A new face preaches to what masses will hear.
Apr 19, 2015 18:58:38 GMT
Post by Shadeaux on Apr 19, 2015 18:58:38 GMT
A young man stands onto a crate smirking as he parts his hands. He then licks his lips seeming excited and eager. This Priest name, Luden Echo. The holy symbol of Andarta laying on his chest. His armor white with flames sketched into them
The young man calls out, "Listen people of the city, we've all been through trials and we have faced oppression!" He smiled.
Who amung us hasnt had something taken form us, dirt cast into our eyes as we fight to stand from the ground!?" He shook his head. "None of us can say this and be honest! I tell you, there is someone who can give us the strength, someone who can give us the power we need! The confidence could be yours my friends! I stand before you strong as an ox, covered in armor strong enough to bounce common archer's arrows off of my body!
"I'm talking about the Maiden of Iron, The hunger giving Goddess, Andarta. I see the look in your eyes...they say, "This man is another blade toting fool for the warlords." He chuckled. "But you would be wrong my good people, I am a defender of the innocent. And Andarta's fuels my strength and lights a fire within me to do so! Just the other night I went along with some companions to do a job for the Sigil's. We were met by angry bandit's who were only out for blood. Did I fear? I should have! Because this body is mortal flesh! But no Brothers and Sisters!, I had no fear! Bravery given to me fro mthe most high, The Iron Maiden made my heart just as she, as tough as iron itself! I did not back down, me and the companions I mentioned defeated them as if they were children!" He shouted. "And you to can have this boldness, you can have confidence, you can have the strength to take what you deserve, to protect those you hold dear! Come up and offer a prayer to Andarta, I will guide you in this prayer and together...WE WILL BE STRONG!" He held up his hands praising his goddess and inviting those to join him in a prayer of power, strength, and honor. He would let a small smirk cross his lips.
The young man calls out, "Listen people of the city, we've all been through trials and we have faced oppression!" He smiled.
Who amung us hasnt had something taken form us, dirt cast into our eyes as we fight to stand from the ground!?" He shook his head. "None of us can say this and be honest! I tell you, there is someone who can give us the strength, someone who can give us the power we need! The confidence could be yours my friends! I stand before you strong as an ox, covered in armor strong enough to bounce common archer's arrows off of my body!
"I'm talking about the Maiden of Iron, The hunger giving Goddess, Andarta. I see the look in your eyes...they say, "This man is another blade toting fool for the warlords." He chuckled. "But you would be wrong my good people, I am a defender of the innocent. And Andarta's fuels my strength and lights a fire within me to do so! Just the other night I went along with some companions to do a job for the Sigil's. We were met by angry bandit's who were only out for blood. Did I fear? I should have! Because this body is mortal flesh! But no Brothers and Sisters!, I had no fear! Bravery given to me fro mthe most high, The Iron Maiden made my heart just as she, as tough as iron itself! I did not back down, me and the companions I mentioned defeated them as if they were children!" He shouted. "And you to can have this boldness, you can have confidence, you can have the strength to take what you deserve, to protect those you hold dear! Come up and offer a prayer to Andarta, I will guide you in this prayer and together...WE WILL BE STRONG!" He held up his hands praising his goddess and inviting those to join him in a prayer of power, strength, and honor. He would let a small smirk cross his lips.