#pestilence
Seasonal Rituals for Worshippers of Incabulos, the God of Disease and Pestilence
One of my players was playing a priest/cleric of Incabulos and he was not sure what to do on his down time so I made up season Rituals for him!! Hope you can find them useful!
Farmer’s Tale: The priests of Incabulos must go out and make sure that some of the crops the farmers plant during this season never grow. They are expected to go out and vandalize the fields. Some do this by setting them on fire, poisoning the crops, or just uprooting all of the soil. When the plants begin to bud through the soil they must go and destroy a farmers field in their gods name.
Harvest’s Tale: Once every week, the farmers of the area must give 20 pounds of their food to the priest. If they don’t give it to the priest it then becomes the priests responsibility to go out and steal 20 lbs of food from their house.
Polar’s Tale: During this month disease and sickness should be spread. As the cold assaults everyone, they become more prone to getting sick. The priests are there to help spread disease in order to please their God. They must infect up to twelve people this month. If someone dies from the disease, then they need not try and get the twelve and only need the one.
Twilight’s Tale: When the sun sets and the three moon rises, this is when Incabulos rests. He ask that while he is resting, you give him prayers. Solitude for three days praying for incabulos, whispering the smallest of incantations. If done properly, you enter a trance where you experience his dreams. Most priests become fixated on one dream alone and when they exit the trance, they try and accomplish the arena they experienced in order to appease Incabulos when he awakes.
Bahamut’s Tale: When the sky’s begin to glow orange is when your God wants you to go out and recruit. Do this any way possible. Offer peasants housing before the firestorms start, make threats, steal children. Your God does not care how but he needs his influence spread. After all, most of his wishes are considered “evil” and illegal so he is in constant need of new worshippers.
Vishnash’s Tale: The season where fire rains down. Something your God prefers is for the sacrifice of a farmer. Doing this in his eyes puts you a head of the other priests. He does not make this a requirement for all priest s but in his unholy text it talks about setting a farmer aflame during this season in order to help the hunger spread. This is a very hard to pull off task though and Incabulos would rather not lose his followers to this one tiny crime.
Rise as the nightly scourge of a sanguine
people—Illusive as a ghostly stroke
across one’s cheek. Not a spring-heeled villain;
be that other sort of pestilence—smoke
smitten, unfettered, the Azalea Crypt
of quick caresses that makes flesh quiver.
I think of the moon bent; how cum once dripped
from your smile. A conked smile that grows fainter
in my mind as all memories grow faint
when you’re no longer haunted by a bent
figure pressed to the window. I know why
you’re gone. A scourge would need to be a saint
to slake my passions. For nightmares hellbent
on wet dreams I am where they go to die.
Thinking about becoming evil so I can pull more bitches.
Some “domestic” Pest and Polly
“Imagine this, Chalky. In perhaps a few hundred years these psalms will reach millions of ears. My blood boils with excitment with the thought.”
“That’s just your boils talking. And where would you even get the chance to bore people with those, old man? No one is looking forward to hearing songs about death and disease during these times.”
“You underestimate me quite a lot. Besides, I won’t be around for much long anyway, it will eventually go away as well. It won’t be any fun simply winning in one move. I want to see the empires fall little by little.”
“So you want to continue Conquest’s job? Don’t shoot too high up into the sky, Copia.”
“I’m not. I have it all planned out. Once I cut my hair, I’m sailing out to Sweden to join this church.”
Won’t you run out of victims if you’re laying dormant in a church?“
"No need for concern. I’m never out of victims, Chalky. Go to sleep. I need to fix this last verse…”
Hazard