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Finalized the Death Priest religious garb for the Koruss Pangmahe household, but if you guys have any suggestions they’re very welcome.
༺═───────────────═༻ *The goal is to convert Larrya’s (the woman in the group) outfit and the pearl necklace to all ages and both sexes. However, I don’t know how to mod, so there’s that 😅.
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༺═───────────────═༻ I've been sick, but I thought I'd post something for your guys as it's been a while. No worries, we're still working on Uranesia 🤍.
📿 Koruss Prangmahe (Death Monastery) EM Liwe, AF Larrya, TM Axan Colors: Does not Apply
Liwe sometimes thinks upon the days of old. The golden seasons of the monastery under Elder Toxir. However, Elder Toxir has long since passed, and things have long since changed with the seasons, worsening upon the arrival of the pirates. The location of the monastery was a precarious one, too close to their enemy. And as a result, fear weakened his people, spoiled the blood of those who would train in the worship. For a time, it was only him to honor their god and the dead, but now, blessedly, he shares his duties with the young ones. The youngest, Axan, arrived first after the passing of his parents. Farmers of good stock they were, touched by the gods. Yes, perhaps their eldest was not chosen by the flame of Ilish, like their youngest, however their boy had good blood like his kin. When the child set his mind off of imagination, Liwe would often catch him practicing death rites into the night. His hands and feet moved far too stiffly to be perceived as dance, but the boy’s earnest sway shone with sincerity. It tempered Liwe’s hand, honored the dead. The eldest of the two youths, Larrya, came many seasons later, after a great tragedy in her family. She is kind, and dutiful. Still, Liwe is often worried by her quietness, but when they, the three, sing, her voice is a ringing bell, the steady wail always carrying over their own. It quiets Liwe’s heart, honors the dead. He knows they, the two, will honor him and their god, once he is called by stone to lay beside the ancestors.
📿 Liwe Xwalas 📿
Household: Koruss Prangmahe
The Elder priest of the Death Monastery.
