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| | | title = Covenant of Kaitankro | ||
| aliases = The Covenant of | | aliases = The Covenant of Chitin Crow<br />The Covenant of Kite and Crow | ||
| | | area_of_operation = Sangfielle | ||
| | | affiliations = [[Kaitankro]] | ||
| debut = [[Sangfielle 14: The Candle Factory Pt. 1]] | | debut = [[Sangfielle 14: The Candle Factory Pt. 1]] | ||
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}} | <blockquote>This page is about the religious group. For the deity, see [[Kaitankro]].</blockquote> | ||
'''The Covenant of Kite and Crow''' (aka. '''Chitin Crow''' aka. '''Kaitankro''') is one of the major religions of Sangfielle. The main icon of the religion is kites. | '''The Covenant of Kite and Crow''' (aka. '''Chitin Crow''' aka. '''Kaitankro''') is one of the major religions of Sangfielle. The main icon of the religion is kites. | ||
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| quote = You’ve seen them, haven’t you? The unsettlingly gregarious priests with the strange, chitinous crow masks? Of course you have, with their stilt-legs and their stilt-houses and their collection of stakes and strings and, of course, the kites. I asked one once if it was a pun: Kite and Crow, chitin crow. Something like that. The priestess told me that Kaitankro was a very real god, if a funny one, and that one day, he visited her. Like every morning, she raised each of the town’s kites up to the winds in daily worship, and Kaitankro landed on the smallest one—a sight to see, she said, since her god is so large a being. And like a carnivalist, Kaitankro walked down the wire, tips of her talons, until he met the priest at the bottom. There, I was told, they whispered in the priest’s ear a single phrase: “Better to live as birds on wires than die as men in the wind.” Chaos, it seems, breeds community, too. | | quote = You’ve seen them, haven’t you? The unsettlingly gregarious priests with the strange, chitinous crow masks? Of course you have, with their stilt-legs and their stilt-houses and their collection of stakes and strings and, of course, the kites. I asked one once if it was a pun: Kite and Crow, chitin crow. Something like that. The priestess told me that Kaitankro was a very real god, if a funny one, and that one day, he visited her. Like every morning, she raised each of the town’s kites up to the winds in daily worship, and Kaitankro landed on the smallest one—a sight to see, she said, since her god is so large a being. And like a carnivalist, Kaitankro walked down the wire, tips of her talons, until he met the priest at the bottom. There, I was told, they whispered in the priest’s ear a single phrase: “Better to live as birds on wires than die as men in the wind.” Chaos, it seems, breeds community, too. | ||
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Latest revision as of 00:08, 14 October 2022
This page is about the religious group. For the deity, see Kaitankro.
The Covenant of Kite and Crow (aka. Chitin Crow aka. Kaitankro) is one of the major religions of Sangfielle. The main icon of the religion is kites.
Even among followers of the religion, there is not one agreed-upon spelling of the name, nor is there agreement about the god's appearance. Some followers debate about the truth of the matter, while some don’t have a strong opinion.
Beliefs[edit | edit source]
- It's better to be anchored to something than nothing [i.e. community is important]
- It's better to still go with the flow [i.e. still be willing to change and blow in the wind like a kite]
- May as well go with the people who are nice [i.e. build community with cool folks (e.g. Kaitankro)]
Almanac Description[edit | edit source]
You’ve seen them, haven’t you? The unsettlingly gregarious priests with the strange, chitinous crow masks? Of course you have, with their stilt-legs and their stilt-houses and their collection of stakes and strings and, of course, the kites. I asked one once if it was a pun: Kite and Crow, chitin crow. Something like that. The priestess told me that Kaitankro was a very real god, if a funny one, and that one day, he visited her. Like every morning, she raised each of the town’s kites up to the winds in daily worship, and Kaitankro landed on the smallest one—a sight to see, she said, since her god is so large a being. And like a carnivalist, Kaitankro walked down the wire, tips of her talons, until he met the priest at the bottom. There, I was told, they whispered in the priest’s ear a single phrase: “Better to live as birds on wires than die as men in the wind.” Chaos, it seems, breeds community, too.