Sgrios Shambler

  Through many discussions and initiations, I have heard Sgrios burdened with the name of Chaos. Chaos, the realm of Chadul, is disorder without meaning, confusion without form, the raving of madness. Yet when we look with clearer eyes upon the God of Death, Decay, and Destruction, what do we truly see? Look not at the mutterings of men, but at his hand upon the Aisling spark, and at the mark he leaves upon us — the Scar. The spark is fragile. One need not die to lose it, as is plain in those who once woke but no longer rise, though the gift of rebirth remains. And when death does come, we stand before Sgrios in our most delicate form, our souls stripped bare, shielded only by that faint and holy light within us. Yet in this most vulnerable state, his touch is measured. He returns us with care, leaving only a scar as testimony. This is no careless ruin. This is not confusion. It is an act of precision, of balance — the furthest from chaos one could imagine. When we speak of order, ...

Let us look at the octave through the eyes of a young Aisling - one who’s spark just opened their mind to the wonders of the world around them. With this spiritual awakening, it is common to seek a faith to devote themselves to; a faith which will, in some way, hang a flag on their victory and apply a salve to the failures. So, what do they see when they examine the eight Gods of Temuair? Each of the Gods beckons for the devotion of the prospective worshipper, each making promises that speak to the blessings they can offer: full spirits, full minds, full strength, full hearts, full control, full bodies, full pockets... But one God remains, and He offers only loss. Sgrios is a God like a void, in that he is defined by what he takes, not what he has to give. So why, then, does He command such a rich and vibrant congregation? If we have eight choices and seven of them bear wondrous promises of a blessed life, what draws so many to worship at the altar of decay? Sgrios does not give us any...

Welcome one and all to our musty house of rot. Today... rather than boring you all with another long-winded sermon on the duality of death - instead I am extremely delighted to give  you a... "presentation" on the matter.  One of the wonderous gifts Sgrios can grant a worshipper is the ability to claim an Aislings soul. Sgrios grants us a great boon of faith if one can claim a soul prior to anoters departure. How many of you would enjoy a boon to our great Lord?  -- after gathering the volunteers. Alright then, now that we've gotten that out  of the way...   *screaming* Too long have the mundanes  diminished our Sgrian powers, hampering our  ability to spread our gift!  -- A sacrifice dies *gesticulating wildly* Removing our ability to sleep one another!?   -- A sacrifice dies *voice cracking* Getting rangers involved in  trivial matters such as murder?!  -- A sacrifice dies Our summons used to attack on sight; now they ar...

Mass as presented by Minister Peneann  Let us first offer a prayer to Sgrios, a prayer that was inspired by a fellow Sgrios believer who's known by the name Phever, and in which I would like to thank for inspiring me so.   Though we dwell in Death, Rot and Decay these aspects still all respect life, for they only come when the time is nigh upon us, and breath can not be taken again, and the rotted walls shall crumble to dust, but upon doing so they reveal unto us a new fresh path ahead us, so that we may strive to ever push forward unto this world and discover more than once was. It is with this belief in mind that we offer up this prayer unto Sgrios, so that we may not take for granted what we are given. Amen.   On this very day I would like to depart unto you all a subject that, as a follower of the Sgrios faith, lays close to my heart.  The subject that I speak of is: The role of Death, Rot and Decay in temuair, in which Sgrios presides over.  It is because o...

Look at your hands — the skin is not as it was. The flesh thins, the bones press nearer to the surface. The hair pales, the joints ache, the strength you had slips away. You call this aging. I tell you, it is decay — and it is holy. For our god is not a perfect idol, untouched by the world. He is not gilded, nor made in marble. He is the rot that does not end, the flesh that never stops falling away, the god whose being is an unending feast of decay for the darkness from which he emerged. He is perpetual ending — and in that ending, perpetual truth. Sgrios’ hunger is ceaseless, and so too do we hunger. Not for bread alone, nor for fleeting pleasures, but for the stripping away of all that hides the bone. We hunger to see the world as it truly is — to taste the end of things and know them without their veils. You may think hunger is a wound, a lack, a punishment. It is not. Hunger is the sign that you are still moving toward him. To be full is to be still, to stop the journey, to fall i...

I thought perhaps I would touch upon a talking point I hear bandied about quite frequently as of late. Perhaps through latent whispers of a dying world; permeating our souls and escaping our lips as its proxy - or perhaps just the warcry of the new generation who have no sense of exactly what is broken, but ache to fix the damage. Regardless of the origin of the cry, the word on everyone’s lips these days is balance. Yes, it seems that across Temuair people want to speak of balance. They want to restore balance to the land, find balance within themselves, balance their mug upon their nose while they sip their ale in the tavern. More absurdly, though, they talk about bringing balance to the octave. As the high priestess of one of the strongest and most active faiths in the land, let me tell you now that balance is a myth spooled out of some oracles' mind to give Cail something to busy himself with. It simply does not exist, nor should it. This concept of balance that so many seem to...