Assasins of Kali
Structure
The Arms of Kali are eight master assassins that have trained at least 30 years with the organization to achieve the most perfect and effective way of killing its target. They are the leaders of their own cell of the church, having one apprentice under their wing. The Hand of Kali is tasked with learning anything that she can from her mistress, and eventually, when the mistress grows old or the apprentices learns all there is to learn, they face each other in a ritualistic fight to the death, and the apprentices becomes the master, seeking another apprentice to repeat the circle all over again.
The Legs of Kali are two politician and economist that work as the treasurers of the organization, having no other skill than that. Each cell of the assassins send 505 of what they earn to the homeland to further the organizations goals as a whole.
Public Agenda
Divine Origins
Cosmological Views
The gods were born in a dark and empty universe, many gods in a large universe, enough to fit them all together in peace. It was all empty, and so they would start having kids with each other to populate the universe. And so the planets were born, with plants and animals to populate them, but no sun to shine a light upon them. Eventually all life on the planets would die of cold. The plants would not grow and the animals would starve.
And so, the gods created artificial lights, using the intelligence of the gods to create machinery capable of emitting light, with technology far beyond the most powerful human intellect would be able to understand. But that would not be enough. And so, the machines were abandoned among the stars, with no on to pilot or used them.
The gods were able to create material and organic things by having children with each other, and so they turned to the goddess Kali, the virgin goddess of war and death, explaining to her the situation and needing her to have ritualistic sexual intercourse with her in order to create a being of pure energy capable of sitting in the center of the universe to give light to all the worlds.
She, being a virgin goddess refuse to this and left the other gods alone. She was a still young and polite goddess, more like Athena than Ares when war came to be among the soon-to-be-death species of the dying worlds.
She was fair and quick to judge, being a maiden that guided the species to a fair battle and granted them technology to survive even a little bit longer the short lives that they had, enough time to love and make love, procreating and passing knowledge unto the next generation. She was the goddess of death, but a sweet gentle death, the release of a life of pure suffering.
And so, the other gods hatched a plan. If she wont cooperate on her own accords, the gods themselves would force her to cooperate, waging war against a goddess of war to bring her down.
Eleven of the most powerful gods rally against her, in a battle that would shake the cosmos. Cold and barren planets were used as shields and weapons, hurling them into the abyss or using them as meat shields. Entire civilizations driven by technology dispatched their warships in the immensity of the cold and vast universe to help the goddess Kali, but they were destroyed by a single hand wave when they were near the gods themselves. The energy spent in the explosions elevated the temperature of the universe, with new forms of life emerging in the millennium that the war lasted. In the end, the goddess Kali laid defeated atop a dying planet, and that’s when the god Ahiravan took advantage of her, raping her almost dead corpse and having his way with it.
The goddess of death could not be technically killed, and when she saw him defiling her she enraged and lit the entire planet on fire, killing the god and transforming her body in a pile of rage and fiery death that walked in the universe, giving heat when there once was cold. Giving so much heat that volcano planets started to form, and ice planets would start to melt. The universe was in a chaos, and the rage of Kali was still growing, with the heat that emanated from her corpse starting to engulf the entire cosmos. Nine millennium had passed and the heat started to escape her body, burning her skin and leaving her more and more calm while the universe did not receive one enormous sun, but millions and millions of them, albeit tiny.
The goddess retired to the unknown regions of the universe, where the gods did not venture to explore, and the things that would never die resided, hoping to bring the heat there. She hated the other gods for helping in the conspiracy that led to her raping, and so instructed some mortals of the new kingdoms that formed after the coming of the fire to punish them for their betrayal.
Tenets of Faith
Reject any sexual advance that goes towards you, your body follows the will of the goddess, and so it must be untouched.
The fire is sacred, it symbolizes life, and so don’t let any fire in your presence be put out by anyone that is not you.
Every life is sacred, unless the goddess says so. Don’t kill more than you are asked to, the goddess will only extends to those who deserve it.
The Sticks of Kali are a part of your body, don’t lose them.
Close your hearth to the suffering of your enemy, they will try to confuse you of your real goal.
Your name doesn’t matter if it bothers the goddess. We all are one here.
You will serve the goddess in this life, and in the next one.
Ethics
We are standing on the edge
On the edge of time
We are the warriors at the edge of time
We walk hand in hand with horror
We ride side by side with death
We are the warriors at the end of time
Over poisoned crystal deserts
Where the ruined towers shout
We march towards our dying scarlet sun
Death!
Death to life!
Death!
Death to time!
We bring sweet destruction now to everything
In our mirrored flashing armour
In our secret, hideous helms
We are the angels of our ruin
And we climb obsidian mountains
On our final, dreadful quest
Crossing lakes which cry with pain as we pass by
Priesthood
The only known priestess of the cult are the Arms of Kali, the master assassins of the order, instructing their apprentices with the rituals one must do before embarking on a mission to kill a mark. Like burning a representation of the god Ahiravan made with wood before leaving the church. And when entering the temple again after finishing the mission, one has to light all the 100 candles that illuminate the building.
The Arms of Kali distinguish themselves from the rest by using a sacred robe, like the ones that necromancers use. Black robes with red sleeves and flowery patter of color white in the head and arms.
When an apprentice reaches the 30 year training mark, the Master has to engage them in a ritualistic combat, giving their all to kill the apprentice, and in exchange the apprentice has to give their all to kill their master. The knowledge of one has to be put in good use, and so they battle each other to the death. If the apprentice kills the master, then they will be the new master, and if the apprentice dies, the master has to commit ritualistic suicide and be left out of the order in all their next lives because of the shame in not training a suitable replacement.
The next apprentice must be snatched from the mother when is still a baby, is not completely necessary, but it assures a much relaxed indoctrination into the order. No characteristic is needed, because the order bases their prowess in combat on sheer training along, not a set of special characteristics. They are proud of that, that they don’t need the power of their own goddess to kick ass, only a great deal of training and skill, while other religious orders tend to derived a supernatural power when fighting.
Death to all things living!
Holy death will cleanse the world!
Death, our standard!
Death, our only joy
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