The Clerical Order

[Raktar 140]

*Erius takes out a quill and paper, taking a seat and begins to write a note*

"Dear Clerics, I Erius wish to join you in your ways. I am a young human, no older than twenteh six."

*leans over to his bird cage, attaching a note to the bird and sending it off*

[hosper 77]

*Hosper awakes to find the letter waiting beside him. Blinking rapidly he quickly reads through it. He slowly rises from his home nestled in trees roots. He quickly writes a small note-

 

"My Prophet 

 

As always I am at your summons simply guide me to you and I shall be ready to serve.*a large ink blot from the quill sitting there for a while* I have not served my purpose for to long now our holy order must again be restored

 

Your Servant Hosper Blackthorn"

 

*Hosper then attaches the note to a small white bird with a golden breast before whispering "You know whom to find". He then releases the bird watching it fly as it goes before moving back into his home and packing*

[Major Dom 1297]

Cerene sits at a desk, staring blankly out the window. It has been three months since she came to the Imperial Palace. The royal family was very welcoming, and she managed to make some friends, but she could not honestly say she was enjoying herself. Gazing into the countryside of Abresi, she sighs longingly and begins to write.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=liO_Z8L-L7o

 

To the current Prophet of the Clerical Order,

 

I have a great interest in joining your ranks, and as of now my days are filled with the useless tasks that accompany a noble birth. If necessary, I am prepared to leave this life behind and devote myself to your cause. Please send a return letter by courier to be read by my eyes alone, as I do not wish that word of this reaches Edmund. He has already lost one family member.

 

Patiently Waiting,

Lady Cerene Stafyr

 

The letter is signed with an elegant hand and set inside a clean white envelope. Cerene then seals this with a wax image of the Stafyr Double-Cross and hands it gingerly to the young lady standing beside her, dressed in green and gold. Straightening her dress out, she stands, and walks briskly and daintily towards the throne room.

[Braxis 813]

[[Forum rp will endure the trails and oaths for now, Once the Magic is getting done it will be more in game and forums mixed all together, so lets get this started!]]

 

He stands at the Crossroads looking down the three paths his helmet on as usual. The Silver staff in his hand as he gazes upon the horizon as he silently taps his staff upon the gravel and road. Once he finishes he begins to mutter a hymm to himself. He then ceases once the hymm is finished. Gazing up now upon the sky watching his owl fly by time to time carry his letters to where the last spot of the pupils known to him. Each with a letter stating the following.

 

"Pupils, it is time to meet, make your way to the Crossroads of the nation with great haste. I shall wait but not too long for each to arrive. Then the Three tasks shall be given out for each to do. Then the oaths will be taken and progess will be made. But be wary many will have to forsake much and if any break the code of puritiy the patron themselfs will rip the power out of thy souls."

 

He sits down on the edge of the roadway holding his staff ever so tightly waiting, paitently.

[Major Dom 1297]

((So we do Forum RP for the time being?))

 

Cerene arrives at the Crossroads, a bit weary, and dismisses her escorts. She steps over to Braxis and speaks shyly, brushing a lock of hair from her eyes.

 

"You are the Prophet? I am Cerene Stafyr. I have come to join your most holy order."

[IrishPerson 693]

James Valkrae gets the letter delivered to him in his manor in Sherwood. As reads it, he smiles widely. He calls out to one of his bannermen.

 

"Get my horse ready, please."

 

The bannerman nods and returns with James' horse called Godwein.

 

"Here he is, my lord."

 

James smiles and nods.

 

"Thank you."

 

He mounts the horse and starts to ride towards the crossroads.

 

He arrives at the crossroads. A smile forms on his lips as he notices other people here. He gets off of the horse and walks towards the group.Once he gets to the group he bows deeply. Before speaking.

 

"My name is James of House Valkrae."

 

He says as he faces Braxis.

 

"It is a true honor to meet you, Ser."

 

He stands there awaiting what Braxis will say next.

[Samoblivion 531]

Leana recieves the letter and laughs in excitement. Before she has time to tell her brother where she is going, she heads down the westroad from Feldkirch to the crossroads. Her excitement grew in spades when she spotted the two figures at the side of the road. As she approaches she sees that they are a man and a woman. The man wears a robe and carries a staff and the woman a green dress. She also sees the escorts passing her are Stafyr House Guards who nod to her in salute as they pass.

 

Leana smiles slightly as she approaches the two, finally recognising the woman as Cerene Stafyr. She keeps a respectful distance and speaks.

 

"Greetings, Cerene. I haven't seen you in years, although I had heard you were seeking the Clerics. I assume you are here for the meeting as well?"

 

Leana holds up the two letters that were sent to her and bows her head in respect to the man with the staff. She seems at a loss for words at first.

 

"G-Greetings, honoured Prophet. I thank you for inviting me here and humbly-"

 

Leana pauses and composes herself.

 

"My apologies, ser. I have sort your order for many years now and... this moment of realisation is a little overwhelming."

 

She also nods in respect to the man who arrives after.

[Nug 1891]

*Rethu arrives a couple minutes behind Leana, standing behind the group, he coughs loudly, speaking loudly so he can be heard.*

"G-G-Greetings... Ser. My name is Rethu, thank you for meeting with us here, Ser."

*Rethu ceases talking, standing patiently as he awaits instruction.*

[Major Dom 1297]

Cerene turns to spot Leana, a smile forming on her soft features.

 

"Oh hello Leana! What a pleasure to see you here! Yes, I hope to join this order, and you as well?"

[Shadeleaf 757]

Jaden would grin at receiving the letter, gathering his few possessions and charging off to the cross roads. After quite a few days he would arrive.

Arriving he would notice the others, smiling some what and staying to the edge of the crowd, not wishing to interact and looking over his shoulder time and again to check for her

[Braxis 813]

The Prophet looks to the group as he slowly counts to himself as they greet him and others

 

"One...Two....Three...Four...Five...Where be the sixth?"

 

He shrugs only waiting a few more hours until they depart.

[Sovereign_of_Solaris 39]

*heads up to the Crossing seeing the group*

 

"Sorry If I'm late, but I'm here!" *she smiles nodding to the others

 

"I was looking for Aerin for my 3rd task..then I got the letter. I'm ready to go."

[Raktar 140]

*Erius arrives a 'tad' bit late, looking around at everyone "Sorry 'eh late!"

[Braxis 813]

Silently stands as he taps his warstaff upon the stone and gravel road three times loudly and slowly moves down the road showing the Pupils it is time to depart. He has waited and many showed, but yet not all. For any who show up late nor it may be impossible to find them on where they are going now. As the group follows the Prophet he lightly prays as he walks his head slightly lowered walking down the path. His staff glowing a faint silver like color while he keeps the pray going on showing the pupils to follow him and the light. Upon several hours of walking they reach the Tundra, the area is cold and bitter but a faint light can be seen in a what seems to be like a small walk across it. The Prophet points and ceases his prayers the light on his staff fading as he speaks

 

"There be the camp of the Clerics, and warmth and food, and shelter. It is meager to live off of. But it keeps one alive and safe. Follow and we shall begin the holy oaths. But be warned once ye travel across and take the oaths there is no turning back, and the oath will cause you to cut off all family, noble, and nation titles and the such. If ye keep them close or do not wish to lose them. Leave now and just keep your prayers strong and fight the good fight. But sadly the Powers of the patrons will never be yours"

 

He begins to make his way across the Tundra his praying begins again and the light form ontop of his staff glows brightly through the darken snowy skies.

[Major Dom 1297]

Cerene follows the mysterious Prophet willingly alongside the others. A light of adventure shines in her eyes, and her step is lively. When they reach the tundra, the Prophet turns and speaks to them. Cerene listens intently with worried eyes. However, although she was very fond to her friends and family, she steps toward the camp with posture and grace.