Aberrant Cleric

Title:	Aberrant Cleric
Genre:	Fantasy
Mediums:	Photoshop
For Sale:	NFS
Views:	2490
Posted:	11/12/2014
Status:	Unpublished

Location: The Netherlands

Though his head is replaced by a whirling conflagration he is a man still. He sleeps, bleeds, and eats, of sorts. His voice a dry rasping thing, akin to the sound of a grinding stone, interspersed with wet hacking coughs. He is armed with a dark metal mace, adorned with many curving blades. He also swings a thurible on a long chain filled with noxious incense. His coat of scale mail is a symbol of the devotion of his flock. Each scale contains a piece of a follower encased in a dark metal. It might be a piece of an ear or nose or even finger bones and teeth. All cut from his devotees, while fully awake. Besides he powerful wargear and potent spells, he is most feared for his prophetic flames. He might force a victim to peer into the depth of his embers, where shreds of future swirl. While the flames burn the skin of his victim&rsquo s face they see with perfect clarity, the moment of death of all their loved ones, and all the gruesome decay that follows. They see all that is good and whole in their lives destroyed and be as nothing by the ever grinding ravages of time. They what outlasts all that is good in the world. They see he who bides and he who laughs in the end. They see the eight eyes and the gaping maw. They see the Patient One, and no one who gazes upon his countenance gets to keep his sanity.