02-26-2010, 12:09 AM
Excerpt from the second scripture of Horam Deria; Aspects of war, the Soldier gods.
Morrigan, Goddess of Fertility.
Folklore clearly finds this character interesting, as there are multiple recollections in a different amount of cultures, and even though her appeal and worship has been lost over time, There are still some small cults around based on the reverence of this mystical woman, in one of her multiple appearance. My study on this cult, and the person has been most interesting. This is just a simple attempt at placing a footnote behind the woman, this sorceress, this goddess.
The most blatant versions found of Morrigan through-out history, is the aspect of War. Soaring in the form of a crow over the hills and meadows of Nave, finding a place where swords clashed and chariots rattled, waiting for the feast of blood to commence, and partake in it. There are eyewitness accounts of a black haired crone with white pale skin, clothed in a skimpy dressed made out of black feathers, from either a crow or a raven. Those tales described that this women, used sorcery and witchcraft to enchant the generals and captains, the Legates and tribunes, the chieftains and warlords, seducing enchanting and coining men into every increasing bloodshed and war. It is said Morrigan also gave supernatural stamina and strength to men capable of great feats of slaughter. This certainly provides a reason, as to why she was popular amongst soldiers and their families.
It is not hard to imagine, wives, mothers, fathers, sons and daughters praying to the crow of war for the safe return of their loved one, in return he would bring bloodshed and favour upon the blackwinged crone. But in truth The Real cult of Morrigan goes further then just war, just bloodshed, just pain, misery and torture. The real aspect of this goddess is Fertility.
She has a real practical view of fertility, she doesn’t serve her followers or backwards. Morrigan is a force of nature, searching for balance and growth and blood is just one face of that coin. Blood is fertility, Shit is fertility and death is the balance of life.
The basic explanation here is very simple. Blood both acts as a fertilizer and as a check. For every reaction needs an opposite reaction. You cannot simply expect a child to be born out of a barren and dry whom, when nothing is taken in its place. You can’t expect wild-life and nature itself to grow and foster, when nothing is taking in its stead. You cannot expect a Son to be send home safe if his blood was destined to be shed without a proper offering. But do not be fooled that the opposite reaction should be an equal one. Far from it, to defy the natural course, power and energy has to be invested. Energy to get the reaction started, but that energy won’t be tossed into the world. No, for one life to be saved, at least 2 needs to be let go, if not more.
But nevertheless that hasn’t provided a dent in Morrigan’s followers. Considering the Selfishness and egotistical nature of the sentient people walking this earth, The black feathered beauty will keep doing her bidding till the end of time. She is a soldiers goddess, A mothers crow, a fathers sorceress, a Sons, wolf. She is neither benevolent nor evil.
Appearing in multiple cultures with different names, but always the same image, a sorceress transforming into a crow or a raven, she flies. Protecting and comforting the scared, weak and strong alike. She is destined to appear in these troubled times more often then not, both to aid her followers as to destroy and vanquish her enemies. But the price will be in blood. It is said, her lips are bright red, just as her eyes from the price that comes with her gifts. I wonder what our current legionairres, lictors, nobilitas find of this remarkable create.
Should we fear her, or embrace her? I for one have no stomach for war and bloodshed. But if the price of blood will benefit the glory of our empire, then men and women of Tindrem, Pray. Pray to Morrigan.
Pray in her name; Morrigan ancient crone of war, I see your face I cry no more.
Pray in her name; Morrigan ancient crone of war, I Come lift me on your wing
Pray in her name; Morrigan ancient crone of war, I hear your voice I breathe no more
Pray in her name; Morrigan ancient crone of war, Come set my spirit Free.
And to our men at arms, our brave legionnaires, our valiant and heroic soldiers, shout her battle cry, Bellow her Name and her Creed.
Shout in cadence with your brother to your right, howl with your brother to your left:
Kill!
Maim!
Fight!
Slay!
And
Die!
Let the earth, and the soil and the dirt drink. Let them drink vigorously, Let them drink vigorously and excessively on the blood of our enemies. Let Nave drink and return home.
Alive or otherwise.