Bg3 Priestess Gut Novels & Stories

In response, Joseph gave him a harsh glare, which made the Grand Cleric stepped away, “Why don't you ask Jeremiah by yourself,” Joseph said while observing Belial from head to toe, he knew that Belial just had a new white silk robe that he purchased secretly from the donation, “if he agrees, then I don't mind…” Joseph then quickly walked away; he could not stand to argue with the Grand Cleric anymore, ‘probably it is time for me to search for his replacement…’ *** There was a commotion happened outside the Green Garden Temple. Princess Charlotte Brownfur and her armies of black mages who just arrived at the front gate of the temple seemed to have a huge argument with the guarding priests

Is he alright? “What is the matter high priestess?” I asked not really sure if I am ready to hear the reply. “I have two bad news to tell you about your pup.” She said wearily trying her best to remain calm. “Go on.” I replied as I braced myself for the bad news, Sheila now has her face towards the priestess, her face is blank now so I cannot read her emotions. “First of all the child is female so you do not have a heir yet alpha Alexandro.” The priestess said and then waited to see my reaction, I gave nothing away.

The priestess added. "Okay then. That's fine by me," Lydia said. Lydia was now standing an inch away from the priestess, the Priestess licked her lips with her tongue but before she could cast her spell, Lydia attacked her. "Now!" Lydia shouted and Jade casted her spell and touched the Priestess. The priestess was taken by surprise and so she did not see Jade coming. In no time the Priestess was on the floor with her eyes closed. "She's not dead,"Jade told Lydia.

She dipped her hands into the little tiny purse-like fur thing she was holding and twirled a little as an essence flame appeared at the edge of her fingers. Ridiculous thing, I don't know why people believe in this but I don't. “Hmmmm.” Her eyes suddenly snapped open but the black pupils were no longer there. The priestess looked like a ghost that had just reincarnated or something. “She’s not supposed to be here. She reeks of bad luck, evil and destruction.” The priestess declared as she took a few steps away from her. “She has to be executed or else_” She was saying and I cleared my throat, loud enough for it to stop whatever crap she was saying.

A gasp echoes through the chambers and the Seers immediately leap away from the Head Priestess as she sits up and turns to me, blood streaming from her eyes. “The beast with eyes of purple… It has brought cities to ruin with ash and fire…and will do so…again,” she whispers….then she falls back. And her heart stops the moment she hits the floor.

Then she shift and Jarek drapes a robe over her shoulder. "As you can see she is special, but more so that you are looking someone even more powerfull that any of us. Mess with her and she can submit you, she has done a few times with all ranked members. The there is King Folkor, his Lead worriar, soos to be female Beta in Alpha Jarek's pack as she is mated to his Beta Ben. And lastly High priestess Gina" With that the whole crowd retreats a few steps and one shouts

“I have changed my mind. You may pilgrimage to the motherland if that is your wish. We will observe your company on her birthday and one other time a year at a later choosing. You have done well with her and this may find favor with me. We leave without you. That is your punishment. You will see her again but only enough to break your heart a little.” “Moon Goddess Priestess, here are the herbs you requested as payment. I throw in a little extra wolvesbane for your trouble. We grow a potent pack of dark herbs. Send a raven when you need more. I will always fulfill that obligation.” She took her herbs and took her leave. The bargain was struck and these herbs would help her protect her people

Lord Alpha Theron roars from the steps above, shoving through the gathered crowd. His own cloak flares about behind him as Beta Garren and guards march on either sides beside him with their weapons all drawn out of their sheaths. “There is no trick,” the High Priestess says, not being intimidated at all by the Lord Alpha's anger. “The Goddess’s light does not lie.” “She’s a no name,” Beta Garren snaps. "Born of a washmaid and a drunk who left before her third birthday. She has no claim to anything, much less them.”

"Within this boundary, your bloodline does not dictate your identity." I let my head fall back against the stone ledge, surrendering to the absolute absurdity of the game, my dark hair spilling over my shoulders as I track the constellations above to select a clean persona. "I am High Priestess Mary Alexander," I declare finally, a genuine smile breaking across my face as the concept takes root. "I belong to an ascetic lunar order. I spend my winters preparing consecrated silver-leaf wafers and trading them across the isolated borders of the European packs to secure resources for the orphaned cubs under my protection."

“Tonight, you are to shift into your true nature. The greatest treasure bestowed upon us by our Goddess!” The priestesses throw their hands towards the heavens and begin to chant. I do not understand the words they say, perhaps it’s the echo or maybe another tongue unknown to me. I feel Theia surge forward. Her aura unfurled around me. “Spirits of the four corners, hear my call!” I hear Asteria call within my mind. “Ceres focus on my voice. Do not utter a single word!” The sounds of the priestesses become a hum, my focus on the words inside my own mind, rather than the noise I cannot understand outside of it. The words all consonants and long vowels coupled at random.