Iscariot InstituteXIII
05-08-2005, 05:03
The speakers blared in the holy city as Archbishop Maxwell stepped forward, bowing lightly as applause echoed about him. He smiled softly, letting his blonde hair, caught in ponytail, curl about his neck, as he bowed again; before letting his feet carry him to the microphone. He was young, attractive and yet an archbishop; and leader of Iscariot...
"Greetings, people of our beloved and pure city; people of this world, who even now hear my voice. I am Enrico Maxwell, Archbishop Maxwell" A smile played across his lips, as he chuckled softly. "I am section head of Iscariot; the Order of the Zealot Judas. It is our holy duty, to oppose heresy and diablerie in our fair nation; and to stop it from tainting the domain of almighty God." He blessed himself, even as the thick Italian accented words tumbled forth.
"We stand, this day, at a turning point. We will no longer sit idle, as the word of God is forgotten, we shall not sit while the words of Holy Scripture languish in forgotten tomes; we shall bring it forth, and with it, smite all who oppose divine will. The dead that walk shall be silenced, their souls restored to his Side; their bodies burnt away. Those who defy the will of the Section; shall know the wrath of our Armed Priest Brigades; who even now stand ready to face the seven million, four hundred, five thousand, nine hundred and twenty six demons of hell. God bless you, IN NOMINE PATRIS ET FILII ET SPIRITUS SANCTI. AMEN"
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Alexander Anderson whirled about as the ghoul approached, driving the holy blades into its impure flesh with barely contained glee; the maddened Scotsman cackling as he pinned one to a wall, driving the divine weapon through the unholy beast; and leaving it, twitching against the plaster.
"Whit dae a' see afore me? The walkin' deid; the undeid fromin' up, an army." His grin widened. "Afair ye have a chance tae pray....ye'll perish like dogs..."
"Greetings, people of our beloved and pure city; people of this world, who even now hear my voice. I am Enrico Maxwell, Archbishop Maxwell" A smile played across his lips, as he chuckled softly. "I am section head of Iscariot; the Order of the Zealot Judas. It is our holy duty, to oppose heresy and diablerie in our fair nation; and to stop it from tainting the domain of almighty God." He blessed himself, even as the thick Italian accented words tumbled forth.
"We stand, this day, at a turning point. We will no longer sit idle, as the word of God is forgotten, we shall not sit while the words of Holy Scripture languish in forgotten tomes; we shall bring it forth, and with it, smite all who oppose divine will. The dead that walk shall be silenced, their souls restored to his Side; their bodies burnt away. Those who defy the will of the Section; shall know the wrath of our Armed Priest Brigades; who even now stand ready to face the seven million, four hundred, five thousand, nine hundred and twenty six demons of hell. God bless you, IN NOMINE PATRIS ET FILII ET SPIRITUS SANCTI. AMEN"
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Alexander Anderson whirled about as the ghoul approached, driving the holy blades into its impure flesh with barely contained glee; the maddened Scotsman cackling as he pinned one to a wall, driving the divine weapon through the unholy beast; and leaving it, twitching against the plaster.
"Whit dae a' see afore me? The walkin' deid; the undeid fromin' up, an army." His grin widened. "Afair ye have a chance tae pray....ye'll perish like dogs..."