Post by Horas on Nov 13, 2008 14:42:20 GMT -5
There were no roads where the followers of Septon Tomas Benedict now walked, the Septon had been advised to avoid the Mander Reach and travel along the river so as not to confuse the Lords there that his group was a hostile army.
It had been almost 2 months since he had written his Seven-Hundred and Seventy-Seven note declaration to restore the Faith back to prominence in Westeros. Despite a series of weak rulers and near constant strife, the Faith had remained silent about the injustice of their Lords, turning a blind eye to Rodrick’s debauchery and obvious disdain for the faith he was supposed to support. In the centuries since Maegor the Cruel the faith had been reduced to nothing more then a Mummer’s Carnival, with the Lords of Westeros bringing out a Septon once a year to show deference only when required to please a few disgruntled masses.
Most of the larger Septs were rewarded well for their inaction, showered in donations that they used to line their own pockets and make their life more comfortable. With such corruption amongst the faithful it was only fitting that the Seven would turn their back on its people and allow such rampant injustice, strife and persecution.
Tomas was asked a long the way what it was he hoped to achieve and the answer to that question was still lost on him. In his dreams, the Lords always freely admitted that they had strayed and begged for forgiveness.
Tomas, however, knew that the Lords and many of the Septon’s who currently benefited from the status quo would resist reform and it would likely come to blows. If that happened only the Warrior could protect them.
As he marched, Tomas preached towards the small folk that he came across, asking them to join the cause of the Seven and fight for the Faith and not against it. The sight of 14,000 men women and children marching behind the Seven pointed star and the call of the Septons to restore the Faith to prominence was an attractive alternative to many small folk who had suffered under years of wars, strife and famine.
The High Septon had written Tomas and said that while he could not support his action for fear of retribution from the King, he would not oppose it either. The two had been friends for a long time, when both served in Oldtown and Tomas feared what would happen if his friend was forced to choose between his life and his faith.
“Our Mother’s mercy knows no bounds,
Our Father’s love is all around,
The Wise Crone lights our way,
As we march together towards a new day.
Our Maiden’s purity is quite the sight,
Our Warrior’s strength gives others fright,
The Smith will make all things whole,
As we march together to play our role.”
As the crowd sung its makeshift hymn, a small tear formed in Septon Benedict’s eyes. Every river begins as a single stream, he thought as the group marched ever closer to their goal of King’s Landing.
The future of the realm and of the faith was something that Benedict could not predict but he had decided that now was the time to make their stand.
Results:
6,000 small folk, half women and children join the ranks of the Army of Seven half from the Stormlands and half from the Mander Reach bringing the number of followers to 20,000.
Tomas Benedict moves towards Grand Master Persuasion
Tomas Benedict moves towards Legendary Religion – The Seven
It had been almost 2 months since he had written his Seven-Hundred and Seventy-Seven note declaration to restore the Faith back to prominence in Westeros. Despite a series of weak rulers and near constant strife, the Faith had remained silent about the injustice of their Lords, turning a blind eye to Rodrick’s debauchery and obvious disdain for the faith he was supposed to support. In the centuries since Maegor the Cruel the faith had been reduced to nothing more then a Mummer’s Carnival, with the Lords of Westeros bringing out a Septon once a year to show deference only when required to please a few disgruntled masses.
Most of the larger Septs were rewarded well for their inaction, showered in donations that they used to line their own pockets and make their life more comfortable. With such corruption amongst the faithful it was only fitting that the Seven would turn their back on its people and allow such rampant injustice, strife and persecution.
Tomas was asked a long the way what it was he hoped to achieve and the answer to that question was still lost on him. In his dreams, the Lords always freely admitted that they had strayed and begged for forgiveness.
Tomas, however, knew that the Lords and many of the Septon’s who currently benefited from the status quo would resist reform and it would likely come to blows. If that happened only the Warrior could protect them.
As he marched, Tomas preached towards the small folk that he came across, asking them to join the cause of the Seven and fight for the Faith and not against it. The sight of 14,000 men women and children marching behind the Seven pointed star and the call of the Septons to restore the Faith to prominence was an attractive alternative to many small folk who had suffered under years of wars, strife and famine.
The High Septon had written Tomas and said that while he could not support his action for fear of retribution from the King, he would not oppose it either. The two had been friends for a long time, when both served in Oldtown and Tomas feared what would happen if his friend was forced to choose between his life and his faith.
“Our Mother’s mercy knows no bounds,
Our Father’s love is all around,
The Wise Crone lights our way,
As we march together towards a new day.
Our Maiden’s purity is quite the sight,
Our Warrior’s strength gives others fright,
The Smith will make all things whole,
As we march together to play our role.”
As the crowd sung its makeshift hymn, a small tear formed in Septon Benedict’s eyes. Every river begins as a single stream, he thought as the group marched ever closer to their goal of King’s Landing.
The future of the realm and of the faith was something that Benedict could not predict but he had decided that now was the time to make their stand.
Results:
6,000 small folk, half women and children join the ranks of the Army of Seven half from the Stormlands and half from the Mander Reach bringing the number of followers to 20,000.
Tomas Benedict moves towards Grand Master Persuasion
Tomas Benedict moves towards Legendary Religion – The Seven