[Requiem/Ava] Matters of Faith
Dearest Coven,
I regret to inform you that our covenmate Sunda, of the Rakshasa Clan, has met Final Death. He was a demon, a brother, and (to me) a dear friend. There are those that will have a varied opinions of Sunda, and most of them were true. In his requiem he managed to be a perfect contradiction of qualities. I will remember him as a student of tribulation, as a man of steadfast loyalty, and a creature of unwavering faith.
It is my custom, when those I have cared for have passed away, to as the the Loa watch over the passage of his soul. But Sunda would never want such a blessing. So instead I will say:
A great warrior of the Rakshasa clan has fallen tonight,
...so falls another piece of the universe...
In Faith,
Evangeline Miniya DeGuise
Heirophant of New York City
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[Start With a chant - and then bring the group to silence.]
Sermon:
"Today is Thursday.
Thor's Day.
Male: Our Scandanavian god of Thunder and Lightning. Our God of Strength.
What the Slavs call Pyerun, what the Roman's called Jove. When our Nights are short and our days are long we call upon the Spirit of strength. The Spirit of Thor! We as acolytes know well and remember the lessons of the past, we know that Thor held sway over England, in the Nordic Lands, and as far south as the German Black Forest. Even when the Christians called us wicked. Even when they forced our brothers to renounce Thunauer, Woden and Saxnot: "And all those Demons who are their companions."
Female: We walked with those demon companions, we walked with the Swans, the Ravens and Crows. THe Valkries fond of eating her true love's flesh. And how he laid back as a willing sacrafice to her relentless hunger, a supplicant to the state of paradise that could only be found in her arms.
We will always be persecuted. As the Sun chases away night, we will always be hunted. But now, more than ever, is the time to realize our strength! Our Defiance of the Sun and its simmering sky. To Stand as Radbod, King of the Frisians, and ruse to abandon our family, our covenant, our Faith.
"If Vallhalla is a Christains hell, Then Where are my Ancestors? Dastardly Priest, How dare you say my ancestors have gone to their Hell? I would rather - Yes, by their God the Great Woden, I swear -- I would ten thousand times rather join those Heroes in their hell, Than you in your heaven of priests:
[At this point ask the Heroes to stand and make a pledge.
When the Hero Is done Reply, "I will Join you..."]
Close With the Chant.
I regret to inform you that our covenmate Sunda, of the Rakshasa Clan, has met Final Death. He was a demon, a brother, and (to me) a dear friend. There are those that will have a varied opinions of Sunda, and most of them were true. In his requiem he managed to be a perfect contradiction of qualities. I will remember him as a student of tribulation, as a man of steadfast loyalty, and a creature of unwavering faith.
It is my custom, when those I have cared for have passed away, to as the the Loa watch over the passage of his soul. But Sunda would never want such a blessing. So instead I will say:
A great warrior of the Rakshasa clan has fallen tonight,
...so falls another piece of the universe...
In Faith,
Evangeline Miniya DeGuise
Heirophant of New York City
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[Start With a chant - and then bring the group to silence.]
Sermon:
"Today is Thursday.
Thor's Day.
Male: Our Scandanavian god of Thunder and Lightning. Our God of Strength.
What the Slavs call Pyerun, what the Roman's called Jove. When our Nights are short and our days are long we call upon the Spirit of strength. The Spirit of Thor! We as acolytes know well and remember the lessons of the past, we know that Thor held sway over England, in the Nordic Lands, and as far south as the German Black Forest. Even when the Christians called us wicked. Even when they forced our brothers to renounce Thunauer, Woden and Saxnot: "And all those Demons who are their companions."
Female: We walked with those demon companions, we walked with the Swans, the Ravens and Crows. THe Valkries fond of eating her true love's flesh. And how he laid back as a willing sacrafice to her relentless hunger, a supplicant to the state of paradise that could only be found in her arms.
We will always be persecuted. As the Sun chases away night, we will always be hunted. But now, more than ever, is the time to realize our strength! Our Defiance of the Sun and its simmering sky. To Stand as Radbod, King of the Frisians, and ruse to abandon our family, our covenant, our Faith.
"If Vallhalla is a Christains hell, Then Where are my Ancestors? Dastardly Priest, How dare you say my ancestors have gone to their Hell? I would rather - Yes, by their God the Great Woden, I swear -- I would ten thousand times rather join those Heroes in their hell, Than you in your heaven of priests:
[At this point ask the Heroes to stand and make a pledge.
When the Hero Is done Reply, "I will Join you..."]
Close With the Chant.