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The Forgotten Saints (Confessions at Hallowmas)
Kukapetal
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11/18/2017
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Who's Wulver?
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Frederick
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11/19/2017
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Kukapetal wrote:
Who's Wulver?
Wulver is an old Shetland myth about a half-wolf half-man beast.
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Ixc
Posts: 365
11/3/2018
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(This is an archive post)
Six Midnighters, all scarred by the Neath’s secrets, took your confessions, and confessed in turn...
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Hallowmas 1895
London has been plastered in fliers, announcing "The Procession of the Forgotten Saints", run by no less than the Bishop of Southwark. It invites all Londoners to come and confess, in confidentiality. There is surprisingly little ranting about it being an insane nonsensical pagan holiday. Though 'Forgotten Saints' is a bit on the nose.
When you arrive, you are greeted by a Prudent Confessor. "Welcome. Here, you may confess an error to the helpers of Saint Joshua, the order of Midnighters. As with the rites of Saint Joshua, you will forget your confession. As you confess, you may be confessed to in turn." She points to six doors, with statues of saints in front of them.
Confess an Error of Curiosity
Confess an Error of Impropriety
Confess an Error of Violence
Confess an Error of Guile
Confess an Error of Whimsy
Confess an Error of Pride
(With your confession, you also have the choice to have your confession be posted or not.)
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edited by Ixc on 11/28/2018
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Pleased to meet you. Ixc, spy and detective. Inventor of the Correspondence Cannon.
Are you a Paramount Presence? Record your name here. For posterity, of course.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
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Ixc
Posts: 365
11/28/2018
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Thanks for another year of Confessions, and good luck with Neathmas (and Christmas in general).
For the Hallowmas mood...
edited by Ixc on 11/28/2018
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Pleased to meet you. Ixc, spy and detective. Inventor of the Correspondence Cannon.
Are you a Paramount Presence? Record your name here. For posterity, of course.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
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