Elarrapal - Filing of Grievances
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Sep 26, 2025, 5:08:52 PM9/26/25
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((North Oparis Branch Settlement, Uwe II))
Elarrapal hadn’t headed off immediately after her guests had left. Her arm would mend with time and care, but it still ached with every movement, ever tracing the pattern of injury beneath her skin.
Instead she ate, and let herself lie there a moment, asking of Imeris the origin of the fire, asking what followers remained to her the same. Enough to know whose influence had led to burnt bark and charred branches, even if it could not be proved as well as she might like.
And there were other reports, though early ones and consisting only of the shadows cast by rumor. For she could not be sure who else had been attacked, only that such had happened to Imeris.
She had tied one of those charred branches, the evidence of the wound to Imeris, onto her injured arm, and thus stained with her golden blood. A useful symbol, if nothing else.
Two of her followers flanked her. Any more would be rude, and any fewer foolish.
It all got her past the door. And perhaps the gods favored her, for she saw an all too familiar figure as she entered. No doubt about to head off to whatever new trouble he’d created.
Elarrapal: Norsel!
Norsel: Response
She stepped closer, and left her arm to hang limp at her side.
Elarrapal: Would you like to make a shouting match out of this, then? Loud enough to be heard through wood and bark alike?
Norsel: Response
She stepped in closer and ran her claws over that charred branch, spilling charcoal dust out into the air.
Elarrapal: Should I have left a limb on your doorstep instead? Neither of us have forgotten such traditions, though I wonder if you still dream of the weight of them.
Norsel: Response
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ElarrapalElarrapal hadn’t headed off immediately after her guests had left. Her arm would mend with time and care, but it still ached with every movement, ever tracing the pattern of injury beneath her skin.
Instead she ate, and let herself lie there a moment, asking of Imeris the origin of the fire, asking what followers remained to her the same. Enough to know whose influence had led to burnt bark and charred branches, even if it could not be proved as well as she might like.
And there were other reports, though early ones and consisting only of the shadows cast by rumor. For she could not be sure who else had been attacked, only that such had happened to Imeris.
She had tied one of those charred branches, the evidence of the wound to Imeris, onto her injured arm, and thus stained with her golden blood. A useful symbol, if nothing else.
Two of her followers flanked her. Any more would be rude, and any fewer foolish.
It all got her past the door. And perhaps the gods favored her, for she saw an all too familiar figure as she entered. No doubt about to head off to whatever new trouble he’d created.
Elarrapal: Norsel!
Norsel: Response
She stepped closer, and left her arm to hang limp at her side.
Elarrapal: Would you like to make a shouting match out of this, then? Loud enough to be heard through wood and bark alike?
Norsel: Response
She stepped in closer and ran her claws over that charred branch, spilling charcoal dust out into the air.
Elarrapal: Should I have left a limb on your doorstep instead? Neither of us have forgotten such traditions, though I wonder if you still dream of the weight of them.
Norsel: Response
Tag/TBC
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