The Blood Cult/Initiations/Priests

Roleplay from Aran Valsorim

Message sent to everyone in the region of Gaxano

It was a place of splendour and awe, grace and immortality. A place fit for the divine. And on top of it resided her goal, the original temple. She looked around her, slothfully, warily. People from all around the region had come to catch a glimpse of the one that should soon enough attain the right to be called a priestess, should she pass. Not caring about the eyes on her, she stripped her clothes, revealing to the public her nudity. Unashamed of her bare body, she took hold of a long metallic wire, superposed with thorn-like iron, placing it around her body, eliciting blood from her damaged skin. This supposed pain, only brought her pleasure and soon enough she was long gone in to her own world filled with her own fantasies, Luckily, a near by faithful shook her shoulder, drawing her out of her blood filled dream. She looked at him and quietly thanked him, but he was already gone, too afraid of her lunatic qualities. Without another look back, she started her journey. And it was so long and so pleasurable, her mind was filled with ecstasy as she climbed those last slippery rocks to the spring. It was raining now, and her blood had somewhat washed-out, though some remained and new wounds were opening because of the wires. She peered through her damp bangs, identifying what looked like a place of a temple, now only ruins rested in its place. Slowly, without her command, her feet took her to the sacred springs, which retained their pristine condition. Before going in, she took of the thorns, ruthlessly pulling at the wires to get them off. As she took her first steps in to the water, Aran was surprised by its warmness, the hot spring a strong contrast to the cold rain. As she vigorously scrubbed her body of all the blood and dirt, she noticed how the water seemed to absorb all the blood floating around; she thought it was only her imagination. She waited for her proclamation.

Aran Valsorim (Dame of Weghie)

Roleplay from Glenn Hyrhion

Message sent to everyone in the region of Gaxano

As Glenn had been waiting several days now, wandering around the villages of the mountainious region of Gaxano, the holy sanctuary. He kept on thinking to himself, if he could do this, if he will be able or why would he do this. He had already sacrificed a young man for the Gods in Zisswi. He still remembers as if it was yesterday, the dark night with the red glowing star pouring daimons. He finally went to his room to rest and think about this, again. A couple of hours later, he was covered in sweat, moving and twitching left and right. Suddenly, he woke up. He was breathing heavily. It was dawn, Glenn ran as fast as he could to the bottom of the sacred mountain. There were some followers of the faith already waiting for him. As Glenn removed his black cloak and brown tunic and all the rest with great resolution, he was then naked in front of the eyes of the faith. A small breeze could be felt on his skin, by which you could see many scars. Although, before putting over the thorns, we could see he had carved a perfectly shaped serpent on his back with a small dagger. Blood were slowly flowing down and dripping on the ground. "With my blood and many others to come, this pathway to the holy spring shall forever be blessed" As he raised his arms and streched his legs, the followers would entangle him with these thorns. They did not care if it would penetrate, cut, slash the skin of the pelgrim. As they were doing that, Glenn did not seem to be feeling any pain, instead we could even see that he was smiling sometimes. Finally, he was covered in thorns and blood. It was a very warm and sunny day. Then he started marching towards the location he was destined. Several unnoticable hours later, he could finally see the old ruins of the Temple or was it an illusion for he was dehydrated and he had loss a great amout of blood. The blood hasnt stopped flowing and dripping. Finally, he had reached it, he stood at the edge and he could see the whole region of Gaxano. He stood there with his hands on his waist, proud. As a small gentle wind came to carress his skin. He then stripped himself of the thorns with vigor, making his wounds even better. Then he purged himself within the holy spring, by which it suddenly adopted a red wine color. Glenn had never felt this good before, even with all those injury. He then put his hand together to gather some holy water, by which he then drinked slowly, to taste the flow of life. After bathing, as he was out of the spring, an old man came and put a robe on Glenn. Now, only the way down was left to do.

Glenn Hyrhion (Knight of Pel Mark)