King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
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The Maid of the Comet: A Tale from Azeroth
- Thread starter King Tharassian
- Start date
- Fantasy
The men's clothing thing was just another piece of evidence against her really. But the most damning piece was when she admitted to doubting that the voices really were from God just once. That's what I mean when I said they pinned her with that.
Also, got it
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
I've... never heard that, admittedly.
EDIT: And oof, that roll is... Well it is.
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Chapter 3.3
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
"To be perfectly honest… yes." It wasn't even a question. It was a necessity, a certainty. Literacy was present throughout this land, as far as you had seen, and that made it even more important that you have some degree of proficiency. "I was learning before I arrived, but that was…" You hesitated only for a moment, still debating the necessity of hiding your origin. "That was another matter." Morlune nodded, as though understanding what you meant.
"I'll talk with Nilas. I'm sure he'll enjoy having another pupil, especially since, well… since the Isles, I suppose." He worked one of the small braids in his beard as he looked over at the large book again. "And with regards to training, I assume you've come to a similar decision, if your expression is anything to go by." You nodded.
"Indeed. I thank you for your offer, Sir Morlune, and am going to take you up on it." You gestured to the tome. "I'm going to need to contribute more to this effort than a swordarm and an occasional burst of holy energy. Training, I assume, is the best way to accomplish that." Morlune nodded, smiling.
"I'm glad to hear it. In that case, I think you could look into the paths open to you today; I have a moment to spare." At your nod, he went on to explain…
Pick up to two to test yourself with:
[] Priest: The clergy and healers, who while not necessarily combatants, would wade onward through the mud and blood to heal and soothe the aching and woeful.
[] Paladin: Holy warriors, only created in the Second War almost twenty years ago. Their might comes in equal measure from faith and steel, and they are the first line of defense against the hordes of the unholy.
[] Templar: Warriors, like the paladin, but capable of casting their righteous wrath against more than demons and undead, training to wield the Light's power against evil in all forms.
[] Inquisitor: This Path has no description beyond the words "Hatred for the foe incarnate."
[] Exemplar: Men and women who join the field not as mere warriors, but as signallers and directors of battle, using banners to give orders and rally the armies. (May become a subclass)
[] Auradin: As the Paladins wield steel, the auradins wield Light. Where Paladins are pillars of individual might, the Auradins are foci from which strength reaches their allies, bolstering their resilience and giving their blows greater force.
[] Crusader: The Crusade's warriors are, to a man and woman, Crusaders of the Light. These warriors are trained specially to destroy the undead, detecting, destroying and containing them in equal measure. (May become a subclass)
[] Look into other paths…
The explanations took almost a half-hour, between your lack of ability to read the strange letters and the normal questions that always arose from such concepts. Finally, Morlune closed the book, and turned to you.
"Those are the ones I recommend, at least." He shrugged.
"No, they are entirely sensible." You only wished you could read them yourself. You were undoubtedly missing some of the nuances that you could otherwise have gleaned thanks to your soon-to-be-solved difficulty. "I'll probably go over my choices the next time we talk." He nodded.
"Things are still somewhat hectic, so I can probably talk with you again after that... Let's say tomorrow?" You both stood up, and you shook his hand, feeling a smile on your face for the first time in too long.
"Gladly. I look forward to it." You started your farewells, but felt a slight heat in your face as you remembered something. "Uh, would there be any place in particular I could stay? I don't want to be a burden on anyone." Morlune chuckled.
"Absolutely. If you want, you can stay in one of the dormitories in the Abbey, at least until you have somewhere to go." He clapped you on the shoulder, and you were suddenly keenly aware of the difference in height between the two of you. "You could even stay as long as you like, to be honest. There's always room for one more at the tables of the Order." That glaring optimism that you had detected in almost everyone so far was back, but it felt right this time, and you were glad for the welcome.
After polite farewells, he returned to his duties, leaving you to find a dormitory. After a short search and asking one of the acolytes, you were directed to a vacant space. Of course, their definition of 'vacant space' was apparently much larger than yours, considering it had its own door.
Inside was what you would have considered luxurious by clerical standards. A single bed and a chest of drawers containing simple clothing, a small mirror, a small table and chair, and two candelabras were already there, not to mention the closet containing a small shrine to the Light. The idol's similarity to a ("slightly" deformed) cross only provided you with further conviction that the Light was in some way an extension of His will.
You hadn't expected your own chamber, and you weren't sure what to think now that you had one. One that wasn't - no, you weren't going to go there. Not now. Not yet.
The next several hours were spent familiarizing yourself eith the Abbey's layout for the future, particularly regarding important places that could be used for navigation. As you finished your wanderings, you found many of the inhabitants retiring to their chambers for the night, most dedicated to a period of meditation and prayer before sleep. As there was little else you thought you could do today, you returned to your own chamber, and made your own prayers. You had been remiss the last few days, with little time between helping the caravan and sleeping. But now, they came back in force: the Pater Noster, the Ave Maria, the Symbolum Apolostorum and the Gloria Patri came out in prayers spoken for the first time in a long while. Too long had it been since you had said those words in full voice, rather than a parched whisper. The rosary that had been kept with your copy of the Good Book was a welcome remembrance, a token of times now seemingly long past.
When your prayers were finished, many for those who had fallen during your journey, you felt fatigue come over you. During your campaign, a week with little rest would have been nothing. But now you were tired, and the rest of the evening was a siren song you could not deny. Only barely registering the fact that it was the softest bed you had ever experienced (to say nothing of the welcome warmth of the covers), you slipped off into the darkness, deeper than you had known in months.
You were grasping at the bars again. The iron was sturdy and thick, set into the wood deeply enough to deter potential escape. There was a window, but you were leery of the distance, despite your faith that God in his wisdom would save you if He willed it.
It almost made you sigh to think that you would leave. Wandomme had been courteous enough in his asking for your surrender, and Luxembourg's wife was good to you. But Charles needed you. Your army needed you. France needed you. You could not stay in Beaurevoir.
Another test of the door confirmed again that it was not a viable route. The Burgundians, lying traitorous bastards to a man though they were, had competent architects and woodworkers at the very least, to say nothing of their smiths. The window seemed to emit a gleam that beckoned invitingly, but you thought for a moment longer.
It was obvious that Luxembourg himself had no intention of ransoming you back to the King, oh no. You had been waiting months for that, and it had not happened yet. More distressingly, one of the guards had informed you that another had been chosen by God in your place: a mere boy named William, who rode sidesaddle and bore the stigmata of the Savior on his skin. It was obvious that someone in the court had set this up; many of them had openly disapproved of you, and so they had set up a more agreeable savior of France. Where you were a woman, he was a man; where you were willful, he was demure; where you seized your reins and served God for His own sake, he was led by others and existed solely to remove you as a necessity. Michael wouldn't have lied about that, and he had been furious.
So you were left to your own devices. The window seemed more and more approachable, and you leaned out to look down; at least sixty feet lay between you and freedom. For anyone, it would be considered a suicide attempt. But you had to have faith. Climbing into the window and crouching on the sill, you took a deep breath and said a prayer.
And then, with your soul girded by trust in God, you leapt, and the air whistled in your ears as you began to realize you would make it -
When you landed, you lost consciousness, and you were moved to a new prison in Arras shortly after.
My̷,͖̙͙̮̤͉̯ ̰̼͈̖̫w̸h̗a̧̠̱̝̫̰͖̮ṭ̴̳̳̰ a͏̺̜̝͈̝ ͖̱͕̣t̬͇a͓l̳͕̬͖͓̣ͅe̵͙̭̖̮̞̰͍ ̱͉̥̜͘y̥̼o̰͕u̼̤͙̜̱r̮̯ ̦͔̻̲l̤̲͓̼̥̳͢ͅi͍̤̕f̧͖̣̖͚̯e̻͞ ̡hͅa͙̗͇̠̜̫̯s̭̕ ̧̞̮b̳̪̬̦̯̜͔e̡̟ḙ̷͕n̨͔͇̥/̷̦͖̤͇̖
t͉̭h̘͔̺̻̘̺a̟̣t̠͎͈̬̫ ̠͉͜y̵̱̩o͔̰̪̘̝͝u͇̗ ̳̭̳̙̤̫͘ͅa̲ŗ̫̱̹̩̯͔ȩ̘ m̷̗̭̼̦̪̝a̹͈͜d̘̝͕̠̭̣̣e҉͕̜͉͓̭ ͖̣t̛͈̣͈͙͉͕͉o̩͚̟̯ ̳̹̖s̩͡e̦̳̟̭͝t͠ ̣̫̺t̳̹̣̠͚̖h̴͖͕͍̳i̟͇̠s ̟̗s̡̬͈̤c̝͞e͕̭̭n̙̮̬̺̭̤e͇͍̫̮̻.͎͓̱͖̳̯/҉̜͔
͓̘͍̱̼͝I̮͕͉̹͍̤ ͔̳͕͚̪͚̀l͈̝̪o҉͍̖o͕̘͙̲̺̥̱k̛͔͙̯̩̬̟ ̴f̴͚̤͉̠̬o̶̖r̰̱̞̘̥͈ẉ̖̗͇a͉̞̩̜r̮͖̰̖͉̯͢ͅd̩̪̰͜ ̶͙̩t͈̩̼̤̳o̙ ̧̯̼͖̞ou͖͟r̩͕͉̤̙͞ ̝m̘͙̫̦͉̮ͅe̲̭̯̻͠ȩ͉͖͚t̡i̬̲̰͜ͅn͖̻̜͖͜g͓̪̜ ͇d̳͕͚̣̱a̗̲͚͖̹͕͟y̦̩̗̼̙͉̱͠/̫͡
͖͞w̞̘̺̭̤͓i̫͕̞̰͔͔̝t͕͘h ̖̘̫̗t̢͎h̥̣͓̖͈o̧͎̪͎̗u͔͈͎g̺̲̭͓̮̺h̛̘͕ţ̣̹̪͕̲s̴͇ ͕̜̹͕̩͉͈s̘͕̪̝̼̲͍͜o͕ ͍͔̘̙̗̺ͅv҉͉͈ͅe̟̳ͅͅr̘͚̻̖͉̲y̡̬͍̥̥ ̩k͈̻̝͔̠̜͖͠e͖̼͇͍̺͍ḙ̘̠̺͚n̢͖̬̠̺̼͚.͚̼́ͅ..̬̺͈͇̗͉̳
When you woke, it was not to the sounds of activity, but to voices in your mind. One spoke in riddles that you could not remember. The other… You didn't recall at all. But it was cold; far colder than you had expected, even with the havoc the Plague had wreaked on the lands once called the Eastweald. Opening your eyes, you saw why: This was not the Abbey. The sky was a dark blue, with streaks of white, and all around you were whispers of something old and alien. A figure sat on a nearby pile of stones - a cairn, you dimly remembered - with his face covered by strange armor.
"Oh, you're here now? Took your time, didn't you?" He waved his hand dismissively. " Don't bother, I don't exactly care at the moment. Find me and I might consider you more than fodder. I don't even want to be here, but three of my superiors all demanded it, so here I am. Catch me if you can, I guess." He faded into a cloud of grey smoke, scattering in all directions and leaving you alone. A cursory check found you in your traveling clothes, the sword once again at your belt. Looking around, you saw farming fields all around you. To the East (if the blot of white on the sky was equivalent to the sun) lay an ocean. To the West, mountains. To the North lay a high ridge and a blurry shape, roughly like one of those triangular models the alchemists were fond of (pyramids, those were the things!). And South of you stood walls in the distance, proud and sturdy, bearing the seal of Lordaeron on banners hanging from the towers.
[] Go North.
[] Go South.
[] Go East.
[] Go West.
[] Try to fall asleep and leave faster (this is actually beginning to disturb you).
[] Write-in
Class vote format:
[] (Class)(Desc. optional)(Primary)
[] (Class)(Desc.)(Secondary)
"I'll talk with Nilas. I'm sure he'll enjoy having another pupil, especially since, well… since the Isles, I suppose." He worked one of the small braids in his beard as he looked over at the large book again. "And with regards to training, I assume you've come to a similar decision, if your expression is anything to go by." You nodded.
"Indeed. I thank you for your offer, Sir Morlune, and am going to take you up on it." You gestured to the tome. "I'm going to need to contribute more to this effort than a swordarm and an occasional burst of holy energy. Training, I assume, is the best way to accomplish that." Morlune nodded, smiling.
"I'm glad to hear it. In that case, I think you could look into the paths open to you today; I have a moment to spare." At your nod, he went on to explain…
Pick up to two to test yourself with:
[] Priest: The clergy and healers, who while not necessarily combatants, would wade onward through the mud and blood to heal and soothe the aching and woeful.
[] Paladin: Holy warriors, only created in the Second War almost twenty years ago. Their might comes in equal measure from faith and steel, and they are the first line of defense against the hordes of the unholy.
[] Templar: Warriors, like the paladin, but capable of casting their righteous wrath against more than demons and undead, training to wield the Light's power against evil in all forms.
[] Inquisitor: This Path has no description beyond the words "Hatred for the foe incarnate."
[] Exemplar: Men and women who join the field not as mere warriors, but as signallers and directors of battle, using banners to give orders and rally the armies. (May become a subclass)
[] Auradin: As the Paladins wield steel, the auradins wield Light. Where Paladins are pillars of individual might, the Auradins are foci from which strength reaches their allies, bolstering their resilience and giving their blows greater force.
[] Crusader: The Crusade's warriors are, to a man and woman, Crusaders of the Light. These warriors are trained specially to destroy the undead, detecting, destroying and containing them in equal measure. (May become a subclass)
[] Look into other paths…
The explanations took almost a half-hour, between your lack of ability to read the strange letters and the normal questions that always arose from such concepts. Finally, Morlune closed the book, and turned to you.
"Those are the ones I recommend, at least." He shrugged.
"No, they are entirely sensible." You only wished you could read them yourself. You were undoubtedly missing some of the nuances that you could otherwise have gleaned thanks to your soon-to-be-solved difficulty. "I'll probably go over my choices the next time we talk." He nodded.
"Things are still somewhat hectic, so I can probably talk with you again after that... Let's say tomorrow?" You both stood up, and you shook his hand, feeling a smile on your face for the first time in too long.
"Gladly. I look forward to it." You started your farewells, but felt a slight heat in your face as you remembered something. "Uh, would there be any place in particular I could stay? I don't want to be a burden on anyone." Morlune chuckled.
"Absolutely. If you want, you can stay in one of the dormitories in the Abbey, at least until you have somewhere to go." He clapped you on the shoulder, and you were suddenly keenly aware of the difference in height between the two of you. "You could even stay as long as you like, to be honest. There's always room for one more at the tables of the Order." That glaring optimism that you had detected in almost everyone so far was back, but it felt right this time, and you were glad for the welcome.
After polite farewells, he returned to his duties, leaving you to find a dormitory. After a short search and asking one of the acolytes, you were directed to a vacant space. Of course, their definition of 'vacant space' was apparently much larger than yours, considering it had its own door.
Inside was what you would have considered luxurious by clerical standards. A single bed and a chest of drawers containing simple clothing, a small mirror, a small table and chair, and two candelabras were already there, not to mention the closet containing a small shrine to the Light. The idol's similarity to a ("slightly" deformed) cross only provided you with further conviction that the Light was in some way an extension of His will.
You hadn't expected your own chamber, and you weren't sure what to think now that you had one. One that wasn't - no, you weren't going to go there. Not now. Not yet.
The next several hours were spent familiarizing yourself eith the Abbey's layout for the future, particularly regarding important places that could be used for navigation. As you finished your wanderings, you found many of the inhabitants retiring to their chambers for the night, most dedicated to a period of meditation and prayer before sleep. As there was little else you thought you could do today, you returned to your own chamber, and made your own prayers. You had been remiss the last few days, with little time between helping the caravan and sleeping. But now, they came back in force: the Pater Noster, the Ave Maria, the Symbolum Apolostorum and the Gloria Patri came out in prayers spoken for the first time in a long while. Too long had it been since you had said those words in full voice, rather than a parched whisper. The rosary that had been kept with your copy of the Good Book was a welcome remembrance, a token of times now seemingly long past.
When your prayers were finished, many for those who had fallen during your journey, you felt fatigue come over you. During your campaign, a week with little rest would have been nothing. But now you were tired, and the rest of the evening was a siren song you could not deny. Only barely registering the fact that it was the softest bed you had ever experienced (to say nothing of the welcome warmth of the covers), you slipped off into the darkness, deeper than you had known in months.
You were grasping at the bars again. The iron was sturdy and thick, set into the wood deeply enough to deter potential escape. There was a window, but you were leery of the distance, despite your faith that God in his wisdom would save you if He willed it.
It almost made you sigh to think that you would leave. Wandomme had been courteous enough in his asking for your surrender, and Luxembourg's wife was good to you. But Charles needed you. Your army needed you. France needed you. You could not stay in Beaurevoir.
Another test of the door confirmed again that it was not a viable route. The Burgundians, lying traitorous bastards to a man though they were, had competent architects and woodworkers at the very least, to say nothing of their smiths. The window seemed to emit a gleam that beckoned invitingly, but you thought for a moment longer.
It was obvious that Luxembourg himself had no intention of ransoming you back to the King, oh no. You had been waiting months for that, and it had not happened yet. More distressingly, one of the guards had informed you that another had been chosen by God in your place: a mere boy named William, who rode sidesaddle and bore the stigmata of the Savior on his skin. It was obvious that someone in the court had set this up; many of them had openly disapproved of you, and so they had set up a more agreeable savior of France. Where you were a woman, he was a man; where you were willful, he was demure; where you seized your reins and served God for His own sake, he was led by others and existed solely to remove you as a necessity. Michael wouldn't have lied about that, and he had been furious.
So you were left to your own devices. The window seemed more and more approachable, and you leaned out to look down; at least sixty feet lay between you and freedom. For anyone, it would be considered a suicide attempt. But you had to have faith. Climbing into the window and crouching on the sill, you took a deep breath and said a prayer.
And then, with your soul girded by trust in God, you leapt, and the air whistled in your ears as you began to realize you would make it -
When you landed, you lost consciousness, and you were moved to a new prison in Arras shortly after.
My̷,͖̙͙̮̤͉̯ ̰̼͈̖̫w̸h̗a̧̠̱̝̫̰͖̮ṭ̴̳̳̰ a͏̺̜̝͈̝ ͖̱͕̣t̬͇a͓l̳͕̬͖͓̣ͅe̵͙̭̖̮̞̰͍ ̱͉̥̜͘y̥̼o̰͕u̼̤͙̜̱r̮̯ ̦͔̻̲l̤̲͓̼̥̳͢ͅi͍̤̕f̧͖̣̖͚̯e̻͞ ̡hͅa͙̗͇̠̜̫̯s̭̕ ̧̞̮b̳̪̬̦̯̜͔e̡̟ḙ̷͕n̨͔͇̥/̷̦͖̤͇̖
t͉̭h̘͔̺̻̘̺a̟̣t̠͎͈̬̫ ̠͉͜y̵̱̩o͔̰̪̘̝͝u͇̗ ̳̭̳̙̤̫͘ͅa̲ŗ̫̱̹̩̯͔ȩ̘ m̷̗̭̼̦̪̝a̹͈͜d̘̝͕̠̭̣̣e҉͕̜͉͓̭ ͖̣t̛͈̣͈͙͉͕͉o̩͚̟̯ ̳̹̖s̩͡e̦̳̟̭͝t͠ ̣̫̺t̳̹̣̠͚̖h̴͖͕͍̳i̟͇̠s ̟̗s̡̬͈̤c̝͞e͕̭̭n̙̮̬̺̭̤e͇͍̫̮̻.͎͓̱͖̳̯/҉̜͔
͓̘͍̱̼͝I̮͕͉̹͍̤ ͔̳͕͚̪͚̀l͈̝̪o҉͍̖o͕̘͙̲̺̥̱k̛͔͙̯̩̬̟ ̴f̴͚̤͉̠̬o̶̖r̰̱̞̘̥͈ẉ̖̗͇a͉̞̩̜r̮͖̰̖͉̯͢ͅd̩̪̰͜ ̶͙̩t͈̩̼̤̳o̙ ̧̯̼͖̞ou͖͟r̩͕͉̤̙͞ ̝m̘͙̫̦͉̮ͅe̲̭̯̻͠ȩ͉͖͚t̡i̬̲̰͜ͅn͖̻̜͖͜g͓̪̜ ͇d̳͕͚̣̱a̗̲͚͖̹͕͟y̦̩̗̼̙͉̱͠/̫͡
͖͞w̞̘̺̭̤͓i̫͕̞̰͔͔̝t͕͘h ̖̘̫̗t̢͎h̥̣͓̖͈o̧͎̪͎̗u͔͈͎g̺̲̭͓̮̺h̛̘͕ţ̣̹̪͕̲s̴͇ ͕̜̹͕̩͉͈s̘͕̪̝̼̲͍͜o͕ ͍͔̘̙̗̺ͅv҉͉͈ͅe̟̳ͅͅr̘͚̻̖͉̲y̡̬͍̥̥ ̩k͈̻̝͔̠̜͖͠e͖̼͇͍̺͍ḙ̘̠̺͚n̢͖̬̠̺̼͚.͚̼́ͅ..̬̺͈͇̗͉̳
When you woke, it was not to the sounds of activity, but to voices in your mind. One spoke in riddles that you could not remember. The other… You didn't recall at all. But it was cold; far colder than you had expected, even with the havoc the Plague had wreaked on the lands once called the Eastweald. Opening your eyes, you saw why: This was not the Abbey. The sky was a dark blue, with streaks of white, and all around you were whispers of something old and alien. A figure sat on a nearby pile of stones - a cairn, you dimly remembered - with his face covered by strange armor.
"Oh, you're here now? Took your time, didn't you?" He waved his hand dismissively. " Don't bother, I don't exactly care at the moment. Find me and I might consider you more than fodder. I don't even want to be here, but three of my superiors all demanded it, so here I am. Catch me if you can, I guess." He faded into a cloud of grey smoke, scattering in all directions and leaving you alone. A cursory check found you in your traveling clothes, the sword once again at your belt. Looking around, you saw farming fields all around you. To the East (if the blot of white on the sky was equivalent to the sun) lay an ocean. To the West, mountains. To the North lay a high ridge and a blurry shape, roughly like one of those triangular models the alchemists were fond of (pyramids, those were the things!). And South of you stood walls in the distance, proud and sturdy, bearing the seal of Lordaeron on banners hanging from the towers.
[] Go North.
[] Go South.
[] Go East.
[] Go West.
[] Try to fall asleep and leave faster (this is actually beginning to disturb you).
[] Write-in
Class vote format:
[] (Class)(Desc. optional)(Primary)
[] (Class)(Desc.)(Secondary)
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Claytonimor
WE WILL TAKE JERUSALEM
- Location
- Loudon, TN
I'm thinking either Auradin or Paladin, with Exemplar being a subclass only if we go Paladin.
I was looking at Paladins and Templars myself more. Yeah though, Exempler Sub-class definitely. That basically has Jeanne written all over it.
The voting options... Anyone have any idea what/who this is? Not having Micheal or the other Saints is probably unsettling though.
The voting options... Anyone have any idea what/who this is? Not having Micheal or the other Saints is probably unsettling though.
Khona Moshr
Pink Flamingo Cabal Healer(they/them)
- Location
- Alabama
- Pronouns
- They/Them
As someone who mains healing in mmos I'll say Priest and Auradin
Spectrum
Tell me a secret~
- Location
- Behind you~
[X] Exemplar: Men and women who join the field not as mere warriors, but as signallers and directors of battle, using banners to give orders and rally the armies. (May become a subclass)
This sholudn't even be a choice. It's Jeanne, she of the fleurbanner. C'mon, this is who she is. Just take it as primary for now and make the primary/sub decision later.
(I'd be kinda okay with Auradin I guess.)
[X] Go South.
Vague gut feeling for now. I don't know much about the DK quest lines.
This sholudn't even be a choice. It's Jeanne, she of the fleurbanner. C'mon, this is who she is. Just take it as primary for now and make the primary/sub decision later.
(I'd be kinda okay with Auradin I guess.)
Salanar the Dark Rider, one of the DK NPCs. My vague guess is this might have something with getting a mount?
[X] Go South.
Vague gut feeling for now. I don't know much about the DK quest lines.
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
You can choose both now, or see about training in another when you meet Morlune I suppose. You can choose a second and give up on it as well. I'll leave the Horseman speculation to go on for now.
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Mother Nyx
Mother of Elpis
- Location
- The Kei Klub
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Exemplar: Men and women who join the field not as mere warriors, but as signallers and directors of battle, using banners to give orders and rally the armies. (May become a subclass)
[X] Auradin: As the Paladins wield steel, the auradins wield Light. Where Paladins are pillars of individual might, the Auradins are foci from which strength reaches their allies, bolstering their resilience and giving their blows greater force.
[X] Go South.
[X] Auradin: As the Paladins wield steel, the auradins wield Light. Where Paladins are pillars of individual might, the Auradins are foci from which strength reaches their allies, bolstering their resilience and giving their blows greater force.
[X] Go South.
Spectrum
Tell me a secret~
- Location
- Behind you~
What's the tradeoff? Less potent skills if taken as sub than if primary? Or slower progression?
Avoozl
The Dark One
- Location
- Beyond the depths of the far realm
[X] Exemplar: Men and women who join the field not as mere warriors, but as signallers and directors of battle, using banners to give orders and rally the armies. (May become a subclass)
[X] Auradin: As the Paladins wield steel, the auradins wield Light. Where Paladins are pillars of individual might, the Auradins are foci from which strength reaches their allies, bolstering their resilience and giving their blows greater force.
[X] Go South.
[X] Auradin: As the Paladins wield steel, the auradins wield Light. Where Paladins are pillars of individual might, the Auradins are foci from which strength reaches their allies, bolstering their resilience and giving their blows greater force.
[X] Go South.
Khona Moshr
Pink Flamingo Cabal Healer(they/them)
- Location
- Alabama
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] Priest: The clergy and healers, who while not necessarily combatants, would wade onward through the mud and blood to heal and soothe the aching and woeful.
[X] Auradin: As the Paladins wield steel, the auradins wield Light. Where Paladins are pillars of individual might, the Auradins are foci from which strength reaches their allies, bolstering their resilience and giving their blows greater force.
[X] Go South.
[X] Auradin: As the Paladins wield steel, the auradins wield Light. Where Paladins are pillars of individual might, the Auradins are foci from which strength reaches their allies, bolstering their resilience and giving their blows greater force.
[X] Go South.
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
Classes are the primary focus of a character. They define in broad terms what the character can do, and what they are able to focus on.
Subclasses, here at least, are what happens when you take a class and remove a lot of its more versatile ability in favor of greater focus. Exemplars as a class are the ultimate morale-boosters and can easily help direct armies, but aren't exactly Light wielders. As a subclass, they don't have the same potency, but their abilities come with whatever class you chose as primary.
The other subclass option, the Crusader, is more about combat and the essence of the Crusade (obvs). Their grasp of the Light is to track the undead, trap them within the Crimson Ring, and then burn them from within with the spark of life. They are interrogators and hunters as well as holy warriors. As a subclass, the have many of the same abilities, but their Light loses its wildly zealous offensive qualities; it no longer will necessarily set the target on fire, it won't technically be as effective at forcing interrogation.
Spectrum
Tell me a secret~
- Location
- Behind you~
How are you interpreting votes? If people were using approval voting and actually only wanted Exemplar (Primary) but not as a Subclass, how is that viewed if that ends up coming in, say, second?
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
I would personally recommend doing it like this (really should've explained sooner)
[] (Choice) - Primary for class, - Secondary for subclass
Spectrum
Tell me a secret~
- Location
- Behind you~
[][Choice] Auradin, Exemplar
Is that the format you want if someone wanted Auradin Primary, Exemplar Secondary?
- Location
- California
[X] Exemplar: Men and women who join the field not as mere warriors, but as signallers and directors of battle, using banners to give orders and rally the armies. (May become a subclass)
[X] Auradin: As the Paladins wield steel, the auradins wield Light. Where Paladins are pillars of individual might, the Auradins are foci from which strength reaches their allies, bolstering their resilience and giving their blows greater force.
[X] Go West
[X] Auradin: As the Paladins wield steel, the auradins wield Light. Where Paladins are pillars of individual might, the Auradins are foci from which strength reaches their allies, bolstering their resilience and giving their blows greater force.
[X] Go West
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
More like
[] Auradin (Desc. optional) (Primary)
[] Exemplar (Desc.) (Secondary)
But your version is good too.
[X] Templar(Primary)
[X] Exemplar(Secondary)
[X] Go West.
While yes we're great at leadership and support, I think Templar's Smite option is also pretty desirable, considering our vast Light capability. Theres stuff that no matter how well led, however well buffed, mere soldiers cannot hurt.
We can hurt those. Let there be light.
[X] Exemplar(Secondary)
[X] Go West.
While yes we're great at leadership and support, I think Templar's Smite option is also pretty desirable, considering our vast Light capability. Theres stuff that no matter how well led, however well buffed, mere soldiers cannot hurt.
We can hurt those. Let there be light.
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- Location
- Behind you~
I would probably recommend editing your vote post with updated instructions then.
@Lazy Minx @Avoozl @Khona Moshr FYI, please see updated vote format
I waffled on it and decided to swap to
[X] Templar (Primary)
[X] Exemplar (Secondary)
[X] Go South.
While being the aura and buffbot is, from a true-to-Jeanne perspective actually satisfying, the internal schisms and risk of backstabbing mean I'm a little more comfortable with acquiring personal killpower.
Mother Nyx
Mother of Elpis
- Location
- The Kei Klub
- Pronouns
- She/Her
This new vote is fine too. It allows her to use the light against everything, at least that is how I read it.
[X] Templar (Primary)
[X] Exemplar (Secondary)
[X] Go South.
[X] Templar (Primary)
[X] Exemplar (Secondary)
[X] Go South.
- Location
- nz
[X] Templar(Primary)
[X] Exemplar(Secondary)
[X] Go West.
[X] Exemplar(Secondary)
[X] Go West.
[X] Templar (Primary)
[X] Exemplar (Secondary)
[X] Go West.
[X] Exemplar (Secondary)
[X] Go West.
ThatGuyWithIdeas
Treize died for our sins
- Location
- Romania
[X] Templar(Primary)
[X] Exemplar(Secondary)
[X] Go West.
[X] Exemplar(Secondary)
[X] Go West.