The Templar

What, no love for the best of the three? Our swords still slice and dice, you know! <3

Huh. I suppose I can get behind the buff, then. I thought the whole wraith thing -was- your endgame. +1

Wait, so what's the point of a wraith then?

Considering how a lich can only be smacked to death if they don't roast you first, yeah that's pretty weak. Because they can roast, however, ya gotta get close. Giving them this buff will just make them a nightmare to deal with, particularly since that life-drain comes with the buff. We don't need more life-drainers, too powerful a spell.

Ehhh, do we -need- to update liches? Y'all are already plenty powerful as it is.

My Master Cleric had a profile before it was cool.. Now she's dead ;_; 10/10 needs more HERESY!!

"Sit Guardianum omnibus diebus vitæ meæ servet." May the Guardian, watch me all days of my life. Music Nicknames: Ian Description Status: Alive Health: Fantastic Age: 55 Gender: Male Race: Adunian Height: 6'5” Weight: 190 lbs. Body Type: Lithe, well-muscled Eyes: Purple Hair: Blonde Skin: Caucasian Markings/Tattoos: Ianril possesses a third nipple. Personality: Sanguine-Phlegmatic Artifacts: Lucerne: Named Lamp in Flexio, light shines forth from it continuously. It is an arming sword blessed by a powerful War-Cleric of Tahariae, so that it might wield some of the same power that is brought to bear by a golden sword. Presented to him by Jakir Axem. Stolen by Martin Winter. The Dreadsword: A greatsword of simple make. Monstrously large to most men, it's keen edge relies on force to crush the unfortunate victims. Formerly owned by Dreadknight Graymane. The Everflaming Orb: An orb of obsidian constantly wreathed in unquenchable flames. Very dangerous to handle. Obtained during a battle with the Arch-daemon's forces. Johnathan's Longsword: A Jian of excellent make, it is an heirloom of Ianril's Lineage. Given by Grandfather Johnathan as a gift. Life Style Alignment: Lawful-Good Deity: Creator Patron: Xan Religion: Canonist Class: Paladin Titles: Brother Profession: Paladin-Errant Skills: Hunting Trapping Cooking Handy-man Excellent harpist Scholar of the Faith Fluent Flexio Weaknesses: Self-sacricing; He will willingly chooses to place others before himself, with the ultimate price being one he does not consider beyond the worth of the innocent. Functional alcoholic; Tends to lean more heavily on alcohol to deal with situations than he ought to. A quiet drunk, he given to melancholy more easily and more frequently with the more he drinks. Superstitious; Believes overwhelmingly in the power of his deity, and is easily swayed by signs and wonders. Simple upbringing; Normally views the world in Black and White, Good and Evil. Precious little gray exists for him. Outspoken; He is not afraid to question those in power, regardless of his own wellbeing. Magic MA: TA: Current Status: Teacher Arch-type: Divine Sub-Type: Xan Paladinism Rank: T5 Weaknesses: Cannot be used in most situations without incurring the wrath of Xan. Strengths: Anathema to undead and magical beings. Current Spells: Holy Condensation Holy Manipulation Weaponry Fighting Style: Templarii Trained Weapons: Adunian Claymore Kaedreni Longsword Kite Shield Favored Weapon: Adunian Claymore Archery: Skillful. Can easily use a hunting bow. Usage of a longbow would require a fair bit of instruction, despite possessing the requisite strength in his arms. Biography Parents: Dawson Alexis Siblings: Xavier Scarlett Children: N/A Extended Family: Grandfather Johnathan Grandmother Rose Pet: N/A Affiliations: The Brotherhood of the Golden Lion High Paladin History There appears to be no records of an Ianril Waveharp to be read. Artwork

Fantastic!~ Though given the life-creating nature of thaumaturgy as spoken of, would it not also encompass golemancy?

Nicknames: N/A Age: 20 Gender: Female Race: mali'aheral Status: Alive Description Height: 6'1” Weight: 110 lbs. Body Type: Banana Eyes: Crystal blue Hair: White Skin: Pale Markings/Tattoos: Health: Sickly Personality: Phlegmatic-Melancholic Inventory: Life Style Alignment: Neutral-Good Code of Ethics: Maehr'sae Hihlun'ehya Religion: Agnostic Home: Annil'sul Class: Scholar Titles: Profession: Skills: Flaws: Blind Magic Current Status: N/A Arch-types: Sub-Types: Rank: Weaknesses: Strengths: Current Spells: Weaponry Fighting Style: Trained Weapon: Favored Weapon: Archery: Biography Parents: Lenia Avern Lyuin Avern Siblings: Children: Extended Family: Daniel Baelish Janos Ith'ael Pets: History To be written. Artwork

Nicknames: Evarir Age: Approximately 180 Gender: Male Race: mali'thill Status: Fabulous Description Height: 6'6” Weight: 120 lbs. Body Type: Ectomorph Eyes: Dark Byzantium Hair: Silver Skin: Pale Markings/Tattoos: N/A Health: Respectable Personality: Choleric-Melancholic Inventory: Nothing at present Life Style Alignment: Lawful-Neutral Code of Ethics: Maehr'sae Hihlun'ehya Religion: Atheist Nation: Haelun'or Class: Sorcerer Titles: Indor'ir (Formerly) Profession: Researcher/Instructor Skills: Analytical Wise Flaws: Over-cautious Arrogant Racist Effeminate Magic Current Status: Instructor Arch-types: Alteration Evocation Sub-Types: Telekinesis Household Magic Rank: T3 T5 Weaknesses: Telekinesis requires concentration and significant build-up for combative purposes. Household Magic has no combat capabilities whatsoever. Strengths: Can move stuff with the mind. Can use magic for household chores. Current Spells: Telekinetic Movement Puff of Air Light Weak Fire Light Source Illusory Writing Create Water Command Object Weaponry Fighting Style: Florentine Trained Weapon: Longbow small sword & stiletto Favored Weapon: Longbow Archery: Skilled Biography Parents: Asul'dion Feta'iyat Siblings: Av'enaer Talar'onn Children: N/A Extended Family: Semper'Ayla Talar'onn Pet: Ibar; An Albino swallow-tailed hawk History To be written. Artwork

Nicknames: Ian Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Adunian Status: Alive Description Height: 6'5” Weight: 190 lbs. Body Type: Lithe, well-muscled Eyes: Purple Hair: Blonde Skin: Caucasian Markings/Tattoos: Ianril possesses a third nipple. Health: Fantastic Personality: Sanguine-Phlegmatic Artifacts: Lucerne: Named Lamp in Flexio, light shines forth from it continuously. It is an arming sword blessed by a powerful War-Cleric of Tahariae, so that it might wield some of the same power that is brought to bear by a golden sword. Presented to him by Jakir Axem. Stolen by Martin Winter. The Dreadsword: A greatsword of simple make. Monstrously large to most men, it's keen edge relies on force to crush the unfortunate victims. Formerly owned by Dreadknight Graymane. The Everflaming Orb: An orb of obsidian constantly wreathed in unquenchable flames. Very dangerous to handle. Obtained during a battle with the Arch-daemon's forces. Grandpappy's Longsword: A longsword of excellent make, it is an heirloom of the Waveharp family. Given by Johnathan Waveharp as a gift. Life Style Alignment: Chaotic-Good Deity: The Allfather ((The Creator)) Patron Angel: Xan Religion: The True Faith Class: Paladin Titles: N/A Profession: Wandering Paladin Skills: Hunting Trapping Cooking Handy-man Excellent harpist Scholar of the Faith Fluent Flexio Weaknesses: Self-sacricing; He will willingly chooses to place others before himself, with the ultimate price being one he does not consider beyond the worth of the innocent. Functional alcoholic; Tends to lean more heavily on alcohol to deal with situations than he ought to. A quiet drunk, he given to melancholy more easily and more frequently with the more he drinks. Superstitious; Believes overwhelmingly in the power of his deity, and is easily swayed by signs and wonders. Simple upbringing; Normally views the world in Black and White, Good and Evil. Precious little gray exists for him. Outspoken; He is not afraid to question those in power, regardless of his own wellbeing. Magic Current Status: Unknown Tier Arch-type: Clerical Sub-Type: Xan Paladinism Rank: Unknown Tier Weaknesses: Cannot be used in most situations without incurring the wrath of Xan. Strengths: Anathema to undead and magical beings. Current Spells: Holy Condensation Holy Manipulation Weaponry Fighting Style: Templarii Trained Weapons: Longsword Arming sword Tower shield Favored Weapon: Longsword w/ tower shield Archery: Skillful. Can easily use a hunting bow. Usage of a longbow would require a fair bit of instruction, despite possessing the requisite strength in his arms. Biography Parents: Dawson “Pappy” Waveharp Alexis “Momma” Waveharp Siblings: Xavier Waveharp Scarlett Waveharp Children: N/A Extended Family: Johnathan “Grandpappy” Waveharp Rose “Granny” Waveharp Pet: Jeffrey, an overweight courier pidgeon. Affiliations: The Brotherhood of the Golden Lion Paladin History There appears to be no records of an Ianril Waveharp to be read. Artwork

Nicknames: N/A Age: 89 Gender: Male Race: Mali'ker Status: Missing Description Height: 6'2” Weight: 120 Body Type: Pencil Eyes: Yellow Hair: White Skin: Charcoal Markings/Tattoos: None Health: Sickly Personality: phlegmatic-Sanguine Inventory: Golden orb sitting atop an ebony cane Life Style Alignment: Lawful Evil Deity: Aeriel Religion: Proto-Creatorism Home: Unknown Job: Physician Titles: N/A Profession: Enchanter Skills: Master Physician Skilled Surgeon Flaws: Suffers Congenital Afribogenemia Arrogant Weak Magic Current Status: T4 Cognitism T3 Lightning T2 Light Illusion Aura Color: Crimson Biography Parents: No Records Siblings: No Records Children: No Records Extended Family: No Records Pets: N/A History Only a few records exist of a Yriel Malvaesil, indicating that he both owned a clinic in Ker'lomi, and led the Div'cruan, at some point. Artwork

Nicknames: Charlotte Charl Charlie "The Blessed" "Fleur de Wallport" Age: 57 Gender: Female Race: Mali'aheral ((Secretly impure)) Status: Dead Description Height: 6'1" Weight: 115 Body Type: Banana Eyes: Violet Hair: Silver Skin: Pale Markings/Tattoos: Scorpion scar above her left breast. Health: Dead Personality: Charlotte de Silvarois is a kind, compassionate young woman. Throughout her young life she has been quite shy, prone to swing from joy to fear at the slightest touch of a stranger. While this has mellowed significantly in recent years, it can still lead her to burst into tears if pressured by those she does not know. She has little, if any modesty, and is quite diligent when she takes a task upon herself. Artifacts: The mirror of the Watcher - A mirror with beautiful elven-esque carvings precisely and finely made upon the back. Words artfully adorn the mirror itself, "Sometimes it's not just the things you break, but the things you have to repair." Tahariae's Light - At first glance it appears to be a long, heavy shaft rising 8 feet into the air with what appear to be gilded steel antlers coming out of the sides about 3 feet down making it look somewhat like a S-shaped Cross. It is made of a hard, black Ebony wood and banded in gilded steel and leather conservatively in a double helix. A twist of the wrist could undo the top of the staff revealing a blade of 3 feet with a cross guard of the aforementioned antlers, revealing the weapon’s existence as a sword staff. The blade is in a flamberge style and is forged so that the steel folds in on itself in a way to produce bands of ferrite and cementite giving it a wave like appearance in the blade, like the ripples in a pond, and giving it unique strength. The fuller of the blade is gilded in gold and that continues down into the banding. stolen, presumed destroyed. Life Style Alignment: Chaotic-Good Deity: Tahariae Religion: Aengudaemonic Home: Homeless Class: Cleric Titles: Master Cleric High Priestess Profession: Priestess of Tahariae Skills: Singing Poetry Fluent in Auvergnian. Flaw(s): Has a stutter when anxious. Timid Beautiful Trusting Zealous Naive Magic Current Status: T10 Master Cleric Arch-type: Clerical Sub-Types: Healing War Cleric Ranks: T5 T5 Weaknesses: Can only harm the unholy and the evil. Strengths: Anathema to beings deemed impure or tainted by her Patron. Current Spells: Mental Healing Physical Healing Angel's Light Light of the Palm Orbs of Light Manipulation of Light Wrath of the Angel Weaponry Fighting Style: Defensive Trained Weapons: Expert Swordstaff wielder Adept Longswordswoman Favored Weapon: Staffsword Archery: Untrained Biography Parents: Unknown Mali'Aheral Azatae Ith'ael Siblings: - Children: Aila Avern Extended Family: Janos Ith'ael Mirabilis Mens Ith'ael Valerian Ith'ael Tacita Ith'ael Floriana Ith'ael Pet: Precieuse, a Dalmatian purebred. History Lenia Ith'ael, Daughter of Azatae Ith'ael, was born to her and Jeremiah di Silvari, in the Anthosian wilds. Jeremiah, while only there for a short time, had an Auvergnian name for her carved into a red rose pendant, and cherished her dearly. However, under extenuating circumstances left to him due to his cousin, Adam di Silvari, he was forced to abandon his wife and Lenia, seeking the pardon so they could have a better life, away from the wilds. It is unknown what name she was left with, besides the one of Auvergnian origin Jeremiah left inscribed upon the pendant, Charlotte. Shortly after Jeremiah's exodus, Azatae and Lenia were attacked in the Chateau, with Azatae being brutally beaten and Lenia being kidnapped, only one year old, to be sold off as a child slave by Orenian bandits in crude white rose tabards. She was bought and freed at the auction by a mali'ame couple, Celia, and Fiyem, growing up with them in Malin'or and elsewhere, sheltered from the violence of the world that would attempt to kill her. Her parentage was unknown, but speculated to be half-elven. Thus, no family member stepped forth to claim her, no high elf to restore her to her people. She instead grew up among wood elves, nevermind that they acted more like Valah. Lenia never seemed to get into much trouble, seemingly abhorring the evil ways of the world, as if they were anathema to her, something that gave her bullies ammunition against her. When she finally began to speak at age five, she did so with a stutter that only worsened as she grew, the acid tongues of the mali'ker and mali'ame children reducing her to a sobbing wreck of a child for being so different. She became introverted, and almost mute, unwilling to speak except in front of her family, obtaining a very soft voice that would plague her the rest of her life. At age fifteen, Lenia stole away from her abode, desiring to see the world she was so sheltered from, unaware that bullies were only the tip of what awaited her out there. She found her way to the Cloud Refuge, preparing to depart into Oren when she was waylaid by Gathius di Silvari, a man she would later grow to love like a father. He saw something within her that reminded him of a cousin of his, the only di Silvari with a heart untouched by the avarice the lines of Charles di Silvari were so infamous for. He decided to offer her shelter in his Barony, quickly deducing that she was Azatae's daughter, and coming to the conclusion that she was Jeremiah's. It was then she truly felt loved and accepted, the di Silvari accepting her outright as one of their own. It was during this stay, that William Vekon chanced upon her in a meeting, seeing something within her that went deeper than what any di Silvari saw. He saw that she was one in whom great clerical potential lay in wait. Cautiously, he began to subtly trial her, refusing to even hint that he was a Cleric, until he had judged her worthy. With his assistance, she connected to Tahariae on her sixteenth birthday, her destiny forever intertwined with his, though neither knew this was quite as monumental as it turned out to be. Shortly after this, her life took a turn, for the worse. She encountered the man who subtly ordained the destruction of the barony Silvaria, the desmene of the Silvari in Elysium. She encountered Marcus Briarwood. He soon wooed her innocent and trusting heart, somehow retaining it even after the knowledge of this ended Gathius' life. He soon gave her a ring in the Southeron tradition, pledging himself to her in marriage, the family reluctantly consenting, until a jealous Mia let it be known that she intended to let her hand be defended by any who shared in the Scorpion's Blood. Lenia couldn't handle it anymore, blind as she was, and committed to eloping with her thought-to-be true love, only to mysteriously wake up in Wallport, informed of his death. It was after this, that she fell into a void of depression, refusing to eat, laying in bed all day, hugging her purebred dalmatian puppy forlornly. It was then, Mia used her wiles to manipulate her out of the depression, fearing she might lose the will to live. They grew close as sisters in the period that followed, leading some darkly cynical di Silvari to think of something worse, although their slander was never proven true. The Harbinger Absolution made his appearance the day after she escaped her depression, striking with vigour to slay the entire household, only to be defeated as he overfocused upon her, fleeing to the North to reconstitute itself. These were only the opening notes in the symphony that would be between Lenia and the Harbinger Absolution, him using illusions that strangely relied on memories she had of Marcus, being revealed in an arrogant gesture as he lured her into a false sense of security, seemingly being killed by a simple holy heal. Lenia would grow cheerful in his absence, growing strongly in her gifts, until a fateful meeting occured, one she would curse for the rest of her days, one that altered her course, forever. It turned out she was not, Tali'valah as supposed, but pure-blooded Mali'aheral, with quite a large family. Janos Ith'ael, had found her. For some reason known only to her, she went with this great-uncle of hers, but soon the walls closed in around her, as he proved to have a tongue sharper than meteorite iron. Who she was as a person, was destroyed, becoming a fearful and introverted little girl at the age of 19. Her fear of him grew so great, that after he threw her in a fit of rage, his very presence paralyzed her with fear. Her aunts and uncles, save for one, Mirabilis Mens Ith'ael, despised her, Janos' wife only loving her because she was the child she couldn't have had. It was during this time she met Caelria Maehrindor, a Mali'aheral who tutored her in the ways of their people, the only Mali'aheral to ever show her kindness and affection for just being who she was. Little did he know, that it was he, who kept her from suicide. She was soon empowered as a Master Cleric, given over to the leadership of the Clerical Order with Mandru Vonschlichten, and Jakir Axem. She would drift away from her mentor, and soon be gifted with the greatest powers of Tahariae's Chosen, the powers of the War Cleric. She became fast friends with Mandru Vonshlichten, teaching and connecting a wayward elf by the false name of Primrose. She would remain quite idle during this period, aimlessly drifting, until the Golden Lance appeared, and opened the portal to a realm known, as the Fringe. Seizing on the opportunity, she began construction of a Temple to Tahariae in the town of Montefleur, unaware of what troubles the new lands would bring to her, and the people she cared about. It happened in the late Fringian Era. She was scorned and dismissed from the Council of Light, being forced to shoulder the blame for both Mandru's failures, and Jakir's. The Temple of Tahariae in Montefleur was abandoned in favour of a flying fortress no one could reach without Herun Athna's assistance, and Lenia herself, finally broke. After a lifetime of abuse by those she considered her friends, she could handle no more. Her connection to Tahariae went dormant, as a period of insanity set upon her. She wandered out of the Alrasin capital, and was seldom seen again. It had turned out that Lenia had found true love, in the depths of her insanity. Isaac Kamura, perhaps better known as Lyuin Avern, became her knight in shining armor, and the two fell madly head over heels for eachother. Lyuin himself, was greatly stabilizing her mental state, restoring her to sanity with his ministrations, when it all ended up for naught. Lenia was killed. It was not a vicious, brigandine death as caused by the bandits that relentlessly harassed the descendents. No, it was an act of mercy, turned dark. She was pregnant, and the time to give birth had come. Her heart was failing from all the stress and terror she had been through in her life, and she could not push the child out. Her beloved husband , in an attempt to save her, applied clerical magic. While it accomplished the intended effect, the very nature of it relaxed her muscles so loosely that her heart ceased it's beat. She died not three minutes later, and her soul departed the world, to enter the Seven Skies. Artwork

Reserved for Lucius di Silvari

Nicknames: Jerry Age: 31 Gender: Male Race: Heartlander Status: Ghost Description Height: 6'3" Weight: 220 Body Type: Athletic Eyes: Ice Hair: Blonde Skin: Fair Markings/Tattoos: Various combat scars, most notably a wide scar across the base of his throat. Health: Dead Personality: Sanguine-Choleric Artifacts: The Jeremiah Rose; A necklace made for him by Gathius di Silvari resembling the White Rose, but in crimson and inverted. Was passed to Charlotte di Silvari when she was born. Inscribed on the back is her name. Lame Encarmine; Jeremiah's artificer sword, it was a masterwork of elven smithing. It is currently possessed by Mia de Silvarois Life Style Alignment: Neutral-Good Deity: Creator Religion: The One True Faith Nation: The First Holy Oren Empire Class: Knight Titles: Ser Jeremiah di Silvari, Knight-captain of the Dragon Guard. Knight of the Crimson Rose Profession: Knight-Captain of the Dragon Guard Skills: Survivalist Adroit Harpist Fluent Auvergnian Poet Flaws: White Knight Self-righteous Easily angered Self-important Power-hungry Weaponry Fighting Style: Templier; Etoiles Avantgarde Trained Weapons: Kaedreni Longsword and Tower Shield Elvish rapier Favored Weapon: Kaedreni Longsword Biography Parents: Charles di Silvari Dominique Thatcher di Silvari Siblings: Lucien di Silvari Marie di Silvari Spouse: Azatae Ith'ael di Silvari Children: Charlotte di Silvari (Adopted) Extended Family: Gathius de Silvarois Mia de Silvarois Adam di Silvari Pet: Draike; dalmatian purebred. History Jeremiah di Silvari grew up simply upon his family's farm in Elysium, accustomed to the lack his parents debt forced upon him. He would grow up as any other child would, dreaming of warfare and rescuing the beautiful maiden. He would fall in love for the first time at the age of sixteen, with a woman named Antoinette. A farmer's child, like himself, they would spend hours simply in each other's presence, talking about what they desired from the future. His world came crashing down when his family was evicted from their farm for their inability to pay the yearly tax. Thrown out into the world at age seventeen, he received what he believed was a vision in his sleep, commanding him to abandon his family and wander the lands in the name of the Creator. He would soon be stripped of his boyish ways, for he encountered the hut of an elderly knight. Caught red-handed attempting to filch bread from it, he was roughly beaten and pressed into servitude. For two years he laboured under the wizened soldier, being forged into a man in what some would consider barbaric methods. He was soon released from his service, and found his way to the city of Kingston, the capital of Salvus. Salvus, it was here that he met the patriarch, Adam di Silvari. At the time it was fortuitous, it soon turned ruinous for him, during the minor “Silver Rebellion,” in which Adam sought to conquer the elven city of Darkhaven through a proxy. He was discovered through unknown means, and the then esquired Jeremiah paid for his distant relation's treason. He was executed brutally by Ser Darius “the Lion” de Nurem. After his execution, he was married off to the impure high elf Azatae Ith'ael, as punishment for daring to question Adam's leadership. After the marriage ceremony concluded, Adam smugly revealed her pregnancy to him. In rebellion against Adam's plan to disgrace him, he took his wife into the wildlands until she gave birth. The child was adopted quietly, and named for her grandfather. Mere days after the birth, a curious visitor paid them a call. If Jeremiah were to join his endeavor to resurrect the Dragon Guard, he would be not only a leader, but pardoned of the crime he did not commit. After three days of contemplation, it was taken. Jeremiah was off to Abresi in secret, leaving Azatae behind but for a little while. Unfortunately, it was a beautiful betrayal. Having been promised the impossible, he was slain in the middle of the tavern by men who had once been his allies. Despair warped his soul, twisting it out of the Monk's grasp, and rendering him a spirit, left to wander the earth until his wrongs are finally made right. Artwork

Ianril hears of the public proclamation from his tavern in Owyn's Wood, "Well then, I reckon the sign needs changing." After a short while, a sign would be put up pronouncing free drinks for all Brothers of the Golden Lion.

It's not a bad idea, it is just one we cannot have on LotC, given how many people try to be the protagonist of the "game," as it were.

It's more or less one being canon confirmed to intervene and the other never intervening. It's a world where deities empower their followers, they should have more credibility than a omnipotent being in the sky that does nothing.

Unfortunately, no. Angels aren't ethereal beings that can't act against eachother. If an angel pretended to be the Creator to give power, he might find himself ganked by both Tahariae ((One of the most powerful)) and Xan ((Again, another one of the most powerful)). Infact, it would probably be that way, since the Creator worshippers tend to -kill- clerics, meaning their own influence in the realm would be weakened by letting someone impersonate the omnipotent and omniscient creator, should such a being exist in LotC's universe.

Ianril Waveharp Nicknames: Ian Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Heartlander Status: Alive Description Height: 6'2” Weight: 180 lbs. Body Type: Lithe, well-muscled Eyes: Turquoise Hair: Red Skin: Caucasian Markings/Tattoos: Ianril possesses a third nipple. Health: Fantastic Personality: Sanguine-Phlegmatic Artifacts: Lucerne: Named Lamp in Flexio, light shines forth from it continuously. It is an arming sword blessed by a powerful War-Cleric of Tahariae, so that it might wield some of the same power that is brought to bear by a golden sword. Presented to him by Jakir Axem. Stolen by Martin Winter. The Dreadsword: A greatsword of simple make. Monstrously large to most men, it's keen edge relies on force to crush the unfortunate victims. Formerly owned by Dreadknight Graymane. The Everflaming Orb: An orb of obsidian constantly wreathed in unquenchable flames. Very dangerous to handle. Obtained during a battle with the Arch-daemon's forces. Grandpappy's Longsword: A longsword of excellent make, it is an heirloom of the Waveharp family. Given by Johnathan Waveharp as a gift. Further Details: Life Style Alignment: Chaotic-Good Deity: The Allfather ((The Creator)) Patron Angel: Xan Religion: The True Faith Class: Paladin Title(s): N/A Professions: Farming Carpentry Skills: Hunting Trapping Cooking Handy-man Excellent harpist Scholar of the Faith Fluent Flexio Weaknesses: Self-sacricing; He will willingly chooses to place others before himself, with the ultimate price being one he does not consider beyond the worth of the innocent. Functional alcoholic; Tends to lean more heavily on alcohol to deal with situations than he ought to. A quiet drunk, he given to melancholy more easily and more frequently with the more he drinks. Superstitious; Believes overwhelmingly in the power of his deity, and is easily swayed by signs and wonders. Simple upbringing; Normally views the world in Black and White, Good and Evil. Precious little gray exists for him. Outspoken; He is not afraid to question those in power, regardless of his own wellbeing. Magic Current Status: Arch-type: Sub-Type: Rank: Weaknesses: Strengths: Current Spells: Weaponry Fighting Style: Templarii Trained Weapons: Longsword Arming sword Tower shield Favored Weapon: Longsword w/ tower shield Archery: Skillful. Can easily use a hunting bow. Usage of a longbow would require a fair bit of instruction, despite possessing the requisite strength in his arms. Biography Parents: Dawson “Pappy” Waveharp Alexis “Momma” Waveharp Siblings: Xavier Waveharp Scarlett Waveharp Children: N/A Extended Family: Johnathan “Grandpappy” Waveharp Rose “Granny” Waveharp Pet: Jeffrey, an overweight courier pidgeon. Affiliations: The Order of the White Lance Initiate History There appears to be no records of an Ianril Waveharp to be read. Artwork

I love seeing new magic added, especially ones that create an antagonistic bent, although I have a few questions. How would this magic serve to interact with the current community's "good guys?" Would Tahariae, the main clerical patron, find this an abhorrent perversion of the natural order, sanctioning the effects of holy fire upon the dark practicioners? What is to stop a necromancer or a shade, or for that matter, a humble ((Egomaniacal)), caring ((Certifiably insane)), and gentle ((Psychotic)), fire mage, from obtaining an edge in battle that specifically beats the counter of the base magic? Finally, and I mean no disrespect to guild-locked groups, being a strong proponent of guild-locking deitical magic, how cliquish do you intend to keep this magic, seeing as it requires your approval for even self-taught? It is this humble RPer's opinion that we do not need another "Okar" magic, sitting for a certain someone's exclusive clique of friends to enjoy. Oh, and... BLOOD, FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

Is there any particular reason your angel has to be incompatible with ours? It would do better for condensing RP if he was merely an accepted patron of the Order, although that would make your stated goal a wee bit more difficult.

This is phenomenal. New patron? Check. doesn't use Clerical Light for healing? Check. Holy Symbol (Amulet)? Check. Presumed guild lock? Check. This should be the example for new patron lores, rather than having every patron use Clerical Light to heal. You have my +1!