The Clergy


 * PlaceholderClass: Priest (Holy/Disc)
 * Electissimus: Rooku D'lanastion
 * Uniform: Unavailable

In the Beginning
A gauntlet’s metal-coated digit ran along the surface of the libram; from the intricate runes that scaled over the surface, to every miniscule, gold bulb that had been sized to half of its original stanza, thence placed in that fashion against the lines of the embellishing art, it was obvious the power and sort of hallowedness that the book itself could easily retain. Divine prayer, almost chant-like, rings throughout the vacant cathedral; The Sin’dorei have allowed the hall to be emptied for the time being (save several who take their usual tasks there), having retreated to the Armory to ensure that the proper measure is taken to make sure a righteous cleansing and banishment of any lingering, lost souls is to be had. And it is so, for the ones whom are in order of that task swing grails of incense, filling the corridors of the Cathedral with a cloudy, almost stale smoke that is fabled around the centre of several holy tales. The masks of several whom are within, lighting candles of every sort, especially those that line the altar that holds the emblem of their self-renowned organization are phantasmal; lined by sable streaks that run down the sharp “cheeks” of each, thence traveling down to the fine point of black metal near the chin, meant to resemble the facial-hair of a Light’s herald. The crown-like structure at the tip of the helmet itself is jagged; several spikes, almost, protrude from the top, giving heavy symbolism to be implied to the wearer’s demeanor and cause. The flame flickers against the small stub of black at the centre of each shaft of wax. Some candles are thicker than other, leaving the hot, molten liquid that pools at the top falling in a prolonged gesture at different times off the tops of some, leaving the rest there to linger and await their turn within the seemingly never-ending array of rise and fall. The rise of the wax from the beginning, used as solely a symbol of divinity, thence burnt to smolder, left nothing more than a remnant of what it once was, and what others shall be. The metaphor within the place itself was more than enough to drive someone to madness, as it had with all the other Sin’dorei whom had chosen to revel within such sick, sadistic fate. It was a place of tragedy and turmoil, and to some, it was viewed in a different perspective; they saw eminence of the grace of Belore – exploitation of the Light -, and the banishment of not only the lost souls of a land, but the cleansing of those whom didn’t hold any sort of guilt for all the sins that they had managed throughout the years. They saw, in the shadow of their structures, not only that, but a new era – the start of a new world. One of holy redemption, and fate – one that never spoiled, even within the insanity-causing swing of a figurative pendulum that continued its motions to and fro without pause whatsoever, the gesture and heavy, long motions enough to drive a man to madness. The chandelier remains triumphant over the ironically shadowed corridors, casting its brightness and domineering light over every item and embellishment within the centre of the Scarlet’s holiest dominion. A carpet of carmine stretches from the altar to the arched opening of the place; a verdant field – previously met by concrete steps of a similar architectural variety – is spread out, kept respectable and almost paradoxically free of any sort of aliment. It’s obvious that the area itself is more than well taken care of. No fixture within it is out of place. No sort of direct contrast is seen within the colour-scheme, or the different types of adornments and tapestries. Most curtains that hang over the tall, Gothic windows fall in heavy folds over the ledges of the glass, some very fine bits of thread strung from one side to the other from whence they part, sewing throughout the air in front of the thick glass as if spiders had swung by to and fro, weaving yet another piece of the fabric with tiring labor. The bottoms of the curtains are torn, almost ravaged; there are signs where they’ve been burned from misdirection of defensive spells, and singed from the hem up due to the excessive amounts of Light-abuse, amongst other malicious firings. The subtle sound of chanting chimes throughout with a peculiar sort of eminence, pounding against the captives who reside within the Armory and Sanctum’s domain; it is monotone almost, and doesn’t do much to those who don’t retain a fate in any sort of god or divine being. The gauntlet’s digits go over the surface of a page, flipping throughout to achieve the accomplishment of locating the “book” by memory, not instruction. The figure’s lips to do not move, for they are not lips, but rather the pensive mouth of his mask; it is a light-hue, and offers no sort of opening for consumption of drink or food, and that applies even moreso to oxygen, etc. etc. A Templar of highest quality; his vesture deceives his true passion, though, considering that rather than the habiliments of a paladin, he sports that of an Archbishop. He is singing – a word of glory designed to travel through solely the quietest of whispers, only available to those that hearken to the chiming words of a self-proclaimed savior himself. The monks are in session, offering their words – Templars and fanatics are aside them, all balanced on either shell-like structures of their armor where the knee-cap resides beneath, or scraping their once-pristine robes on the surface of the splintered planks that compose the floor. Not cobblestone – no, that is able to retain sediment and earth, and it is known that earth is evil, and heaven and hell is all that is left; there is no middle in the spectrum, or so said the Diviner and Clergymen. “And on the final day, the Horde and Alliance – all who oppose our divinity -were burned within the fiery depths of hell, sewn with the abysses’ flames until nothing remained but the remnants of their sin,” sang the Archbishop and the crowd repeated the words afterwards, “And we are not the sons of a god, but we are the children of Belore…”

“Ashth…” They sang to the grace of a divine being, the incense-holders swung once more, clouding the air with a pervading smoke, “Ashth, ashth, by the word of the Sun God.”

“For it is his will,” said the foremost, addressing the congregation – men and women of the Sin’dorei, those of pure, holy blood, “that we are those deemed fit.”

“And it is in the image of our people…”

“… That the world shall be remade.”

The Regiment
Founded within the branch of Juliuas D’lanastion – noted as the most pious Prince – the Clergy was formed originally as a small sect of Quel’dorei that had followed the Church of the Holy Light nearing the era of human interaction due to the Troll Wars. Acting as a self-made Crusade and practical force of holy reckoning, it has only been within the recent centuries – specifically, when Lady Liadrin began her exploitation concerning the Light – that the division took a turn for supremacy, breaching in the name of an idol called “Belore”. Whether or not this is due to the recent emergence of the “Church of Belore” is unknown; the Clergy is led by the Diviner, a priest who is revered amongst his kin as a herald of the Sun God’s will. The Clergy dedicates themselves to being the most pious and highly-regarded branch of the monarchy and regiment as a whole; they spread the goodness of the teachings of “Astfal”, as well as offer worship to what they believe to be the ‘Sun God’, Belore.

Due to past quarrels, it can be noted that most members of the Clergy affiliate with a direct group of men and women within that pertaining division; most are secluded, almost hermit-like within their mannerisms. They can be noted as a particularly hostile branch, focusing much of their anger at the Dominion of Blood and the descendants of the original Astral-Walker, Britannicus D’lanastion.

Astfal; Belore (Beliefs)
The beliefs in which are derived from various sources are those which compose the initial structure for the Clergy itself. Its members are to be versed within the teachings of “Astfal”, a strict moral code in which the Sin’dorei are revered and held as ‘Pure blood’ in the eyes of all. The avator known as ‘Belore’ is commonly referred to as ‘Him’, ‘He’, or ‘The Sun God’. He is an idol that emerged when Juliuas D’lanastion the fourteenth reported several revelations concerning the radiance of the Sun.

Astfal entails few rules; meant solely as a system to follow in order to provide a sense of stability. It follows the code of “Indulgence within the Vices” – which, in a brief description, means that each and every man and woman of pure blood may revel within luxury, so long as it is done in moderation. Falling alongside some specific documents in which the monarchy has appointed, it deems each Sin’dorei of pure blood – that they are children of the Sun and blood combined into one radiant image of true divinity and grace. It teaches that all are to abide to the code of conduct; no worshipping was involved when this moral code was first presented by Tyronys Sunwrath, but it seems that Juliuas’ family has evolved it into the structure that we see today.

Belore, the God of Quel’Thalas, is a rather luminous figure. Said to float above the heavens as a divine idol of holiness and good, it is fabled that one day he reigns down upon the kingdom, shining his brilliant image over the scene so that all of the children of pure blood may revel in its grandeur. It is said that when the apocalypse is to come, that all of tainted demeanor and thought will be send to eternal darkness, whereas Belore’s children, those that believe, will be submitted to the Armageddon, and reborn in their true form after the horrid metamorphosis of war.

- Diviner
Requires level 85 (PVP gear maxed); the Diviner of the Clergy is the most revered individual throughout the family of Juliuas D’lanastion and the division itself. Serving as a holy tome of Light, they are versed within the exploitation of such false deities’ magic, liturgies, public speaking, and overall, they are masters of Astfall and Belore as a whole. It is said that the Sun God lives within them, and shall only make tell of Armageddon through the revelations which the Diviner brings forth. Title: The Diviner.

- High Cleric
Requires level 60; The High Cleric of the Clergy is, in truth, the embodiment of Belore’s grace and Astfal’s teachings. They serve as the most pious individuals, only countering the Diviner within their divinity and grandeur; the High Clerics must be versed in the arts of music, tribute, sacrifice, liturgies and public speaking. They create several sub-events for each aspiring Warmender to learn from. The High Clerics are those that are usually appointed to tutor Confessors and Clerics. Title: High Cleric

- Confessor
Requires level 40; the Confessors of the organisation’s Clergy division are to serve as the practical heralds of Belore himself; versed within the art of liturgies and public speaking, they bring forth a rather clear message of awakening to all who are deemed of pure blood. This rank is achieved solely through a proper oath and trial, as decided by the Diviner himself. Title: Confessor.

-Cleric
Requires level 20; the Cleric of the Clergy is a rather standard idol. Having achieved this rank after undergoing an appropriate swear-in and initiation process (as decided by the Diviner), the Cleric is to prove themselves through study, work and dedication to the teachings of Astfal. They are to lightly note the presence of Belore.

- Warmender
Requires level 5; the Warmender of the Clergy serves as the most basic form of rank; all priests are to stay at this level until further noted, and sent to trial to begin their journey through the ranks as an enlistment.