Hallad
10-02-2005, 21:01
High Priest Lucifer Imperatis stood on the balcony of the Holy Temple. Before him were hundreds of loyal followers bowing. Priests were preaching to mass of Monthillites. An Upper Priest stood to the side of Lucifer, giving the official noon sermon.
"...And for the glorious Light Bringer, who was born to only better the people of Monthill with his divine knowledge. To him we today offer sacrafice of ten goats!"
"Hail to the Light Bringer!" The crowd said in unison.
Lucifer was bored of the prayer. He was a twenty-five year old who had been selected as the High Priest and Divine ruler of Monthill. So long as they followed him, he would use them to his advantage. His word was law in this Theorcratic society, and these people would not disobey their God.
"...So, freinds, let us not fall unto temptation! We must not side ourselves with the Heretical scum out the outlands! We must purge or convert the Heathens! But to do this, we must have a force which to fight with!"
The Upper Priest bowed and walk backward. Imperatis took a step to railing.
"Comrades, I have spoken with our Lord. Joab, the Glorius Lord of Monthill and God to all which walk or fly, has told me to ask something off you. To convert such vile heathens, we must have men who are willing to die for the cause of our all-mighty Lord!"
"I would die for Joab!" One man yelled and stepped forward.
"As would I!" Another said, and he stepped foward.
All of the men there said this. If they did not, they would have been killed. With a fair trial first, of course. The news would be relayed throughout Monthill. Soon those seen fit would begin their training. Only three per cent of the men would be allowed into the Holy Guard, these men were the fittest and most apt to fighting. The others would get the bad news, they would not die in combat for Joab. But, they would be told Joab had another purpose for them, and that it might even be beyond that of dying in his service.
OOC: More to come, soon.
"...And for the glorious Light Bringer, who was born to only better the people of Monthill with his divine knowledge. To him we today offer sacrafice of ten goats!"
"Hail to the Light Bringer!" The crowd said in unison.
Lucifer was bored of the prayer. He was a twenty-five year old who had been selected as the High Priest and Divine ruler of Monthill. So long as they followed him, he would use them to his advantage. His word was law in this Theorcratic society, and these people would not disobey their God.
"...So, freinds, let us not fall unto temptation! We must not side ourselves with the Heretical scum out the outlands! We must purge or convert the Heathens! But to do this, we must have a force which to fight with!"
The Upper Priest bowed and walk backward. Imperatis took a step to railing.
"Comrades, I have spoken with our Lord. Joab, the Glorius Lord of Monthill and God to all which walk or fly, has told me to ask something off you. To convert such vile heathens, we must have men who are willing to die for the cause of our all-mighty Lord!"
"I would die for Joab!" One man yelled and stepped forward.
"As would I!" Another said, and he stepped foward.
All of the men there said this. If they did not, they would have been killed. With a fair trial first, of course. The news would be relayed throughout Monthill. Soon those seen fit would begin their training. Only three per cent of the men would be allowed into the Holy Guard, these men were the fittest and most apt to fighting. The others would get the bad news, they would not die in combat for Joab. But, they would be told Joab had another purpose for them, and that it might even be beyond that of dying in his service.
OOC: More to come, soon.