Bishop Clive "Rip Belly"

Spirituality and the greater understanding of the world behind mankinds simple eyes. Faith. Trustworthiness. Stomping.

Bishop Clive was at early age sent to a missionary school. His massive muscles and battlecraftiness was supposed to stop foreign invaders from sacking the church. However they had nothing that could stop Bishop Clive from sacking the entire countryside and a large part of the nearby city.
His title was not given to him by mortal hand, and we are all pretty sure that God had absolutly NOTHING to do with it as well.

-GIVE IT NOW!, Said Clive

- NO, ITS A FINE TITLE GIVEN BY THE HAND OF GOD!, whimpered the Archbishop.

*Clive breaks a few twiggy looking priests, hurls a couple of nuns, and finishes the entire scene by impaling a few hundred monks with a massive cross*

- Give...NOW, explains Clive with his soft voice.

- Yes...Well IT WILL MEAN NOTHING, UNLESS GIVEN IN THE CORRECT MANNER, BY GODS WILL!!!, replies the Archbishop in their debate.

- Make it count then... Says Clive, peacefully attaching a few monks to the cealing, effectivly getting them closer to god in an instant minute.

-Okey Dokey, replies the Archbishop.

And Thus. A Bishop is made, not born.