I just love some of the panther lore in BtB tribes. Like Moon dances and initiation rites. When I was first initiated by my En it was an experience I will never forget. It made me so proud to be part of that sisterhood. The Sa’ng Suri may no longer be active but it lives on in the heart and mind of those who where part of that great tribe. Marli former elder and healer of the Sa’ng Suri talunas.
SA’NG SURI INITATION CEREMONY
The overall principle is that the Pledge is brought to the sacrificial altar where she is threatened with death or giving her undying and unbreakable allegiance to the En and the tribe of Sa’ng Suri.
It is important to RP a lot of the ceremony according to the individual and to ensure a rotation of speakers so the ceremony flows. All involved are invited to join in and RP as appropriate. shouts of ” sacrifice her ” ” Is she worthy ” ” Kill her ” etc.
THE PLEDGE IS SURROUNDED BY THE ELDERS
EN : Growling, I want her ready for sacrifice to our gods
ELDERS RP DISARMING AND BINDING HER AND TAKE HER TO THE ALTAR. All ELDERS AND SISTERS STAND ON THE WALL AROUND THE CIRCLE , JUST THE PLEDGE AND EN INSIDE THE CIRCLE
ELDERS RP FORCING HER TO KNEEL
EN: rounds the corner her eyes cloudy and emotionless, fixing on the kneeling woman there. Her face doesn’t shift as she steps up into the pit casting a glance over her Elders as she stops in front of the kneeling woman
EN : standing there she looks over her shoulder, each word dropping from her lips as if ice smashing on stone… “Strip her”… *she says nothing else only waits*
ELDER : steps forwards and with a sharp knife starts to cut away the clothing , pulling it from the Pledge and throwing it to her sisters.
EN : looks down at the now bare huntress her pride dashed, her hands move slowly as she walks around behind her, she takes an arm, she isn’t rough but doesn’t allow her an inch of struggle as she knots the rope around her wrists yanking it tight
EN: she stands her eyes looking with that of her elders… ” Bring me the Blade of the Sa’ng Suri ”
ELDER : bends and pulls the long heavy blade from beneath the altar , admiring its weight and wickedly serrated edges , swiftly wiping the old dried blood from it she holds it up in the air before her En and the Pledge sacrifice.
ELDER WITH THE BLADE MOVES FORWARDS : ” Here my En ” ….* places the Dagger into her En’s hand *
EN : fingers lace around the hilt of the dagger, the sharp click of steel on stone the only thing audible, the dagger hangs by her leg purposly in the vision of the woman in front of her as she circles behind her once again, her knee rests against her back her free hand falling into the hair on the woman, not a force but a guide as she tips her head back, far enough to see the whites of her eyes, the dagger the image of it knarled and horrifying the serrated edge sticky with old blood not cleaned, she presses it against her skin the spikes creating little dots along her neck where slow lines of blood spring from still ,not a word spoken to the pledge
ELDER : looks at her En and laughs excitedly as this is the part she loves , that spurt of the first blood as the artery is cut.
EN : voice comes with not a waver on any word but slips from her mouth, every word cold and purposeful……” I am your En” *she plainly states* “Who is your En…”
HOPEFULLY THE PLEDGE ANSWERS CORRECTLY
THE ELDERS ALL SHOUT ” YOU ARE OUR EN ” after the pledge has answered
EN : hand shifts slightly with the weight of the blade on the womans throat increasing, the lines of blood now dripping over her collar bone…… ” I am Sa’ng Suri…….. What are you? ”
THE ELDERS ALL SHOUT ” WE ARE SA’NG SURI ” after the pledge has answered
EN : voice changes the ice given way to a turn that demands attention, that demands a heart to hear it…… ” You are Sa’ng Suri and will always be from this day forth… Tell me this ”
THE ELDERS SHOUT ” I AM SA’NG SURI, YOU ARE SA’NG SURI , WE ARE SA’NG SURI ” after the pledge has answered
EN : hand retracts the dagger from the womans throat she takes a step around her to look down on her again, her free hand raises up and pulls the the tattered fabric covering her own breast exposing the two sliced s’s running along her skin…… ” Do you have the heart to carry this mark ? ”
EN she turns her head to her elders… Bring me the charcoal and the knife
ELDER : moves to the side and bends to pick up a number of items, sorting them out moves forward carrying a bowl of burnt charcoals and another knife used for skinning animals its blade sharpened to split a hair …… moving up to the kneeling Pledge being careful to avoid being splattered with blood… her eyes glittering hoping infection does not set in… she hands both the bowl of charcoal and the knife up to her En ..offering her hand to take back the Blade of the Sa’ng Suri.
EN : places the long horrific Blade of Sa’ng Suri back into the hands of her elder as she takes the bowl of charcol and the knife dropping to one knee in front of the woman, her hands dance with an old known dexterity, the point of the blade first pushing and with guidence piercing the womans skin, the blade sways down the S taking shape in her skin a reddening trail following each line, as the second line is carved she drops the blade at her feet, her hands stained in the womans blood and scoops a fistful of the charcoal pushing it against her skin and holding it there
ELDER : takes the tribe Blade of Sa’ng Suri holding its weight carefully and moves silently back to replace it in its hiding place without cleaning it..the pledges blood joining that of many others before her on the blade..turning looks back at the scene
EN : removes her hand, the small fountain of dusted ash falling from it, as she picks the dagger up one last time, sliding it between the ropes binding her hands, with a flick they are servered……. ” Rise Sa’ng Suri and join your tribe as a sister now and forever.”
SHE IS NOW RELEASED AND ALL WELCOME AND CONGRATULATE HER.
A NOTICE IS SENT OUT TO THE TRIBE
source: the Sa’ng Suri Taluna’s