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Count Ortega Hazat

The screen behind the Father fades, to be replaced by a portrait of a noble, hair and beard coiffeured elegantly, eyes showing a hint of the inherent superiority that Alexis detested and yet seemed inbreed into almost every noble he'd ever met.

Alexis Bartelow De Mountfort, 4964.360.44

Father Damascus

Before the largest screen stood the fatherly figure of Father Damascus, his face, though set in a grave mask, held the hint of the smile that Alexis often remembered gracing it during weapon practice to signify a manoeuvre well executed or a tactic grasped soundly.

Alexis Bartelow De Mountfort, 4964.360.44

The one familiar and reassuring face in the room was the second Brother Battle. Father Damascus, away from the De Molay monastery for the first time in over a decade. He offered Jericho a warm smile, in that simple gesture letting him know that whatever they had called him here for it wasn’t an auto-da-fe.

Jericho, 4998.340.65

Father Mathias

No furniture was in the room, and the only occupant was an old Eskatonic priest. The old man smiled slightly, without humour, and sketched a blessing in the air towards Jericho “I am Father Mathias.” He glanced at the novice. “That will be all, Kalim. You are excused.”

Jericho, 4998.340.65