bg3 cleric subclasses

"Seven years ago, in a holy war, both the second-generation leader and the prophet of the Voodoo sect died." At the prestigious Cleric Academy, Florence. "Now that the Voodoo sect has been branded a heresy, who is its third-generation leader, and where on earth could they possibly be?" Only I knew the answer. The third leader of the Voodoo sect is a new student at Florence, and right now, is standing among them in the assembly hall. You ask how I know? Because I am the leader.

Eldraus was once a normal world , peaceful, beautiful and full of life, much like Earth. But everything changed when the Beast Mutation began. Animals started turning into terrifying monsters larger, stronger, and unnaturally violent. Kingdoms fell. Cities burned. Humanity was pushed to the edge of extinction. Then came the System, a mysterious power that awakened within humans, granting them abilities to fight back. Over time, the system became a part of everyday life. Every person now awakens with a System, ranked from the weakest gray to the legendary black and above. This is a world where strength rules, and the weak are left behind. Kaelen Maglor, son of a noble, awakens with a rare black support system. People mock him, expecting him to be a healer. But Kaelen has no intention of following their path. He chooses to walk his own. With danger rising and powerful enemies lurking, Kaelen enters a deadly academy that trains the next generation of fighters. There, he will uncover secrets, face deadly trials, and learn that the system that grants power... might also be hiding a terrifying truth. In a world where monsters roam and only the strong survive, Kaelen must prove that even support can become unstoppable.

They told me to heal. I told them to bleed. In the broken world of 《Dawnlight》, a glitching VRMMO, everyone knows the rules. Clerics are supposed to stand in the back, wear flimsy robes, and beg gods for scraps of mercy. Fuck that. With a broken Domain Ability that shouldn’t exist, I’m changing the game. My heavy plate armor laughs at swords. My shield can level buildings. And this spiked flail in my hand? That's not for divine ceremonies; it's for cracking the skulls of raid bosses. System Notification: Persistent Divine Aura activated. Physical Resistance maximized. Elemental Damage infused. They think I'm a glass cannon like a mage. Wrong. When my Domain expands, I don't just cast spells; I am the apocalypse. From infinite buffs to ranged artillery, I have everything. They used to pray for a Cleric. Now, they are praying to survive one. My name is Kaelen, the Cleric of the Blood Oath. And I’m about to show this fake D&D world what true, unstoppable divinity looks like. Ask yourself: are you afraid yet?

MENTARI RIZKI W. merupakan siswi kelas 12ipa1 SMA BHAKTI ia terkenal dengan gaya nya yang tomboy namun mampu mengikat para lelaki dengan pesona nya ia dikenal juga dengan sebutan"tukang onar"di sekolah nya namun Seorang BINTANG AZKA PRATAMA Tidak akan membiarkan Gadis itu untuk berbuat sesuka nya "Gue emang urakan,tapi gue bakal buat lo jatuh dengan pesona gue"ucap mentari sambil tersenyum sinis "Seyakin itu,gue yang bakal buat lo jatuh terlebih dahulu"ucap bintang membalas ucapan mentari

Moonflower was playing her favorite VR, when suddenly she dies in game, but then she can't log out...

Kiryo Barley wanted to be a hero that people could rely on, unfortunately he wasn't counting on how lieral fate would take that, being designated the Cleric Role means you support the party... From behind the action. Kiryo wants to be a hero but will he be able to achieve it despite his lot in life?

I was this normal company worker but that's not the most important thing, I became a man! As a female. Now that's also not that horrendous other than that I died, got bond to system . The worse is that the absurd system chose the male gender instead of the female for me to transmit!! I.am doomed as a supporting ML even though I am a woman *Not my cover*

In a world full of people competing on whose stronger and whatever they think there is worth to boast, one would enivitably go with the river's flow. There are those who're truly gifted and seriously lucky or hard-working, maybe both, continuously creating their own legends and their statuses reaching greater heights. People would look up to these people with admiration, I did once…I strained my neck so I stopped doing so. It's their business, why would I care?(✿´‿`) A.N. This is pure fiction, based on author's imagination.

An insect-animal weird type of thing stared at him. It was ready to kill, it's eyes burning red. For once he didn't feel fear, but determination. He held his spear close, Eiden understood what will happen if he didn't kill this creature right now. But he wanted to try. Even though it might go all to waste. "You may bear this hatred upon my people, but I will not let you harm them." he said, his voice calm, unwavering. His spear, not even pointing at the creature's direction. and yet the creature charge. What happens next? Idk read my book dummy

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"