A Light Guiding Home

[dandan1350 479]

The untidy halls sat empty, dirty and dust coated sets of armour lining the walls where once proud knights were posed to stand watch over the orders lands rested in their everlasting slumber. The rusted and grime coated gates were partially raised as far as the old mechanism would allow and faint but large bootprints had swabbed away a trail of a man walking into the once abandoned keep. The very same night the castle had been invaded by a foreign entity restless nights would fall over clerics of all. A vision, a dream more so would flood their sleeping minds more vivid than any other. They would find themselves within the deeps of a dark forest before a flash of blinding light erupted and before them stood a beautiful and elegant stag of pure white coat. The eerie quiet of the forest broke shortly after as a soft whisper guided through the air.

 

 

“To where the orders once stood as brothers, ascend the mountain and meet your lost brothers.”

 

The voice paused as the stag turned on its heels and made way into the forest.

 

“You are summoned.”

 

The light faded and darkness consumed your rest once more, the dream over.

 

-(~)-

 

Should one have heeded the call of this vision they would notice the beacons that were before unlit and dead now bright and alive, piercing cloud and sky to erupt into the heavens in a beautiful white light. They would step further up and begin to notice the majesty of the old keep was gone, replaced with a dark and eerie feel to its surroundings now. Lack of life evident besides where one man had done his best to clear rubble and brush from the path that were stacked up to the side.

 

 

The only room left with open doors was a large hall sporting paned glass windows of epic proportion, a story to be told on each pane of glass.  Around the room sat several dozens of mats, simple rugs of fabric that were separated up into quadrants. One section sporting only five rugs itself, two already occupied by a resting being in simple silver and crimson toned robes who sat legs crossed and deep in meditative thought and another by a older human in simple robes resting the same as the other. The mats were obvious for their use and were separated up into four different genres: The Clerical order, the Chantry, the Itharel and the independent clerics of no allegiance. Once you entered the men did not pay attention to you they only waited longer before more arrived.

 

 

((This I felt was a needed regroup and recalling to get the diverse and conflicting clerics back on the same track as each other, running the same race. Even if you’re trying to run ahead of us ;) and yes this is for all connected clerics. ))

[Aagaron 124]

Arden snaps upright in his bed, looking around to see his brothers in the Chantry move likewise. He looks between them for any explanations, but decides to instead roll back into bed and discuss it further in the morning.

[Lyuin 65]

Lyuin Avern wrung his gloved hands with a slow and oddly thoughtful motion. As if the action was simply something to occupy his idle body as he stood mulling the command over. The answer was simple: He had to ascend to the mountain. He smiled softly at the thought of visiting the place he once called home and potentially seeing his cousin again. A game of Chess would be well overdue. With that in mind, he turned on his heel and begun to make a mental checklist of provisions, their cost and travel time. 

[Avacyn 1712]

The Savoyard lord stood in his cellar, the dim light of a wavering candle casting a flickering orange glow over the stone room. An old armor stand rested in the far corner, a once-proudly-polished suit hung upon it. Long-forgotten memories were encased within the steel like a coffin, buried beneath a thick layer of dust and cobwebs which served as the proverbial six feet of earth. But as the scarred man stared, and stared at the relic of his past, the memories began to surface. 

"Perhaps... another pilgrimage." he murmured to himself, and he took a step forward, brushing his fingers across the sun-embroidered tabard. 

[Braxis 813]

Simple silver robes with a thing sapphire blue trim dawned with the symbols the Clerical Prophet of War. He, the older one of the two already sitting and awaiting thier fellow brothers and sisters of the Clerical arts sat there waiting. The halls remained silent and empty as the two simply sat and meditated. Soon the silence was broken by the elder cleric lightly muttering the Hymm of the Original Clerical Order, a Hymm not heard since the days of Aegis, Asulon, forgotten in the times of the third world traveled by the wayward sons and daughters of Aegis.
 

"Long before the dead ones roamed

And People learned of Noble Lines

Causing them to walk up high

Ascend the stair way of seven skies"

 

"Before this time of dark now here

The Clerics walked throughout the world

Spreading Light and bringing cheer

They made the Heavens seem so near."

 

But then One day they faded from mind

There names forgotten, thier lives behind

The Rise of Undead was casting fear

The bright Ascended brought new cheer."

 

"BUt now the Ascended can't do it all

Thier Light not enough, we need more lest we fall

So spring the order, springer the order of light.

Its fight shall not stop till all have the light."

 

"The goal is simple, the motto is clear

A light in all places lets no darkness near.

So rally O' Aegis, rally together

Be a light in the world, Creators beacon forever."

 

As the Hymm ends the elder Cleric went silent once more, his ancient staff of the War Cleric resting in his lap. Etched within the metal staff marks of old, marks of the order, and marks of the third prophet of Tahariae thought to be lost. His eyes open as the voice rings through his ears. In an aged, raspy voice he spoke. "They call has been sent my once pupil, now we wait and pray." He let loose a deep breath through his lips before his eyes shut once more and he began meditating again.

 

(2,700 post even never posting again)

[Ventusyr 233]

The eye of Heshakomeu Sohae opened immediately after the end of the dream. For a moment, the mali'aheral stared at the sprucewood walls of his new home in Cerulin. The images of his Lord and His command replayed in the priest's mind for several minutes before he slowly sat up.

 

"... And I answer your call, Tahariae," whispers Heshakomeu. He slides out of bed and grabs his ritual candles, medallion, wand, several loaves of staling travel bread, and, finally, his carbarum staff. "May Thy Light guide my path."

 

Heshakomeu takes care to lock his door before heading off into the mountains, following the beacon. His quest for wisdom was about to be fulfilled.

[IcyJazzy 6]

Neo wakes up to the vision something new to her, she looks around from the bed biting her lip as she looks to Jakir. 

 

Neo packs her things for the trip, giving him a kiss on the cheek before she takes off.

[Gathius di Silvari 73]

Mia de Silvarois smoothed her dress down, running fingers over the clerical symbol adorning it. The old home called. The old hallowed halls called. She would ascend at least one more time, smiling slightly, eager to see her friends and bathe in the light of the sun rising over that mountain. "I'll be happy there..."

[Dromui 755]

Skale stares silently from the window of his tree home, his gaze on that of elder trees and a gorgeous waterfall. Gently he grasps his pack from the table beside him and sets it comfortably upon his shoulder, scarf soon following suit. The pale cleric sets out in silence, eyes forward as he marches onward. Only a sense of foreboding is seen within his one good eye.

[GodEmperorFlam 3447]

Katari blinks a few times, rubbing his eyes afterwards as he awakens. His mind ponders the vision as he remains in place for a few minutes. "Very well..." He mumbles to no one in particular, sliding out of bed before beginning to gather a few essentials. A few hours later, he scratches his cheek idly, grumbling to himself as he bids his family goodbye. Trudging off down the main road, his armor clanks with each step, but is drowned out by a joyous humming that emits from Katari.

[dandan1350 479]

Daniel sighed as he rolled his neck and opened his eyes finally from the long hours spent in complete silence and stillness. Peeking about to the now filling mats clerics and Chantry men he gave a small nod and rose from his mat. Stepping up and entering into the middle of the four quadrants.

 

"To the assembled I welcome you to these old halls once more with less then pleasant problems to present to you. But I also come with demands, demands that will be met. I have spent decades serving this order since the times of Anthos when I swore myself from blade and took up life as a priest under Hosper and Sirius training however as always in this world blades are needed more then healers as I was forced to take up arms once more under a much more holy name of Tahariae and so I have until this day. And what I wish to speak to you now of is the descent and bastardization of the order that has dragged itself across the dirt just to survive since our leaving in the Fringe lands when I went to serve with the Golden Lance in hopes to destroy Setherien. I was succesful but found upon my return others has taken up the mantle and I was disliked by many in the order, these 'priests' as some would dare to title them were disrespectful and denying of me and so I left once more to serve permanently under another guidance. His name was Jack. Time past and further the order fell into the shadows, its only strong point being where it merged into the Sacred light and our bond with our sister order was stronger then ever before as was our power but of course that soon came to an end when internal conflicts erupted of the two orders different moralities and we were forced to separate and go out into the world again with what little numbers we had left. But enough with my history, I'm sure my friend here could have told you more pleasant and well worded stories then myself. 

 

I came here to make my demands heard and followed without little question so first I shall address, the Chantry. Your order is well guided, strong in nature and moral. You are both bladesmen and healer, a perfect combination needed for this world and I have no seen you misstep once besides the most recent declaration of your order - The Boycott. I understand your reasoning and being against those who would banish Tahariae from their lands but we cannot and will not simply give in and allow an entire nation to succumb to darkness whilst we stand in our homes sulking and moping that we cannot spread our light further. Even if they will not let us cross their border then we will guard their border so that no evil may ever cross it. I will not let another boycott be attempted, the last led to the tainting of nearly an entire nation and it is against our patrons will. End the boycott and resume your normal activities, you have only tainted your name with these actions and only just arriving into this world will not give you a good presentation. 

 

Secondly I shall address the issue of the second order, two issues in fact. Your religious teachings and followings along with the inclusion of heretics and cultists being allowed into your ranks but to also ascend into higher ranks. You know of who I speak and I will not present reasoning as I hope it is not necessary, purge them with all due haste and present their location to the us so we may break their connection to our patron or we will do so more forcefully and others will suffer for it. 

 

Onto the religious issues at hand I notice a lack of proper followings, learning of hymns and prayers and teaching of what being a cleric is about. We are followers of a god, not mercenaries who use his armaments so easily with such disrespect. I demand and will that the order is to under go extensive religious knowledge teaching and to have a liaison who I will pick placed within your order and high ranks to began exercising the importance of these teachings.

 

There are more issues to attend to this summoning but these are the first few I shall present for now, let them sink in."

[Dromui 755]

The ex-cultist turned cleric shifts awkwardly beside Lyuin. He clears his throat and takes a few step forwards, waving to catch Daniel's attention. 

"Here I am, I suppose."

[IcyJazzy 6]

Neo listens to Daniels speech, nodding slowly in agreement to his words.

 

She would look around after seeming worried for others.

[Jake the Dog 290]

Jakir had followed his fiancé to the meeting, staying back as he looks up to the castle he once called home. He sighed, knowing what good, and bad could come of his joining. He makes the climb once more, hand brushing over the quartz rail, as he hums a soft tune to himself, notable as the hymn of the clerics. The aged cleric had seen better days, his moments slow, but yet he climbed higher and higher, till he reached the gate. He stops to look at the craftsmanship of the castle, till an impressive sight to see. He would make his way inside, moving towards the group of people gathered inside. Looking to each face with a soft smile. His sunken eyes showing he is much worse. "Brothers, sisters." his voice is soft, not needing any louder. "I spent my life with you, I may no longer have Tahariae's blessing, but I shall help how ever I can." he nods gently to the group, moving to stand by Neo.

[MrJoshy 130]

Jack had silently approached the areas, listening silently. He nods, thinking that the demands are somewhat reasonable. "That is doable," he says to the air itself, leaning on his staff laxedly. "Spare the teacher that he has chosen to place within our order," he whispers to himself. "I follow the word of Him devoutly, and will teach it as is ordained." His voice goes quiet, unheard from anyone in the vicinity; as he had been appearing to be mumbling to himself sporadically.