> Meet Amoz
There are a handful of temples that one always finds in these smaller communities. Usually they’re dedicated to the smaller local deities, ones of harvest and the sun. Ones that seem closer and easier to talk to than the Maker and the Cycle gods. Except one. The goddess of sacrifice, death, and charity is found in every town as she’s always the closest to the hearts of men, whether they like it or not.
Some people are much closer to her and a small amount of them decide to serve her rather than fight it. There is one such man who tends to her temple in this village. He is handsome and well spoken, but quiet and tired. It’s commonly understood that Priests of Sacrifice are well acquainted with loss and death, but Amoz Emlyn wears his loss like a heavy ceremonial cloak.
It’s a weight you can see in the angle of his shoulders as you walk into the temple one mid-week morning. He is knelt in some prayer or meditation that is just as likely to be a personal habit as it is a religious tradition. Without any discernable noise, he rises and steps over to greet you.
“Welcome. Are you here to pray or is there something about which you wish to speak?: