Age: 300 Years
Hidden or Lost?: Hidden
History: Even among its most faithful bishops and holy men, the power of the Euchariest Church was a force to be feared. Through the hypnotizing ritual of the Deep See, the church had been able to place the knowledge of their god straight into the minds of the common people. Some called it a blessing, others saw it as forced faith, but however one felt about the church’s influence, its control over nearly every major power in the land was undeniable. And with power came a shade of hubris and pride that blinded the Eucharien Pope to the ruin festering in his ranks.
The unexpected architect of this downfall was the humble church tailor, Copus Felt. Working with a secret cabal of apostates, fundamentalists, and heretics, Felt was tasked with creating a garment that could nullify the power of the Deep See, erase the memories of faith it planted, and protect the wearer from the church’s control altogether. To this end, Felt and the cabal created a veiled mitre invested with the ‘Dead Thought,’ a psychic artifact that stripped away all falsehood and pretense. All who donned the tall cap would only see the world as it is, naked and grey. The wearer’s perception shifted to that hard, dulling lens, rendering the lies of the Deep See impotent. Unfortunately, the holy cap also had the effect of stripping away feeling and reason, earning it the title of the Idiot’s Mitre.
Even with the unfortunate side effects, Felt completed the orate adornment and set their plan into motion. The cabal stormed the holy seat, demanding that the Eucharien Pope abolish the Deep See and destroy the Faces of God that facilitated the ritual. Of course he refused, so Felt dawned the mitre as church guards and other brainwashed faithful stormed the tailor. Using the cold, sharp thoughts given him by the Idiot’s Mitre, Felt methodically broke each of them with simple words, exposing their bare failings and snapping their egos like kindling.
Feeling his senses, his loves and ambitions, drain like rain through a gutter, he knew he would soon find his mind emptied completely. With just moments to continue, Felt performed the ritual of the Deep See, gazing deep into a Face of God. The Mitre’s illusion-breaking influence spread through whatever power lay behind those stone eyes and drained it of life, dissolving the See’s power over its faithful.
With the church crippled, the people lost, and the Deep See neutered, Felt or whatever was left of him behind the Mitre’s veil, demanded to be sealed in the holy seat so that the church’s influence could never rise again. His cabal accomplices obliged, and Felt perished on that throne. Still the Idiot’s Mitre sits on Felt’s corpse, locked among the ruins of that razed holy land.
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