Greywolf Family/Anguina
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Prayers for Sint (Feb 2008)
My great and unique god Hemaglobe, Destroyer of Words, Ruler over the Minions of Jobo!
Praised You be for the blessings You granted us and praised You be for the insight to give us a leader so overwhelming and perceptive that we have followed him down to hell and back into the light. Now as You call home your most honourable servant please continue to guide us and grant us a new voice so that Your will is heard.
Over the last years the faith in these lands has grown strong, and the efforts we have put into this will not vanish, nor will we. We have punished all who opposed Hemaglobe or His voice in the past and so it will be in the future. Gathered under the voice of a new Pontifex Sint will lead the way to the next area of these lands.
Hemaglobe, great Destroyer, powerful Ruler we open our minds for Your presence, may you guide us in the time of voting and debate. Please ensure that the choices we make are not the wrong ones for the sake of Hemaism and it's believers.
Elected as Pontifex of Sint (Feb 2008)
Night fell over the Sintian lands like it used to, but the feeling today was different as the next dawn wasn’t certain. The people had lost their ruler, now it was time to wait and reconsider. Many thoughts still circled around the Pontifex.. former Pontifex Bocephus and the shared history. Memories of the past, hopes and fear of the future. It was in the hands of the believers of noble blood to choose who shall emerge as the voice of Hemaglobe and so the land was silent, awaiting the future to arrive.
In this calmness some troops dismounted in the great city of Gethemene like many others did before. Most of the troops have come here for repairs in the first place, but as well for the temple that was the biggest around. The new arrived ones had a mission of their own. Inside the temple for Hemaglobe many believers had gathered, their constant prayers tearing apart the silence and the holy fires in their holdings drove off darkness. How couldn’t you believe in a god when alone the building made by men already emits an unbelievable power, so strong you get filled up with it just by standing nearby?
When the troops had made their way through the masses of worshipers to reach the front altar they found a couple of nobles deep in their prayers. An old priest, marked by his age hurried over to the new arrivals and gesticulated them to be quiet, so they quickly handed him an official paper the priest started to read over. His eyes narrowed than dilated. Fast he searched the front rows, but when he found what he was looking for, he froze in astonishment. The kneeling figure of a Lady arose from the gathered nobility. Her eyes shut her lips moving her whole body vibrating. When she stood in full height her head turned slowly, yet they eyes where closed and she gave the priest a short nod. Then she settled again and seemed to continue her prayers as if nothing happened. Only moments had passed by but the picture of the single woman standing while all others are praying had mystical touch, at least the priest thought so.
Slowly he advanced her, the troops following him cautiously, holding their armour to suppress the unwanted noises. As soon as the priest had reached the Lady her eyes flicked open, ”Thank you, the message you are holding is already known.”
She has knelt down as Countess and Banker of the realm, but when she stands up she will do so as the new Pontifex. Shivers run down her back, since hours she had the distant feeling of a voice telling her the outcome of the elections. Since hours she prayed to be prepared. She knew if the voices are right, there will be a lot to do for her. The gap she has to fill is huge, but with the fire of believe burning in her chest, nothing is impossible. Step by step he always said. First comes first…
