Roleplay from Jarra Bennet
"Why would my liege only mention Goriad's eagerness?! I was wounded too!" - Jarra complained while laying in her bed at her beautiful Seaside Estate, licking wounds and having letters read to her by Maura.
"But it wasn't eagerness that got you wounded."
"What was that?" - Jarra enquired about Maura's inaudible comment.
"Nothing, m'Lady."
Jarra went back with her mind to the battle of Athol Margos:
The hordes were enormous and closing in on the archers when "ADVANCE!" - she heard and saw her infantrymen clench the handles of their shields and shafts of their spears with their preposterous blue gauntlets. The infantry wall was growing thiner and thiner as she looked on in horror at the disfigured animated corpses breaking through; one of them was different though. She took a closer look and saw that this particular animated deadman was absurdly dressed, he had a cloak made of the finest silk but dirty and torn in several places, boots of a peasant, blue braids on the sides of his rotting head and a battered leather armour with most ludicrous inscription on the chest: "If you found this armor without it's occupant, please return it to the most handsome unconscious naked man you'll find nearby. Thanks. -VM". She barely finished reading and felt a dazing blow to the back of her head. Melodic voice saying "stupid child!" filled the darkness that ensued after.
Continued Roleplays of:
Jarra Bennet...
Sounds of metal clanging on metal pierced the ears - whatever does he think - steel clanged again - I'm not one of his soldiers, I'm a noble lady - and again - I'm going to show just WHAA... - Jarra landed flat on her ass with Maura standing above her, lowering her scimtar.
"M'Lady, are you certain that's wise? I can't see what would you need that for." - Jarra's captain offered her hand - "Perhaps you could take a break. We can resume training after dawn."
Altough Maura knew her lady's stubbornness, the new scroll with written history of the first days of the Heralds of Obeah just arrived from temple in Rines, compliments of brother Imra. Jarra hesitantly complied and not an hour later she had her nose burried in the ink-scented parchments. It was already well after dusk when Maura led one of the Forest Hunters into the room: "My Lord Goriad II requests your presence, Lady Jarra." - he said, bowing slightly.
Of course he does - Jarra thought and said - "Tomorrow I move out to Rines, as per orders... his orders. Tell him I'll be... " - she looked to Maura and recalled their last meeting - "Tell him we'll be joining him tonight. Wait! On the second thought, we'll arrive there before you, so I'll tell him myself." - she stormed out the door just as she stood, without overcoat, and with scroll still in her hand.
... and Goriad Gabanus
When Jarra arrived at Goriad II's camp he had only be warned of her approach just before she arrived by one of his scouts and as such he only had time to walk out of the tent when she arrived "Jarra, perfect timing," he said "Maura, please go with Sigmund, he'll make sure you have something to drink this night. Jarra, you with me" he said, but when she dismounted her horse he suddenly noticed the scroll. "Ah you have some news for me, good, what is it?" he said as he pointed towards the scroll further inviting her in.
Jarra explained his error, that it was not a message but in stead a scroll of the faith. "I see," he replied, "Much of that is quite clear and can even be considered with logic only, while some of it requires faith and trust in the experiences of others. Why do you have that scroll, do you ponder some questions then?"
Roleplay from Jarra Bennet
"Much of that is quite clear and can even be considered with logic only, while some of it requires faith and trust in the experiences of others. Why do you have that scroll, do you ponder some questions then?" - Goriad II said pointing at Jarra's scroll.
"Oh that?" - she replied - "Oh no, that's only historical. History of the Founding of Heralds. Tells of the great battle between our Oracle and Akkan, and daimons' smithing by Obeah. There is the inaugural speech for the Veiled Goddess and her Heralds here as well. Do you think it really happened like it's written? With the overlord Akkan and enthralled daimons, and the crowd, and Her Holiness indecent, and..." - she noticed Goriad half-amused half-annoyed - "Forgive the zeal. Feeling comes with understanding, not the other way around. I have a beautiful copy of Sermon in Keffa back in my place, if you'd like to talk about Veiled Goddess, I can go and fetch it." - she grabbed her destrier by the mane and the beast neighed, but Lord Goriad stopped her mid-motion and she returned her hand.
"There is much I still don't know. Before I came to Obia'Syela I only knew reading, riding and broiding." - she said looking at her host expectantly and handed him the scroll.
Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus
"There is much I still don't know. Before I came to Obia'Syela I only knew reading, riding and broiding." Goriad II escorted Jarra further into his camp, leading her away from her horse "I have a copy of that scroll with me as well. I have no reason to doubt Lady Rania would lie much, so assume the majority of that sermon is truth. Magic is strong here, but never forget the power of the sword as well or you will be dead before you found the strength of magic."
Rather than leading her to his tent and his scrolls however, Goriad II was leading Jarra away from his camp and into the treelines "Do you see these trees? They do not grow anywhere on the colonies, I know because I've been everywhere on that forsaken island, nowhere! But in the lands of Atamara they were as abundant as here," he paused for a moment "While much of this island is the same as my homeland's, there are clear differences to it. Here the daemons invaded the human world seven times now, on Atamara we did not even believe they existed, none had ever seen them. Imagine that!"
He kneeled down, took a small dagger and carefully plucked some flowers "These were my favorite back home," he said as he held the flowers near Jarra, but as she went to reach for them he took them back "Painfully poisonous of course if you know how to process them. If you boil the stem for about an hour with some stomach acids from a human the heat and acids will cause an interesting reaction with the plant and it will create a most deadly and painful poison. All you have to do then is extract it from the stem. As I said, all here is as I remember it, but here our north stops at Melegra, here many of the great southern cities are no longer here, swallowed by the ocean, all the consequences of the deamon invasions from what I've read."
He smiled for a moment as he placed the flowers in a bag "There is something about this part of the world that the daemons come here but nowhere else. Here the veil to the Netherworld is weakest. The rest is simple logic as well. We know there is another world, for it is where these daemons keep coming to strike at us, even if we kill and banish them from our world, there will come a time when they return in strength again, when the veil is at its weakest again. It is only logical that if there is one other world, that there will be others as well, such as that of Obeah. We also know that the deamons demand human worshippers and that this not only strengthens them, but also weakens the veil that keeps them in their world. So we know that the human worship to these deamons opens the way for them to come to us and thus we cannot doubt that the same will work for Obeah. If enough of us pray for her coming and weaken the veil to her world rather than to that of the Netherworld, she will come and only she will solve the issue of the deamons for all times. Her power will strengthen the veil to the Netherworld and will close their path to our world for all times. An alliance between our world and hers, to cast off the Netherworld foregood."
He looked up for a moment "You see, it is not only faith, much of our faith to Obeah is simply logic and logic cannot be refuted. The faith aspect is that we must trust Lady Rania on her world of the presence of Obeah she felt and the events in Keffa, but so many people have seen it and she swears it, who are we then to doubt it still?"
Letter from Jarra Bennet
Message sent to all members of the Inquisition
Towards Rueffillo! Correct? Did I guessed right? Richest non-city region adjacent to Ardmore. We should loot there, should we not? I feel so wise now I could command this army! Make way for Jarra, the wisest lady of them all!
Jarra Bennet
Steward of Athol Margos
Roleplay from Jarra Bennet
"Maura, don't tell me you penned down all I said?" - Maura just nodded at her lady - "And you sent it already?" - she nodded again - "Obeah have mercy!"
Roleplay from Jarra Bennet
"What on earth is this?!" - Jarra's shrill shout echoed in her tent when she heard Maura reading the recent letters out loud. - "I have been scared for my life at least three times in Lord Goriad's presence and me he actually likes... I think. Poor old Vahanian will get himself killed! That would be a shame! Such a stately Lord. He never told us a story by the fireplace about how it was in the old times."
"I don't think that would ever happen either way. Besides - it's just to the first blood." - said Maura but Jarra just waved her finger saying - "You know well enough that with Goriad first blood might as well be the last one."
She let herself think for a while and finally said - "Get your quill out Maura, we'll save our nestor Marshal."
Letter from Jarra Bennet
message to all nobles of Obia'Syela
Lord Marshal Vahanian,
My liege Margrave Erheas has the authority to forbid whatever he choses to forbid. As the Grand Templar he has the sovereign rule over all the armies of Obia'Syela with mandate given to him by Obeah herself through Her Oracle Rania Eastersand. That is how I learnt things are in Obia'Syela when I arrived. Has anything changed since them? Can your direct superior be questioned on a whim now?
And I believe Grandmistress mentioned the academy, not the sands of any type. I believe academies have firmed ground, so you would have to bring the sand with you... Athol Margos has beautiful beaches! Sand is the perfect shade of creme'ish beige there. Worry not, my Lord - lapses in memory such as this one should be forgiven to people of your age, so I don't don't think anyone will hold it against you. You can still chose to come to the beach in my Seaside Estate instead of the dueling grounds, I'm sure the former is much safer. If you can keep a secret I can show you a secret passtime to be had there. It's a little bit unbefitting a noble but it's still very fun!
Kindly,
Jarra Bennet
Steward of Athol Margos
