Father Jonathan Clinghoffer
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»[...] And so the wanderers told me the story of how all this had come to be. The Three Forces who now plagued the area used to be people from here, so they said. The Forces used to live among the farmers and huntsmen and lumberjacks, but then they were told about something. They were given a knowledge that was not meant for humankind.
There was a Power a long, neverending instance ago. A Power who had made a joke of blessing those people with the gift of knowing. And as men were always bound to to, they broke underneath its weight, as some knowledge isn't made for the spirit of us lower beings. It is as if drowning a dog in wine, or force-feeding a rat with ambrosia until its stomach raptures.
Those poor three Forces, those poor people of Geratty. They possessed a might now, the power to shift reality and to turn our equals into entities beneath this side of being. They are shifters and angels. Broken and worn-down. Screaming mouthpieces of the woodlands. The scripture is dripping off their foaming lips in blood-soaked letters. It's a begging. Amen. Amen. Amen. For their are holy and miserable beyond comprehension.
And so the wanderers told me about myself. They said that I used to be the local priest here. Back, when things were still normal. I used to care for the community here, I used to talk to the people and help them with my guidance. With those words, I slowly started to recall...
My name, Jonathan Clinghoffer. I was, am and will be born in Geratty. I did, do and will die in Geratty. As time shifted beneath my feet, I could feel it all.
The wanderers told me that they had brought me to the Forces, those who now lived scattered around this evershifting area of woodland agony. The wanderers asked me to convert those three broken people, and to take the burden of knowledge off of them, before everything would be crumbled.
This used to be our Geratty.
This used to be my beloved home.
This land of holiness, and land of agony.«
â Father Clinghoffer recalling a vision brought upon him by the Angel that lives in the Sawmill, 1969
As promised I'm going to use this blog to yap a bit about my project, and this is one of my characters, Jonathan Clinghoffer.
Jonathan (sometimes also referred to as Father Jon or just Jon) is the local preacher in Geratty, in Dervant County, Colorado, in the middle of the Rocky Mountains. He is the priest of Geratty's church (Our Lady's Church of the Seraph) and Hand of the Angel that lives in the Sawmill. He is in his mid to late 60s during the main story and initially seems extremely friendly, especially since he is one of the few people in Geratty who is happy to welcome Duke, the nosy journalist, into the small town. â Later, however, little by little, it turns out that he might be more self-righteous and manipulative than one might initially think...
I'll tell y'all more in the future about all that if you're down for it :))
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