Gragnel/Sermons/Holy Sorcery Party 02022025/Prayer Phelim

Gragnel gets a pitted iron comb from inside his leather longcoat.

Gragnel runs his iron comb through his hair.

Gragnel runs his iron comb through his hair.

Gragnel puts his comb in his leather longcoat.

Gragnel loudly says, "Greetings, one and all, I am Reverend Gragnel Durbin. I am a Disciple of our great and powerful Lord Damaris."

Gragnel lightly touches his panther pin as he says a quick prayer.

Gragnel confidentially says, "Although it is Him who I seek favor from, I have reverence for all of the Thirty-Nine Immortals. Like any sane person should."

Gragnel matter-of-factly says, "Now, some of you already know me, some of you may not. But, those who do know me, also know that I'm a bit of a talker..."

Gragnel smirks.

Gragnel confidentially says, "But, I think I share some good words when I do talk, and today is no exception."

Gragnel says, "Please allow me a moment of your time to speak on Lord Phelim."

Gragnel gets a ceremonial prayer tome embedded with a trio of night diamonds from inside his leather longcoat.

Gragnel opens his prayer tome.

Gragnel clears his throat.

Gragnel recites:

   "Great and honorable, Lord Phelim.
    We gather today in your name and bring praise to you.
    You, who placed the very stars in the sky.
    You, who had the great idea to gift us with our moons.
    You, who even lulled the mighty World Dragon to a sweet sleep.
    We, the children of you and your fellow Immortals, lift you on high."

Gragnel recites:

   "Powerful and wise, Lord Phelim.
    Today I ask of you to guide us in these trails we face.
    Allow us our rightful vengence against those who would steal your gifts to us.
    Allow us our rightful retribution against those who take from our number without care or concern.
    Allow us the opportunity to seek our revenge on those who would imprison our families and friends."

Gragnel recites:

   "Yea, though we find ourselves under the unkind gaze of looming threats,
    We shall not fear for you are with us during this struggle.
    The tiny motes of light in the distance are a sign of your continued presence.
    A sign that there is hope in the future and that our faith will show us the way.
    An end to this suffering would be the sweetest dream of all."

Gragnel recites:

   "Noble, Lord Phelim,
    We pray all these things in your holy name.
    Favor us in our fight."

Gragnel closes his prayer tome.

Gragnel thankfully says, "I appreciate your time today."

Gragnel bows.

Gragnel puts his tome in his leather longcoat.