dandan1350

Sweet lord, these two posts. These so much. You-.. I-... I can't put it into words how much I adore these two posts, they're just perfect about how I feel towards Tahariaes stand point with Creator clerics, they're people with good intentions but they're not worshipping the right aengul to do such, and why would any other aengul steal Tahariaes role anyway? Anywho, I have a neutral opnion on this lore as I'm no clerical mastermind so, yup.

TA-HA-RIAE say it with me now guys Tahariae

Honestly I think you'd be better off communicating with us clerics and working it out with us as our magic is a complete replica of yours, we can do pretty much everything you can do in there and have solid lore behind it and RP guidelines, along with such a decentish sized guild and a legitimate patron that actually makes sense I like to think. Maybe avoid creating a replica of clerical magic and branching away from our alread diminishing numbers and communicate with us so we can both help each other out in the long run? Edit:: The only difference about your magic is that you just get it, no ups and downs like the creator clerics already out there. They can get away with doing almost anything as a creator cleric yet still keep their holy magic. This seems to be the same here.

Honestly can't say I'm a fan, while you may ave created the idea not realising its already a based set of subtypes it completely undermines clerical magic by chucking in another thing just like it with a brand new patron when theres already a patron of purity gifting such to people who have the same ideal.

So a mix of both clerical healing and war cleric magic under a brand new patron?

5/10 Cant say I know you a lot, but seen ya aroundz.

Daniel hands over the sealed parchment to the waiting boy, waving him off as he sits down at his desk once again. Should any walk past the Stafyr Guardsmen barracks they would be able to see the parchment, recently posted onto the archway outside. "A notice to all, men of the guard and people of Schattenburg. After many of hours within the map room of the Guardsmen barracks, Captain Kamura and the two active sergeants have deemed one current guardsmen worthy of promotion and a pay raise, the guardsmen of choice is Igor Scorsby. He is to take on all roles and benefits of the sergeant position within the guardsmen effective immediately. Such honour has been granted from his active and dutiful service to House Stafyr, may he ever serve and ride beside us." - Captain Kamura.

Daniel takes hold of the recent applications delievered to him by the courier boy running the aviary, he nods his thanks and sends the boy on his way before piling the applications atop his paperwork load. A muttering of incoherent curses spitting from his office as he brings up his recent shortened vacation. "Finally finish the profiles and try go on vacation... But, nooo... 'Captains have to run the military', 'Captains have to guard people!' Stupid.." The rest of the muttering is left inaudible as he finishes up the final assesment report on Isaac, next moving on to write the reports for the warrant of search in Schattenburg for heretical items most likely hidden in the town. After a short while he finishes up both and sighs, dipping his quill into the ink that tapping off the excess before looking over to the pile. "First up..." He takes hold of Drakes application, skimming over the name and age before referring to the skills. Nodding in approval he continues reading, taking in all the information. "Seems sturdy enough... As long as he isn't too wild and free spirited we should do fine..." Daniel reaches out for a fresh piece of parchment, beginning to write up his reply to Drake. "To Master Shadeleaf, your application to join the guardsmen of Stafyr has been reviewed over by the current standing Captain and in his eyes he has deemed you fit for active services within the guardsmen of Stafyr, he welcomes your knowledge of magic and training in combat with open arms to join him. Your name has reached his ears before as a hearty man and a strong warrior from previous family of his. Welcome to the Guardsmen, Vuln. You may report to Ser Kamura or Ser Alphonz for assigning of bunk, wage, parade uniform and war gear for your Guardsmen rank, please report to the barracks of Schattenburg immediately." - Ser Kamura With that Daniel chucks his quill to the side and lets it glide off the desk, folding up the parchment and reaching for the candle burning infront of him he tips it and allows a set amount of melted wax to hit the parchments folds. Quickly reaching over for the seal assigned to him, he stamps it down and seals the letter. "Done, now for the next application..." Daniels reaches out for the next, reading over and redoing the same progress as of Drakes application. After reading over that he has had previous experience within the Stafyr guard he decides his verdict and places down the application in its original pile, then reaching out to grab a fresh parchment he searches for his quill only to curse once again and fumble to reach it. Once done with mucking about he begins the process of writing his reply. "To Master Kryoas, your application has be reviewed over by the current guardsmen captain and you have been deemed fit for active service. Your years of supposed military service in several guilds may have wavered the decision, however a previous guardsmen of Stafyr is always welcomed back with open arms in the end. I trust your loyalty shall stick to one guild this time, and your swordsmanship be kept well trained. Welcome to the guardsmen of Stafyr, Flo'rean. You may report to Ser Kamura or Ser Alphonz for assigning of bunk, wage, parade uniform and war gear for your Guardsmen rank, please report to the barracks of Schattenburg immediately." - Ser Kamura Daniel smiled faintly as he finished the final reply, looking to the dying candle and letting out a small sigh. "Now, now I can finally rest..." He begins to fold the parchment up, reaching out for the remaining candle and repeating his sealing progress, stamping it once again. Bundling up the letters he looks out to the empty room and realises he has to send them off himself, he lets out a further flurry of curses before hefting himself up and off to deliver the notes. He leaves them in the hands of the aviary workers and heads off back to his office, slumping down onto his desk and flicking the candle to devoid it of life. The room left silent and dark as he drifts off to sleep in his chair.

Flings his papers up into the air, whooping off into the barracks as he finishes his profile of the guardsmen and hands it to Farley. "I'M DONE, VACATION TIME." ((Thats one damn sexy post, who wrote that? Oh wait, me. Hah.))