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Gragnel runs his iron comb through his hair.


Gragnel clears his throat.


Gragnel loudly says, "Greetings, fellow worshipers, I am Rev...."


Gragnel blinks.


Gragnel chuckles.


Gragnel wryly says, "Well, it seems some of you don't need the introduction. I remember you well and it's a pleasure to see you here."


Gragnel nods in agreement.


Gragnel loudly says, "For others who may not be familiar with me, I am Reverend Gragnel Durbin and I am a disciple of our Lord Damaris."


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


Gragnel says, "Now, Lord Damaris is who grants my favor and who I seek to appease the most with my efforts and endevors; but I hold great reverence for all of the thirty-nine Immortals."


Gragnel nods emphatically.


Gragnel loudly says, "So, bearing that in mind, I have asked the Mage Avrenka if I might be permitted to say a few words about our Lord Rutilor at this gathering."


Gragnel matter-of-factly says, "He said, "Yes." So now you'll all have to deal with me. At least, for a moment or three."


Gragnel smirks.


Gragnel says, "I ask for those gathered to allow for some quiet so that I might get these words out. I thank you in advance."


Gragnel clears his throat.


Gragnel recites:

    "Lord Rutilor, the stalwart defender of the downtrodden and even-handed judge in all matters.

     We gather on this day to bring praise unto you and your name and celebrate you in our offerings."


Gragnel recites:

    "You, who in your purity can utter no lie or falsehood, making your every word honest and truthful.

     You, who in your wisdom has given strength to those honorable knights who take up your cause and fight in your name."


Gragnel recites:

    "We, the children of you and your fellow Immortals, who have been gifted with so much

     We ask for your defense of our persons on this day as we face a foe which wishes only our pain and suffering."


Gragnel recites:

    "Let loose your ferocious hounds upon this enemy that seeks to ruin our land, besmirching our holy rites and sacred practices,

     Let those who plague us  feel some of what they wish to subject us to with their manipulations."


Gragnel recites:

    "Let your actions be like those of your divine avatar, the noble and dutiful mongoose.

     Let these vile serpents who steal our very skies and stars feel your sharp bite and tearing claws."


Gragnel recites:

    "For, in this moment, we are the ones who face the great odds that unfairly stack against us.

     We are the humble and innocent who stare up at vile and corrupt behemoths yet still we greet them with challenge."


Gragnel recites:

    "Lord Rutilor, see the many offerings of blades, your favored weapon and tool that have been made in your name.

     May you recieve them well and find it of worth and value in your divine sight."


Gragnel recites:

    "We pray all these things in your name, Lord Rutilor.

     Look upon us and favor your children."


Gragnel says, "Thank you all."


Gragnel bows.