The Cleric Charge

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Art shrugs.

"For all I know you're probably the cultists in another form. Why hide your faces, dress in black? Take the fort so efficiently? You must TRULY be gods amongst men. Or is the entire situation too convienient to anyone~?"

[Octavion 16]

Art shrugs.

"For all I know you're probably the cultists in another form. Why hide your faces, dress in black? Take the fort so efficiently? You must TRULY be gods amongst men. Or is the entire situation too convienient to anyone~?"

 

Benedict shakes his head before speaking up.

 

"Do you truly think we, of the Creator, are cultists in some disguise? That is one of the craziest conspiracies I've ever heard. Suddenly all who don helms are cultists who are just hiding? That is ridiculous. We have several of the corpses remaining, who I'm sure you could identify. On top of that, I would easily denounce the Dark Fiend Iblees to your face, for I and the others are nothing like those heathens. We took their keep and killed them for the Creator not because we are Gods ourselves, but the true God blessed us on the day of battle."

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

Benedict shakes his head before speaking up.

"Do you truly think we, of the Creator, are cultists in some disguise? That is one of the craziest conspiracies I've ever heard. Suddenly all who don helms are cultists who are just hiding? That is ridiculous. We have several of the corpses remaining, who I'm sure you could identify. On top of that, I would easily denounce the Dark Fiend Iblees to your face, for I and the others are nothing like those heathens. We took their keep and killed them for the Creator not because we are Gods ourselves, but the true God blessed us on the day of battle."

"True God? Vhat can you show us to prove your god eez more true zen Hosper's patron, because I tell you, All you have claimed eez zat your baetter zen us, ahnd zat vee are heazens, ahnd you follow true god, vhile veareeng hoods, ahnd menaceeng armor." Quavinir says angrily, his redstone tattoos flaring up under his cleric uniform, and on his visible hands.

[Swgrclan 2682]

Having made way into the vicinity whilst the heated debate ensued, Eventide Inquisitor and Grand-Knight Viktor Delacroix, clad in his suit of darksteel armor which bears the crest of the Dominion, had been watching the discussion ever since Benedict had made continuous effort at sharing his piece. Moments after Quavinir spoke, the plate-clad inquisitor stepped forward and eyed him with an unseen gaze; his voice resounds from his helmet, tinged with bitterness, although retaining a neutral monotone:

"One may always over-analyze how things come to be, Cleric, but over-analyzing things does not prove them to be either incorrect or correct as much as quarreling and groaning about them does. My comrade - and forgive him for his harsh input - is closely bound to the Good Lord is easily disgruntled by blatant insults that entail that the God he has followed for decades now alongside his brothers-in-faith does not exist. The same emotions would settle unto you if we made the same claims, officially, but the Eventide Knighthood acknowledges the fact that other deities exist in this plane of existence. We were not created to whine about you so you may do the same to we.

We are your allies. If we wore horned skulls and wielded blades of flame, it would not reflect upon our goals and motives. To jump to such conclusions to call us cultists when we were the ones that, out of strategy and wit, annihilated them and lowered their numbers drastically, is taking too many steps forward."

His head cranes, a glare beneath his black visor settling on Artimec.

"It is not in good faith that I say this, but you sound like you pull accusations out of your ass when you point fingers and say we may be the enemy. Pull yourself from such a disgruntled disposition -- holding the attitude of a vapid child will not earn you allies."

He turns back toward Quavinir and gives him a respectful nod, and then drags his eyes to settle on Hosper. His tone adopts a lighter demeanor; lacking of the bitterness it once had.

"The Eventide Knights rally to the cause of purging the threats of the North. Whilst we assist Malinor in it's.. southern problems, we will also focus upon the Dead North and make good effort to bolster the forces rallied to march there. In return I ask for no disrespect; I share what attitude is given unto my Faith, brethren and I; unlike Rosemen, we will not force our ways into the throats of innocents and hunt down 'edgies' like they had so eagerly in the past.

We must work together for this cause to render successful. Who is willing to halt such petty squabbles and fight alongside each-other as allies, and not bitter acquaintances?"
 

[Elindor 666]

Elindor wanders into the scene of horses, knights and steel. His humble wooden statf sticking above the heads of a crowd as it weaves toward an opening. A foot steps out and into a space before the Clerics. The old man bows low, his staff swinging wide as words fall from his bearded face.
"The guardians of light enter a city long shrouded in darkness and no one offers a reasonable welcome?"
He points his staff toward the farm district, speaking to the group.
"Your horses can either come with their men, though they may prefer to stay in the druid grove, meanwhile the Telrunya Winery offers you food and drink for the length of your stay."
He turns his gaze toward Hosper, speaking softly,
"Do not expect an immediate response from many but the long eared humans. I suspect you might be here for a while."

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

Avery makes no point to take any certain side of any particular argument, he makes no move to provide his own astute input. Instead, Avery simply watches and listens from afar, his brow furrowed thoughtfully as he does so.

[Ricky 321]

Rickard Stands behind Hosper a battle axe on his his back, longsword on his belt, his hand is firmly placed on its head and eyes scanning the crowd.

[Moot 1719]

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