[He's in the middle of prayer when he feels something shift. When he opens his eyes, the Empyreans' Throne is no more. In its place is a place of swirling colors and energy, easily recognizable to him as an earth pulse. For Innominat to have brought him here, it must be an important matter. But there's no response from the god, only a young man standing in front of him.]
Is there something you require of me?
[He asks with a steady expression.]
You would appear to be an exorcist, but I do not recall your face among our ranks. Your robes are non-regulation as well.
hey there daemons it's me ya shepherd
Is there something you require of me?
[He asks with a steady expression.]
You would appear to be an exorcist, but I do not recall your face among our ranks. Your robes are non-regulation as well.