Rite of the Departed | Hunters Hunted

Tameh
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Rite of the Departed Nov 29, 2012 12:47:37 GMT -6

Post by Tameh on Nov 29, 2012 12:47:37 GMT -6

(OOC Note: This Rite takes place the first night out of the full moon phase. This thread was placed here in case anyone wished to do a little song and dance for the Rite, giving everyone a chance to participate. This ritual begins shortly after the sun sets, and it begins to get dark.)

A large clean white cloth has been placed in a clearing between the center of the Caern and the cabins. Around the cloth are small bowls of charcoal buring Frankincense. Between each small bowl are small myrrh annointed white candles, creating a circle around the cloth.

Nailah circles, dressed only in a thin white linen slip of a gown, eyes kholed black, lips the same color. Her features look gaunt as she takes on the appearance of the dead, her light grey eyes even more striking and predatory in nature. Focused and unfocused as the gauntlet seems just a bit more thin in the area she circles.

Humming to herself, she carefully lights each candle and creates the circle around the untouched cloth, weighted down by scattered animal bones and crushed herbs. When she is satisfied the veil has grown thin. She kneels before the circle. Turning her head up and lifting her arms out at her sides, reciting the words upwards towards the clear sky.

"Time has passed, the Wheel has turned.
It is time for you Ryan Nordmark, kin and son of Fenrir to move on.
Have no fear of death, for beyond death there is Valhalla.

Valhalla, where Fenris waits for you,
calling to his Get and sharpening the weapons that will win final conflict.
For each of you that falls, Ragnarok comes one moment closer.

Do not fear Ragnarok. Instead, prepare for it.
Know that Ragnarok is your destiny and the final time when Jormangundr will fall before our might.

You will walk hand in hand with the Lord and Lady
and with your ancestors who came before you.

Great Mother, welcome Ryan
back into your womb.

And Great Fenris welcome him back
into your divine instruction.

Let him come to you and
know that he has been blessed
by your gracious gift of Life.

Let him come into your Divine Love,
and let him know
that he has left behind a life of legacy,
that he shall be remembered and loved.

As he enters Valhalla,
wrap him in your loving arms,
and welcome him back home.

Let him speak to the Ancient Ones
to learn the greater mysteries
that lie beyond the veil.

Give him the strength to take these final steps,
and allow him to do so with peace and dignity.

Those of us left behind
shall indeed mourn him death,
but we shall also know
that his Soul and Spirit
is coming back
to Great Mother and Great Father,
and that he shall be made whole again.

We shall cry, but we shall also laugh,
for we shall celebrate the Life
that had been given to Ryan

And let him also know
that as we now merry part,
that we shall also merry meet again.

And we now, with these candles
respect the flame of Ryan's life,
and though these candle flames shall die out,
we know that Ryan shall live on,
and his flame shall never cease to burn,
and we also know that he shall be reborn anew.

Take him by the hand and
guide him back into your heart,
for this is what is right and just.

Let him walk unerringly
down the path that leads to Valhalla.

This is our will and so mote it be.
Amen and Amen."

Nailah will remain kneeling by the circle for the entirety of the evening, if anyone else presents themselves to give the dead their due she will not acknowledge or respond to them.

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Rite of the Departed Nov 29, 2012 15:21:27 GMT -6

Post by Nick on Nov 29, 2012 15:21:27 GMT -6

Gavreth approaches the heart of the Caern, carrying with him his black ESP Les Paul fetish guitar slung over one shoulder by a black leather strap. He is dressed more somber than most occasions, wearing a dark black cloak with a fur lining around the neck of greys and blacks. Underneath he is wearing simple black clothing, no metal bands or anything of that nature. His long blonde hair is pulled back in a loose ponytail at the nape of his neck, which is tied by an emerald green leather hair strap. Looking very much like the traditional Eastern European somber Shadow Lord.

He gives a once nod to Nailah, even if she does not respond, and begins his song for the fallen Fenris. Guitar wailing and crunching with true emotion, and his voice taking on the deep, gravely tonality of his words.

[ www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gUKNbyx2GU ]

"Raise your swords up high,
See the black birds fly,
let them hear your rage,
show no fear, attack!

Charge your horses across the fields,
Together we ride into destiny!
Have no fear of death when it's our time,
Oden will bring us home when we die!

The ground trembles under us,
As we make our thunder charge,
The pounding hooves spread,
Panic and fear into their hearts!

Our helmets shine in the sun,
As we near their wall of shields,
Some of them turn and run,
When they hear our frantic screams!

Throw your swords to strike,
Hear the black birds cry,
Let them feel your hate,
Show no fear...

Attack!
Attack!
Attack!

Charge your horses across the fields,
Together we ride into destiny!
Have no fear of death when it's our time,
Oden will bring us home when we die!

The enemies are in disarray ride them down as they run,
Send them to their violent graves, don't spare anyone!
Dead and wounded lie all around see the pain in their eyes,
Over the field an eerie sound, as we hear the raven's cry."

After he finishes, he steps forward to the cloth, and produces a bottle of whiskey and an expensive looking cigar. He lights the cigar, taking a large puff and allows the serpentine smoke to coil around his form, before lying it down to smoulder, and beside it, the bottle of whiskey in tribute to the fallen. And then takes his leave.

You, your race, invented murder. Invented killing for sport, greed, envy. It's man's one true art form.

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Rite of the Departed Nov 29, 2012 17:31:42 GMT -6

Post by Jay Karth on Nov 29, 2012 17:31:42 GMT -6

Jay approaches the Ceremony with a grave look upon his face. He looks at the white cloth and after watching Gavreth and Naialh each perform their own rituals for the departed, he approaches. In one hand he carries an M-16A2 Rifle, it looks like it is the same as the one Ryan brought with him when he came to the Caern. In the other hand he carries a pair of military combat boots.

When he reaches the white cloth he places the boots on the ground near the bottle of whiskey, affixes a bayonet to the end of the M-16 and drives it into the ground between the boots, making a Soldier's grave marker. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a velvet box. He opens it and places it upon the white cloth to reveal that some how he has gotten a Purple Heart medal for the departed. He opens his hand and lets fall Ryan's dog tags that were recovered so they chain drops around the medal left for him. Without another word or change of expression, Jay leaves the scene of the ritual in to the woods.

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Rite of the Departed Dec 1, 2012 18:12:28 GMT -6

Post by kerwyn on Dec 1, 2012 18:12:28 GMT -6

Tate taking on his homid form, and dressed in garbs cut from deer flesh. A tied piece of flesh at each ankle, each wrist, and around his waist. Blood painted mask over his face, in delicate lines. In his right hand, he caries a ritualistic flute.

Flute: www.oregonflutestore.com/home/of1/image_detailpage.html?myid=214

With glossy eyes, misting, and a tear forming as he mourns the fallen. Taking his place near the white sheet, his eyes in a trance-like state, he begins to play.

Souix Warrior's Mourning.
youtu.be/kPFfzIkRtpc