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To accept the responsibilities of the priest, one must be willing to give themselves fully to the cause of balance. The tightening grasp of Eronsilius' mask as it conforms and melds to one's flesh is but the first challenge to pass when giving themselves to this noble deed. The feathers that replace one's hair are the neck, for they prickle forth from beneath one's skin, as their purest and impurest powers are sanctioned by him from the soul... Then, of course, is the breaking of one's muscles as their bodies become bulkened, shredding the shirt of one's chest as they become jacked and laden with supernatural strength. To be a priest is an honor, and one not to be taken lightly, for with the power of a god comes the responsibility of one.

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