Her eyes widened further, and the cleric read pleasing possibilities in those dreaming orbs. "Would you like a garment this fine, Florine?" The girl gazed at the surplice for some moments, drinking in the sumptuous azure fabric, the gold and purple flourishes, and the embroidered scenes of heaven - where gods reclined on clouds and angels flitted around them in sedate choruses. Did they think the gods reached down from on high and took the collection plate up to heaven each week? A 'donation from a pious and anonymous benefactor', in the eyes of his congregation. Aecasius' predecessor had been content with a plain white garment - a simple vestment for a simple, unimaginative, tiresome bore of a woman. Florine nodded and lifted it with the tips of her fingers, as though it were gossamer.Īt least she had taste. He allowed her to help him into the cassock, savoring the little moments of trepidation whenever her soft, cool hands brushed against his bare flesh. After all, what good was a priest who couldn't win a convert to his cause? And he supposed there would be some pleasure in taking this new girl and seeing if he could temper her. Foolish and ignorant as the townspeople were, he doubted even they would let him blame a god for that one. But he'd had no choice about sending her away, once she'd fallen pregnant. "Surely you know that the priest of a pantherium can't don his fine vestments alone? He must be dressed by another, as a constant reminder that he's a mere child in the eyes of the wise and merciful gods."įlorine scurried forward and fumbled with his cassock, in the manner of a woman forced to grapple with a troll. If she was this scandalized by a bare chest and legs, naked loins could send her screaming from the temple. He refrained from completing his undress. I." She averted her eyes and gasped again. Then he took off his tunic, dropped his pantaloons, and reached for his silken undergarment. Father Aecasius wondered whether he should take things slow with this one. She beamed, and nodded with such fervor that he almost expected her to break out in a hymn. "I was just thinking of the benevolence of the gods, my dear." "Ah." He coughed and banished the wistful expression from his features. Where did they breed these sweet little peasant girls? In his youth, the ones he'd rolled around with on his family's estate had been made of different stuff. "A blue dove of Karuss would suit your eyes." "Oh!" She bit her lip again, and Aecasius smiled within. He glanced up, at a pair of reddening cheeks and widening eyes. Perhaps she'd be a suitable replacement for that last girl after all. Florine (what a stupid name, he mused) had done a fine job of cleaning and preparing them. "Father?" The girl hovering by the door stopped holding her breath, shuffling her feet, and biting her lip. Gift of Gore: Chance for bonus damage against Giant raids Extra damage for each piece of Mathala's Gift set wornĬraft x2 Stat Points (Collection) Mathala's Gift Charger (Mount)Ĭraft x2 Stat Points (Collection) Mathala's Gift Charger (General)įather Aecasius Bloodwyn inspected the vestments laid out before him, and saw that they were good. Gift of Gore: Chance for bonus damage against Giant raids Extra damage for each piece of Mathala's Gift set worn. Snow Angel: Chance for bonus damage Extra damage against Giant raids Extra damage against Gigantomachy raid Increases Player's Defense by 200 Increases Player's Energy by 20 (Complete The Last Titan on Nightmare difficulty.)
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