Roleplay from Yxevarii Auru'in
(OOC: cut off, Pt 2)
Shenanigans of the Faithful : Earlier that day
"Now move pig, even someone as beautiful and graceful as I do not have whole day to wait until you move your little dirty legs!"
Her voice and eyes were now in sync. They truly showed that she cared nothing more than about herself.
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Grandmistress Yxevarii was not impressed. She had heard rumors of the Priestess' narcissism but witnessing it was a whole 'nother beast. With arms crossed and black-hooded cloak obscuring her features, she was indistinguishable from any other guard; exactly as she preferred. She could walk right into the tavern and sit beside Astros with none the wiser - or dawdle about the war-camp and eavesdrop on snippets of intrigue from those whose tongues wagged longer than their sense of reason. All the better to know what goes on in one's realm. Yxevarii was not one for gilded thrones and blaring trumpets: she would rule with an open palm and iron fist, leading from the frontlines and working the camps like any other. No fancy badge of office would keep her from digging trenches and tending the wounded beside her countrymen: though a ruler has much excuse to delegate, it is in a nation's interest for said ruler to walk among the masses and know the true face of its people. Unfortunately, one such face was that of Priestess Kiki Raven - and with the draw of a single blade her placid mask had crumbled to pieces before the Grandmistresses' very eyes.
"You might want to consult with Prophet Rania about these claims of yours... And as your Grandmistress, I WOULD DAMN-WELL DARE! You speak of pigs yet your palace bears no mirror yet unbroken. You dare dishonor the name of Obeah for the sake of ego yet you let slip the mask of humility at the slightest prod... You have no right nor power over the military chain-of-command, Priestess Raven, especially not through a pitiful servant you've brainwashed into parroting your fanciful self-worship. Should I order the Inquisition investigate all prior excommunications you have authorized, or are your threats as vacant as your stare? The only thing graceful about you is in how swiftly you sully the sanctity of the Heralds. You are an embarrassment to the holy vestments you so casually dishonor. The next time you DARE address such vile words toward men and women of the faith who are doing their jobs - something you should consider trying, mind you - there will be HELL TO PAY. Now collect what's left of your mask of righteousness and go make yourself useful elsewhere. The Grand Templar has better things to do than suffer the likes of you."
...And with that, Grandmistress Yxevarii's borrowed cloak drops to the ground as she casually walks off into the sunset toward the Grand Templar's office, nodding to the nearby guards without acknowledging the massive grin on many of their faces.
Roleplay from Yxevarii Auru'in
Still chafed after witnessing Priestess Raven's rude and borderline heretical behavior, the Grandmistress made a point of not attending her impromptu feast. Still, a missive is a missive - and with that she pens a quick response to Raven's invite.
"Priestess Raven,
Unfortunately, I cannot attend your feast. Myself, and numerous other nobles, have pressing matters to attend to. The responsibilities of the faithful are many. There are days and times best reserved for a proper feast. - neither of which happen to fall upon this day.
Please do not discard any leftovers from your feast - there are hundreds of faithful soldiers and servants who could use a proper meal to supplement their field rations. It would be both wise and benevolent to show the people of Obia'syela how the Heralds tend to both body and spirit of the faithful.
You'll make more friends and get more done showing kindness than with empty threats and angry intent. Such behavior is unbecoming of a priestess.
Obeah is watching,
