The Order of the Sisters of the Vermillion Rose

GoldenRibbon00 or UnderTheGreenLeaves

There is a Sacred Order known as the Sisters of the Vermilion Rose.

A Devout Religious group of Warrior Women who Clad themselves in Steel and Crimson Garment and Dedicated to the Safe Guarding of Peace and Order by the Means of the Blade.

They keep their Swords Sharp as well as their Minds, Training in both the Arts of Combat and Knowledge.

No Man can Tempt these Women of the Sword for Purity of the Whole Body and Soul is part of the Initiation into the Order.

The Young are given the Rank of Bud-Sisters...Those who have just Joined the Order and have no Experience

And Those who have been in the Order for a Longer Period of Time and Received the Training are Given the Rank of Blossom-Sisters 

And Finally are the Veteran's and the Older Members of the Order who have Led Sisters into Combat against the Untold Evils of the World Earning them a Seat at the Order's Founding Council.

The most Deadly of all the Order's Sisters... Those who are Named the Thorn-Sisters.

Once a Sister becomes a Thorn-Sister then they are given the Chance to become the Next Matron of the Order Once the Former either Steps down or Passes away from Combat or Natural Causes.

The Sister's Creeds and Doctrines are Vehemently Recited and Practiced Reminding all of their Duty to the Order and to the World.

In all of History Few Sisters has Betrayed these Creeds and Doctrines Rather Taking their Own Lives then to Dishonor the Order if need be.

But those who do Betray the Order and its Tenants become Exiled and Spurned as they are Stripped of their Rank and given the Title of  the Withered Witches for Magic is Forbidden in the Order and those who Practice it Suffer Death by their Former Sisters.

And such was the case of the First Betrayals as a Small Sect Broke Off from the Order and Rejected their Former Training in Favor of the Wicked Teachings of all the Unholy Magics...

Black Magic

Blood Magic

Necromancy

These Withered Witches also Lose their Natural Beauty as the Foulness of the Magic they Embrace slowly enters their Bodies and causes all that was Human and Pure to Wither away like a Rose in Winter Leaving nothing left but a Hideous Husk covered in Boils and Warts.

But they too have their own Order but one that is Hidden ever in the Shadows of the Darkened Woods Far off to the South lands of Ty'Jeena where no Mortal Dare Tread.

Their Order is the Cult of the Forsaken Sisters, a Name they have Created out of Spite and a Cruel Jab at their Former Sisters now made Bitter Foes.

But they and their Order have no Discipline as that of the Sisters of the Vermilion Rose and that is why they will never fully Rebel against them.

 

The Sisters of the Vermillion Rose's Motto :

Peace is like a Rose Protected by the Thorns of our Arms that Cleanses the Soil in which the Rose Grows in by the Purifying Flames of Victory.

And the Blood of our Sisters who Sacrificed themselves in Battle shall Forever Color the Rose Vermilion and Act as a Warning to all our Enemies and as a Symbol of our Unrelenting Might and Fury.

May the Rose of our Order never Wither and Die.

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Comments1

  • Rocky Lagou

    Wow this was quite peculiar. I lived for these characters and these tribes, they're all so captivating. I think the line that most caught my attention was, "Training in both the Arts of Combat and Knowledge." As not only is physical training important, but so is the mind. Great job. You should write a novel!

    • GoldenRibbon00 or UnderTheGreenLeaves

      Thank you Rocky Lagou! I got the idea from the Mythology of the Amazonians and the many Female Warrior Characters in Fiction such as Wonder Woman, The Sisters of Battle(From Warhammer 40k), and etc.
      I do want to Write a Novel but I'm Content on Practicing and Honing my Hobby of Writing on MPS for now as to Self Teach myself and probably find a Creative Writing Class to Smoothen out the Edges in my Writing.



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