Frangiclave

Recipe: work.priest.third

Label: Conduct a Service

Start Description: The congregation whispers as it waits, and the echoes are like wings in a high place, like tree-branches in the wind. The deacon and the sacristan watch me as I take my place. There is something in their eyes I didn't quite expect. Is it... pride?

Description: My heart is the crossroads of my blood. My tongue is a sharpened flame. I see shapes in the stained glass that are not always there. A grey mare; a sundered tree; a twinned serpent. When I've finished, the congregation is on their feet, stamping and hooting, and their eyes, their mouths, are doors. The sacristan takes my hand in his withered own, before the whole church. There are tears in his eyes. 'We've waited so long', he whispers.

Action: work

Requirements: 1111

Table Requirements: None

Extant Requirements: None

Effects: 1-1

Aspects: None

Mutation Effects: None

Alternative Recipes:

Linked Recipes: Nothing

From Recipes: Nothing

Slots: None

Warmup: 60

Maximum Executions: 1

Deck Effect: None

Internal Deck: None

Ending Flag: None

Signal Ending Flavour: None

Portal Effect: none

Craftable? Yes

Hint Only? No

Signal Important Loop? No

Comments: None