The Plea For Light

[Lanader - Richard Tarus 197]

As corruption spreads across Anthos, it was clear that the darkness was consuming our world. The Harbingers of the North had come with all of their fury and their wrath upon the lands. Death had become so common as it was in the times of great evil. The people of Anthos cannot do this alone. Even in the Seven Skies it is known that this dark time was upon the beings of the Creator and the Aenguls watched down upon the happenings.Tahariae, a lesser Aengul was not going stand by idle while this happened. His chosen servants, the Clerics, had fought with all their might but they grew few and far between. The small handful of Clerics left were the devoted survivors of the group ravaged by the darkness. The leaders of this small band prayed that they might be given the will and might to serve the light as they once did. Tahariae looked upon it’s servants as a mother looks at their wounded child. With a crash like that of thunder was heard throughout Anthos; light ripped through the night sky upon these mortals. As they were blinded by the light, their bodies were lifted into the air.

 

 

    The mortals felt as though they were floating effortlessly, and as they opened their eyes, they were surrounded by light. They could only see a little of the surrounding area, and seeing some of the other Clerics other in this glowing place.  They tried to speak but nothing came out. They tried to walk but could not move. Suddenly, an enlightening feel rushed through all of them. The form of a golden stag cantered into their vision. Though the stags mouth did not move, a booming voice could be heard in each of their heads.

 

 

“Do not fear. For I are what you seek to be. Today you decide your tomorrows. You shall gain what you so seek…. Walk I tell you. Come into the light and break the bonds that have held you captive. Destroy the fear and hate that has plagued you as mortals. Allow mental limits to be a thing of your past.”

 

The youngest of the Clerics was the first to act he began attempted to step forward, but as he did it seemed he was being held back as if chained. A look of shock ran across his face. As this happened the stag spoke to them all again.

 

“The journey shall not be an easy one. These bonds have held you for your entire existance. To break them is to change your very being. Join me on this side of those barriers and see your path.Become more than a mortal caught in the crosswinds of gods, and bind your life to my light.”

 

Next it was the eldest of the order and their former prophet  who was to try and act. He closed his eyes as he went to move. He managed to make a small step while what felt as though a powerful wind held him back. Though he did not falter. He cleared his mind as if to connect to Tahariae as he so often had done. This time was different. A new sensation rushed through his body as he saw all those he had ever hated, loathed and those who had scorned him. The voice echoed in their heads again.

 

“It is these emotions that make you weak. For it is the contempt in our hearts that feeds the very corruption you must destroy.”

 

    The images dancing in his head slowly began to fade as he seemingly lost the feelings for certain people, the feelings that simply changed to a state of indifference and as this happened, his foot broke free of the wind. He stepped forward and began to walk as one hadn’t walked in years. He stumbled against the wind as he made his way towards the stag. All the strong emotions falling from his mind as he does. When he finally lost his footing from the forces pulling him back, any source of pure hatred was lost in his mind. He saw the murder of his wife and only child. He faltered and was being dragged back. He could not bare the fact of forgetting those men and what they had done. He felt as though letting that go was to let his family die with no justice. It was revenge that plagued his soul. The stag would not stand for it and reared on it’s hind legs and with a flash the cleric was pulled through the light. He was gone from the views of the other Clerics as the stag nodded to the rest of them. The remaining clerics watched in awe as the prophet disappeared.

 

With this, Forseti was born.

“Wisdom.”

 

The hooded Cleric gave no warning as he ceased his jagged movements, falling still as his emerald eyes pierced into the light before him. Memories, quick images flashed past the hooded cleric’s eyes as he dwelled on the occasions that he had let purity slip through his fingers, allowed a corrupted to leave without proper trial. Justice was what filled his mind, not anger, nor confusion from the scene that had just played out before him. He only wished for judgement to be cast out upon the worlds impurities. Without anymore thought, he closed his eyes, cutting off the emerald glow the illuminated his face from beneath his hood. Slowly he pushed forwards, a single thought on his mind replaying again and again

 

“So long have I wished for purity upon this world, but my emotions cling to me and have held me back from my true goal… Cleanse me of these and all shall know justice…”

 

He spoke softly, he gave up any resistance and allowed himself to be consumed by the light. Daniel disappeared from sight, following after the lost prophet.

 

With this, Ivanus was born.

“Justice.”

 

The illuminating blue glow visible in Rethu’s hood vanished as he blinked, surprised to watch his few friends disappear into the holy light before him, thoughts racing through his mind at extreme speeds before he calmed;remembering his goals. To purify the corrupted and scarred lands on Anthos, ridding the necromantic peoples from the land. The thought of purity and judgement ringed out in his head as the memories where his emotions had halted him from obeying Tahariae’s fully, he could not live with these thoughts anymore.

 

He spoke no words as his resistance disappeared, the holy light engulfing him. Rethu was no longer visible to the remaining clerics behind him, following after Daniel and the prophet.

 

With this, Ryth was born.

“Hope.”

 

The last of the few, Siris, had noticed all of his friends fade away one by one. He decided to release his strength, and allow the light to consume him. His body floated carelessly to the stag, till he had dissapeared in the blink of an eye.

 

“From all the times that I could have stood up for others, and fought against the dark plague that is known as the Scourge, yet I have chose not to out of fear, I regret completely. It is now that I take act in dark times, and not act so carelessly.” The man’s hood began to eminate a bright cyan glow, and he followed his brothers.

 

With this, Therin was born.

“Valor.”

 

    Light surrounded them. They couldn’t see anything through the glowing haze. The floated lazily as the voice returned.

    

“You have made it. You are now one with the light and act as and with it. The feelings that cloud mortal judgment are of the past now. You have superseded them with your own will and power. With this you became one with me and I with you. Together we shall fill our shared purpose. We shall destroy the corruption and evil that plagues your lands. I set you forth in my name to lead... guide and renew what has been lost.”

 

They all felt a wave of cold as they opened their eyes. It seemed that they had been returned to their world. Snow… snow was everywhere. As they stood the looked out off of the mountain. The north laid in front of them with all of its fury. The voice echoed throughout their heads once more.
 

“You can see what lays ahead of you. It can’t be done alone. It has been man that defeated the Iblees. It was their heroes that sealed the nether and it will again be their heroes again that must save Anthos. You shall stand alongside them. Try and guide them if you can. I only hope this will be enough.“ Once the voice was gone, there was only silence.

 

The four men stood, staring across at the expanses of the north that lay before them.

The patron of purity would put forth it’s own weapon to combat the darkness. Not to stand above all of man but to fight with them;

 

The Itharel.

[Lanader - Richard Tarus 197]

((In response to: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/102512-and-so-their-screams-declared-their-ascension/) (#goml)

[Slic3man 484]

     Vinzakra, the Lord of Punishment feels a entity rising, though one of opposition. Black mists expelled from his robes, monstrosities of custom make pulsating around him. Before long, they would lurch forth and begin to drag the chariot he stood upon. The wretched messenger shot out, the corrupted mares faster than many would consider "normal." He was to find these new beings, and tear what was left of them.

 

((Look forward to this mega-conflict, fightin' time.))

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Konrad prayed, one just starting his Clerical journey, he had been shaken to the bone when the Wraiths were formed, but a light filled him now as it did Bone, his mentor, and their soul shaking experience was erased, enlightening and lifting them.

[Draeris 3124]

((Why do Tarus' suddenly feel the need to be so magical and mysterious, great post tho!))

[Haribo 385]

The High Ecclesiarch-Elect Lucien II stands in the small ramen shop in Abresi.

 

"I saw some dread knights recently," He says to Raigeki.

[Nug 2011]

Konrad prayed, one just starting his Clerical journey, he had been shaken to the bone when the Wraiths were formed, but a light filled him now as it did Bone, his mentor, and their soul shaking experience was erased, enlightening and lifting them.

(( I hope you know War Cleric is restricted and can't be magically learned with a creator/unknown source. ))

[MamaBearJade 2090]

Kaila, having heard rumors of something growing and attacking in Malinor, had gone to learn more. With only her bow and quiver on her, she began her own journey. Clearly no match for the new threat, and at no where near the level of the four heroes, she still would try her best. She starts her journey in malinor, listening to talks before seeking out the taint herself. She would learn what she can, and help as best as she can. She may not be as strong, but she was willing to take the risk if it meant helping protect the innocent.

[Blundermore 2741]

((I remember being approached by a cleric (hosper I think) asking if the ascended returning was a well known thing ic to which I replied it isn't... why is that line still in the RP post))

[Pinsir99 526]

Vierna wonders what in Malin's name has happened to Anthos, why so many evil and good things if they just cancel themselves out?

[hosper 77]

-snip-

[Ford 1996]

Archibald looks down upon Anthos in the prison of the magical sky gods, tightening the grip on his cell bars. He frowns.

 

"Looks like ****'s going on down there..."

[Archbishop John 85]

Shrugs.. tilts his head he does not really feeling anything stirring.

 

(Diablo Much :) )

[Paint 51]

William sees the events, and sits back in and thinks in shock of what just happened, thou he was never a official cleric he still has a strong bond with Tahariae and he had also written many letters asking to join the order and never getting any response from them at all, he stares in amaze after landing back in the land 

 

 

 

((If this isnt possible send me a PM on skype or whatever and ill get it deleted))

[Graceful Bucko 65]

((So basically just be a really pious and great cleric and if you're extra-special good you'll become one of these?))