A) WITCHWOOD There is a shrine outside the Witchwood. It's not much. More like a cairn, albeit one with a glass lens set in a small metal frame, atop it. A handful of feathers sit there as well. With the rumor being if you reach out to the Guardian of the Gray, and look through the lens, you'll see your way out. Several black and gray birds are usually present around the shrine, shrikes, to name them.
Archangel, said Guardian, occasionally turns up himself. In a much less... feathery form than that of his now-normal godly one. But always in some kind of helmet, something to cover his eyes. He doesn't normally turn up for simple pleas for guidance. That's for the birds, literally.
Demigod spawns are another matter. If a fellow new god signals one of the shrikes, he'll be there to help take on the beasties, quick as he can. Summon him up if you need a partner to go take care of some monstrous problems. It'll be fun. Probably. But hey, even as a god, he never lost his combat skills.
B) FREE CITIES No god form here. Just something closer to his normal, pre-godly body. Armored, with a mask across both his eyes. He can be found in old haunts - or where they once stood. Near Nadine's clinic, the inn, the army barracks. There's usually a couple of shrikes nearby, circling, or just sitting nearby.
He still retains his sense of justice - of his old habits from centuries, lifetimes ago he can't entirely remember.
So maybe you come across him casually assisting someone practicing their crossbow shots in the training area, the feathers of his collar a bright white, solid, soft. Carefully nudging their stance. Or adjusting the grip of a kid in the street, aiming a slingshot rock at their tormentor. Little things. He might even take up a crossbow himself, for fun, for old times' sake.
Though it's equally likely someone runs into him when the sky darkens with storm clouds. When he's seen, encountered, some thug throwing their weight around. A landlord abusing their position to leverage more funds. In those instances, the feathering has turned dark grey, almost black, the tips steaming like wisps of smoke as he menaces them... by reaching up to lift the mask, the blindfold, from his face...
ECHOS - Witchwood & Free Cities
There is a shrine outside the Witchwood. It's not much. More like a cairn, albeit one with a glass lens set in a small metal frame, atop it. A handful of feathers sit there as well. With the rumor being if you reach out to the Guardian of the Gray, and look through the lens, you'll see your way out. Several black and gray birds are usually present around the shrine, shrikes, to name them.
Archangel, said Guardian, occasionally turns up himself. In a much less... feathery form than that of his now-normal godly one. But always in some kind of helmet, something to cover his eyes. He doesn't normally turn up for simple pleas for guidance. That's for the birds, literally.
Demigod spawns are another matter. If a fellow new god signals one of the shrikes, he'll be there to help take on the beasties, quick as he can. Summon him up if you need a partner to go take care of some monstrous problems. It'll be fun. Probably. But hey, even as a god, he never lost his combat skills.
B) FREE CITIES
No god form here. Just something closer to his normal, pre-godly body. Armored, with a mask across both his eyes. He can be found in old haunts - or where they once stood. Near Nadine's clinic, the inn, the army barracks. There's usually a couple of shrikes nearby, circling, or just sitting nearby.
He still retains his sense of justice - of his old habits from centuries, lifetimes ago he can't entirely remember.
So maybe you come across him casually assisting someone practicing their crossbow shots in the training area, the feathers of his collar a bright white, solid, soft. Carefully nudging their stance. Or adjusting the grip of a kid in the street, aiming a slingshot rock at their tormentor. Little things. He might even take up a crossbow himself, for fun, for old times' sake.
Though it's equally likely someone runs into him when the sky darkens with storm clouds. When he's seen, encountered, some thug throwing their weight around. A landlord abusing their position to leverage more funds. In those instances, the feathering has turned dark grey, almost black, the tips steaming like wisps of smoke as he menaces them... by reaching up to lift the mask, the blindfold, from his face...