#templewall

[voiceinthesky]

The Church of Prios

The Church of the sun god Prios governs a domain of its own in Ambria, a territory large as a duchy centered around the city of Templewall. The First Father of Prios resides in the city, selected for life by the Curia – the ruling body of the Church, which is comprised of the leaders of its three subdivisions: the Priesthood, the Templars and the Twilight Friars. Jeseebegai who now sits on the Evening Throne at Templewall was elected from among the Twilight Friars six years ago.

The theurgs and liturgs of the Priesthood are responsible for interpreting Prios’ commandments and for managing all His temples, from the cathedrals in Yndaros and Templewall to the repaired shrine on Karvosti. Their current representative in the Curia is named Anabela Argona and is the sister of Count Alkantor Argona; a bond that the count is accused of exploiting in the ambition to expand his domain and influence.

The Knights of the Dying Sun, also called Sun Knights or Templars, are the armed wing of the Church. Its well-equipped and highly skilled Templars, who all stem from noble families, played a crucial part at the end of The Great War – a fact which Knight Commander, Iakobo Vearra, never lets anyone forget.

[b3th24-blog]

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[ourthroneofthorns]

The Church of Prios

Once Prios was but one god of a pantheon worshipped in the now dead kingdom Alberetor. The Lifegiver protected the lives and souls of the people of that fallen realm alongside his siblings the Earthmother, the Executioner, the Pathfinder, the Wildling, the Arch-Builder, the Seafarer, the Guardian and the Hostess. Then during the war against the Dark Lords came the Exaltation, after a powerful vision came to Queen Korinthia Prios was declared the sole protector and saviour of the people of Alberetor. The worship of any and all other gods was forbidden as it weakened Prios, then called the Lightbringer and later the Lawgiver. Only constant and absolute devotion could fuel the patron gods divine power and lead finally to triumph over the armies of the Dark Lords.

The Church of Prios' seat of power in Ambria is the city Templewall at the centre of Prios Domain. There the Curia convenes before the Evening Throne of the First Father Jeseebegai. The First Father was born Demeon of the noble house Soleij and served most of his life as a brother of the Twilight Friars. It is widely known that he personally saved the queen from captivity in the stronghold of the Dark Lords and suffered grievous injuries in the process.

The Curia serves as a council of the three distinct branches of the church: The Priesthood, the Sun Knights and the Twilight Friars.

The Priesthood consisting of clerics with numerous responsibilities and levels of political influence, from lowly village priests to the heads of the great temples and cathedrals. The senior members of the clergy hold the ranks of father or mother while lesser clergy are brothers or sisters, below these are the initiates. The Priesthood's most influential representative in the Curia is Mother Anabela Argona, a skilled administrator and politician. Naturally there are rumours that her true loyalty is not to the church but to her noble house and her scheming family. Perhaps second to Mother Anabela in power and influence is Father Argaton Soleij, a cousin of the First Father. He also fought in the war against the Dark Lords and is among the voices appealing for moderation and unity among the Curia. Since the war he has been a friend to Father Nilos but due their different duties there has been a growing distance between them.

The Twilight Friars, known by many as the Black Cloaks and also as the Whips of Prios, are relentlessly hunting the enemies of the Sun Church: heretics and sorcerers. Their official spokesperson in the Curia is Brother Eumenos, best known for his cold and calculating devotion to his order's duties.

The ranks of the order include such diverse members as Sister Megana, a battle-hardened, resourceful veteran hunter of sorcerers and cultists, Brother Dolani, a proud and ambitious Black Cloak, and old Brother Arno who spends his twilight years healing the wounds and mending the minds of those inflicted with corruption. The explorer Bartho once was one of the Whips of Prios but deserted many years ago and went into hiding.

The Sun Knights or Templars, officially the Knights of the Dying Sun, are the order militant of the Sun Church. A knightly order consisting solely of members of the noble houses led by their Lord Commander Iakobo Vearra. The Swords of Prios are known for their great devotion to the sun god and by an absolute lack of mercy towards all enemies of the faith.

Among the leaders of the Templars are the Lord Commander's children Alesabeta Vearra and Ervano Vearra. Their ranks include such knights as the sullen and taciturn brothers Leohan, Hen-Loan and Venhal Mekele and quick-tempered Heratio Oralak who duelled Elmea Melion in front of Thistle Hold's sun temple.

Lately there has been a rising dissent in the ranks of the Priesthood as some voices for a return to worship of the Lightbringer of old grow louder. Chief among the ones calling for a renunciation of the Lawgiver is Father Sarvola Bargomol who tends to the poor and the sick. His gospel of a peaceful and loving Prios has him branded a heretic by the First Father but his following grows and he seems to have powerful protectors. Among his followers are the enthusiastic and simplehearted Brother Galeno and hardened Sister Bila. But his chief proponent is Deseba the Old, the living lightbringer, the only sainted servant of Prios to survive the war. Her numerous miracles and blessings have made her an almost legendary figure in the church. Not even the First Father or his most fanatical adherents would dare to speak against her. She has withdrawn from power and politics to spent her remaining years in silent contemplation but lately joined Sarvola and his disciples.

In Thistle Hold the sun temple is headed by Father Elfeno, a grim and determined veteran of the war against the Dark Lords. He has little love for sinners and doubters and even less for heretics and heathens.

The sun temple of Kastor is governed by Father Belago, who took the place of stern Father Karstak after the latter was murdered by cultists. His meekness and calmness is well liked in the city and he prefers working on his herbarium to severe sermons. Rumours persist that he once was a servant of another god he recanted after the Exaltation.

Kastor was also home to Sister Darda Kanar, the younger sister of Father Nilos' deceased wife Lida. Alongside her mentor Sister Garala she gathered information in service of Master Vernam until the learned Garala was falsely accused of sorcery and executed. Darda has connections to the secret Church of Many that worships all the Young Gods of Alberetor. She has since departed Kastor to study under the scholarly Father Ombardo in Ravenia.

The sun temple in Karvosti is headed by Father Piromei, an elderly priest driven by uncompromising devotion and hatred for all he perceives to be servants of the dark. His loyalty is to Lord Commander Vearra and the Templars and their brand of purity and faith.

Recently there has been discord between the Templars and the priesthood, and as some claim the First Father and the Lord Commander. The Swords of Prios turned their back on the Curia in order to serve the sun god as they themselves decide.

[irrfahrer]

Open Starter: Dreaming

The Templegardens lay protected by the noises of Coruscant like a oasis in the middle of a merciless,dead desert. In the middle of the City-Planet whichs grass had been metal-tiles and whichs trees had been always skyscrapers   since thausand of years, the Jedi-Temples Meditation-Gardens were lush and green like a beautiful abstract painting.

When Ziv had been a child she had spend many afternoons in these meditation-gardens, near by the great tree whichs yellow leafs had stretched over the sky and had looked as if they were made of gold as they gently swayed in the little wind that had sneaked past the Templewalls not the corridors and into the Gardens and the center of the temple where the Uneti-Tree was growing. But now the trees golden leafs did not moved and the Meditation-Gardens, usually full of life, lay around her silently like a graveyard. Because it was a Graveyard now, because after what Ziv had heard the Temple was now a Imperial Palace, because the Uneti-Tree she had seeked out when she had been nothing but a little, fluffy cub,was now dead,and black and dead and rotten and dead. And because Ziv was not there,not exactly, not really, not at all, for she knew that she had fallen asleep on a starstation  far away from Coruscant and curled around AyyAyys-Transperisteel-container as if the carnivorous plant was a plushie. Ziv knew she could not be here, because she was sleeping and she knew that this place nolonger existed for it had been destroyed and changed when the Empire had rose, yet here she was with her hindpaws leaving small tracks of pressed down grass behind her and the heavy scent of the meditation-gardens flowers she still remembered from her childhood, stroking like a parfume around her nose. Every step made made the small vivarium with the Murakami-Orchid Sproutling Ziv wore as a pendant around her neck shift from one side of her chest to the other- it left a strange rustling sound, as if the force-sensetive Flower was whispering something. The stark contrast of knowing what the place should look like (dead, threatening, dark) now and seeing it the way it was in her memory (bright,alive and soothing like a childhood lullaby)  gave the Tynnan a strange restless feeling, something was wrong, yet she could not figure out what it was. The whispering became louder, stroked around her ears gently like invisibe fingers with which the Force-sensetive Murakami-Orchid reached out for Ziv to tell her, tell her, tell her that-

-she was not alone.

A second too late the Tynnan finally understood. In the blink of an eye Ziv swirled around, her paw grabbing for the blaster on her belt like in an instinct. But her paw grabbed into nothing but air,for the blaster was gone,so she turned around- her eyes narrowed to slits, her paws empty and her whole body tensed and ready to fight, to attack, to defend herself.

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[juliahoskins]

The Western Wall, Jerusalem.

#westernwall #wailingwall #templewall #temple #secondtemple #jerusalem #travelphotoblog #travelphotodiary #travelhphotography #judaism #barmitzvah #idf

[insightparth]

Moulded Sculpt!! . . . . . . . . . . . . #carvings #carvingstone #stones #carvedstone #elephantcarving #carved #elephants #elephantfamily #wallscaping #sculptedstone #temple #templewall #incredibleindia #indiantemples #indiantemplearchitecture #architectural #architecturalphotography #iphonephotography #iphonography #iphonogram #hindutemple #hindutemplearchitecture #india #gujarat #indianphotography #architecturalphoto #indian #stones #wall (at Gujarat)

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[tentenation]

Wall Art.. #vscocam #randompic #wallart #detailing #templewall (at Wat Pho)

#randompic #vscocam #wallart #detailing #templewall

[arktrux]

Fully decorated #corner #templewall #bangkok #grandpalace #thaistyle #architecture #architecturelover #holiday #december2017 (at Grand Palace)

#holiday #templewall #thaistyle #architecturelover #grandpalace #architecture #december2017 #corner #bangkok

[b3th24-blog]

Temple walls #templewalls #temple #walls #cavedwellers #batucaves #kualalumpur #malaysia (at Batu Caves Temple)

#walls #cavedwellers #batucaves #kualalumpur #templewalls #temple #malaysia

[irrfahrer]

scream

From one moment to another the Tynnan was sitting straight up in her bed.

The next second, the girl was still half-asleep and her mind was hanging on the last scraps of a dream like scraps of skin on a glasssplitter that had cut too deep, she grabbed or her pillow and held it before her like a shield,ready to strike, ready to react, ready to fight.

But there was noone she had to defend herself against. Around her the Clans sleeping-chamber lay as quiet as a ship in the calm sea with the other sleeping childrens quiet breathing beeing the rushing of soft waves. The small girl looked around,her eyes squinted to slits to see something in the almost darkness that was only soothed on the few places where Coruscants citylights had cut from past the templewalls like broiling blades through the blackness. She was the only one awake, so what had woken her up?

Like in an instinct the young Tynnans ears turned attentive from one side to another,searching for a change of the rhythmn in the calm breathing of her Clanmembers,searching for a quiet wisp of a noise,searching for-  

                                              -the echo of a scream she had heard.

-the echo of Poes scream, she now remembered suddenly wide awake. “-P-Poe? Wha-?”, just a second later the cub had jumped out of her bed, had scuttled across the Clans sleeping-chamber and was kneeling on the boys bed, her paws on the others face that felt as cold as a corpse and damp from fear-sweat. Fear that was not his own, Ziv knew from the years she had been around the small boy with the extreme gift in empathy and telepathy. When hours before he had still been healthy and smiling, now he was laying in his bed like a ill person,with his small hands cramping and trembling, the face twisted in such a heavy grimace the lines on his face looked like tattoos, and the of sweatdrenched blankets thrown off him. He was turning and twisting, his hand grabbing in the sheets only to then dig his nails like claws in his face and shoulders from a panicky memory or dream that not was his own, and promptly Ziv grabbed his face with her tiny paws to hold him steady in place so he would not hurt himself.

“...Its not real,Poe!”,she said quietly, one paw laying warming and soothing on the boy forehead, the other on his cheek. Her voice was barely hearable in the Clans sleeping-chamber, drowning like in a sea of quiet noises,yet her grasp around the boys face was gently but strong and steady. One of his hands shot up, digging brutally in her pelt and skin and making her her flinchvin pain, but still the young girl did not moved and instead only leaned closer to repeat her words like a Mantra:  “That are not your feelings and dreams, just wake up and its over. Just wake up,I am here,just wake up, you are stuck with me and not alone. Just wake up-”

[ @poewingsdameron ]

#poewingsdameron #V: At Ithaka #HOW ABOUT SOME ANGST :D

[irrfahrer]

💤

Ziv sSend 💤 for a starter where our muses meet in their dreams.

The Templegardens lay protected by the noises of Coruscant like a oasis in the middle of a merciless,dead desert. In the middle of the City-Planet whichs grass had been metal-tiles and whichs trees had been always skyscrapers  since thausand of years, the Jedi-Temples Meditation-Gardens were lush and green like a beautiful abstract painting.  When Ziv had been a child she had spend many afternoons in these meditation-gardens, near by the great tree whichs yellow leafs had stretched over the sky and had looked as if they were made of gold as they gently swayed in the little wind that had sneaked past the Templewalls not the corridors and into the Gardens and the center of the temple where the Uneti-Tree was growing.  But now the trees golden leafs did not moved and the Meditation-Gardens, usually full of life, lay around her silently like a graveyard.  Because it was a Graveyard now, because after what Ziv had heard the Temple was now a Imperial Palace, because the Uneti-Tree she had seeked out when she had been nothing but a little, fluffy cub,was now dead,and black and dead and rotten and dead.  And because Ziv was not there,not exactly, nt really, not at all, for she knew that she had fallen asleep on a starstation  far away from Coruscant and curled around AyyAyys-Transperisteel-container as if the carnivorous plant was a plushie.  Ziv knew she could not be here, because she was sleeping and she knew that this place nolonger existed for it had been destroyed and changed when the Empire had rose, yet here she was with her hindpaws leaving small tracks of pressed down grass behind her and the heavy scent of the meditation-gardens flowers she still remembered from her childhood, stroking like a parfume around her nose. The stark contrast of knowing what the place should look like (dead, threatening, dark) now and seeing it the way it was in her memory (bright,alive and soothing like a childhood lullaby)  gave the Tynnan a strange restless feeling, something was wrong, yet she could not figure out what it was.  A second too late the Tynnan realized that she was not alone.  In the blink of an eye Ziv swirled around, her paw grabbing for the blaster on her belt like in an instinct.  But her paw grabbed into nothing but air,for the blaster was gone,so she turned around- her eyes narrowed to slits, her paws empty and her whole body tensed and ready to fight, to attack, to defend herself. 

[ @belzinone ]

#Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal <3 <3 <3 <3 #V: Odyssee #WELCOME TO THE DARK SIDE SAL!