramble, just really like this and the lore around it
When the pope becomes a zombie.
The religious vestments turned out great! Very well crafted, but still with some more rural, folk-like elements.
I like the concept a lot! It's very creepy too! The idea of something that obliterates the mind but leaves the body immortal. I wonder about the fact that they can still fight... Are they still able to "think" or do they become just mindless automatons reacting to stimuli?
The religious vestments turned out great! Very well crafted, but still with some more rural, folk-like elements.
I like the concept a lot! It's very creepy too! The idea of something that obliterates the mind but leaves the body immortal. I wonder about the fact that they can still fight... Are they still able to "think" or do they become just mindless automatons reacting to stimuli?
Thank you! Yeah, I wanted to make something here that looked kinda religious and positively "excessive" as an important element of worship.
Also, the latter is the case - they really are just the body that's left behind which doesn't rot away and somehow stays questionably "alive", while all agency of the former selves are gone. They can only fight because they'll be puppeteered from the inside out by the First God's pure force of extremely angry self-preservation if the Sword comes around, basically.
Also, the latter is the case - they really are just the body that's left behind which doesn't rot away and somehow stays questionably "alive", while all agency of the former selves are gone. They can only fight because they'll be puppeteered from the inside out by the First God's pure force of extremely angry self-preservation if the Sword comes around, basically.
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