Clericbane

[Rig 17591]

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“We live in a dark and romantic and quite tragic world” 

...It was a lonely evening, though there was a lurking chill as a desolate figure garbed in black and silver, and gold traversed the worn roads of Urguan. The cleric cast his eyes on a forlorn structure nearby, what had once been a castle but was now simply a large spire discarded long ago by those whom had long inhabited it. Ramza Mantisuku simply shrugged his shoulders, and began to step for the pillar and its luminosity, he froze as the supposed locals continued to chant. A hand drifted towards the pommel of his longsword, alert as his posture grew incredibly still. “Il do'moud aldunr, vadenl. Pulveeg.”   Ramza crouched behind the stones, unsheathing his sword. He then rose with his sword in hand, his fingers woven around the holy blade’s hilt as he lifted it into a mid-guard. The figure clad in black shifted his weight and turned, before the Templar next to him grabbed his shoulder. “Vhorr’kalan mez aekr eim ta,” the armored figure bellowed, before gesturing to the stone and Ramza. It does not matter, thought Ramza, this fight would be his victory either way, whether or not it had a second person involved.

 

 

And so the fight began, Kalan’s eyes flashing a staunch onyx as Ramza’s flashed a vibrant silver hue, the forces of good and evil once again clashing as four corpses lifted themselves from the ground and descended on Ramza with their blades raised. The risen carcasses spread out, and the Necromancer’s hand lifted itself skywards. Ramza pivoted and released a blast of holy fire which lit the creature aflame and it crumpled to the dirt like a rag doll. He swiveled to the side as his blade rose to parry that of the orc’s before he stumbled.

   The orc carcass raised its greatsword upwards and prepared for a clean downwards slash before Ramza drove his sword into its gut. The beast suddenly slammed its knee into Ramza’s chest and the experienced war-cleric staggered from the momentous force, a hand drifting to his gut and one of his snapped ribs. He moved forward as he jabbed his sword into the creature’s neck to send it flying to the ground, before he placed himself firmly above the orc to plunge the sword into its neck. The carcass simply shuddered before growing still, Ramza grimaced and pulled himself off of the creature before suddenly two corpses tackled him to the floor. He struggled as his grip on the sword slackened it leaving his grasp as he released a hoarse cry, his expression growing agonized as driblets of blood ran down his armor.

Ramza’s form stilled as suddenly the stygian mist latched itself onto him, one of the beasts tackling him repeatedly ramming into him and delivering blows to the side of his head. Kalan’s pupils grew jagged as his fingers curved upwards. Ramza rasped for breath, before losing consciousness amidst the corpses. It was then that the conflict ceased, and the Templar took a step over with bindings in hand-- the War Cleric had been taken.
 

[Rig 17591]

[[ Wrote this when I was really tired, probably going to peer over it again tomorrow and fix any grammatical problems- tl;dr Ramza's been kidnapped. ]]

[ℤ∃ʁ∅ 823]

 

(Thanks for the rp help in taking a character break! Gives the clerics something to do or a line up. )

[AGP 3169]

"I don't like Clerics," comments Bertrand randomly. He blinks a few times before going back to his evening meal.

[EmbryoGod 823]

Selrik looks up from a long contract he'd been writing on his desk, and takes his glasses off. "I should probably do more with my life than what I'm doing now," he says, looking back down to his contract and sighing.

[Farryn 860]

Spoiler

 

The cleric temple remained silent that day, the halls silent and still. Yet by the altar, where the fires burn bright, a single cleric  knelt down onto on one knee. She remains quiet, as if deep in thought. Still like a statue but with an air of calmness to her. Then, she recites a prayer, one she has memorized off heart. One in the tongue of  Flexio. One that held such meaning to her and truly showed her devotion.

 

'O Tahariae

Iuravi dedicationem

Iuravi tueri infirmi autem.

Iuravi ponere alii antequam glorificetur,

lumen super tenebra,

bon super malum.

ad tibi, animae meae dedico

ad tibi, cor meum.

servio tibi usque in aeternu,

in vitam et in mortem.

Ego servus tuus, in devota et pura meum.

Haec est dies gloriae tuae, O Tahariae'

 

The cleric then paused the moment she last word was said. Her head lifting to the flames as she could feel a sudden unease within her. As if something was twisting her stomach into a knot. The cleric rose up to her feet, understanding something had happened. She turned, watching the entrance of the temple as a gentle breeze rolled through, catching her strands of hair and coat tail within its grasp.

 

"...Ramza... I don't know where in the seven skies you are... but you better stay safe during your journey... Now that the clerics lack their guildmaster... I will take up that place till you decide to return to us... to lead on from where you left off..."

 

The cleric reached down, grabbing hold of a crimson red sheath that was next to her. She examined the hilt of the weapon it held, the metalwork in the form of two kestrels overlapping each other with a ruby in the middle. With a deep sigh, she rose up, walking towards the entrance.

 

"Tahariae's messenger had come to myself, Hesh, and three others... and delivered His message... change will come, unity will be reforged... and we will suceed where the other past orders of clerics had fallen... In Tahariae's name and power, I swear I will not allow our chance to fall while the oppontunity remains... even if it costs me my own soul...!"

 

Elvira Mantisuku left the temple that day, her only remaining eye filled with the flames of determination and hidden rage. She knew what she will do and how she will do it.

The clerics will rise and flare into a new dawn.

 

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((Hey Aerial, Elvira called, said she wants her husband back in one whole piece or else she will [eventually] come and get him back. Still, looking forward for what this will bring for us clerics. Ramza gone, Elvira stepping up and taking charge [well, his lead] in the order, and some change will happen!)

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Translation of prayer

Spoiler

 

Oh Tahariae

I swore dedication

I have sworn to protect the weak.

I swore to put others before honor

light over darkness,

good over evil.

to you, I dedicate my life

to you, my heart.

I serve you forever,

In life and in death.

I am thy servant, in the pure and devoted heart of my sight.

This is the day of thy glory, O Tahariae.

 

 

[Rig 17591]

Somewhere in the depths of the earth rested  the black-clad Gareth Hawthorne, his mask placed on the altar. His teeth chattered, pupils dilating as he fixated his gaze on the worn runes of the mask. "Fear the Old Dark, for far too long has the light gone unchallenged... and so the realm rises from its knees to annihilate the  weapons of the gods. Soon... no peace, no rest, soon. Hazk Nal Malekith." 

[arakrsptec 171]

The spear in his hand clumped against the ground of the crumbled stones, echoing through the empty ruins that surrounded the bloody stone altar. "Deth'reker varys arok kazad," The Templar spoke, watching a drop of blood fall into the stone crevices. 

[tilly 5115]

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