Raven Crowking
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"Broker."
A good sounding word, not unlike the original bokor, and it can indicate the deals done between the priest and the Saints as well.
RC
Help me design a religion for space pirates
- Thread starter Whizbang Dustyboots
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"Broker."
A good sounding word, not unlike the original bokor, and it can indicate the deals done between the priest and the Saints as well.
RC
Water Worshippers (space Fremen)
The lack of easily obtainable water in the far reaches of space and the necessity for water rationing has been twisted into a religion based on water. It is the holy blood from which life arises. Thier enemies are slain and rendered down for thier water. Bases hidden in asteroids (Sietches) contain cisterns, as well as there being cistern ships that fly a seemingly nomadic route, but actually follow a pattern based on thier religion. They wear their hair braided in dreads with water rings to signify wealth and cash in for water at a cistern.
The lack of easily obtainable water in the far reaches of space and the necessity for water rationing has been twisted into a religion based on water. It is the holy blood from which life arises. Thier enemies are slain and rendered down for thier water. Bases hidden in asteroids (Sietches) contain cisterns, as well as there being cistern ships that fly a seemingly nomadic route, but actually follow a pattern based on thier religion. They wear their hair braided in dreads with water rings to signify wealth and cash in for water at a cistern.
Raven Crowking
First Post
Explain my religion, man? What’s that mean, “explain my religion”?
All this space, you say, you think she’s empty.
No, no, she’s not empty. She’s full of voices, for those have the way to listen. Not out there with your ears, or with sensors, but in here, with your soul. Those voices in space, they sing to your soul. Many, many songs, all types.
Some of them, they the songs that lure the young out into exploring the spaceways. You don’t know you hear those songs, not exactly, but you hear them just the same. And there are other songs out there, older songs, darker songs. There are songs still echoing through her, been echoing through her long before Mankind looked up to the stars for the first time. Some of them songs, they so old they come before the Bang that started everything else. Echoing, echoing out there from the universe that came before this one.
All this empty space.
Except it’s not the space that’s empty. It’s us. Space is singing old, old songs from old, old times, and most people? They’re just like open doorways, nothing in them, no song of their own. Who’s to say what old, old thing might come through that door, eh? Come right on in and fill you up. And then where are you, eh? Nowhere, that’s where. Then your soul, it be lost in the real Void. Not this singing space, all full of voices, but a place where there be nothing but a few lost souls and a whole lot of black.
See, that isn’t religion, that’s fact. I’ve heard the voices. I’ve heard the singing. I’ve felt those old things struggling to get through me, and I’ve let them in just enough to get me by, time and time again. Old Brother Modo, he got a strong sword arm and a deadeye shot with a blaster. Sister Aya, she got a sweet way about her, you bet.
So you tell me, man. Should you smoke the lotus, join the Brotherhood?
Or you just want to go floating around out there, until something old comes, comes and gobbles you up?
All this space, you say, you think she’s empty.
No, no, she’s not empty. She’s full of voices, for those have the way to listen. Not out there with your ears, or with sensors, but in here, with your soul. Those voices in space, they sing to your soul. Many, many songs, all types.
Some of them, they the songs that lure the young out into exploring the spaceways. You don’t know you hear those songs, not exactly, but you hear them just the same. And there are other songs out there, older songs, darker songs. There are songs still echoing through her, been echoing through her long before Mankind looked up to the stars for the first time. Some of them songs, they so old they come before the Bang that started everything else. Echoing, echoing out there from the universe that came before this one.
All this empty space.
Except it’s not the space that’s empty. It’s us. Space is singing old, old songs from old, old times, and most people? They’re just like open doorways, nothing in them, no song of their own. Who’s to say what old, old thing might come through that door, eh? Come right on in and fill you up. And then where are you, eh? Nowhere, that’s where. Then your soul, it be lost in the real Void. Not this singing space, all full of voices, but a place where there be nothing but a few lost souls and a whole lot of black.
See, that isn’t religion, that’s fact. I’ve heard the voices. I’ve heard the singing. I’ve felt those old things struggling to get through me, and I’ve let them in just enough to get me by, time and time again. Old Brother Modo, he got a strong sword arm and a deadeye shot with a blaster. Sister Aya, she got a sweet way about her, you bet.
So you tell me, man. Should you smoke the lotus, join the Brotherhood?
Or you just want to go floating around out there, until something old comes, comes and gobbles you up?
Whisper72
Explorer
Nice idea RC... I like that, the pirates seeing themselves not as a roving band of brigands in vessels, but more like a monastic order who happen to have a bit of a loose definition of property and ownership... everything belongs to the Lady of the Void... we only borrow it for a limited time... now it is my time to use it fora while...
If you're using St. Brendan, be sure to check out The Voyage of Malduin, a Celtic legend that predates that of St. Brendan and, if I remember correctly, is considerably longer.
Also, how about this piece of piratesque belief: The stars are pieces of gold dropped in space by a legendary pirate. Following their trail will lead to his stash.
Also, how about this piece of piratesque belief: The stars are pieces of gold dropped in space by a legendary pirate. Following their trail will lead to his stash.
Raven Crowking
First Post
You laugh, man. I know you laugh. But there's no manual, no training course. Ain't nothing you can learn dirtside. Ain't nothing you can feel within a world's orbit, leastwise not for the first time.
You gotta listen to the voices. You gotta smoke the lotus. You gotta see what we see. Then you know. They you got a different constitution. You got a different brain, a different heart.
You got tiger blood, man.
You gotta listen to the voices. You gotta smoke the lotus. You gotta see what we see. Then you know. They you got a different constitution. You got a different brain, a different heart.
You got tiger blood, man.
Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
Thanks, I will. Once I have an idea what the bad guys believe, I'll want to walk back to what the spacefaring good guys go with as well.
El Mahdi
Muad'Dib of the Anauroch
Can I get an
(Charlie Sheen who aren't in heaven...ridiculed be thine name.)
Me likey!
Raven Crowking
First Post
Hey, if you can't spin some whacked-out space religion out of a couple of Charile Sheen quotes, you just aren't trying.
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