Post by Fewms on Oct 2, 2009 1:44:38 GMT
Written in ink:
/Gwydion auf der Scheibe\
Gwydion auf der Scheibe was born in Genua to a family of devout
Sekkites. He was their second son; which was fortunate, in that the
first was sacrificed. Only his parents impeded his progress to
independent means and the family estate; and so the youthful Gwydion
followed the Command of Sek, which expostulates: "increase My glory by
taking power for thyself from those who are less deserving of it."
Pursuing the course of filial piety, he had his immediate forebears
sequestered in an inexpensive asylum for the criminally insane. His
seven sisters he had committed variously to Sekkite nunneries and
orphanages for the poor and recalcitrant blind as the mood struck him.
For a few years he lived as a gentleman, which is to say
extravagantly; but the world could not offer the lavish
entertainments, orgies, and bloody bachannals of the Sekkite Orthodox
Church. So he abandoned his former asceticism, deeming it unworthy of
a voluptuary, and, discarding his formal black for the sacred scarlet,
became a priest of Sek the seven-handed god. Zealous to eviscerate
virgins in ever more interesting ways, he embarked on a tour of
research in Klatch, then called KLK, to discover the awful words by
which Djelian priests charm crocodiles into devouring their enemies.
After he acquired this secret, a chance crocodile plague swept through
the Sekkite Orthodox Church. Gwydion was invested with the role of
Minister of Internal Affairs soon after. A Prince of the Church, he
returned to Klatch, whose pleasures and drugs he missed. Gradually, he
realised that the temple there was the most lavish in the disc; the
sacrifices commanded by priests, the most stimulating; it was elitist,
xenophobic, and few of populace.
Sympathetic and admiring of its air, thought to join the Klatchian
Council. He spoke randomly to a magistrate - by chance the most
pleasant of them all - and quickly joined. Coincidentally, there was a
magisterial re-election shortly after this; meditating on glorious but
infernal plots, Gwydion was first sponsored, then succeeded, to one of
the five sphinx-carved seats. His first term was an interesting and
conspiracy-filled time, whose true and accurate history may someday be
told. He has since begun a second term.
/Gwydion auf der Scheibe\
Gwydion auf der Scheibe was born in Genua to a family of devout
Sekkites. He was their second son; which was fortunate, in that the
first was sacrificed. Only his parents impeded his progress to
independent means and the family estate; and so the youthful Gwydion
followed the Command of Sek, which expostulates: "increase My glory by
taking power for thyself from those who are less deserving of it."
Pursuing the course of filial piety, he had his immediate forebears
sequestered in an inexpensive asylum for the criminally insane. His
seven sisters he had committed variously to Sekkite nunneries and
orphanages for the poor and recalcitrant blind as the mood struck him.
For a few years he lived as a gentleman, which is to say
extravagantly; but the world could not offer the lavish
entertainments, orgies, and bloody bachannals of the Sekkite Orthodox
Church. So he abandoned his former asceticism, deeming it unworthy of
a voluptuary, and, discarding his formal black for the sacred scarlet,
became a priest of Sek the seven-handed god. Zealous to eviscerate
virgins in ever more interesting ways, he embarked on a tour of
research in Klatch, then called KLK, to discover the awful words by
which Djelian priests charm crocodiles into devouring their enemies.
After he acquired this secret, a chance crocodile plague swept through
the Sekkite Orthodox Church. Gwydion was invested with the role of
Minister of Internal Affairs soon after. A Prince of the Church, he
returned to Klatch, whose pleasures and drugs he missed. Gradually, he
realised that the temple there was the most lavish in the disc; the
sacrifices commanded by priests, the most stimulating; it was elitist,
xenophobic, and few of populace.
Sympathetic and admiring of its air, thought to join the Klatchian
Council. He spoke randomly to a magistrate - by chance the most
pleasant of them all - and quickly joined. Coincidentally, there was a
magisterial re-election shortly after this; meditating on glorious but
infernal plots, Gwydion was first sponsored, then succeeded, to one of
the five sphinx-carved seats. His first term was an interesting and
conspiracy-filled time, whose true and accurate history may someday be
told. He has since begun a second term.