Clergy of the Holy Light
Welcome, brethren, adherents and guests to the Church of the Holy Light. May the Light shine brightly within us all.
A Benediction of Solace
Continued from A Whisper of Purpose.
Phadrene entered the Argent Hall, resplendent in the crisp white, silver, charcoal, and pale gold livery of the Crusade. Heavily armored Crusaders of every race of the Horde and Alliance stood at attention on either side of the charcoal-colored carpet which led to a dais. Upon the dais was a cathedra, beautiful in its simplicity, upon which sat Argent Confessor Paletress, smiling warmly. Phadrene made her way slowly to the foot of the dais, gracefully arranging the skirts of her robes as she took to one knee in a respectful bow, her acolyte-maids following suit behind her.
A Whisper of Purpose
Phadrene Morningdove, Priestess of the Holy Light, was caught. Caught in the tormented spell of her private thoughts. She was ensorcelled, brokenhearted, and melancholy. A state completely unlike any she’d found herself in before.
She sat hunched at her desk in her quarters, absently flipping through a book, whispering Shadows drawn about her like a cloak. She paused to rub her eyes, then closed the heavy cover of the tome and sighed, clutching her shawl tighter around her dark form. The information in the text just wasn’t registering tonight anyway. Her mouth curved in a grimace of disappointment as she considered the cause of her unrest.
Dawning of Faith
Phadrene arose with the sun and opened the gauzy curtains of her Silvermoon apartment, feeling the warmth of the light both without and within.
Last night she had attended Fancy Cakes and had an interesting and most auspicious time. She'd spoken with the Lady Convocate about some of her ideas and sensed a tacit approval; befriended a sweet young priestess after her own heart, and befriended a couple of wise Tauren druids; one of whom had already became a brother-in-arms on the field of battle for Wintergrasp, where Phadrene often lended her aid tending the wounded and bolstering the troops.
About the View of the Church in WoW RP
As a player whose main is a priest, I'm usually interested in other priest and paladin RP that focuses on the Church in Stormwind (and Ironforge, though it comes up less often), since the Light seems the prominent force of religion (or philosophy, if you will) on Azeroth by what evidence we have; the other major religions being more race specific. I won't talk as much about the religion Hordeside, as there are far differing circumstances there that the Horde players have done some nifty RP with before, particularly in repsonse to the Blood Elf storyline in BC. But I notice certain trends in a lot of the Alliance writing that all seems to play off each other, and not only in religous characters, but some others who deal with the Church as well. One major theme that almost always pops up is corruption in the Church.
Dreams of a Church
Phadrene knelt in the soft light of the dawn which filtered in through her sheer, cerulean window dressing. The light spilled upon the floor with a blue tinge, giving the room a cool glow as though one were submerged underwater. The priestess favored this look as it was a cooling and welcome respite from the warm and sometimes flashy golds and reds favored by Sin'dorei architects and general populace.
Good and Evil in the Garden at Midnight
“Welcome to the Cathedral of the…”
The warlock glanced at Brother Sarno from beneath his hood as he stalked across the great hall of the Cathedral.
"…erm… the Light,” he continued, trying to bring a smile to his lips. “Grand Master Eva… this is an… unexpected pleasure.”
"Mmm…” the warlock grumbled. “I’m sure.” He continued to walk briskly towards the library.
"Erm…” Brother Sarno continued, stepping after the warlock. “The hour is very late… most of the Cathedral is asleep. Can… can I help you?”
"No,” the warlock replied bluntly.
"Master Eva…” he protested, tugging on the warlock’s sleeve. Noctifer whipped around on him, his long cloak forming a slow circle of shadow on the sacred stones beneath their feet. The priest furrowed his brow, more frustrated than afraid of the display.
The loss of Childhood - Part 3
I find myself awake yet again. The meditations I had been learning had done wonders in relieving the nightmares, those horrid visions leaving my mind to rest when I do finally go to sleep.
Unfortunately, they don't seem to block out worldly distractions. Sometimes, I *really* hate living across the hall from Himmel... Another night, another lover. Sounds female this time, though. He hasn't been with a girl since before we moved to Silvermoon, at least none he's brought home. But, that's Himmy for you - never seems to spend long without someone to hold.
I'd meditate and try to sleep again, but the noise is making that hard. Now the visions are returning. I guess I should face them again; maybe I can be rid of them if I just stop trying to hide from them...
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The loss of Childhood - Part 2
It's so hard to sleep now. Every time I close my eyes, I see the horrors of the Scourge, I feel the pain levied onto me by the Crusade. I always awake in a cold sweat, shaking, praying that the images would retreat and give me a moment's respite. I've tried to drown them out with training, learning the path of the Paladin as my father has, and of the Light, so I can properly protect myself and others from the Darkness to come. And, while these things have helped me in my time of need, there is one thing they can never seem to clear away; one thing that never leaves:
The voice.
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The Loss of Childhood - Part 1
I was pure once...
I find myself dealing with these dreams, this darkness growing inside of me. Rarely do I think of the happiness that once permeated my soul. I find no comfort in my thoughts and dreams anymore...
I will never forget that week - the longest week of my life.
A Treatise on Darkness
((in a letter distributed to those above and archived in the Cathedral of the Holy Light in Stormwind))
O Light
Adam returned to the fireside with an armful of kindling, setting it down gently in the grass, himself beside it. One by one, he added sticks to the fire, sending little sparks into the Nagrand sky. Sent forth by the flames, they hissed and spun, slowly spiraling upwards to blend with stars among the faces of distant moons and ribbons of nether.
Lorith looked over to the campfire from where she sat cleaning her longsword. It had helped in butchering their dinner tonight – a young talbuk to split between them, with scraps to spare for the little ones. Even now she noticed Adam picking at a roasted haunch, giving little pieces of meat to Ishnu and Timothy while Tanner slept content at his side. His eyes caught her as she watched him.
"Don't worry, Lorie, I'll wrap the rest for tomorrow." He smiled as Timothy put a gray paw upon his hand, quietly asking for more. "In a moment or two."
