History

Known History: Reverend Hawthorne Lichfield was born and raised in Lichfield, England. At the age of twenty, he inherited his uncle's homestead on the outskirts of Never. When he arrived, the homestead was little more than a barren waste, but it is now an oasis teeming with life. Some would say it is the envy and dismay of the neighbors. The sudden, beautiful splendor of the land is the cause for envy, but the questionable activities of the homestead annoy the neighbors.

For over 30 years, the reverend has converted and baptized many into his flock. Holy meetings of Eternal Glory started as little more than lost souls meeting in the gardens of the Hawthorne Homestead. Then they progressed to the construction of an actual church there to preserve the members from the elements during worship. Thus, the official House of His Eternal Glory was established as a place of worship and shelter for lost souls found at a crossroads, willing to do anything to make a better life for themselves.

The neighbors are fairly certain Eternal Glory is a cult, and they are right, but no parish member would call it that. They are devout followers of the lord. Which lord remains to be seen.

Lesser-Known History: Hawthorne Lichfield has been known by many names over the years, perhaps not in this lifetime. His true name is Ehrathown. Like an inescapable rash, he has popped up over many years, always starting in Lichfield and venturing to new lands of opportunity. The oldest story he has ever told was of his conversion of St. Chad, Bishop of Mercia, who declared 'Lyccidfelth' his bishop's seat. Through many incarnations and a series of trial and error, he has learned to avoid converting major Catholics or getting into contracts with them. They know enough to do something stupid, and he detests contract breakers. It is out of sheer habit of thumbing his nose at the Catholic church that he sets up shop wherever the church can be found.

A silver-tongued devil in his own right, Hawthorne has established the house of his lord’s eternal glory as a staging ground, where one cannot say they have chosen the right path if they have never tried the sins from which they claim to abstain. Drug fueled orgies and darkest delights are encouraged to liberate the soul of temptations. All can be forgiven; repentance is written into the good book. Hawthorne loves the confession game. If he did not observe the sins in his chapel, he encouraged his parishioners to come to him with sins they had committed, experienced, or witnessed to free their souls of what binds them. Every incident is meticulously documented and forwarded to the mayor for his ledger, which is the price of doing business in Never.