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	''Grace:'' The leader Jelna Sarik gazes into your eyes and then smiles. Upraising one finger, she touches your forehead and whispers, "The gods have indeed smiled upon you, <''Cleric''>."		''Grace:'' The leader Jelna Sarik gazes into your eyes and then smiles. Upraising one finger, she touches your forehead and whispers, "The gods have indeed smiled upon you, <''Cleric''>."

			''Wren:'' Jelna pauses, "The wren? That's a symbol of Faenella, the goddess of music."

			''Favor:'' "I speak of the favors that a cleric gains to use in communing, <Cleric>," the leader says, "not the type you earn to preserve your soul from the ravages of death."

			The leader Jelna gazes into your eyes and then smiles. Upraising one finger, she touches your forehead and whispers, "The gods have indeed smiled upon you, <Cleric>."

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	She is holding a handcrafted oak cane with a sculptured handle in her left hand.<br />		She is holding a handcrafted oak cane with a sculptured handle in her left hand.<br />
	She is wearing a shimmering strand of opal prayer beads, some sturdy leather walking shoes, a soft brown wool shawl and a simple brown robe bound at the waist with a black silken rope.<br />		She is wearing a shimmering strand of opal prayer beads, some sturdy leather walking shoes, a soft brown wool shawl and a simple brown robe bound at the waist with a black silken rope.<br />

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			''Altar:'' The leader Jelna Sarik looks at you and smiles. Jelna Sarik falls silent, head bowed.

			''Temple:'' Jelna Sarik smiles warmly, "Riverhaven's temple is set in a beautiful garden area with shrines devoted to many of our gods. It is something the city is proud of, and though it saw some attack during the [[Gorbesh War]], our citizens defended it well."

			''Cemetery:'' Jelna Sarik replies, "At present our places for the dead are undisturbed by the undead who seek to claim the buried remains to their alliance."

			''[[Devotion]]:'' Jelna Sarik's face becomes alight with ardor for her vocation as he begins to explain, "The term Devotion as we call it among our order is a personal measure of how dedicated you are to your gods and, in kind, how favorably They regard you. It is essentially what allows us to be the primary conduit between the gods and the mortals. Learn the myriad sacred rituals and weave them into your very life, Cleric.<br />
			A Cleric who is pure of spirit has the ability to invoke the power and wisdom of the gods through Devotion, but as Clerics are mere mortals, all power must be absorbed and channeled through us. Being that we ourselves are imperfect, much of the divinity is repelled and lost before the Cleric can even use it. Never forget the simple fact that mortals are mortals, and gods are gods.<br />
			On the other hand, if you engage in practices which the gods themselves have forbidden -- such as graverobbing, necromancy or otherwise aiding the undead --, you will find the divine deaf to your pleas, and even your own magic will wilt without the lifeblood that is faith. To be rid of this profane state and become ritually Clean once again, a Cleric must employ the more dedicated rituals."

			''[[Necromancy]]:'' Jelna Sarik's face grows dour, eyes flickering with indignation. "All, all Immortals despise that foul magic, Cleric, even the darkest. Its products -- the undead -- are mockeries of the divine's creations and corrupt the cycle of Life and Death. Necromantic taint festers deep in the soul, which brings utter spiritual ruination sooner or later. As a holy servant of the gods, you must be especially careful to remain pure in the face of such evil, lest you become unclean and unworthy in Their eyes."

			''Necropolis:'' Jelna Sarik looks at you and says, "That is something best answered on Aesry Surlaenis'a, <''Cleric''>."

			''Gods:'' The leader Jelna Sarik smiles, her eyes lighting up.

			"Many are the gods of our land. There is Kertigen, patron of the crafter's trade. There is Hodierna, the great goddess of life, who smiles upon us all. There is Meraud, god of magic and foresight and the dark side of the arcane arts. There is Damaris, who is the quiet god of assassins, thieves, dreams, and the night. There is Everild, whose smile brings victory to many a warrior. Truffenyi, the god of forgiveness, blesses us with the power of resurrection. Hav'roth serves the earth, his soul, it is said, dwells within all rocks and stones. Eluned is the Lady of the seas and wisdom, and a master of arcane arts. Glythtide brings joy wherever he goes; his laughter brings spring. Tamsine is the lady of the hearth and brings peace to homes. Faenella brought song into the world of silence, and is a great patron of all arts, it is she who brought music to all peoples. Chadatru is the god of justice who also brings warmth with the sun every day. And...."

			The priestess abruptly stops, then continues, saying, "Last of them and the one who is the hardest to serve is Urrem'tier, who is, quite literally, Death." She gazes past you, her eyes distant.

			"All of us must go to Urrem'tier someday, even the Elves Fade into that genderless god's embrace. Death by that spirit's hand is, as ever, final, and it is Urrem'tier who will someday guide us down our last steps on the Starry Path."

			''Grace:'' The leader Jelna Sarik gazes into your eyes and then smiles. Upraising one finger, she touches your forehead and whispers, "The gods have indeed smiled upon you, <''Cleric''>."

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 Jelna the Guild Leader is an elderly woman dressed in simple brown robes bound at the waist by a length of black silken rope.  Her short curly hair clings to her scalp in silver ringlets surrounding a wizened smiling face.  She carries a cane clenched in one frail hand, and in the other a strand of prayer beads which she slowly turns as she speaks.  Despite her obvious age, she stands straight and strong , and behind her eyes lurks a barely contained fire for life that shines like the sun after a storm.
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 You see Guild Leader Jelna Sarik, a Human Cleric.<br />
 She has blue eyes and curly ringlets of silver hair.<br />
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 She is holding a handcrafted oak cane with a sculptured handle in her left hand.<br />
 She is wearing a shimmering strand of opal prayer beads, some sturdy leather walking shoes, a soft brown wool shawl and a simple brown robe bound at the waist with a black silken rope.<br />

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	"While we have perhaps one of the most difficult paths of all, ours is the most rewarding," Jelna Sarik says quietly. "In our hands lies the power of the gods and the trust of the souls of the fallen. While the power to restore life is hard won, it is not the only reward on our path. We alone can commune with our gods, and we alone gain the benefit of their blessing."		"While we have perhaps one of the most difficult paths of all, ours is the most rewarding," Jelna Sarik says quietly. "In our hands lies the power of the gods and the trust of the souls of the fallen. While the power to restore life is hard won, it is not the only reward on our path. We alone can commune with our gods, and we alone gain the benefit of their blessing."
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	Jelna Sarik adds gently, "Superficial gains are just that. You must decide whether you wish to achieve the quiet beauty of inner peace, the triumph in returning life to those who have fallen, and the joy in turning back what undead may plague our lands."		Jelna Sarik adds gently, "Superficial gains are just that. You must decide whether you wish to achieve the quiet beauty of inner peace, the triumph in returning life to those who have fallen, and the joy in turning back what undead may plague our lands."

	==~~Appearance~~==		==Description==
	Jelna the Guild Leader is an elderly woman dressed in simple brown robes bound at the waist by a length of black silken rope. Her short curly hair clings to her scalp in silver ringlets surrounding a wizened smiling face. She carries a cane clenched in one frail hand, and in the other a strand of prayer beads which she slowly turns as she speaks. Despite her obvious age, she stands straight and strong , and behind her eyes lurks a barely contained fire for life that shines like the sun after a storm.		Jelna the Guild Leader is an elderly woman dressed in simple brown robes bound at the waist by a length of black silken rope. Her short curly hair clings to her scalp in silver ringlets surrounding a wizened smiling face. She carries a cane clenched in one frail hand, and in the other a strand of prayer beads which she slowly turns as she speaks. Despite her obvious age, she stands straight and strong , and behind her eyes lurks a barely contained fire for life that shines like the sun after a storm.

	===~~GMNPC~~ Appearance===		===Appearance===
	You see Guild Leader Jelna Sarik, a Human Cleric.<br />		You see Guild Leader Jelna Sarik, a Human Cleric.<br />
	She has blue eyes and curly ringlets of silver hair.<br />		She has blue eyes and curly ringlets of silver hair.<br />
	She is elderly for a human.<br />		She is elderly for a human.<br />
	She is in good shape.<br />

	She is holding a handcrafted oak cane with a sculptured handle in her left hand.<br />		She is holding a handcrafted oak cane with a sculptured handle in her left hand.<br />
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	Jelna Sarik gazes at you for a moment and speaks, words soft but clear, "The guild of Clerics is devoted to the Holy magics and to serving our Gods. We practice our arts in many ways but all goals are the same in the end; to preserve and sanctify those whom the Gods have put into our care, to lead them out of the shadows of Death and to aid them in their own quests. We fight if we must, but our strength lies not in arms primarily. Our true powers come from those whom we follow and from them we get abilities according to our own worth and discipline. The gods are our test and our reward."		Jelna Sarik gazes at you for a moment and speaks, words soft but clear, "The guild of Clerics is devoted to the Holy magics and to serving our Gods. We practice our arts in many ways but all goals are the same in the end; to preserve and sanctify those whom the Gods have put into our care, to lead them out of the shadows of Death and to aid them in their own quests. We fight if we must, but our strength lies not in arms primarily. Our true powers come from those whom we follow and from them we get abilities according to our own worth and discipline. The gods are our test and our reward."

	Jelna Sarik gazes at you, judging your intentions and motives. "To become a cleric is simple in and of itself. All you must do is JOIN. But be warned. The path, once it becomes deeply set, cannot be reversed, and the Gods have little patience with one who trifles with them. Be sure your meditations are complete before you take up our ways."		Jelna Sarik gazes at you, judging your intentions and motives. "To become a cleric is simple in and of itself. All you must do is {{com\|JOIN}}. But be warned. The path, once it becomes deeply set, cannot be reversed, and the Gods have little patience with one who trifles with them. Be sure your meditations are complete before you take up our ways."

	Jelna Sarik turns from you to a small altar where she lights a tiny candle. "This is your old way of life," she says. She then extinguishes it. She captures the smoke from the dead flame in a tiny crystal bottle and lights a small amount of fragrant incense in a dish. The aroma rises in a gentle cloud. She pours out the captured smoke of your former life and watches as it mingles with the rising incense. Silently, she gestures for you to approach. "Inhale the smoke," she whispers. "Take on your new destiny." You carefully do as instructed and feel a tingle all over. "Now you belong to the Gods," the guild leader intones.		Jelna Sarik turns from you to a small altar where she lights a tiny candle. "This is your old way of life," she says. She then extinguishes it. She captures the smoke from the dead flame in a tiny crystal bottle and lights a small amount of fragrant incense in a dish. The aroma rises in a gentle cloud. She pours out the captured smoke of your former life and watches as it mingles with the rising incense. Silently, she gestures for you to approach. "Inhale the smoke," she whispers. "Take on your new destiny." You carefully do as instructed and feel a tingle all over. "Now you belong to the Gods," the guild leader intones.
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	"First," she says, "it is important that you memorize the location of our Guild. For here is where you will receive your blessed training and where you will practice your skills. And truly I say unto you that you will need training, for no one living is perfect in all things."		"First," she says, "it is important that you memorize the location of our Guild. For here is where you will receive your blessed training and where you will practice your skills. And truly I say unto you that you will need training, for no one living is perfect in all things."

	"You have chosen a difficult path, Cleric," says Jelna Sarik. "The way to Holiness is not for the casual traveller or the faint of heart. Many will be your trials and tribulations, but great will be your rewards, both spiritual and temporal if you persevere." The guild leader gazes at you with gentle but piercing eyes.		"You have chosen a difficult path, Cleric," says Jelna Sarik. "The way to Holiness is not for the casual traveller or the faint of heart. Many will be your trials and tribulations, but great will be your rewards, both spiritual and temporal if you persevere." The guild leader gazes at you with gentle but piercing eyes.<br />
	After a moment, she continues, "Here, you will be trained in the rituals needed to further your service to your God or Goddess. We take no position on who is worshipped, so long as your devotion is genuine."		After a moment, she continues, "Here, you will be trained in the rituals needed to further your service to your God or Goddess. We take no position on who is worshipped, so long as your devotion is genuine."

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	"Equip yourself well," Jelna Sarik says. "Get thee arms suitable for your defense and such armor as you deem good to protect you while you learn our ways."		"Equip yourself well," Jelna Sarik says. "Get thee arms suitable for your defense and such armor as you deem good to protect you while you learn our ways."

	Jelna Sarik looks at you solemnly. "You have taken your first step into a larger world, one beyond the limits of mortal flesh and blood. Think deeply before you commit further, for the Gods do not take lightly those who misuse their gifts."		Jelna Sarik looks at you solemnly. "You have taken your first step into a larger world, one beyond the limits of mortal flesh and blood. Think deeply before you commit further, for the Gods do not take lightly those who misuse their gifts."<br />
	Jelna Sarik pauses, and you sense she is waiting to impart some final knowledge upon you.		Jelna Sarik pauses, and you sense she is waiting to impart some final knowledge upon you.

	"The Gods have looked favorably on your quest with us," she says softly. "They have blessed you already with an increased awareness of your latent abilities. Go now and seek to understand how you have grown in power.		"The Gods have looked favorably on your quest with us," she says softly. "They have blessed you already with an increased awareness of your latent abilities. Go now and seek to understand how you have grown in power.<br />
	"Remember though," she warns you, "never abuse your skills or take them for granted, for what the Gods give, they also can remove."		"Remember though," she warns you, "never abuse your skills or take them for granted, for what the Gods give, they also can remove."
	[[Category:Cleric]][[Category:Human]][[Category:Guild Leaders]][[Category:Alive]][[Category:NPCs]]

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	"While we have perhaps one of the most difficult paths of all, ours is the most rewarding," Jelna Sarik says quietly. "In our hands lies the power of the gods and the trust of the souls of the fallen. While the power to restore life is hard won, it is not the only reward on our path. We alone can commune with our gods, and we alone gain the benefit of their blessing."		"While we have perhaps one of the most difficult paths of all, ours is the most rewarding," Jelna Sarik says quietly. "In our hands lies the power of the gods and the trust of the souls of the fallen. While the power to restore life is hard won, it is not the only reward on our path. We alone can commune with our gods, and we alone gain the benefit of their blessing."

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	==Appearance==		==Appearance==
	Jelna the Guild Leader is an elderly woman dressed in simple brown robes bound at the waist by a length of black silken rope. Her short curly hair clings to her scalp in silver ringlets surrounding a wizened smiling face. She carries a cane clenched in one frail hand, and in the other a strand of prayer beads which she slowly turns as she speaks. Despite her obvious age, she stands straight and strong , and behind her eyes lurks a barely contained fire for life that shines like the sun after a storm.		Jelna the Guild Leader is an elderly woman dressed in simple brown robes bound at the waist by a length of black silken rope. Her short curly hair clings to her scalp in silver ringlets surrounding a wizened smiling face. She carries a cane clenched in one frail hand, and in the other a strand of prayer beads which she slowly turns as she speaks. Despite her obvious age, she stands straight and strong , and behind her eyes lurks a barely contained fire for life that shines like the sun after a storm.

			===GMNPC Appearance===
			You see Guild Leader Jelna Sarik, a Human Cleric.<br />
			She has blue eyes and curly ringlets of silver hair.<br />
			She is elderly for a human.<br />
			She is in good shape.<br />

			She is holding a handcrafted oak cane with a sculptured handle in her left hand.<br />
			She is wearing a shimmering strand of opal prayer beads, some sturdy leather walking shoes, a soft brown wool shawl and a simple brown robe bound at the waist with a black silken rope.<br />

	==[[Cleric]] Introduction Speech==		==[[Cleric]] Introduction Speech==

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			{{NPC
	=== Cleric Guild Leader Jelna Sarik ===
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			\|guild=Cleric
			\|race=Human
			\|gender=Female
		⚫	\|location=Riverhaven
			\|type=guild leader
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			"While we have perhaps one of the most difficult paths of all, ours is the most rewarding," Jelna Sarik says quietly. "In our hands lies the power of the gods and the trust of the souls of the fallen. While the power to restore life is hard won, it is not the only reward on our path. We alone can commune with our gods, and we alone gain the benefit of their blessing."

			Jelna Sarik adds gently, "Superficial gains are just that. You must decide whether you wish to achieve the quiet beauty of inner peace, the triumph in returning life to those who have fallen, and the joy in turning back what undead may plague our lands."
	Guild: [[Cleric]]<br>
	Sex: Female<br>
	Race: [[Human]]<br>
	Known Relatives: none<br>
⚫	~~Location: [[~~Riverhaven]]

			==Appearance==
	Jelna the Guild Leader is an elderly woman dressed in simple brown robes bound at the waist by a length of black silken rope. Her short curly hair clings to her scalp in silver ringlets surrounding a wizened smiling face. She carries a cane clenched in one frail hand, and in the other a strand of prayer beads which she slowly turns as she speaks. Despite her obvious age, she stands straight and strong , and behind her eyes lurks a barely contained fire for life that shines like the sun after a storm.		Jelna the Guild Leader is an elderly woman dressed in simple brown robes bound at the waist by a length of black silken rope. Her short curly hair clings to her scalp in silver ringlets surrounding a wizened smiling face. She carries a cane clenched in one frail hand, and in the other a strand of prayer beads which she slowly turns as she speaks. Despite her obvious age, she stands straight and strong , and behind her eyes lurks a barely contained fire for life that shines like the sun after a storm.

			==[[Cleric]] Introduction Speech==
			Jelna Sarik gazes at you for a moment and speaks, words soft but clear, "The guild of Clerics is devoted to the Holy magics and to serving our Gods. We practice our arts in many ways but all goals are the same in the end; to preserve and sanctify those whom the Gods have put into our care, to lead them out of the shadows of Death and to aid them in their own quests. We fight if we must, but our strength lies not in arms primarily. Our true powers come from those whom we follow and from them we get abilities according to our own worth and discipline. The gods are our test and our reward."

			Jelna Sarik gazes at you, judging your intentions and motives. "To become a cleric is simple in and of itself. All you must do is JOIN. But be warned. The path, once it becomes deeply set, cannot be reversed, and the Gods have little patience with one who trifles with them. Be sure your meditations are complete before you take up our ways."

			Jelna Sarik turns from you to a small altar where she lights a tiny candle. "This is your old way of life," she says. She then extinguishes it. She captures the smoke from the dead flame in a tiny crystal bottle and lights a small amount of fragrant incense in a dish. The aroma rises in a gentle cloud. She pours out the captured smoke of your former life and watches as it mingles with the rising incense. Silently, she gestures for you to approach. "Inhale the smoke," she whispers. "Take on your new destiny." You carefully do as instructed and feel a tingle all over. "Now you belong to the Gods," the guild leader intones.

			Jelna Sarik gazes at you and smiles a welcome. "Greetings, young Cleric! It is a blessing to see one such as yourself seeking out the paths of the Holy."

			"First," she says, "it is important that you memorize the location of our Guild. For here is where you will receive your blessed training and where you will practice your skills. And truly I say unto you that you will need training, for no one living is perfect in all things."

			"You have chosen a difficult path, Cleric," says Jelna Sarik. "The way to Holiness is not for the casual traveller or the faint of heart. Many will be your trials and tribulations, but great will be your rewards, both spiritual and temporal if you persevere." The guild leader gazes at you with gentle but piercing eyes.
			After a moment, she continues, "Here, you will be trained in the rituals needed to further your service to your God or Goddess. We take no position on who is worshipped, so long as your devotion is genuine."

			She adds, "In addition, you will receive education in the arts of Holy Magic and such weaponry training as is needed to ensure your survival."

			"Equip yourself well," Jelna Sarik says. "Get thee arms suitable for your defense and such armor as you deem good to protect you while you learn our ways."

			Jelna Sarik looks at you solemnly. "You have taken your first step into a larger world, one beyond the limits of mortal flesh and blood. Think deeply before you commit further, for the Gods do not take lightly those who misuse their gifts."
			Jelna Sarik pauses, and you sense she is waiting to impart some final knowledge upon you.

			"The Gods have looked favorably on your quest with us," she says softly. "They have blessed you already with an increased awareness of your latent abilities. Go now and seek to understand how you have grown in power.
			"Remember though," she warns you, "never abuse your skills or take them for granted, for what the Gods give, they also can remove."
	[[Category:Cleric]][[Category:Human]][[Category:Guild Leaders]][[Category:Alive]][[Category:NPCs]]		[[Category:Cleric]][[Category:Human]][[Category:Guild Leaders]][[Category:Alive]][[Category:NPCs]]

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	An ~~elderly~~ ~~Human~~ ~~woman, Jelna~~ is dressed in a simple brown ~~robe~~ bound at the waist ~~with~~ a black silken rope is ~~stooped~~ ~~over~~ a ~~bee~~ ~~skep.~~ ~~Curly~~ ~~ringlets~~ of silver ~~hair~~ ~~frame~~ a wizened smiling face, ~~with~~ ~~tiny~~ ~~laugh~~ ~~lines~~ ~~deeply~~ ~~mired~~ ~~near~~ ~~twinkling~~ ~~blue~~ ~~eyes~~. A ~~handcrafted~~ ~~oak~~ ~~cane~~ is ~~hooked~~ ~~over~~ ~~the~~ ~~arm~~ ~~that~~ is ~~carefully~~ ~~reaching~~ ~~for~~ ~~some~~ ~~sticky~~ ~~honeycomb~~ ~~deep~~ ~~within~~ the ~~beehive.~~		Jelna the Guild Leader is an elderly woman dressed in simple brown robes bound at the waist by a length of black silken rope. Her short curly hair clings to her scalp in silver ringlets surrounding a wizened smiling face. She carries a cane clenched in one frail hand, and in the other a strand of prayer beads which she slowly turns as she speaks. Despite her obvious age, she stands straight and strong , and behind her eyes lurks a barely contained fire for life that shines like the sun after a storm.

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	* {{tt\|Cemetery}}: Jelna Sarik replies, "At present our places for the dead are undisturbed by the undead who seek to claim the buried remains to their alliance."		* {{tt\|Cemetery}}: Jelna Sarik replies, "At present our places for the dead are undisturbed by the undead who seek to claim the buried remains to their alliance."

	* [[Devotion\|{{tt\|Devotion}}]]: Jelna Sarik's face becomes alight with ardor for her vocation as he begins to explain, "The term Devotion as we call it among our order is a personal measure of how dedicated you are to your gods and, in kind, how favorably They regard you. It is essentially what allows us to be the primary conduit between the gods and the mortals. Learn the myriad sacred rituals and weave them into your very life, ''<cleric>''.~~<br />~~		* [[Devotion\|{{tt\|Devotion}}]]: Jelna Sarik's face becomes alight with ardor for her vocation as he begins to explain, "The term Devotion as we call it among our order is a personal measure of how dedicated you are to your gods and, in kind, how favorably They regard you. It is essentially what allows us to be the primary conduit between the gods and the mortals. Learn the myriad sacred rituals and weave them into your very life, ''<cleric>''.
	A Cleric who is pure of spirit has the ability to invoke the power and wisdom of the gods through Devotion, but as Clerics are mere mortals, all power must be absorbed and channeled through us. Being that we ourselves are imperfect, much of the divinity is repelled and lost before the Cleric can even use it. Never forget the simple fact that mortals are mortals, and gods are gods.~~<br />~~		:A Cleric who is pure of spirit has the ability to invoke the power and wisdom of the gods through Devotion, but as Clerics are mere mortals, all power must be absorbed and channeled through us. Being that we ourselves are imperfect, much of the divinity is repelled and lost before the Cleric can even use it. Never forget the simple fact that mortals are mortals, and gods are gods.
	On the other hand, if you engage in practices which the gods themselves have forbidden -- such as graverobbing, necromancy or otherwise aiding the undead --, you will find the divine deaf to your pleas, and even your own magic will wilt without the lifeblood that is faith. To be rid of this profane state and become ritually Clean once again, a Cleric must employ the more dedicated rituals."		:On the other hand, if you engage in practices which the gods themselves have forbidden -- such as graverobbing, necromancy or otherwise aiding the undead --, you will find the divine deaf to your pleas, and even your own magic will wilt without the lifeblood that is faith. To be rid of this profane state and become ritually Clean once again, a Cleric must employ the more dedicated rituals."

	* [[Necromancy\|{{tt\|Necromancy}}]]: Jelna Sarik's face grows dour, eyes flickering with indignation. "All, all Immortals despise that foul magic, ''<cleric>'', even the darkest. Its products -- the undead -- are mockeries of the divine's creations and corrupt the cycle of Life and Death. Necromantic taint festers deep in the soul, which brings utter spiritual ruination sooner or later. As a holy servant of the gods, you must be especially careful to remain pure in the face of such evil, lest you become unclean and unworthy in Their eyes."		* [[Necromancy\|{{tt\|Necromancy}}]]: Jelna Sarik's face grows dour, eyes flickering with indignation. "All, all Immortals despise that foul magic, ''<cleric>'', even the darkest. Its products -- the undead -- are mockeries of the divine's creations and corrupt the cycle of Life and Death. Necromantic taint festers deep in the soul, which brings utter spiritual ruination sooner or later. As a holy servant of the gods, you must be especially careful to remain pure in the face of such evil, lest you become unclean and unworthy in Their eyes."
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	* {{tt\|Gods}}: The leader Jelna Sarik smiles, her eyes lighting up.		* {{tt\|Gods}}: The leader Jelna Sarik smiles, her eyes lighting up.
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	"Many are the gods of our land. There is [[Kertigen]], patron of the crafter's trade. There is [[Hodierna]], the great goddess of life, who smiles upon us all. There is [[Meraud]], god of magic and foresight and the dark side of the arcane arts. There is [[Damaris]], who is the quiet god of assassins, thieves, dreams, and the night. There is [[Everild]], whose smile brings victory to many a warrior. [[Truffenyi]], the god of forgiveness, blesses us with the power of resurrection. [[Hav'roth]] serves the earth, his soul, it is said, dwells within all rocks and stones. [[Eluned]] is the Lady of the seas and wisdom, and a master of arcane arts. [[Glythtide]] brings joy wherever he goes; his laughter brings spring. [[Tamsine]] is the lady of the hearth and brings peace to homes. [[Faenella]] brought song into the world of silence, and is a great patron of all arts, it is she who brought music to all peoples. [[Chadatru]] is the god of justice who also brings warmth with the sun every day. And...."		:"Many are the gods of our land. There is [[Kertigen]], patron of the crafter's trade. There is [[Hodierna]], the great goddess of life, who smiles upon us all. There is [[Meraud]], god of magic and foresight and the dark side of the arcane arts. There is [[Damaris]], who is the quiet god of assassins, thieves, dreams, and the night. There is [[Everild]], whose smile brings victory to many a warrior. [[Truffenyi]], the god of forgiveness, blesses us with the power of resurrection. [[Hav'roth]] serves the earth, his soul, it is said, dwells within all rocks and stones. [[Eluned]] is the Lady of the seas and wisdom, and a master of arcane arts. [[Glythtide]] brings joy wherever he goes; his laughter brings spring. [[Tamsine]] is the lady of the hearth and brings peace to homes. [[Faenella]] brought song into the world of silence, and is a great patron of all arts, it is she who brought music to all peoples. [[Chadatru]] is the god of justice who also brings warmth with the sun every day. And...."
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	The priestess abruptly stops, then continues, saying, "Last of them and the one who is the hardest to serve is [[Urrem'tier]], who is, quite literally, Death." She gazes past you, her eyes distant.		:The priestess abruptly stops, then continues, saying, "Last of them and the one who is the hardest to serve is [[Urrem'tier]], who is, quite literally, Death." She gazes past you, her eyes distant.
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	"All of us must go to Urrem'tier someday, even the Elves [[Fade]] into that genderless god's embrace. Death by that spirit's hand is, as ever, final, and it is Urrem'tier who will someday guide us down our last steps on the Starry Path."		:"All of us must go to Urrem'tier someday, even the Elves [[Fade]] into that genderless god's embrace. Death by that spirit's hand is, as ever, final, and it is Urrem'tier who will someday guide us down our last steps on the Starry Path."

	* {{tt\|Grace}}: The leader Jelna Sarik gazes into your eyes and then smiles. Upraising one finger, she touches your forehead and whispers, "The gods have indeed smiled upon you, ''<cleric>''."		* {{tt\|Grace}}: The leader Jelna Sarik gazes into your eyes and then smiles. Upraising one finger, she touches your forehead and whispers, "The gods have indeed smiled upon you, ''<cleric>''."
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	* {{tt\|Favor}}: "I speak of the favors that a cleric gains to use in communing, ''<cleric>''," the leader says, "not the type you earn to preserve your soul from the ravages of death."		* {{tt\|Favor}}: "I speak of the favors that a cleric gains to use in communing, ''<cleric>''," the leader says, "not the type you earn to preserve your soul from the ravages of death."
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	The leader Jelna gazes into your eyes and then smiles. Upraising one finger, she touches your forehead and whispers, "The gods have indeed smiled upon you, ''<cleric>''."		:The leader Jelna gazes into your eyes and then smiles. Upraising one finger, she touches your forehead and whispers, "The gods have indeed smiled upon you, ''<cleric>''."

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	She is wearing a shimmering strand of opal prayer beads, some sturdy leather walking shoes, a soft brown wool shawl and a simple brown robe bound at the waist with a black silken rope.<br />		She is wearing a shimmering strand of opal prayer beads, some sturdy leather walking shoes, a soft brown wool shawl and a simple brown robe bound at the waist with a black silken rope.<br />

	==Topics==		==Conversation Topics==
	''Altar:'' The leader Jelna Sarik looks at you and smiles. Jelna Sarik falls silent, head bowed.		* {{tt\|Altar}}: The leader Jelna Sarik looks at you and smiles. Jelna Sarik falls silent, head bowed.

	''Temple:'' Jelna Sarik smiles warmly, "Riverhaven's temple is set in a beautiful garden area with shrines devoted to many of our gods. It is something the city is proud of, and though it saw some attack during the [[Gorbesh War]], our citizens defended it well."		* {{tt\|Temple}}: Jelna Sarik smiles warmly, "Riverhaven's temple is set in a beautiful garden area with shrines devoted to many of our gods. It is something the city is proud of, and though it saw some attack during the [[Gorbesh War]], our citizens defended it well."

	''Cemetery:'' Jelna Sarik replies, "At present our places for the dead are undisturbed by the undead who seek to claim the buried remains to their alliance."		* {{tt\|Cemetery}}: Jelna Sarik replies, "At present our places for the dead are undisturbed by the undead who seek to claim the buried remains to their alliance."

	''[[Devotion]]:'' Jelna Sarik's face becomes alight with ardor for her vocation as he begins to explain, "The term Devotion as we call it among our order is a personal measure of how dedicated you are to your gods and, in kind, how favorably They regard you. It is essentially what allows us to be the primary conduit between the gods and the mortals. Learn the myriad sacred rituals and weave them into your very life, ~~Cleric~~.<br />		* [[Devotion\|{{tt\|Devotion}}]]: Jelna Sarik's face becomes alight with ardor for her vocation as he begins to explain, "The term Devotion as we call it among our order is a personal measure of how dedicated you are to your gods and, in kind, how favorably They regard you. It is essentially what allows us to be the primary conduit between the gods and the mortals. Learn the myriad sacred rituals and weave them into your very life, ''<cleric>''.<br />
	A Cleric who is pure of spirit has the ability to invoke the power and wisdom of the gods through Devotion, but as Clerics are mere mortals, all power must be absorbed and channeled through us. Being that we ourselves are imperfect, much of the divinity is repelled and lost before the Cleric can even use it. Never forget the simple fact that mortals are mortals, and gods are gods.<br />		A Cleric who is pure of spirit has the ability to invoke the power and wisdom of the gods through Devotion, but as Clerics are mere mortals, all power must be absorbed and channeled through us. Being that we ourselves are imperfect, much of the divinity is repelled and lost before the Cleric can even use it. Never forget the simple fact that mortals are mortals, and gods are gods.<br />
	On the other hand, if you engage in practices which the gods themselves have forbidden -- such as graverobbing, necromancy or otherwise aiding the undead --, you will find the divine deaf to your pleas, and even your own magic will wilt without the lifeblood that is faith. To be rid of this profane state and become ritually Clean once again, a Cleric must employ the more dedicated rituals."		On the other hand, if you engage in practices which the gods themselves have forbidden -- such as graverobbing, necromancy or otherwise aiding the undead --, you will find the divine deaf to your pleas, and even your own magic will wilt without the lifeblood that is faith. To be rid of this profane state and become ritually Clean once again, a Cleric must employ the more dedicated rituals."

	''[[Necromancy]]:'' Jelna Sarik's face grows dour, eyes flickering with indignation. "All, all Immortals despise that foul magic, ~~Cleric~~, even the darkest. Its products -- the undead -- are mockeries of the divine's creations and corrupt the cycle of Life and Death. Necromantic taint festers deep in the soul, which brings utter spiritual ruination sooner or later. As a holy servant of the gods, you must be especially careful to remain pure in the face of such evil, lest you become unclean and unworthy in Their eyes."		* [[Necromancy\|{{tt\|Necromancy}}]]: Jelna Sarik's face grows dour, eyes flickering with indignation. "All, all Immortals despise that foul magic, ''<cleric>'', even the darkest. Its products -- the undead -- are mockeries of the divine's creations and corrupt the cycle of Life and Death. Necromantic taint festers deep in the soul, which brings utter spiritual ruination sooner or later. As a holy servant of the gods, you must be especially careful to remain pure in the face of such evil, lest you become unclean and unworthy in Their eyes."

	''Necropolis:'' Jelna Sarik looks at you and says, "That is something best answered on Aesry Surlaenis'a, <''~~Cleric~~''>."		* {{tt\|Necropolis}}: Jelna Sarik looks at you and says, "That is something best answered on Aesry Surlaenis'a, ''<cleric>''."

	''Gods:'' The leader Jelna Sarik smiles, her eyes lighting up.		* {{tt\|Gods}}: The leader Jelna Sarik smiles, her eyes lighting up.

	"Many are the gods of our land. There is Kertigen, patron of the crafter's trade. There is Hodierna, the great goddess of life, who smiles upon us all. There is Meraud, god of magic and foresight and the dark side of the arcane arts. There is Damaris, who is the quiet god of assassins, thieves, dreams, and the night. There is Everild, whose smile brings victory to many a warrior. Truffenyi, the god of forgiveness, blesses us with the power of resurrection. Hav'roth serves the earth, his soul, it is said, dwells within all rocks and stones. Eluned is the Lady of the seas and wisdom, and a master of arcane arts. Glythtide brings joy wherever he goes; his laughter brings spring. Tamsine is the lady of the hearth and brings peace to homes. Faenella brought song into the world of silence, and is a great patron of all arts, it is she who brought music to all peoples. Chadatru is the god of justice who also brings warmth with the sun every day. And...."		"Many are the gods of our land. There is [[Kertigen]], patron of the crafter's trade. There is [[Hodierna]], the great goddess of life, who smiles upon us all. There is [[Meraud]], god of magic and foresight and the dark side of the arcane arts. There is [[Damaris]], who is the quiet god of assassins, thieves, dreams, and the night. There is [[Everild]], whose smile brings victory to many a warrior. [[Truffenyi]], the god of forgiveness, blesses us with the power of resurrection. [[Hav'roth]] serves the earth, his soul, it is said, dwells within all rocks and stones. [[Eluned]] is the Lady of the seas and wisdom, and a master of arcane arts. [[Glythtide]] brings joy wherever he goes; his laughter brings spring. [[Tamsine]] is the lady of the hearth and brings peace to homes. [[Faenella]] brought song into the world of silence, and is a great patron of all arts, it is she who brought music to all peoples. [[Chadatru]] is the god of justice who also brings warmth with the sun every day. And...."

	The priestess abruptly stops, then continues, saying, "Last of them and the one who is the hardest to serve is Urrem'tier, who is, quite literally, Death." She gazes past you, her eyes distant.		The priestess abruptly stops, then continues, saying, "Last of them and the one who is the hardest to serve is [[Urrem'tier]], who is, quite literally, Death." She gazes past you, her eyes distant.

	"All of us must go to Urrem'tier someday, even the Elves Fade into that genderless god's embrace. Death by that spirit's hand is, as ever, final, and it is Urrem'tier who will someday guide us down our last steps on the Starry Path."		"All of us must go to Urrem'tier someday, even the Elves [[Fade]] into that genderless god's embrace. Death by that spirit's hand is, as ever, final, and it is Urrem'tier who will someday guide us down our last steps on the Starry Path."

	''Grace:'' The leader Jelna Sarik gazes into your eyes and then smiles. Upraising one finger, she touches your forehead and whispers, "The gods have indeed smiled upon you, <''~~Cleric~~''>."		* {{tt\|Grace}}: The leader Jelna Sarik gazes into your eyes and then smiles. Upraising one finger, she touches your forehead and whispers, "The gods have indeed smiled upon you, ''<cleric>''."

	''Wren:'' Jelna pauses, "The wren? That's a symbol of Faenella, the goddess of music."		* {{tt\|Wren}}: Jelna pauses, "The wren? That's a symbol of Faenella, the goddess of music."

	''Favor:'' "I speak of the favors that a cleric gains to use in communing, <~~Cleric~~>," the leader says, "not the type you earn to preserve your soul from the ravages of death."		* {{tt\|Favor}}: "I speak of the favors that a cleric gains to use in communing, ''<cleric>''," the leader says, "not the type you earn to preserve your soul from the ravages of death."

	The leader Jelna gazes into your eyes and then smiles. Upraising one finger, she touches your forehead and whispers, "The gods have indeed smiled upon you, <~~Cleric~~>."		The leader Jelna gazes into your eyes and then smiles. Upraising one finger, she touches your forehead and whispers, "The gods have indeed smiled upon you, ''<cleric>''."