Hey Hey, We’re The Monks
We saw something our last day in Rome that shut me right up. We went to something called the Cappuchine Crypt, where an order of monks made sculptures out of the bodies of brothers that had been returned to them. Each of five or six small rooms had their floors spread with earth from Jerusalem, and over this they combines different bones into patterns, flowers and other designs. An effigy of death itself held hourglass also made out of bones, for example - and a scythe made out of shoulder blades.
Between Venice and Rome, I’ve seen about nine different varieties of Monks, Priests, and Nuns. What do these differences represent, I wonder - is it for intramural sports?
At the vey least, I’d imagine that each type has different skills and bonus feats.