[!] A Congregation Of Clerics [/!]

[Teemo 29]

Senira Walks in taking a seat next to Jakir

 "What did I miss?"

[Tsuyose 3285]

A faint sigh gushes from Herun’s parched lips as the figure in golden clad gave his head a little shake, reluctantly following after Ivanus. A faint frown curls over his lips before parting his jaws and releasing a speech to the members before him.

 

“I have not been in this order for long, but I’ve brought your people onto my home and all I was given was disrespect. This is no Order, no family, barely anything. Your kin have many problems, such as hiding amongst the High Elves and keeping their powers secret. Your leadership isn’t respected, despite them being Tahariae’s will and both groups despise one another. I hate to say it, but this Order is crumbling, you could say that we might as well let those who practice the dark arts run wild and rampant with their taboo power, but are you so blind? They’re already out there, slaughtering, stealing, kidnapping, their people grow with each passing day. But soon, their power will falter. Something is being planned, however, it’s up to Daniel whether he wants to reveal this information or not.”

 

He pauses for a few, long moments before speaking his final sentence.

 

 

“This is no Order, this is a group of misfits. Other than that, I believe the Order should be abolished and re-created with oaths, set trials and the like."

 

He casts his gaze up towards the arrival of Senira.

 

"New Cleric?"

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

Quavinir rolls his eyes at Herun and shakes his head, obviously finding his speech completly and utterly nonsensical.

"Agh... Eez everehvone een zees room below aeverage eentaeleegahnce...?"

He asks legitamately.

"For I hear a grahnd deal of unzought-zrough nonsaense. I luke around, ahnd hear dramateeck ultimatahms, ahnd radeecahl statemaents zaet are laced veez saelfeesh vahnt ahnd ambeeshun." he turns to the left, not looking at anyone particularly.

"I hear pompous ahnd seeleh statemaents of people sayeeng 'LUKE, I DEED ZEES, NOW LEESTEN TO MEH!' vhile uzares say 'I DEED ZEES, AHND ZEES HAPPAEN' aez to prove point."

He looks over Harun for a moment, examining the Itharel spitefully before speaking up.

"Ahnd yate, pur deescussion here eez vain... You say aboleesh ordare ahnd remake eet...? Im preeeteh sure zere people who no go veez you, ahnd stay een 'old ordare' same vice-varesagh."

He grits his teeth. "Ahnd yate, een zees ordare vee call holeh vee aeksaept murdarers, ahnd creemeenahls, vee breeng een proud soldiers ahnd knights whom luke for gloreh ovare zere patrons veel."

He looks over the group of the clerics, a scowl on his face.

"So vereh vaell I say, zees debate eez uselaess. True veesdom veel onleh come from

zeh aenguls aet zees point..."

The pale man retuns to his place on the wall, his breathing a tad heavy.

[hellfiazz 879]

Buubztik delivers a note to Herun at the Clerics are meeting

 

"Senira's a spiderling! That's probably unholy or something! It's unnatural at any rate!

 

Also actions speak louder than words, and the youthful liveliness of new blood can often re-inject life into these kinds of things. However, make sure this new blood is properly screened and genuinely worthy. That is all."

[Jake the Dog 290]

Jakir Opens his eyes, glancing over to Senria and then to Herun, his voice speaks up clearly. "Shes with me. Keaton too." Jakir turns back, closing his eyes looking to the roof. Once again starting to whistle the Clerical hymm.

[ThanksChris 605]

Keaton looks to Quavinir with a slight frown, continuing on.

 

"I believe that you misunderstand the motives behind our discussion here today. I believe that all, or at least the majority of those who have come to speak do so with the best intentions for our Order in mind. While our various propositions may be related to issues we face independently, should it be that these issues are related to Clerichood, I wouldn't call it selfish to discuss them in such a meeting as this one. Quite the contrary, that is what we are here for. Personally, I believe we should continue this discussion with mutual respect in mind. 

That being said, you do bring up a relevant issue yourself. The thoughtless nature with which some are invited to our cause, and the lack of due examination that prospective trials face, allowing those with questionable motives to connect and access our collective resources. 

 

He looks to Herun as well.

 

"And you bring forth the issue of our inability to face such great adversity independently, which I believe has already been made a focal point thus far anyhow. Yes, the Order is in poor condition, but we are all gathered here now, are we not? This is progress we have not seen of late, and while we may not all be on the same page, we all agree that change is necessary. That is why I propose we discuss what change is needed, what sort of problems we face, and keep these things in mind as we consider our reformation. In this way, we can see to it that Tahariae's servants are well prepared to do their duty, in all ways that we can."

[AndrewTech 3334]

"Spiderling?!"

Mandru looks around, his expressing turning into a deep frown. His eyes narrow.

"...no matter.

In any case, few recruits are qualified for connections. Those who do make it often haven't the willpower to be taught either.

In addition to this, I teach only students whom I see potential in. I have only ever had two successful apprentices, one of which is here today. Why?

Because they were the most worthy and the most willing.

And there are few of us left other than myself left qualified to teach and connect new clerics... Jakir, Hosper, Daniel... Lenia, if she's still out there.

The point is, our numbers are low and always HAVE been low because there are so few teachers. And the few of these teachers who ARE around have IGNORED my policy of TELLING me about their apprentices before beginning lessons!

Good greif, SEND ME A LETTER OR SOMETHING! I'm not dead! Three quarters of everyone here I've never even SPOKEN to before!"

[Eledyr 85]

((I wish to point out that my character is also fit to teach and is in fact a very strong cleric since he has been one since the beginning of the order. This is not for boasting purposes but simple so that those whom do not know me because of my year away from the server know who I am. In addition to that if there are any question or if anyone doesn't  believe me just send me a pm))

*Eledyr looks confused, apperantly none of the attendant had heard his prior statement or they had chosen to ignore it*

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

Quavinir looks at Mandru, nodding.

"Haeck! Stahndeeng een zees room eez a pareson who stole taents from meh ahnd leeved veez naecromahnsare! Ahnd vone of zeh Izarael vonce claimed heemsaelf to me aez a psychoteeck murdarer!"

he looks around the room, eyeing each of the clerics crucially. "I say zees... vee need to do somezeeng about deeseepleen een zees ordare. I come een ahnd seh clereecks showveeng off zere blaesseengs to uzare clereecs sayeeng 'oh, luke aet meh! Luke aet meh makeeng holeh fie-yare!'"

he sighs, shaking his head.

"I say, I say, zeh onleh vay you bahnch cahn beh uneefied eez eef you're uneefied een your patron's name, ahnd een your patron's values..."

[dandan1350 479]

"Allow me to end this pointless bickering between brothers and sisters. The council has already decided the orders fate and will enact it once we are done with our final preparations. Leave it alone and allow us to work without disruption, you shall see soon our final decision."

[Lyuin 65]

Isaac Baelish enters, the visor of a steel close-helmet concealing his face. The robes he wears are familiar to Jakir, Mandru and other Clerics of the order. Glancing to each member and nodding curtly to Ivanus he adds softly. "I'm sorry for my lack of apt timing." 

 

Carefully he moves to the corner making note of the un-familiar Clerics waiting quietly for the word of a wizened Cleric like Mandru or the Itharel known better to Isaac as Daniel.

[Xerxes_XIII 2 200]

 

"Allow me to end this pointless bickering between brothers and sisters. The council has already decided the orders fate and will enact it once we are done with our final preparations. Leave it alone and allow us to work without disruption, you shall see soon our final decision."

 

 

Haruki rises again with an expression of tolerance,

 

"Whilst the Order respects your choices, Itharel, it seems I must be the one to point out that you and your brethren- save Hosper- have had no part in the Order's current happenings. Even I as an outsider can see that you have nigh abandoned these people. I'm afraid that I must question your authority to make such a decision, regardless of Tahariae's influence upon you."

[dandan1350 479]

"Then you need to look more clearly as you would see we have been involved with the order many a time, I have only been met with hatred and dismissal of my place in the order. For the face you place Hosper above my own involvement quite honestly hurts myself for all I have had to do behind the scenes for this order and away from prying eyes to solve its past problems and alliance issues. Only recently have I brought myself from helping them after I was blatantly called out as being out to grab power from the clerics after calling a meeting to discuss this very issue."

[Watyll 1104]

 

 

It seems that the council of clerics continues to progress without incident. Many bring up points, which are then shot down. These give rise to new points, which in turn give rise to new points. The cycle continues. Such discussion is usual at meetings like these. Certainly, without interruption, the Clerics would eventually reach a suitable solution. Indeed, the future looks brighter as the council convenes. Some speak of reorganizing the order. Others speak of disbanding the order altogether. Yet others merely wish for the disbanding of ranks and titles, letting all clerics work as equals. Each point has it's drawbacks and advantages. Yet- the clerics had forgotten one thing. Their enemies. Indeed, one of their most chief of enemies had yet to be mentioned at the meeting. This, of course, was not to be stood for. As the clerics continued to debate and discuss, a slight pressure begins to form within their minds. A tingle, as if something dark were approaching. A tainted something. With a sudden tearing sound and a shrieking sound piercing the air, a black and red portal opens up on the far side of the wall, near where Hosper Blackthorn sits. The wailing shriek continues, taking the clerics off guard. 

 

 

Wind and tendrils rip out of the dread aberration, forcing any that try to approach it back. Hosper stands to his feet, summoning a mighty force of light worthy of an Itharel's power. Unexpectedly, two Dread Knights storm out of the portal, recognizable as Dread Knight Scylla and Dread Knight Vaurca. The Itharel lets loose his mighty holy magic, stunning the Knights and bringing them to their knees. Then a third figure steps forth from the portal. Though the winds blast from the rip, his robes do not even move. His eyes, lacking pupils, latch onto Hosper and begin to trail a black mist. Hosper's in return begin to shine a golden white. In the Itharel's hand begins to form a golden globe. From the other creature's eyes black mist trails, wrapping around his arm down to his hand, in which a blackened obsidian spike begins to form. Hosper unleashes his light, brightly shining eyes narrowing. The creature replies by simply shooting forth the spike, as if it were an arrow loosed in flight. The light knocks the creature to his knees, and he shrieks in pain and tears at his pupiless eyes. In turn, Hosper convulses on the floor, seeing mad visions. The spike has pierced him just above the arm, before dissolving. The two Dread Knights move into action, Dread Knight Scylla grasping Hosper and throwing him over his shoulder, Dread Knight Vaurca rapidly helping the figure of their wounded director to his feet. They race to the portal as the clerics move from their stunned state and connect to their Patron. Hosper and Scylla disappear within, but the creature turns back to the assembled clerics and recites. 

 

"Savurr-e daz'abovul varrik nal'sek valasga-serthekhna

Savurr-e daz'sprek varrik nal'sek zpekar-qaril

Savurr-e daz'preda varrik nal'sek fikt-sisem

Undere yunya agonsh-talsh eg dakzolarrg frerhur."

 

The creature is then carried through the portal by the Dread Knight as the clerics let loose their holy light. The rip in space then closes, disappearing as if it were never there. The light hits against the wall behind it. All that is left is the bright red outline of a four pointed star. 

 

 

[7/24/14 4:21:47 PM] Watyll: We should have cultists abduct Hosper in the middle of that clerical meeting on the forums

[7/24/14 4:21:48 PM] Watyll: hue

[7/24/14 4:22:11 PM] Evan Hospur: Go for it :P

 

Thus begins a new event. Hopefully this weekend you gents can try and rescue papa Hosper :)

[dandan1350 479]

Ivanus turns to the portal, blinking a few times as Hosper is snatched away. "Which one of you **** wits forgot the wards around this place?"