Sgrios Shambler

 A Reflection by Priest Heva of Sgrios ((Much more was added as improv such as emotes, roleplay flavor, interaction with attendees, etc - this is the abridged note version)) My brothers and sisters who gather for this sacred Mass, I speak to you as one who has walked many paths in service to our Lord Sgrios. When I first took the cloth in Deoch 28, I believed that prayer and ritual alone would bring me closer to His crimson embrace. How naive I was then. It was through the discipline of the monk that I first began to understand. Hours spent in meditation, feeling my own flesh grow heavy with mortality, taught me that our bodies themselves are vessels heading toward one destination. Every breath we draw brings us closer to that final exhale. In those quiet moments, I felt His presence not as some distant deity, but as the inevitable force working within my very bones. When I embraced the ways of the druid, true revelation came. In the deep forests, I discovered what our Lord had bee...

  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, ...