Priest Robert has found his salvation in the Church and now blesses old pagan shrines into the light of the true faith. Until one day, an innocent is chased by a beast into an abandoned temple, and all of his prayers and symbols fail. All except the icon of a heathen god he ought to think a wicked demon and a little rhyme his mother uttered while tucking him to bed. -- Anon Guest
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want... Robert crossed himself as he entered the heathen temple. Graven images everywhere. Well. The wrong kind of graven images. Holy Mother Church was fine with reminders of what the Lord and Saviour, Holy Mary, Mother of God, or the assembled Saints and Angels looked like.
Spreading the holy word and saving the souls of these heathens was a tough job, but someone had to do it. Saving them from Hell was Robert's purpose. His mission from the Allmighty.
In order to stay alive to complete his mission, he had to visit every temple and at least explain the benefits of Catholicism, and convince the local heathen leader to allow a reminder of the Lord and Savior or Mother Mary or both.
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