A Prayer

Omnos!

Are we all not but passengers on a slab of stone? Are we not careening through this world at terrifying speed, with only the solid foundation of your grace protecting us from oblivion? Do you not guide us safety, and lead us to our destiny?

You have delivered your champions into a nest of evil and wickedness ---- we will exterminate the hornets. My faith is my shield - I will not be stung. I am buoyed, not burdened, by the responsibilities you place on my shoulders - they lift me up instead of weighing me down.

I will go wherever you take me. I commit myself to your service. Let our enemies see you in our shadows, great Omnos, and quake at the sight. May they find themselves cowed in your presence, blinded by your glory, and may they despair when they oppose your will.

Song of Percival

Riding in the Gnomish cleric's backpack,
Weighs as many ounces as a nut sack,
He is Frumious' guide
for Omnos' wild ride
Hanging out with the Knights of Mist Valley

Little Angel Man -
Little Angel Man -
they've given you a body, and taken away your ball.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMHrl6IyHcs

Redcap Description

A figure stepped out of the shadows of the dark woods. It was small and twisted of stature with simian arms that hung low, clutching a black pitted cleaver.  Thin lips pulled back from vicious needle teeth in a face of bloodless pale skin did little to distract from dark eyes filled with madness. On its head was a small tight cap of a deep brownish red color, and running from under that cap in rivulets down its forehead were tiny beads of blood. It never blinked, never ceased to smile, and at all times had an air of a coil spring just waiting to strike.