You reach out with three of your wings and brush their heads. As you do so you concentrate on the Good inside of their bodies.
While you wouldn’t describe the process as difficult, it did require you to focus. The 3 holy folk were exceptional candidates, having spent years of their life in a sense preparing for the Good coursing through their bodies.
To send a comparable amount of energy you are dealing with now through a person grabbed off the street would likely kill them. Good tends to. . purify those it courses through. Often fatally.
Reheara, born to fisherfolk. Kind and wise, she journeyed from the sea to the mount, and called the two others together.
Eliphan, wanderer of many roads. Joy and peace radiate from his smiling eyes.
Hassap, lonely priest of an old temple. He never held tightly to comfort or his belongings when others were in need.
To them, you gave the gift of the Prophets, to go out into the land and prepare it for your coming. Their words will ring with truth, and few men will be able to disregard them.
Their words will not be mere trifling things, either. They shall see visions of things past and yet to be, and their words will bear weight on fate to bend it to their will. Their gift for prophecy is no absolute, causing the impossible to pass. But it is a powerful gift to influence the future.
They rise beneath your eyes, Prophets blessed and burdened. It is not an easy life, but these three never asked for a life of ease, only to be and to do Good.
As you finish, you consider your own purpose. A powerful urge rises within your form, an ordering to your very core. You’ve heard of this feeling before from others, but never yourself.
A Directive, an order that seems echoes within and without you. Some say that it is a blend of your own desire and Good interacting inside and with the local conditions to form the eldritch dictates.
Others say it is the very will of God himself, or that of his council.
You’re not sure what you believe, you just know that it is a Bad Idea to ignore any Directives. Aside from possibly tearing your soul apart, Directives invariably lead to a net increase of Good, even if the methods can be completely incomprehensible, even to Angels.
There are even arguments about whether if it is the Directive telling an Angel how to cause the most increase in Good, or if the Good arises from the very act of completing a Directive.
(You know better than to get into those kind of debates, especially when you haven’t had first hand experience with them. )
Your First Directives:
Prime Directive: Find what happened to the Previous Warden.
Prime Directive: Choose
A- Destroy the Cities of Partia, Tyros, and Uran so Utterly that None may live there, and build a new City where Justice and Peace reign.
B- Extinguish the Priest-Kings and their Gods, so that None may raise Them again. Raise Gods of Mercy and Love above all others.
C-Forge a New Epic of Nerhream, of five Heroes banding together and defeating a Terrible Cataclysm. The Heroes must not survive their victory.
Sub-Directive: The Lord of Aritiapo must cease his raids and live in a cave on Holy Ulast for one month.
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