Sgrios Shambler

As we enter this most holy quarter of the cycle, I always tend to become wistful and reflective. The sun recedes and abandons us to the impending perils of the cold winter; the trees, in their sadness, drop their leaves reminding us that often to preserve ourselves we must give up the very thing that sustains us. Aye, as you walk the paths cluttered with Autumn's detritus it is quite the chore not to confront your past, or worry your mind over the future's oppressive openness. Time is a devastating force, and seemingly impervious to the influence of the Gods. Though we number our passing years in honor of the great god Deoch, there is no Temuairian god who presides over the passing of time. While time seems to be the law that governs the passing of the seasons, I've heard Gramaillian scholars make claims that it is only through His rule that time passes at all. Even among the Gramail faith these views are considered fringe, and, to the enlightened among us, it is a laugha...

Greetings, all, and thank you for joining me here today. I have raised several congregations from dust to fire; as befitting of Sgrios as anything in Temuair, even our religion decays. It is important for me to remind myself at which part of the death-birth cycle I’m teaching, admittedly it sometimes eludes me. That being said, with so many fresh faces lining the hall these days, I figured it’d be a good time to make some introductions: who am I, who are you and who is Sgrios? My name is Leanna Runda, Sgrios priestess, though most know me as Paramour. I have spent nearly my entire life in the service of Sgrios; I came to this temple as a troubled youth and, since that day, have worked tirelessly to tend to this shrine and those who worship within. I became a priestess under the guidance of our High Priest, Van Morgan -- the man who has, even in his absence, been an inspiration and spiritual leader to all member of the clergy. Echoes of his accomplishments still sound in the chamber...