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Description
Commission for Chev, a friend and patron of mine. A non-canonical addition to the Merrymog index and world.

Lore:
"Anyone can read the Book, but only a few can understand it. It is the sacred responsibility of the Rhetors to guide the lost souls of the celestial plane, and with it comes the divine right to rule over the less pious - or so they claim. In reality, they're a bunch of sanctimonious busy-bodies, more concerned with the pursuit of taller hats than with any kind of justice or enlightenment.
The taller the hat, the more important the Rhetor, and the more other Rhetors will grovel and flatter its wearer. The principle way of getting a taller hat is to win theological turf-wars with other Rhetors, calling them out for their "inconsistencies." In theory, they rule an entire plane, but most of their "subjects" couldn't be bothered with them.
Of course, the Rhetors are only funny until they aren't. Whether it's because of their devotion to the Book or because of something innate to them, the Rhetors are all powerful sorcerers, and they don't tolerate any insolence. They'll plot and scheme and accuse each other with glee, right until the moment that something threatens them from the outside - and they close ranks in an instant, their rivalries forgotten.
Despite his finery, this Rhetor is relatively lowly. This picture finds him at a busy thoroughfare between the planes, trying to give a sermon to anyone who would listen. He has just noticed that hecklers are calling him names, but he's trying his best to ignore them."

Description
Commission for Chev, a friend and patron of mine. A non-canonical addition to the Merrymog index and world.

Lore:
"Anyone can read the Book, but only a few can understand it. It is the sacred responsibility of the Rhetors to guide the lost souls of the celestial plane, and with it comes the divine right to rule over the less pious - or so they claim. In reality, they're a bunch of sanctimonious busy-bodies, more concerned with the pursuit of taller hats than with any kind of justice or enlightenment.
The taller the hat, the more important the Rhetor, and the more other Rhetors will grovel and flatter its wearer. The principle way of getting a taller hat is to win theological turf-wars with other Rhetors, calling them out for their "inconsistencies." In theory, they rule an entire plane, but most of their "subjects" couldn't be bothered with them.
Of course, the Rhetors are only funny until they aren't. Whether it's because of their devotion to the Book or because of something innate to them, the Rhetors are all powerful sorcerers, and they don't tolerate any insolence. They'll plot and scheme and accuse each other with glee, right until the moment that something threatens them from the outside - and they close ranks in an instant, their rivalries forgotten.
Despite his finery, this Rhetor is relatively lowly. This picture finds him at a busy thoroughfare between the planes, trying to give a sermon to anyone who would listen. He has just noticed that hecklers are calling him names, but he's trying his best to ignore them."