Always Praying
Sargon's Chosen sat upon a throne of metal crates, stacked in succession, their cybernetic leg crossed over the other with the flesh and blood of its hand gripping the long shaft of the appointed tool of faith. The other hand was closed in a fist under the mask as the dead eyes looked over the assembly of True Believers and Fledglings alike, many faces freshly red from scarification and others freshly pale from the fear of Commitment.
"The shipment from Devoran was intercepted by Shadowrunners and mercenaries, it never made it to its destination Prophet of Sargon..." A more distinguished true believer addressed Sargon's Chosen. There was a moment of silence as the Primeval Prophet lay statuesque upon its poor man's throne. Then, in slow uncanny motion, the almost inhuman figure stood, and raised the staff upon the head of a True Believer the cult had come to know as The Tongue, or Little Hal (short for Halrormalenth). As if possessed, words fell from him as the staff ignited over him.
"Then you shall take what is owed us from the false-promisers, let all Fledglings of the Suicide Slums prove their faith and earn their souls, by tearing down the towers of wealth which put them in their poverty. Let it be known that we are Sargon's Few."
>> * --xING! COMM\ \\
<\Darkwire. Urgent news from the Cultist:
<\Sakedo Tower is at threat from the rapid deployment of the religious extremist group, Sargon's Few
<\Indoctrinated impoverished civilians think they are smuggling weapons to a group of buyers
<\They are actually carrying micronized high-intensity thermal detonators rigged to explode on specific floors and via the command of Cultist supervisors observing remotely
<\It is also likely Cultist Gangs may start a firefight with Corporate Security concurrently or in the other corners of the district to distract them from their primary objective
<\Not much more can be said at this time, however, stopping this attack may prove to be...
<\Rewarding.
"The shipment from Devoran was intercepted by Shadowrunners and mercenaries, it never made it to its destination Prophet of Sargon..." A more distinguished true believer addressed Sargon's Chosen. There was a moment of silence as the Primeval Prophet lay statuesque upon its poor man's throne. Then, in slow uncanny motion, the almost inhuman figure stood, and raised the staff upon the head of a True Believer the cult had come to know as The Tongue, or Little Hal (short for Halrormalenth). As if possessed, words fell from him as the staff ignited over him.
"Then you shall take what is owed us from the false-promisers, let all Fledglings of the Suicide Slums prove their faith and earn their souls, by tearing down the towers of wealth which put them in their poverty. Let it be known that we are Sargon's Few."
<\Darkwire. Urgent news from the Cultist:
<\Sakedo Tower is at threat from the rapid deployment of the religious extremist group, Sargon's Few
<\Indoctrinated impoverished civilians think they are smuggling weapons to a group of buyers
<\They are actually carrying micronized high-intensity thermal detonators rigged to explode on specific floors and via the command of Cultist supervisors observing remotely
<\It is also likely Cultist Gangs may start a firefight with Corporate Security concurrently or in the other corners of the district to distract them from their primary objective
<\Not much more can be said at this time, however, stopping this attack may prove to be...
<\Rewarding.
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