[!] A Congregation Of Clerics [/!]

[Rig 17591]

[!] A note would find itself to all clerics, labeled, A congregation of Clerics, it is hope that once these notes reach the ones known to the writer, that they would spread it to the clerics they know, and so on. [/!]

My fellow clerics, it is time we gathered to decide on the revival of the order. If you are interested, I have sent this note to clerics I know, I hope that they shall hand it to clerics they know, and so on.

Sincerely,
               Aegor Sylvari


[[This should only reach clerics, but if a cleric hands it to a buddy, they might be there as well! This is an rp post, therefore all replies after this will be the meeting!]]
 

[Rig 17591]

Aegor steps forward, raising his hands, gesturing, "My friends.. we gather for the future of our order. I talked with Hosper earlier this week, and he shows no interest in re-leading us as the Prophet, he says he is on his final mission. Our order must survive, so we need a new leader, Mandru is hardly around.. and a great event is coming, one darker than the wrath of Setherien, it is time we rose to be a group, and not singulars who attempt to make differences that have little effect, as a group we shall be stronger. Now, put forth your opinions? We need to unify to have any effect against this evil."

Going to bed, will reply more to this in the morning if anything does occur at all tonight. 

[Eledyr 85]

*An old looking elf enters the room, he pulls down the hood of his robe and reveals his face*
Greetings, I do not think that most of you know me but my name is Eledyr and I was once a leader of this order.
I am not here to claim the place of prophet, however I think that my knowledge both magic and non magic could be of use for the order.
For those who do not know me nor have heard of me I shall briefly tell you my story.

Back in Aegis I was one of the first pupils, I passed the tasks that where given and I became a cleric.
When we transferred to Asulon however, our leader decided that he no longer wished to lead the order and he appointed me as his succesor. But I was young and foolish and instead of giving it my all I was not able to revive the order.
I took a pupil myself, his name was Braxis and he was a promising young lad, so when I thought that he was wise enough I gave him command while I ventured out to find knowledge and peace in my travels.
However I stayed in touch with Braxis and it saddened me what he did to the order but it was no longer my place to speak or confront him about it. Now that he is gone I wish to help the order once more, I can help us become true to our faith
 

[dandan1350 479]

Ivanus descends from his home once more as the mortals try to take affairs into their own hands, soon after arriving at the meeting and bursting in.

 

"No."

[Andartus Orvar 20]

A man, with the stink of sweat and blood about him, finds his way into the meeting. His blank, white eyes, lost beneath the stag-skull helm, dart across the congregation. In a bandage-wrapped hand, he holds a crumpled, mud-stained note. The Gorunprestr had never been an intended recipient of such a note, but by luck, chance, or perhaps the desire of his Gods, the abandoned note had found its way to him, and he had made the long trek from his clan-home in the mountains to find answers.

 

Attempting to hide himself away as best he can, the High Priest of the Gorundyr, Andartus Orvar, stands, and watches the gathered clerics, hoping that one may eventually help him in the advancement of the strange new powers he felt his Gods had seen fit to grant him. He takes to rubbing his braided beard as he listens, for the solace and distraction the familiar action brings, that would only otherwise come with the brandishing of the heavy, single-handed warhammer, shaped to resemble the skull and sweeping antlers of a stag, the hangs from his belt by a leather strap.

 

None of the ancient Priesthood of the Northwoods had ever considered themselves a 'Cleric', but the Gorundyr weren't of the Northwood any longer. With the brave new world, a few brave new actions must be taken, and their Gorunprestr could do little but attempt to learn from these odd, and different people.

[Eledyr 85]

*looks at Ivanus, not sure who the man is that just bust in during the meeting*

What do you mean? "no"? and who might you be?

[hosper 77]

[!] Hosper Blackthorn sits in the corner of the room watching the goings on. He appears to be dressed in plane tan robes not bringing attention to himself as he slowly sips his tea.

[Gone 869]

Cheza stands back, keeping herself hooded and quiet as she merely listens to the others as per usual. She stares at the faces of all those who are present trying to memorize any she doesn't know.

Looking up at the sudden "No" she lets out a soft laugh before resuming her silence.

[Rig 17591]

*An old looking elf enters the room, he pulls down the hood of his robe and reveals his face*

Greetings, I do not think that most of you know me but my name is Eledyr and I was once a leader of this order.

I am not here to claim the place of prophet, however I think that my knowledge both magic and non magic could be of use for the order.

For those who do not know me nor have heard of me I shall briefly tell you my story.

Back in Aegis I was one of the first pupils, I passed the tasks that where given and I became a cleric.

When we transferred to Asulon however, our leader decided that he no longer wished to lead the order and he appointed me as his succesor. But I was young and foolish and instead of giving it my all I was not able to revive the order.

I took a pupil myself, his name was Braxis and he was a promising young lad, so when I thought that he was wise enough I gave him command while I ventured out to find knowledge and peace in my travels.

However I stayed in touch with Braxis and it saddened me what he did to the order but it was no longer my place to speak or confront him about it. Now that he is gone I wish to help the order once more, I can help us become true to our faith

 

Aegor gestures his hands to the man, offering a slight grin, "It is wonderful to have you then, llir. Your opinions could very much aid the order's regrowth."

 

 

Ivanus descends from his home once more as the mortals try to take affairs into their own hands, soon after arriving at the meeting and bursting in.

 

"No."

 

Aegor simply looks confused a moment, before speaking to Ivanus, "So, you'd prefer the death of countless people for little purpose other than for some reason which we do not know? Do tell, friend. Why exactly do you say no? A reunited order is a better order, we're here to defend the descendants, and even the kharajyr from the Dark Ones. Setherien was merely the first, much more is coming."

 

Cheza stands back, keeping herself hooded and quiet as she merely listens to the others as per usual. She stares at the faces of all those who are present trying to memorize any she doesn't know.

Looking up at the sudden "No" she lets out a soft laugh before resuming her silence.

Aegor turns slightly, offering a somewhat annoyed glare to Cheza, before turning back to Ivanus. He does not know of Hosper's presence. 

[Xerxes_XIII 2 200]

A man dressed in a heavy red coat meanders into the conglomeration, hood pulled up to hide his features from sight, and shield him from the rain. The man wanders towards the southern side of the room and takes a seat against the wall, pulling off the large coat to reveal the striking features of an Easterner dressed in a simple black vest and stained white shirt.

 

Haruki listens and observes in silence, unusual eyes of a pale pink flicking from one person to another as he takes note of each statement. 

[Jake the Dog 290]

Jakir slowly makes his way in, each step chinking as his heavy armor grinds as he walks. The worn symbol of the order still shown, as he takes a seat at the back. Running his hands through his hair and across his beard. As he leans back in the seat, closing his eyes. Simply listening now to the people talking. Waiting should anything happen that might require someone of his talents.

[dandan1350 479]

"I say no for simply put during the times of Setheriens great darkness as all clerics seem to fret of not a single one of the order  but a few such as Jakir and Mandru was found on its  front lines with me. They do not deserve to hold the title of a cleric or follow its way of life, nor does this order need to be bastardized anymore then it already has with more sin, disruption, bad reputation and utter failure."

 

"And as to who I am, I am Ivanus, Itharel of Judgement and previous leader of the clerical order and current residing champion of the Custodians. I am Tahariaes will imbued into a once mortals body."

 

The man slowly lowered his hood down to reveal a heavily scarred and war-torn face of what would once have been the face of a young elf. Forcing a gleeful and polite smile as he moved to take a wall to lean against.

[AndrewTech 3334]

Into the room bursts an aging human man. His hair is pure white, and his eyes the color of electric blue. The man's expression is that of a purely annoyed one. He wears a white robe, decorated with a golden medal and other ornaments of days past.

 

"I know NOT who you are," He growls towards the one whom called the meeting. "And though I know this not, you claim to be a cleric. Curious..."

The High Cleric Mandru VonSchlichten goes to lean against the wall next to Ivanus.

"To all, I am the High Cleric Mandru, ordained by the Itharel to watch over the Order. Though... this has not been going well.

I am here to provide my insight and my comments, and answer any questions any of you may have about the current state of the Order. However... the Itharel and, by extension, Tahariae himself are the final authority. I am, but their servant."

 

Mandru awaits any questions.
 

[ThanksChris 605]

Keaton stands alongside the gathered men, having been informed of the meeting as well. He listens those who speak before him patiently, before giving his own opinion. 

 

"Greetings, friends and companions. I am Keaton Mantel. I have been undergoing my trials for several years now under the guidance of Jakir, however I cannot say as I was present during the 'Golden Age' of this glorious Order. I have heard a fair few stories, however, from Clerics of the old worlds, and I revel in these tales of the great strength and camaraderie it seems we once possessed. I revel at the thought of protecting the virtuous descendants of this world, in the glory of smiting tainted and wicked creatures, and in preserving the ideas of righteousness, and Tahariae's will in what ways we are able. I believe that in some way, we all share this desire to render our services, and better this world we inhabit. 

 

It seems to me however, that the Order has unfortunately fallen into a state of disarray since these times of old, and while many can still proudly and honourably call themselves Clerics, the lack of communication and organization that we face these days plagues and detriments us greatly. I believe that it would benefit us greatly in our noble and mutual goals if we would unite, as one single body once again. To institute a revisited set of guidelines, and revitalize the cooperation our Order once possessed. To revisit the question of leadership, and to regain our strength as a unified and benevolent force, that we may call upon one another in need, and together fulfill our greater potential as healers and protectors. 

 

I will admit, I believe it would be a deed of great dishonour to oust Mandru from leadership against his own judgment, save in the case that he were dead, or missing. But I myself have never spoken personally to him, and from what I gather, he has been largely absent as of late. I believe that before drastic action is taken, it is imperative that he is either asked to relinquish his leadership willingly, and subsequently that we meet to establish new leadership, or that his word is obtained that he will more actively engage himself in our cause, and assist us in this revival of our Order. In saying this I mean no disrespect towards you, High Cleric. I only wish to see that the Clerics are able to achieve their potential.

 

As to how these goals can be reached, I believe this issue can be discussed once we have a broader idea of where the Clerics of the Order stand. Thank you for lending your ears."

 

Promptly, he crosses his arms, taking a few steps back and glancing about the group to await any response.

[The Templar 195]

The air would be heavy with a conspicious lack of a cleric. The former Council of Light would all be in attendance, save their most zealous member. She would not show up, no longer how late the meeting dragged. The commanding presence of Lenia, would leave an almost palpable effect upon the atmosphere, to the senior clerics. Tahariae's most devout, had not come..