A Light Guiding Home

[Ventusyr 233]

The high elf priest ignores Jakir, his gaze held on the Itharel. His argumentative energy seems to have been spent. 

[Dromui 755]

"So er... Has everyone calmed down and said their peace? It's time to await our grand Itharel's words, so we can continue on with this... meeting..."

 

With that, Skale once more goes quiet. He straightens his scarf before crossing his arms.

[Lyuin 65]

Lyuin mutters something under his breath as he slides both hands behind his back resting on the back of his belt. He sighs before murmuring "Was Daniel Baelish not a Mali who served in Oren and the Creator's name? A people and a Church whom could be associated to the death of hundreds..." He goes silent again before shaking his head and awaiting the judgement of those around him.

[dandan1350 479]

"Honestly you think I make these judgements myself? Tahariae commands me, I do not act against my will. And so he has come down and spoken to me and few others of this. Now to say I abandoned my post is to lie, I resigned and placed another in my stead while I took away and went to deal with more pressing matters within the realm then trying to lead an order that hated me. And I'm afraid you'd lose your wager towards Skale as I can assure you I've done more then this order has since it was put together. Though I am glad to hear of the new hymns that are to be produced. As for spending my time in Avalon then tends to happen when you live there."

 

He brings his attention towards Jakir.

 

"And if you were so true about being in service of Tahariae you would not reject his voice like you do now. Do not turn this into more conflict. Take your leave if you will."

 

He brings his attention towards Heshakomeu now with a nod and a sigh.

 

"Before my time serving I was a man of a bloody past, an executioner of the now crumbled Oren empire and a knight of the people. I killed many for their crimes and do regret my actions. I have faced and continue to face trials and punishment for my actions. But what I never did was work with ruinous power. That is something I shall never do.

 

Now I can continue with the second part of this meeting or shall we continue attacking and insulting the messenger? As you all seem to have some belief that it was I who summoned you here and I who makes these demands. It is your patron who does this, that is why we all received the vision to assemble upon these peaks."

[Tsuyose 3285]

 

 

A lone Paladin draped in ivory robes slips through the rusting, iron gates. The crystals of Kedameth suddenly flare, pulsing in power as one of their founding fathers return.

 

'Bang...' 'Bang..' 'Bang.'

 

The sounds of footsteps draw close to the group as the ethereal figure advances down the halls of his previous home, gaze drawn up as he arrives at the meeting spot. Right arm elevated, hand clutched at his dirty hood which is then tucked down, revealing his brilliant, golden hair. Herun Athna, having only just returned from his imprisonment within the wretched realm of Iblees and having escapes the dirty clutches of an Undead.

 

"Ivanus."

 

He mutters in greeting, providing the Itharel with a bob of his head before ushering himself forward and through the crowd and halting beside Ivanus before twisting to face the crowd. Tattoo's have been carved into Herun's face and body, ones resembling Jack's however, his would be golden in color.

[Ventusyr 233]

Heshakomeu inclines his head in a bow to Herun as he enters, then looks back up at Daniel. "Indeed. This is not the time to discuss our failings or accomplishments in the past. What has the Pure One summoned us here for?"

[Braxis 813]

The Aged cleric pulled down his hood, his icy blue eyes scanning all of the bickering arrivals slowly shaking his head disapproving on how separated, and how childish some clerics have become. He muttered lightly to himself "Why" for a moment before he stood gripping the Metal War-Staff of Tahariae's Prophet in hand. His once light brown hair is now aged silver and white, although his skin yet fair. As the aged cleric stood a necklace dangled from his neck the symbol of the Prophet of Justice, the last prophet of The Order and First of Tahariae. A brilliant silver with golden details and four blue gems matching the symbol of the order of old. His calming gaze looked over the room once more before focusing on Katari.

 

"You best listen to the Itharel, it does not matter of your personnel opinion young one but the opinion of our patron. I remeber the struggle the clerics faced when the Aengul's left us, and we all scavanged and clung to what little holy power was left within our world. Until Tahariae was discovered by the Prophet of Justice. When I approached by the voice of justice and purity itself, Tahariae had blessed us with power once more for Tahariae was the Aengul that saw the order reborn and I was the herald, the prophet. Tahariae's voice does indeed echo from Daniel, as a witness to his dark pass but redeemed and now brings justice and purity. Although at times, justice is a cost that will have gruesome prices, he is willing to take that price and they haunt him to his grave. Such as I did in the days of old, our job to keep the land with holy justice and purity is not an easy road. But daring to back talk one of the Patron's voices gives our patron reason to strip their blessings from you young one. Be wary with your words, for going against the Prophet of Justice, the Ithariel, and even your fellow clerics greater or lesser is an act that Tahariae does not like. If you continue to allow your personnel views to give you disfavor to Taharie's favor, then you do not deserve our patrons respect."

 

His words finished, his voice was calm and soothing but it the echo made his voice loud and being able to be heard by all.  "Remember our powers are a blessing, and a privilege not a right. You turn against your brothers, sisters and patron and the Light will see you stripped of that privilege." His gaze then turned to Jakir.

 

"If you are truly still loyal to Justice, and Purity even though you admit to not having Tahariae's favor, either giving up your blessing and bearing the scar of removal on your willingly or forced. Then I ask kindly, listen as if you continue to fight and bicker only proves otherwise. Actions over words prove loyalty, when the time comes prove to the Itharel. Tahariae will guide you and justice will be done. Thus, loyalty proven." With his words finished he sat back down, his hood remaining down and his etched staff resting within his lap. His gaze staying steadfast with his calm features gazing forward not at anyone specifically.

[Jake the Dog 290]

Jakir smiles softly, sighing deeply. His voice weak, and soft.  "I only wished to help, it's why I joined in the first place, if you wish for me to leave. Then I shall." he looks down, turning to Neopolitana, moving to hug her tightly. "I'll wait outside, stay safe my love." he turns to the rest of the group. "I have seen many, if not all of you grow and rise through the ranks, learning and getting better with each day. You made me proud." he turns, moving towards the door. "You know how to reach me, should you need to." with that, the old man takes his leave, each footstep echoing out as he departs.

[Heero 4092]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.