Predkin
12-05-2007, 06:14
...and as you drink in the blood, feel the rage flow through you. Know your birthright as a son of the Teeth Mother, and fight for her glory.
Blood Priest Nul'ar dipped two fingers into the sanguine liquid in his stone cup, and smeared them on the forehead of the soldier in front of him, painting the form of a circle with a lone dot in the center. He then pressed the cup to the soldier's lips, and the man drank deeply.
Know your place as a soldier of the Teeth Mother, and let this warm, fresh blood flow through your veins and awaken the fury inside you. Savor its taste, and let the Eye of Blood on your forehead awake and see all your enemy's weaknesses. You are the Veng'anu, the fighting spirit of all of Predkin. Serve the Teeth Mother well.
ARISE.
The man rose to his feet and breathed in the dry summer air, holding it in him, and exhaling full force. His eyes burned with desire for battle, a desire that would soon be sated.
"Are you getting this?" the Blood Priest whispered as an aside to the camera crew, in an entirely different voice.
"Oh yeah, definitely. Keep going."
With a nod, Nul'ar continued.
Your opponent today will be this war criminal we have captured from the southern wastes. Know that we have fed and nourished him, and kept him properly exercised. All our war criminals are used as training for our troops, as you know, and what good is a malnourished opponent that cannot fight?
Guards clothed in full-body kevlar and ceramic combat armor escorted the lone war criminal, looking every bit as healthy as the priest had described, into the presence of the invigorated soldier. Oversized Gatling guns at his back, the guards seemed to be more of an emotionless wall than actual people.
This will be a fight to the death. You will both have no armor, and both have the same weapons. As another show of fairness, I will present both weapons, and let the traitor choose his blade first.
As the priest said, two swords were brought before the audience, shown to the camera, and placed at the feet of the traitor. With a darting glance at his opponent, the convicted man picked up a sword, tested its weight distribution and found it to his liking, and withdrew. He swallowed hard. Though he was not malnourished and was every bit this man's equal, he felt a lump rising in his throat. He knew he would die this day.
The soldier picked up the remaining blade, not bothering to test it, swinging it once and roaring at his opponent with a vigor that made the dead man standing's blood curdle.
You may begin.
Blood-crazed, the soldier lunged at the condemned, screaming and swinging his sword high. Seeing his move, the prisoner exhaled coolly and collected his wits. He would raise his sword to a parry position before the soldier struck, then counterattack and live to fight another day.
CHLANG.
The soldier landed, after jumping through the air and bringing his sword down on his opponent. The prisoner had parried, as he had planned, but was overpowered. The soldier sliced cleanly through his opponent's sword, and through the better part of his torso.
Both swords and men were equal... but this man had the Teeth Mother's blessing. The fight was won before it began.
Turning to the camera, Nul'ar spread his arms and said, simply:
Nations of the world! For your consideration.
OOC: The previous was a video distributed to those who would be interested, as a marketing campaign of sorts for Predic, the religion of Predkin and the Teeth Mother. As you can see, this is directed to the more militaristic nations among us all, and would be recommended as an addition to whatever religions the military currently supports, with a Blood Priest chaplain in addition to whatever others you'd have on site.
Again, although Predkin enjoys fighting with medieval weaponry, it is a very modern tech nation, as evidenced by the Gatling guns (figured I had to add something to support its modernism :p ). This religion is open to modern tech and future tech nations, and will serve as a sort of bond between our nations.
Other OOC details about Predic, as well as IC tours of Predkin's temples, can be set up per request. :)
Blood Priest Nul'ar dipped two fingers into the sanguine liquid in his stone cup, and smeared them on the forehead of the soldier in front of him, painting the form of a circle with a lone dot in the center. He then pressed the cup to the soldier's lips, and the man drank deeply.
Know your place as a soldier of the Teeth Mother, and let this warm, fresh blood flow through your veins and awaken the fury inside you. Savor its taste, and let the Eye of Blood on your forehead awake and see all your enemy's weaknesses. You are the Veng'anu, the fighting spirit of all of Predkin. Serve the Teeth Mother well.
ARISE.
The man rose to his feet and breathed in the dry summer air, holding it in him, and exhaling full force. His eyes burned with desire for battle, a desire that would soon be sated.
"Are you getting this?" the Blood Priest whispered as an aside to the camera crew, in an entirely different voice.
"Oh yeah, definitely. Keep going."
With a nod, Nul'ar continued.
Your opponent today will be this war criminal we have captured from the southern wastes. Know that we have fed and nourished him, and kept him properly exercised. All our war criminals are used as training for our troops, as you know, and what good is a malnourished opponent that cannot fight?
Guards clothed in full-body kevlar and ceramic combat armor escorted the lone war criminal, looking every bit as healthy as the priest had described, into the presence of the invigorated soldier. Oversized Gatling guns at his back, the guards seemed to be more of an emotionless wall than actual people.
This will be a fight to the death. You will both have no armor, and both have the same weapons. As another show of fairness, I will present both weapons, and let the traitor choose his blade first.
As the priest said, two swords were brought before the audience, shown to the camera, and placed at the feet of the traitor. With a darting glance at his opponent, the convicted man picked up a sword, tested its weight distribution and found it to his liking, and withdrew. He swallowed hard. Though he was not malnourished and was every bit this man's equal, he felt a lump rising in his throat. He knew he would die this day.
The soldier picked up the remaining blade, not bothering to test it, swinging it once and roaring at his opponent with a vigor that made the dead man standing's blood curdle.
You may begin.
Blood-crazed, the soldier lunged at the condemned, screaming and swinging his sword high. Seeing his move, the prisoner exhaled coolly and collected his wits. He would raise his sword to a parry position before the soldier struck, then counterattack and live to fight another day.
CHLANG.
The soldier landed, after jumping through the air and bringing his sword down on his opponent. The prisoner had parried, as he had planned, but was overpowered. The soldier sliced cleanly through his opponent's sword, and through the better part of his torso.
Both swords and men were equal... but this man had the Teeth Mother's blessing. The fight was won before it began.
Turning to the camera, Nul'ar spread his arms and said, simply:
Nations of the world! For your consideration.
OOC: The previous was a video distributed to those who would be interested, as a marketing campaign of sorts for Predic, the religion of Predkin and the Teeth Mother. As you can see, this is directed to the more militaristic nations among us all, and would be recommended as an addition to whatever religions the military currently supports, with a Blood Priest chaplain in addition to whatever others you'd have on site.
Again, although Predkin enjoys fighting with medieval weaponry, it is a very modern tech nation, as evidenced by the Gatling guns (figured I had to add something to support its modernism :p ). This religion is open to modern tech and future tech nations, and will serve as a sort of bond between our nations.
Other OOC details about Predic, as well as IC tours of Predkin's temples, can be set up per request. :)