Capital City- Lordaeron

Arriving at the gates of the Capital City both were impressed, even if the city was not as grandiose as Dalaran, it had a unique feeling to it, almost like if the city always meant to be here, the surrounding and the city even with its walls combined perfectly, the architecture looked stalwart and confortable to look at, that was the feeling the whole city took, like nothing would be able to affect it.

History however both in my memories and in the recent times had shown that this city could be brought down, in the recent war of the invasion of the Horde this city almost fell to the combined might of the clans, it only barely managed to hold due to internal strife and conflicts in the Horde. It was considered as the most politically important place of the Eastern Kingdoms, especially so for the Alliance of Lordaeron that would hold their meetings in this very place.

We entered the gates, finding the fine silks of the banners along the wall quite luxurious, it was a city without blemish, with both wooden homes and marble palace, it held the distinct feudal feeling that would expect from a world of fantasy.

After reaching the inside of the building we went to find an inn, ask for direction and book a room for us both.

The city was bustling with life, every trade was coming to flourish in the now peaceful times, many complains could be heard about a tax to pay for the internment camps but some argued that it was best to keep the green cretins locked and force them to work for all they had done than simply allow them to die and have us clean their bodies, but none tried to understand or show empathy for the orcs, they were seen as little more than beasts by many.

There many children roaming the streets, many orphan at that I would bet, the lack of adult men made clear the size of the past conflict, but in the time the wounded nation would heal, war was not something new, be it in this world or my old one, in this one some wars had to be fought until the last survivor, in my past it was always the result of greed and ambition, not that all wars here were rightful and just, there also a share of human nature that no matter which world will always plague our- I mean their race.

Having already a booked room and a trusty guide in the form of a little brat showing us around town, we came to the biggest church in town looking for a priest, hopefully Archbishop Faol would be in Capital City at this time otherwise we would have to chase him all the way to Stratholme in the other side of the kingdom.

Priests grew in importance during the last war, and so did the Church of Light, the new warrior that came from a joint effort from both Faol and Uther the Lightbringer to make a powerful class with a mix of warrior and priest was one of the factors that won the war for the Alliance, not only there were now neutral Paladin's orders that awnser to both Church and State but also made the religion spread to every corner they went.

Between a feeble priest and a war hero sung in bard tales, many would prefer the latter, making the paladins the new image of the religion, especially in the more war thorn regions of both Lordaeron and Stromgarde.

Even then the priests remained humble, they would attend to whoever came looking for them, as it was the three precepts of the light:

1- Respect, to treat one as they would like the be treated, to not let hatred cloud one's judgment and know that every opponent has something worthy of respect, be it prowess or any other quality, when respected and honor upheld for your foe it makes one closer to the light

2- Tenacity, persevere through trouble, in the face of despair and hatred, standing true for their beliefs and keep fighting.

3- Compassion, in not losing sight of the other, not letting rivalry or differences speak louder than empathy, coming to understand ally and enemy alike reaffirms one connection to the Light.

It was quite amazing how it was a simple but effective belief, during its peaceful times the Church would really set an example of behaviour and goodness all around, filled with many of the most respected people one could find in all of Azeroth.

After the fall of Lordaeron the Third War, two factions were formed out of the Church, one remaining with the same precepts, the while another became radicalized, calling themselves the Scarlet Crusade, which sought to exterminate everything that wasnt themselves at some point even if it was due to the machinations of a Dreadlord of the Burning Legion at their later period.

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After have given a few coins and ruffling the hair of the little brat that guided us, we entered the church, and took a look at the people inside. Some beggars, some children who used acolytes clothes, some sick people receiving blessings, these were the day to day operation of the priests, blessing, healing and giving spiritual advice, trying to do good to those who sought their aid.

Entering the church we soon came upon a priestess who came in our direction, she seemed to look at me with a curious glimmer, as if looking at someone she knew but couldn't remember.

"I trust the Light is with you friend. Is there something that I can we help you with?" she asked me.

"I am Theo, this is Selia, we have come on a journey to seek spiritual guidance and healing from the Church, I know it sounds pretentious, but would you kindly know where Archbishop Alonsus Faol is currently? Or issues may demand some higher expertise, not that I would look down upon any of you." I said while giving a small bow, and even if feeling a bit guilty, reading her mind's superficial thoughts.

I had just learned that Archbishop Faol was currently in Lordaeron helping to raise funds to the reconstruction of Stormwind City, the capital of the kingdom of Stormwind, the land most affected in the First War. I should be able to see him if I mingled with some lesser nobles, they would have an event to help him raise the funds soon and Faol would be present to bless and thank them.