It’s thankless work, being a cleric

(From Arcangela, Ninth Order Cleric of the Sovereign Host, Tyrs Paladium)

I am honored to defend the realms of Stormreach and spread healing to any who require it of me.

That said, being a cleric is a thankless job. “Heal me.” “Can you buff?” “Can you raise me?” Mind you, despite my vows to my order of the Sovereign Host, it can be a bit, um, vexing to meet the needs of so many.

One instance occurred on the request of a man who desired a tomb from a haunted library. Simple enough for someone with an affinity to defend against undeath. I had prepared to travel alone with a hired hand when a young group offered to party with me. Experience has shown that’s a better plan–the dead can be unpredictable, and I’m not the strongest fighter.

So, the quest was simple enough. I saved the party a lot of slashing and time by turning many of the wretched things before they could lift their weapons. And then came the final test. Two of the party surged ahead unwisely and were met by several wraiths soon after. Being slower, I came in to see the two men dead. Three more were about to meet their deaths as I raised others.

And then the swarm saw me. Not a few wraiths. Many. Like, holy Scartongue’s-head-on-a-pike MANY. I turned several but the swarm easily bested me.

After resurrecting nearby I could still hear the screams and pleads of my party for help over the magical listening spell. I fortified myself again and entered. And died again. There were at least 30 wraiths. But the group persisted. Not smartly, mind you, but they persisted. And I persisted–in dying, mostly. When fresh help arrived we were able to defeat the last group of wraiths, but I thought I might have to change my name from “Arcangela Glasender” to “Arcangela Diesalot.”

The saddest part was that only one person thanked me for my persistence and aid. I know that my work doesn’t require thanks, or even an acknowledgement. But it would be so nice if others would.

Just remember to go in wands and staves and swords brightened and blazing in that haunted library within House Jorasco.

And now, a warm bath and some light reading. This tome I kept from some goth girl loitering about near Delara’s cemetary looks interesting…

A tiny bit about me

Hi. You must be really bored (and not playing!) to read this quickie bio. Here’s the short form.

  • Almost all of my characters are female, although I’m male. Why? Because chicks kick ass. 🙂
  • The “Glasender” surname is something I made up in my Neverwinter Nights gaming. Unless someone is spoofing me, if you see that name anywhere, it’s me playing one of my characters.
  • I relish support and specialist characters. Pure melee or magic bores me. My favorite class in NWN was the monk, but DDO makes that a bit more challenging. For now, I tool primarily with Pynthetica, my Arcane Archer Ranger (DPS here means, “Damage per shot”, like a shotgun!) and my up and coming cleric, Arcangela (of the awesome guild “Tyrs Paladium”). (I realize there are other “Arcangelas” on other servers, but they aren’t me–look for that surname of mine.)
  • It took NWN to break the “Diablo 2” crack I was on. I avoided WoW for the same reason…only to find DDO. Damn.
  • If my time online seems inconsistent from August 2010 through the year’s end, it’s because I’m getting married in early November and RL obviously takes priority.
  • I’m much older than you think. 🙂

I guess later I might put down some game standards I play by to help others know me and the toons I have. I do play on Ghallanda primarily.

More to come.