Celestial Hills Light RP/PVE
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About the Empyrean Divine
The Divine are a collective community of gamers that share a common passion for massively multiplayer online roleplaying games. The truly unique enjoyment of MMO's stem from experiences in playing with other players. Each experience can be different for everyone, and so in most cases a guild with interests and compatibility is often sought for.
The Empyrean Divine seek to provide an environment that is balanced, fun, and a safe haven for all it's members. The community retains a zero tolerance against discrimination to race, gender, sexual orientation or any type of trait subject to discrimination. In ensuring that the players needs are met, and a solid foundation for guild rules, the Divine guarantee to bring together like minded players to develop new friendships and forge new bonds.
Our Mission Statement
We are a mature guild that seeks to strengthen the community of our games, as well as the fans by providing a great medium for expression, lore, and gaming environment. The Empyrean Divine seek to share experiences with like minded individuals. The success of the guild is bolstered by itâ€™s Creed. Honor, Loyalty, Faith. Honoring our members and families by giving them the respect, patience and honesty that they deserve. Loyalty in members by remaining 100% committed to the well being of the guild and itâ€™s family. Faith in seeking patience and positivity in one another. This means lending a hand to our members, and offering support when needed. With our creed we hope to host a highly evolved, committed and stable community for folks around the world to share an amazing experience in our games together.
The Empyrean Divine is a PVE based guild that typically rolls on PVE or PVE-RP Servers. Our entire focus is on the community, through pve challenges and PVP elements if presented as an opportunity.
Light â€“ RP
We are consist a casual group of roleplayers. Many of us are not veterans to the idea of roleplaying. We attract players that are both interested in roleplaying and players that are very familiar with it from classic RP communities. Thus we encourage players to give it a try, as it adds to the immersion of a game as well as character investment. At the same time we encourage our roleplaying veterans to practice patience, and assist our interested roleplayers in developing their lore. Roleplaying Elitism does exist and we discourage any likes of it in interest to keeping our community a comfortable environment for all.
The Empyrean Divine hold a minimum age requirement of 18 years old. Most of our members are between 25-35 years old.
One of our many interests is raiding, and we do take part in all the raids that are currently available, though like all events, attendance is never required. It should however be made very clear, our style and view on raiding is very lighthearted and laid-back. While "beatingâ€ a raid is certainly fun and rewarding, it is by no measure our primary goal. We go on raids to have fun, to enjoy each others company, and most of all for the experience. The only thing we take serious about raiding is our excellent ability to work as a team and to listen to each other. If you are looking for a guild that just likes to have a lot of fun while on a raid, please do consider applying for membership, but if raiding is your only interest or if you are someone who is all business while raiding, you may want to seek a more raid focused guild.
Crafting is a large part of our experience. We encourage members to support eachother and provide eachother with the materials necessary to achieve results before sending them off to the Auction House. Likewise we frown upon anyone who likes to "receive and never giving backâ€. It is the mentality of supporting one another, that will make crafting a unique and successful experience for everybody.
The title of the guild derives from inspiration of Dante Alighieri's ,The Divine Comedy. Our coin phrase is an excerpt from a particular line in the series of poems.
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate
Abandon all hope - you who entere here
The Empyrean Divine plays on poems and translations from prinicipals laid out by the journey of Dante Alighieri through the several layers of hell. It allows the members the freedom to take up on creative plays and inspire new character stories, lore and overall immersion.
"Midway upon the journey of our life,
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straight foreward pathway had been lost."
In Tera, the Divine embark on a holy mission outside of the jurisdiction of the Federation in order to perform tasks and accomplish a mission that otherwise could not be done under the restrictive bureaucratic elements of the Federation.
The dream has been broken, it's prolongued silence risen from the ashes of whence it bore fruit to a life of dreams, eloquence and aspiration. Through the deep slumber of the great titans, Arun and Shara, rose great power of the twelve Gods. The voice of it's mothered slumber has broken wake to the formless void of its new self. Through their solace, they had given birth to the twelve Gods and eventually the unique but numerous mortals. Arun dreamt of the Elves, Humans, Amani, Devas and Poporis, where Shara had dreamt of the Sikandari, Gulas, Vampirs, Wendgos, Faeries, and Nagas. It was in time that the masers of the mortals and divine collective of the twelves gods clashed into fuedal warfare, forever scarring and bringing the dreams of the two titans to a crashing dead lock. These divine wars left most of the gods dead, imprisoned, or otherwise diminished.
The mortals of old, that were drug into the divine wars by power of the twelve gods suffered a defeating blow. One that would spell near destruction of the dreams of the two titans. Among defeat, pain, and divine clashings and its strife, would arise a new and powerful entity. A unity that would band the seven remaining races of Tera.
Uncovered among the relics of its divine history, were the carvings and scripture of Gormak. A fallen Soldier during the great war, and among the races that had become near extinct. The great Giants.
"I lay down, in an alcove of rocks above a scorched crater, in vantage to view the distant horizon. Thunder has ruled the dark skies for so long I long for the rain to stop its torturing beat.Lightning strikes, tearing at the flesh of the earth in anger of war and fury. I have been struck, and fear I am the last of my kind. The gods have forsaken us and the mortals pay, their short and brief existence."
"I awoke, drawing my last breath as the warm water of the skies retreat down my face. A soft hand approaches, a light of divine blessing follows in wake. Have I met my end? I carve my thoughts into my skin, as my body becomes part of the soil of my great world. The Giants are no more, I am its last and I see the final light welcoming the end of a great era of my kind. With the light, a voice approached with great drums echoing in the distant"
"Rest my friend, you will be remembered. Let us forever embrace your honor, your sacrifice. You may now rest and be with your loved ones."
"I close my eyes and see my end to the steady drums of war, may my death not be in vain, and may the divines find the end to this final battle."
-Excerpt, The Final Moments of Gormak the Giant
In the wake of the fallen giant,it is said a great army arose from the great distance, its drums echoing through the endless fields of death. It is also said that through war, heroes were made, but none that had seen the true face of the many gods. Gomak the giant was one of few who had set eyes on the great divine and his army. He had never seen its kind but were said to appear as mortal men. Humans of the South. Perhaps touched by the Gods, a man rose to lead champions against the Gods, to proclaim their victory and to ensure peace.
Thunder stroke on the twelth and final day, marking the death of Gormak. It was too late for the Giants, and a new revalation, and new battle found itself penetrating the scorched valley of the Giants. The bodies of the Titans, now void of passion and life, had turned to dark, fire and death underneath the truly sinister evil that would awake to proclaim all of the Gods.
A Silver Boot slams into the muddy terrain, raid pouring down and reflecting its shiny smooth surface. The Spurs rattle slightly as the clanging of metal can be heard followed by the dragging of a crimson ridden cloak. A golden cross emblem can be seen upon breastplate as intracate ornate designs are engraved upon its borders, marking the exquisite history and great command of the one bearing it. It was he that Gormak had last laid his eyes upon, the great Divine.
His eyes glowed with great fire, a stout jaw and scarred cheek, his long flowing white hair whispiring in the wind. He pulls his hood down, feeling the damp breeze of the ashy smoke and air riddled with warm rain and blood of the gods. He promptly looked to his flank while resting his arm upon his spear. Behind him, approaches a multitude of silver armored clad Divines. A Captain approaches his side, sword and leather bound hands gripping his side in confident command. His curly mustache sways as he gazes upon the Divine Commander.
"M'lord. The Divines are Ready." The Captain gently lowers his hands from his sides, looking back towards the army of warriors. He quickly looks towards the Divine Commander as he turns to speak to him.
"How many more must die like this, a once proud Giant, only to see the creation of its once beautiful creators, to the soil of their very body. Over what, Captain? By Arun's grace, How many more of the mortals shall the Gods take down with them amidst their anger."
The Captains eyes, linger to the distance as the Commander speaks, slowly gazing back to the troops. The hum of drums and tattered flags waiving in the wind, offsetting the tempo of coarse wind.
"Aye, my Lord, it is not for me to say. It is the Divine Gods who got us into this bloody mess anyway. Let us see it to an end. You are blessed by the twelve, and you lead the Divines. May our deeds be washed, and may the sons of our time learn from the past."
The bold Divine Commander looks back at the captain, while shuffling a soft gaze to the multitide of hosts behind him. He thoughts and soul already torn from the struggles of the great divines. He promptly moves back as the ground shakes before him in a loud thunder. A hissing noise permeates through the air as a dark mist forms along their battle-line. A dark red light cracks through the rock and soil, as the dark rain becomes wet with blood.
"It is time, Captain". The Divine Lord promptly nods to the Captain, the Captain turning to ready the troops.
The distant thunder inches closer and a wall of smoke engulfes the valley, the rain swelling as the mud and water rises over the Giant, Gormaks body. A loud chant is heard in the distance, whistles and howling permeat the valley with echoes of deaths. Red Eyes appear in the mist of darkness. The Divine Commander, promptly lifts his spear and banner, arising a bright cross to the heavens.
The Divine Commander adjusts his body to the army of disgured souls, their tongues slithering to the ground, and eyes bright with anger and fire. Slowly approaching in their call of battle, and hiss of poison. He bolsters himself upon a rock, spear in hand and shouts to the heavens in a deep boisterous thunder.
"I am he, you seek. I am the son of the Divines, the Father of the Empyreans, none shall come, none shall enter. I am Arenthil Val'Dun, Light of Arun, Shield of the South. Here we will finish all that have transpired, here you will die."
The dark myst responds in a vengeful screech. The skies turn pitch black as the darkness sweeps down in a mighty and intimidating charge, the air freezing and ground charring beneath its trails. Lord Arenthil turns to his captain.
"Sound the horn of Arun, let us die with honor." Proclaims Lord Arenthil.
"Yes m'lord!" The Captain responds in excitement, seemingly welcoming death and end of the generation long battle and misery.
The rattle and screeching of the dark myst approaches closer as the ground shakes vigerously. A single horn is sounded in the background, and the drums of war begin to clamour. The steady silver line of warriors begin to shimmer as the clouds break through, exposing sun from the divine touched army. A hymn can be heard as clerical justicars begin blessing the Divines, in a united praise to the Heavens, light sweeping over the host of ten thousand. The warriors begin humming the Divine hymn of praise as the battle line moves forward.
Lord Arenthil and his Captain begins marching forward, spear and banner high in hand. The Divine Commander grasps his blessed cross and begins to turn march into a quick pace. The clamour of the troops increase as pace is quickened. Heavy with armour, the Commander lifts his spear into the air, his white hair flowing down his shoulders, and trailing behind him.
The creeping death lunges forward in a furious charge, screams and hisses shattering lifeless trees and rocks upon the valley. The Silver Army lunges in return, beginning a charge that would spark the final heavenly clash of the Divines. Lord Arenthil rests his eyes deep into the dark myst and lets out a roaring charge.
"Lasciate Ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate!"
Abandon all hope, you who enter here!
The two armies clash in the dark valley, where bodies of giants, humans, and divines are threwn about. Steel meets shield as the strikes of death turn to thunder. Flashes of light quickly erupt, only to be overun by darkness. For several days, the battle rages on, never relenquishing its fury. For months, the light of day is never seen, as the fog of war blankets the great valley. Hundreds of thousands of Divines blanket the canvas of the two Titans. Their bodies, taking into the soil.
In time, the great battle and sacrifice led by Priest and Lord Arenthil Val'Dun would be known as the Empyrean War. He was the leader of the Empyreans, a great army devoted to the holy blessings of the Titan Arun. It would become one of many battles that mark the end of the Great Divine War.
Several years after the war, when the Seven Races of Tera unite, to battle against the rising threat of the Argons, the call of the Empyreans would needed again. An heir of the late Lord Val'dun would rise to answer the call and unite the forces once again.
Edited by: Arenthas 11 months ago