Cleric
(#93272264)
Generation II | Herald's Line
Familiar
Sparkling Capricorn
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Imperial
This dragon cannot breed until Jun 10, 2024 (19 days).
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
24.41 m
Wingspan
17.61 m
Weight
7046.34 kg
Genetics
Umber
Petals
Petals
Charcoal
Flair
Flair
Driftwood
Koi
Koi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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 C L E R I C 
BARGHEST LORE AND LINEAGE PROJECT
GENERATION II HERALD’S LINE 
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L et thy sins be washed away in the waters of the mind. Let thy shoulders rest from the weight carried upon them. Speak freely, and know that all will be forgiven. There is no fear here, or shame. Relieve thyself of thy pain, and give to me what thy hides in the shadows |
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The Cathedral itself isn’t intimidating; if anything, it seems much more plain than Melba thought it would be. The windows had images etched into glass, but the colors were dulled from the many years they had stood in the sun. The wood had long since been bleached by that same sun, though even so the color was retained somewhat in the grain. Even the stone stairs leading to the wide doors were well-worn with footpaths- was she in the right place? “How far have you traveled, dear?” Melba jumps at the voice next to her, looking up at the Gaoler with surprise. “I’m sorry?” The Gaoler laughs, looking down at her as their webbed wings flex. “Do forgive me, but I know the members of my community- and you are a new face to me. So you must have traveled from somewhere, and I’m curious as to how far that somewhere is.” Melba readjusts her wings as she clears her throat. “Very far, I suppose... I’m from Snowsquall. I heard of this village and of your cleric... I had to come and see what all the rumors were about.” She explains, looking around her before muttering. “It’s underwhelming.” “Oh, my dear, that is because you have only just arrived. Here, come with me. I will show you around the town, get some food, and then you can ask all the questions you wish about these rumors you’ve heard.” The Gaoler hums, their tail swaying low against the ground. They turn away from the Cathedral, and motion for Melba to follow. Despite not wanting to, the hospitality is nice after such a long journey, and so she follows after the larger dragon slowly. Still, Melba swears that she can feel the Cathedral watching her as she leaves… The Gaoler, Hyllus as Melba came to learn, is not even the dragon in charge- he’s just an old man! He laughed when Melba became upset, but truth be told, she found it ridiculous that such a dragon could act like he knew everything when he didn’t even make any of the big decisions. “You are so tightly wound, my dear, it’s no wonder that you found your way here.” Hyllus chuckles as he slides her a warm cup of honey tea. “You are not the first one who has come here after hearing an outrageous story, nor are you going to be the last. At least you are funny.” Melba sips her tea carefully, her tail swatting behind her. Her pearl was tucked safely in her bag, hidden away from sight as to avoid any trouble on the road, but for once she found herself wishing that she had kept it in her claws... “So you know of the stories told about this place? About the cleric in that broken old cathedral?” “It is not broken.” Hyllus says simply, the rough sound of age rasping into his voice. “It is indeed old, it was here even before I was born, or perhaps it was built just as I was- what I do know is that it has been standing for a long time, and has always looked as it has.” He explains, settling across the table from Melba. How old was this dragon, anyway? He didn’t carry any of the weight of age on him, but she could see the greying fur around his muzzle... “So it has always looked like.. that?” Melba snorts, shaking her head. The story she heard back home was nothing but stupid fantasies, then... Hyllus laughs, deep and boisterous, shaking Melba from any thought that she was having. “You say that as if it is a bad thing, my dear! Yes, it has always looked worn and old, but I’ve never seen a hint of structural weakness in it. Even with the river flowing so close to it, the Cathedral has always stayed perfectly still. Ever standing, ever watching..” He muses, looking into his cup. The air in the room is warm as it blows over them both, and Melba grows worried as his eyes glaze over. Oh, please don’t have this old dragon die in front of her, she has already done so much she can’t have this on her too- “But now our dear Cleric has taken residence, so the Catherdal doesn’t seem so still anymore.” Hyllus smiles, the color returning to his eyes as he smiles. “Ah, speaking of.. what brought you here, Melba? What story did you hear?” Melba frowns, pushing away her cup as she pulls her bag closer. The brushes rustle within, as does her pearl, but the treasure barely makes a sound from the pocket it is stored in. “It was nothing, I shouldn’t have believed it anyway. There’s nothing special about this town.” She huffs, standing from where she had sat. “Thank you, but I have to get going back home. I’ve seen all that I need to.” Hyllus simply sips his tea, his large size seeming so… miniscule inside of his home. Just as Melba was about to leave and slam the door behind her, she pauses, as if something is insisting that she stay put. A gut feeling, telling her that if she leaves now, she’ll never know the truth. “Ah, that always does seem to happen. Curiosity is an odd thing, isn’t it.” Hyllus chuckles deeply as Melba sits down again, a knowing look in his eye. “The cleric you mentioned does reside in the Cathedral, yes, but her name is quite literally Cleric. She’s had the name since I knew her, but never explained as to why- only that it was a name given to her that she will uphold.” He explains, placing his cup down onto the wooden table. His claws are cracked at the ends from age, but his pads are still nimble in the way that they move. “She came to town when I was very young, I saw her when she came. She hadn’t made herself known to us for a long time, however, and for a while, I had thought my young mind had imagined her. However, one day, she was simply there- standing outside of the Catherdal and dusting the old stones around the door. Many of us were confused; when had she arrived, who was she, what was she doing in a building no one had used in many years? At first, we simply ignored her. After all, we didn’t use the old building, so if she wished to pretty it up, then fine.” Melba leans closer over the table as she listens to Hyllus tell his story, wanting nothing more than to write down the words painting such an image in her mind. She can’t pick up her paints again, however, never again... Hyllus takes another sip, “And then one day, perhaps just to see what would happen, someone went up to her and asked for her name. She introduced herself and asked the dragon- oh I’ve forgotten his name now- but she asked him if he would like to come inside and talk for a bit. He was inside of that Catherdal for most of the day, but when he came out…” His eyes glaze over once more, “He was different, lighter. Happier.” “You have to understand, Melba, before Cleric came this town was nothing but a village- forgotten and lost in the woods. We provided for ourselves, with no trade routes in years, and many of our families having grown up knowing each other. The community was one, but we were alone. Many things were done during that time, things I can not repeat nor do I want to. But Cleric… she didn’t mind. She listened, to every one of us. Over drinks, over food, over tears and wails and cheers. Truly, her kindness knows no bounds. She listened, and then..” Hyllus sighs happily, the glaze still in his eyes. He sips his tea but seems to have lost the end of the sentence. “You should go and visit her, Melba. At least to see the inside, and perhaps take a walk by the river. It’s beautiful this time of year.” Melba frowns as Hyllus hums and closes his eyes, unable to voice her frustrations over the fact that he didn’t finish the story. She wanted to press for more, but she knew that there would be nothing else- even the dragon she had met back home hadn’t told her anything else, only spoke of the things that the town would bring and of the cleric- of Cleric- inside of the cathedral. Of the forgiveness she would grant if you allowed her to listen. Melba didn’t believe it, and still didn’t- but a small part of her hoped that perhaps it was all true. Perhaps… Perhaps she could be forgiven. The Cathedral seemed very different now, standing in front of the large double doors so close. They were towering and wide, and yet they seemed perfectly normal too. Melba had painted doors like these many times, but seeing them now.. her work was akin to a hatchling painting with their tail. She could hear the flowing river behind the building, but she saw no way to reach the water. Even trying to go around the Cathedral, there didn’t seem to be a way around. Something would always catch her attention, and keep her from going all the way to the back. Then again, she didn’t really want to see the river itself. No.. she wanted to see Cleric. As if the universe knew her desire, the wind blew from behind Melba, forcing her ever closer to those big wooden doors. After a moment of hesitation, she pushes them open, preparing herself for there to be nothing but cobwebs and rotting wood. Instead, the sight that greets her is breathtaking. The glass windows, with their faded images lost to the sun, reflect and split the beams of light that filter into the large building- catching on the natural dust within the air and creating pathways of ever-shifting, blending light. The inside is spacious, with enough room to whole the entire town and more should it be necessary, with pews of redwood well cared for and lamps on golden chains hanging from the ceiling above. While blank, the white marble ceiling was still gorgeous nonetheless and helped to reflect the light coming from the outside. It was so warm inside as well, nothing like the comfortable cold outside. At the front, there was a low stage, with the steps really nothing more than decoration then to be used- and sitting in the middle, glowing within the light of the evening sun, was Her. “I was wondering when you would come in.” She cooed, her voice smooth and soft- yet so loud at the same time. Not overwhelmingly loud, it simply just filled the room that they stood inside of. She had many cloths wrapped around her face, with winged decorations creating a halo of feathers around her head- though she doesn’t see any clips or clasps holding them in place. They must simply be held on with the cloth, then... Jewels and silken clothes draped her form, delicate and stunning within the light. “Do not be afraid, it is alright. Please, sit. Did you not rest before you came?” Melba finds herself feeling small in the presence of the dragon, walking slowly towards the towering figure. Though, she is not so towering now as she leans down to come face-to-face with Melba. In fact, she seems to just be a normal dragon, like her. An Imperial, there was no doubt with her figure- but there was nothing to fear here. “My name is Cleric. I know that this is a lot to take in, but please, rest. I will get you water.” Cleric bows, her voice still so calm- like a blanket wrapping around Melba’s body. Her wings are drooped against her sides, watching as the Imperial before her produces a glass of water. Hadn’t she just had a drink a few moments ago? No, that seems so far away now… Melba sips her water slowly, still amazed by the sights around her. She sees all the beauty before her and feels the weight of her bag against her side growing heavier and heavier by the moment. “Cleric, I- I heard that you can help those who have done wrong. Is that true?” Cleric smiles, her fangs just as bright as the golden decals on her body. “Yes, I can. You are safe here, whatever it is, you can say it. You needn’t worry. All will be forgiven.” “You will not forgive this.” Melba denies, setting down the glass as she becomes enraptured in the beauty of the Cathedral. “You decorate yourself with such art, such perfection created by others- and I have copied it all, just for a few pieces of treasure. Priceless artifacts, paintings done by legends, sculptures created in the image of the Gods- I fabricated and replicated and sold. Simply for a few pieces of treasure. I have made nothing with my own hands, all that I have I have stolen from others and claimed as my own. I have used the minds and beauty that others have created and tossed it into the world of monsters- just so I may live another day.” Melba begins to weep, looking back up at Cleric and the bundle of cloth that she is wrapping in her hands. “And I know that if I were to leave this place, I would replicate your beauty as well, and do the same as I always have. I do not want to, but I know that I will. I always have, and always will. Please, forgive me for my sins. Please, take this from me. I wish not to create more fakes, I wish not to trick others for my own gain- please, Cleric, free me from this!” Melba wails, the sounds never traveling farther than between the gap of the two dragons. Her tears are used as the threads to hold the pieces of cloth together as Cleric skillfully crafts the ball in her talons. Melba doesn’t understand why she does, but she knows that this is a good thing. That this is what will help. Only once Melba’s eyes have dried does Cleric stop her weaving, and she reaches out with her paw to take Melba’s. “Dear Melba, you needn’t worry anymore. I can see how badly you want to do good, to create and bring joy to those who view your work. Allow me to take your sin, and you will be free of this weight. You can stay for as long as you wish to replicate my beauty, for I believe that it will not be replication- never again. I believe that you will create something of your own, truly. And I can not wait to see what it is.” “Allow me to take your sin, and your wish shall be granted. You will be free of your hurt, free of your fakery- you will create your own beauty. May I?” “Yes. Take my sin.” And with one swift movement, the bundle of earthen cloth is slid down Cleric’s open, waiting throat, and Melba breathes fresh air.
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extra lore notes
- has a lot of traits similar to a Golden Jackel, and in fact is the form that she takes on rare occasions
- Valencia is a close friend, and the one who she has been communicating with since she discovered herself and her abilities. While they do love one another, it's more platonic than anything else. They are soulmates, made to help each other
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