Tahariae

Tahariae Ranking:: Aengul Proxies:: Clerical Order Domain(s):: Purity, Justice Hostility: Friendly Note: AenguDaemonica fall under jurisdiction of the LT.

Summary

Within the skies above, Tahariae, the Aengul of Purity, watches the world. His thoughts only that of pure perfection throughout the realm. Constantly, he sought to ensure that the realm which mortals and his servants walk remains cleansed of anything that affects its pure state. The unnatural, the unneeded, and the unsafe; those were his conditions, what deemed something to be that of impure, firmly engraved in his mind like carvings upon stone. The Aengul followed these conditions to the point that the concept applied to the Aengudaemon’s themselves, for they also hit the three conditions, and should never wander the mortal realm unless he himself believed it to be needed. Despite his belief, which to some are acceptable, his decisions are usually taken with a sense of bias and ignorance. The pleas of many commonly ignored to reach his own goal, and yet even when a greater threat underlies that of his own he merely throws it aside as it fails to meet his demands with a blind eye

There is more to this Aengul than just purity and that is his burning desire to see the world cleansed of impurities that threatened to consume the lands. The land and the children of creation that had peeked his interest so. To solve a problem of who was worthy and who was not, of who was pure and who was filled with vile and wicked corruption, so did he take the mantle of judge. Those first gifted with his light had to pass his judgement wash themselves clean of impurity and unholy sins. Tahariae offered no mercy, no remorse, and no emotion in the patronless clerics struggles to wash themselves and to be pure in the Silver Stag’s eyes. Once the first of the pure had risen, The First Prophet of Tahariae he was gifted a vision of a Silver Stag, preaching onto the Cleric his ways. Judgement was passed and given, and the story told of Tahariae and his judgement given unto mortals of present, and past were given. Even passing judgement on his Aengul kin in his eyes. Those deemed wicked were given cold justice, those proven to be pure were given a warm embrace of the mortals and other beings that dwelled upon the world of Asulon.

At times, Tahariae has been seen as the quiet guardian to his servants for it is they who help him in his mission to restore the world to purity. He watches and guides those he sees as true to his cause, protecting and leading them. Those who show worship and respect to him, he watches and protects. At times, He teaches and grants them new strengths to aid them. Yet to those who defy His will, He meets with undying rage and fury, one that is beyond anything mortal. A raging wildfire, uncontrollable and fierce. Gaining His forgiveness for going against Him or the clerics is extraordinary yet seen as powerful within the clerical orders, for their own lord had forgiven them. However, rarely does Tahariae communicate with His clerics or accepts their requests to see Him, unless He sees it as benefitting to His goals of utmost importance. Despite this silence, He reminds the clerics that he is still there and watching over them, through the light He gives them and the gentle warmth it gives off. A gentle light within the darkness. For Tahariae to descend, only an event that would bring forth true impurity or failure to His mission must happen to bring the Aengul into the mortal realm. This is something many of His servants understand and respect, for to descend is to place His very own immortality and life at risk.

It has been rumoured that sometimes Tahariae tests His servants, seeing where their loyalty and faith lies, just how determined they are to devote to His cause, and how far they are willing to go for it. Those who pass are supposedly seen as Tahariae’s most devoted of servants and have the Aengul’s blessings in safety and power. Whereas those who fail would be disconnected. There have been many examples of these tests, one major one being that of the “Leap of Clerics” within Vailor, within the year of darkness. The Aengul ordered the clerics to leap off the highest of towers but reassured them He would catch them.

The Three Ages

Knowing his neverending cravings for the mortal realm to remain that of perfection, he soon considered means in which he could achieve such an ambitious goal. Somewhere deep within his thoughts sparked a faint idea, to bless those of natural birth with the the watered down powers he holds and thus, the clerics were created. The first time he laid his hand upon the mortal realm would be within the age of disease. Within his mind sat his ideal view, with the only threat present being that of other mortals. However he soon found that this image was distorted by plague, famine, suffering. So he granted a few individuals with the capabilities to remove this extraneous variable from his absolute image and soon he saw pieces fall into place to form what he desired.

Come the age of undead within the lands of Aegis, his once successful healers become under threat from a plethora of sources. They lacked the abilities required to protect themselves and within days his ambition became halted by the oncoming brutality that was the undead. So he tasked himself with creating a new string of blessed individuals, the war clerics. Holding greater abilities than that of their predecessors they soon set about assisting in the eradication of the undead (who being a creation of Iblees, easily hit his conditions) and thus, the imperfection was removed.

The final of the three would be the age of Setherien. Within this era two further threats emerged from the crevices of Anthos, that of the harbingers and wraiths. To further balance out the tipping scales he broke his own terms, the formation of the Itharel casting that of the unnatural to Anthos. He held grand regret over this decision upon the coming years, for even though it may have been required to achieve utmost perfection, his own creation now cursed the mortal realm to never achieve what he desired. The final age exposed Tahariae to the truth, that the more he altered the mortal realm upset his own causes, he was adding imperfection. So he withdrew his ever manipulating hand, leaving the few empowered individuals to hold responsibility over his blessing.

His Realm

It’s believed that every Aengudaemon resides within their own realm and for Tahariae it would be no different. A giant of a building would dominate his, built from the finest of white quartz fashioned into bricks and moulded to form the image of a courthouse. With colossal pillars that consumed the outside of the building it almost would appear threatening to the ordinary eye, a place of judgement and with it, punishment. However should you enter his courthouse the layout would not be that of a mortals thinking. There would be no jury, audience or even a place for a defendant to place his case. Only a single seat; that of the judge.

Xan’s Revival

During the age of Setherien, Xan joint amongst the few AenguDaemons that granted the mortal kind power as he re-formed the order known as the Golden Lance and upon the forges of Xan a once forgotten artifact was granted that of purpose once more, the golden lance itself. The process had not been left without victim however, for the mere power the lance demanded drained the Aengul entirely and left it within a state of utmost weakness as he balanced himself amongst the edge of death.

Xan sat within his realm, the very fabric that formed its existence crumbling into nothingness as the raw power of the Aengul dwindled further. However within the chaos emerged a figure, bringing a spark to the furnace that had since died to nothing more than ash. Tahariae had granted his brother a second chance, for his own mission would have never been accomplished without Xan's dedication. The event left the pair with further strengthened friendship, to such a degree many consider them literal brothers. Tahariae even forgave Xan for intruding upon the mortal realm, which despite stuttering his strive for perfection he could not hold anger against.