[First Light] Piercing Rays

[Frisket 4538]

A shield maiden glances to the sky once more. The piercing ray which somehow breached the clouds.

 

”So they are finally ready…”

[Sup3rGuy1 98]

 

Selwyn pauses construction of the new keep momentarily. The Vindicator's gaze shifts as he spins around, caught between these blinding rays and the radiant sun rising to the east. The vast ocean, expanding before him, mixes, seemingly a pure sheet of flame reflected in his eyes. He answers to both, horizon and heaven, as they now meld into one before him.

 

" ʟɪᴛᴜʀɢʏ ɪꜱ ᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴀʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ "

 

 

[TheWyrdWolf 1532]

One of the last living servants of Aeriel sat silently atop a hill overlooking the churning waves in the bay below. Those churning waves and the all consuming abyssal darkness below were a sign of the changing times. Though her body had grown old, weak, she still found ways to serve.

But for now, The Last Sage sat in silence and enjoyed what she expected to be the last moment of quiet she would enjoy for some time.

[BonesOfTheEarth 2252]

"Are you still here?" Tam'naeuth, once-cleric of Tahariae, mutters aloud.

[SwampWitchIRL 69]

 

 

Oʀᴅᴇʀ.

No vision came, no Light seen, yet she heeded the words of Richard, the Sacred Mission of the Sunlit Covenant was clear.
 

She was no Paladin of old, she bore no scars, no marks of distinction. Yet she would be one now, the torch of Order had not been snuffed, into the dark she would humbly carry it.
 

Grindstone against steel, alchemicals consecrated, bolts fletched, liturgies recited. Her calling, to walk the path of Marian Cross had led her here, to take up the mantle of Gold.
 

To prove herself worthy of the title bestowed upon her, to avenge her fallen brethren
 

The Eight-Pointed Star upon her tabard, upon her banner, readied for the war ahead.
 

"Liturgy is our Salvation."

Edited January 29 by SwampWitchIRL

[MrMojoMordor 2413]

A Shaman in Rivense, missives & bills before his tired eyes - would suddenly notice The Light behind his closed window intensify, stray rays piercing through the gaps & washing over his hand, hitting the Lunarite Ring on his finger. The Light blinds the poor goblin for a brief moment, making him call out in anguish & annoyance.

A voice joins the quiet murmur of the Spirits in the back of his mind, louder than any other.
A prophecy received, along with a pounding headache.

[Random 1690]

 

Purity was no foreign concept within the white walls of Minas-Aradar, a temple of the Aengul Malchediael in all but name. Illuminated by his holy white flame, its grand halls had stood stalwart in the face of evil. Where the blood of the innocent had once rendered its marble red, slaughtered in the grand quest to eradicate that which is unholy, it appeared all but flawless now.

Within one of its towers, towering over the royal capital of Alduun, awoke Adûnakhôr, a prince who had not drawn high elven blood himself, yet had aided in the fanatical slaughter in the name of the forces of good. A radiant aura engulfed the aspiring templar as he rose from his sleep, the vision still before his eyes. It had been the second time this year that strange, beyond-natural dreams had taken hold of him - first the visions of Aegis lost, now the words of the antlered majesty.

"Purity’s rays shall in time pierce the night", he murmured, echoing part of the divine prophecy as the blazing aura slowly faded.

Beyond the reports of necromancers and other darkspawn piercing the High Kingdom’s border, this had once again served as a waking call, a reminder of their eternal war against evil. A meeting with the High Justiciar was in order.

[Wulfric 472]

Obok Metaldrinks the elemental witchdoctor, one not usually prone to prophecies anymore since switching his path from the farseer,  was on his way home after a walk along the golden coast when the rainy clouds in the skies parted and shone down bathing the lands in radiant light, his first thoughts of it being the work of a lesser between Aztran the sun and Scorthuz the cleanser was quickly dispelled as he recalled stories of the Stag Lord.

He knew that aengul would be trouble later on, but for now he took some comfort in the silver lining that the servants of darkness was gonna have even more on their platter to deal with.

''i oug'ta read t'at book again... maybe t'e Clerical Eye 'as some answers''

[Papa Rock 2400]

The Starbreaker stares.

 

"There es noh room for foreign powers. . ."

 

There is no welcome in his voice, nor is there malice. 

[Beardicuss 486]

Thriku Frostbeard was recovering from a hangover after a 36 hour bender when the light came down causing the young Dwed to scream in agony and fall to the ground clutching his skull the flashbang causing his migraine to worsen 

Edited January 29 by Beardicuss
added a bit more detailing

[Apotolofo 2204]

 

Hera rises from her bed, opening her eyes to the morning rays of dawn. 

 

The vision filled her with a sense of calm- perhaps even hope.