War is a messy business for everyone. For the Pious especially as they tend to spend a lot of time as Chaplains or War-Priests (or similar titles to non-Judeo-Christian faiths) for the children of Yahweh. They are skilled in many arts (as their Discipline demands) such as Martial Combat, Medical Arts, and Divine Arts. They are a rare breed of warrior, fighting with almost endless endurance, all the while chanting their Raphaelian prayer at the top of their lungs.
“Glorious Archangel St. Raphael, great prince of the heavenly court, you are illustrious for your gifts of wisdom and grace. You are a guide of those who journey by land or sea or air, consoler of the afflicted, and refuge of sinners.I beg you, assist me in all my needs and in all the sufferings of this life, as once you helped the young Tobias on his travels. Because you are the “medicine of God” I humbly pray you to heal the many infirmities of my soul and the ills that afflict my body. I especially ask of you the favor (here mention your special intention), and the great grace of purity to prepare me to be the temple of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”
Most notable of Trench Pilgrims armament is their tall conal helmets. It almost completely obscures the pilgrims vision (save the few holes peppered in the front mostly for breathing). The helmet is chained to the armor to prevent it from coming off during the frenzy of battle.
Most interestingly is their almost absolute blindness and deafness to anyone around them. They barrel forward with only one intent; kill the enemy. There is no perceived strategy, no hesitation, just pure zealous frenzy. Standing in a Trench Pilgrims way can mean death.
Even after a battle the pilgrim will simply disappear into the fog of war still chanting.
Story By Tony Obert