Gragnel/Sermons/A Vigil to Urrem'tier 10192024/Prayer Urrem'tier

Gragnel runs his iron comb through his hair.

Gragnel puts his comb in his simple cassock.

Gragnel adjusts his simple cassock into place.

Gragnel loudly exclaims, "Greetings, everyone! My name is Gragnel Durbin and I am a Disciple of our great and mighty Lord Damaris!"

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

Gragnel matter-of-factly says, "Now, the panther is who gives me His favor and whom I pray to most often; but, if you know me, then you know I revere the divinity of all thirty-nine of our faith."

Gragnel wryly says, "You also probably know that I rarely miss a chance to hold prayer or give a sermon."

Gragnel nods emphatically.

Gragnel smirks.

Gragnel says, "That in mind, I have prepared some words for his Lordship Urrem'tier which I would like to share with you all today."

Gragnel loudly says, "I would ask for a moment of silence from those gathered so that I might be better heard."

Gragnel thankfully says, "You have my appreciation."

Gragnel clears his throat.

Gragnel recites:

    "You, our lord, Urrem'tier..."

Gragnel recites:

    "You, who have ever been and still continues to be our dark master whom has crept out from the fathomless void.

     You, who defies any attempt to confine you with mere titles or designation which others may so easily fall under."

Gragnel recites:

    "You, who holds control over that final gate to which everything that lives shall find that they must pass through in the end of their days and nights in this world that we find ourselves in."

Gragnel recites:

    "You, our lord, Urrem'tier..."

Gragnel recites:

    "You, whom has ever  been dutiful in your cold embrace.

     An embrance which you only allow to be swayed by those whom carry favor from our revered Immortals.

     One of the rare graces you extend only to those whom you deign worthy of your respect."

Gragnel recites:

    "It is you, who in your chosen duty, we see as one who seeks to cleanse all that finds itself under your gaze, save for what few considerations that you chose to show in your infinite wisdom."

Gragnel recites:

    "You, our lord, Urrem'tier..."

Gragnel recites:

    "Your avatar, the powerful scorpion, a perfect representation for the firm and solid grasp you have with your fearsome claws while also making clear the potential for a suffering demise at the touch of your looming stinger."

Gragnel recites:

    "You, our lord, Urrem'tier..."

Gragnel recites:

    "Receive our praise and acknowledgement of your majesty on this day and favor us in our celebration of your divine power and grace."

Gragnel nods.

Gragnel thankfully says, "I appreciate you all giving me your time."

Gragnel says, "Thank you."

Gragnel bows.