As a Priest or Holy Warrior progresses through the Church they come to appreciate the responsibilities that fall so squarely upon their shoulders: The day to day lives of their flocks with the problems that stem from family, trade, justice and injustice, aging, death, birth, love and hate. The demands of the Clergy and Church councils to maintain the status quo between the faiths and to ensure that their Church is well represented among the other powers.
Evils rise that need to be fought and guildsmen call upon the faithful time and time again for their assistance in miracle and deed of arms. Those that can transcend these burdens and continue on their way are exemplars of their faith, however in a society that provides the world with so many followers of said faith exemplars tend to be ten a blade in many ways.
In order to further hone the talents, belief and grace the Clergy gathered to form an order of people to represent the causes of their religions, originally totalling no more than a hundred from each all faiths and called the Harmony of Champions.
Through the years since its creation the Champions have grown into a fully blown order where the ways of each Deity is carefully observed.
“The Churches produce Priests at an alarming rate, Holy Warriors swiftly and the truly pure of faith less efficiently but of all of these folk very few of them truly are born to the grace that can be felt by what are commonly called champions. It’s hard to say if they are born to greatness or whether they pick it up along the way, you know what these adventuring types are like|? Falling into deific pits, half inching old relics and generally picking up all manner of magical fallout. The ones that have always worried me though are the Champions of Fortune. The road is a long one from birth to the grave and few enjoy it as much as those that have been given blessings by the Lady of the Fortunate Paths. The chosen of the Lady seem almost led in their actions to the right door, to select the right card or say the right thing, or perhaps the wrong, before they even begin to think about. Glib of tongue and with such a bloody swagger in their stride, they’d make you sick if they didn’t share that wellbeing around, but they do. Don’t let it make you jealous though, they love that, especially when they give you that smile after blessing your business as they walk off with four of your helms, all gifts for the Lady!”– Meredith Moonshine – Theatre owner in Great Strabain