Shireroth

Upon reaching this place, so far away from the Unilluminated Land, a tingle races through my body under my skin. Perhaps it is the divine wine, this sweet beverage of Ismaran potency, or perhaps it is the name of this place which inspires this hidden movement. Lunaris... a land of lunatics... there is a chance the rites of Bacchus will be recieved here with greater hospitality than in that disastrous realm of cudgelling.

Dionysus comes to you, children of Lunaris! Drink the wine, look to the sky, listen to the call of Bacchus and watch, watch now the Bacchants as they are filled with the spirit of the god. Look now! a striking thyrsus, golden life and the magic of divine power. They dance, and in their minds they see the approving smile of the bull-horned god who is the great mover in this euphoric trance.

Come forward now, hear the call, join the dance, let go of the ties that bind and find unity and the natural truth!

Shot forth from Zeus' thigh was the god, a magnificent sight to behold from the first. Horns of a bull protruded from his brow and upon his head was set the thick, golden locks which befit an Olympian god. It was not long before Bacchus had established himself throughout the many Achaean nations which then existed. Then, as now, Dionysus' power was unique and truly necessary, for though he is the great patron of many fine arts in the world, his purest dimension was his influence over the intoxication of man.

Intoxication is a false term, associating the state of drunkenness with a kind of poisoning of the body, employed by materialistic, uptight enemies of the god's will. I do not deny that the gifts of the god will in all likelihood lead to death by ill-coloured liver; however, there is another aspect of so-called "intoxication", a spiritual goodness and fulfilment. The way this can be discerned is the fact that it feels good. It is commonly held that, while fornication is a detriment to civilised society, sex in general is a good and holy thing, with physical and spiritual sides to it. This theory is not my domain, but that of Aphrodite's cultists; but the key ideas behind this theory apply to the cult of Dionysus. Sex feels good and begets new life. Inebriation feels good and begets truth. As the Romans said, in vino, veritas. This is Bacchus' gift to the world.

Let the whole of Shireroth know that Bacchus' gift is free to all, the believer and the non-believer, such is his generosity. But the greatest level of spiritual fulfilment- complete submission to Bacchus and the discarding of the false self- is granted only to those who learn the rites. The rites are freely open to any who hear the call of Bacchus and listen.

Eaaaaohhh! Bacchants, lead the way!
Let the dance overtake you all, submit to Dionysus' will!
Eaaaaohhh! The god's rites make the light visible!
Only those who listen to Bacchus can know the truth!

Dance, my maenads, show the god's spirit and will. Soon, soon the time will come for a hunt, as the god will demand a sacrifice worthy of his magnficience and august beauty!

Ah, the triple post... no followers of Bacchus willing to take up the chant?

Try not to doubt Bacchus when his movement is merely in its infancy in this country. Age means little; the god himself is the youngest of the Olympians and yet, as detailed above, one of the most potent.

Perhaps if you were to listen to his will and join in the dance, you would not find so many triple posts about.

Eaaaaohhh! While the dance has not been shared by the Lunatics, come my Bacchants, we must leave this place! To return shortly, of course. Once the dance has been opened, it may never be closed, but through the will of the god. Dionysus calls from within and once the message is spread to a place, slowly slowly people begin to hear. But, for now, Lunacy shall not beget Bacchism. We must away, to Kildare, land of new gods and Straylightian Dukes!

mmmmmmmm,

Belongs in Yardistan............

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I almost want to get drunk to try the hangover cure now ...

Raised from the dead? I suppose I'm still baron anyway....

Jacobus, you shall be destroyed for your overly priced Elixir!

Also, Bacchus can stay in Lunaris as long as he pays me homage (for reasons I'll explain later) hehe.
That is all

Jacobus, you shall be destroyed for your overly priced Elixir!

Hey, I've been destroyed so many times........

Mwahahahah!

Rings cowbell at (Zomibie?!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H69HODLlDMo

Where is Bacchus, and isn't he supposed to be paying me homage?

Excuse me, I was away trying to establish the cult in other parts of Shireroth. I did rather leave a loose end untied here didn't I? Any questions related to the cult? The dance will probably restart itself here soon. I really have high hopes that Lunaris will be one of the places which will embrace the rites with earnest.

And in response to your question, I have another. Are you Dionysus?

why yes. yes i am.

Then lead your followers in the dance! The rites are yours; I have brought them to Shireroth, but the reception has not been worthy of them. The Maenads here assembled await your glorious command.

I would ask one thing of you. It is commonplace among the worshippers of the Olympians to act hubristically and challenge their gods; do not misunderstand my words, O great liberator, I mean no disrespect. But could you please remind me of the first word you called me with, to prove your identity? Or perhaps you might take the route you have so often taken throughout history and disguise your identity, speak nothing more of this, and let the Cult continue as normal.

I will choose the first route. I called you by saying,"Bitch, get yo ass up here!"