Elarrapal - Mistaken Identities
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Sep 10, 2025, 7:19:53 PM9/10/25
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((West Imeris Branch Settlement, Uwe II))
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Elarrapal was late. Technically there wasn’t supposed to be anything on that day except climbing up one of the taller trees for meditation and to keep her claws sharp.
Which meant that someone had decided to start a fuss. She’d had to dismiss two of her advisors this cycle already for agitating; anyone who would harm the city-roots was far too much of a fool to work with.
If they’d still been up north, where the vines grew even thicker between the platforms, she’d have simply thrown them from the trees herself.
But apparently the civilized thing down here was to ignore it all and see if they tried to claw her in the back instead.
In any case, the raised voices had echoed up enough to disturb her meditation, and so she’d ended it early and scrambled her way down, moving from the trunk of the tree to the gray surface of one of the outer buildings with practiced ease.
She didn’t usually wear much except a leather belt and a long curtain of still-living moss, fading from crimson to silver as it fell toward her feet. Her hair, as ever, was cut short and dyed to match the red of the moss.
She didn’t have much of a view of the crowd until she’d moved halfway around the building, where she caught a glimpse of some unfamiliar faces stumbling amid the crowd.
Amid her side of the crowd, even if she hadn’t sent them. She knew all too well who’d be blamed.
Persiln was standing up at the front of the half of the crowd that was nominally hers. Of course it’d be him. He’d been too quiet, too amenable as of late, but if she’d have confronted him about it someone would have named her a fool for it. Reverence only extended so far, with such fear.
One unfamiliar figure went up to Persiln, and Elarrapal just dropped down the last thirty feet or so to rush toward them as that unfamiliar soul reached out to grab Persiln.
Varati: ::to Elarrapal, shouting joyfully:: B’al-Udin! B’al-Udin! How much I've missed you, my heart! My knightly champion for a clean sky!
Persiln just stared in apparent shock.
Elarrapal: I’m afraid that’s Persiln you’re bothering. Would you release him so that I can send him off where he won’t cause trouble?
Varati: ::to Elarrapal, disappointed:: But you're not B’al-Udin at all! How dare! My friends and I came all the way from the north to listen to your prophecies... Who are you, and where is B’al-Udin?
Persiln: I…she, I didn’t start anything.
He was staring at the woman who’d grabbed him as if there was fog in his eyes.
Elarrapal: ::To the newcomers:: I’m Elarrapal. ::she turned to Persiln:: Go and get your things before I hand you over to the guards myself.
He bowed his head and darted off, though he still kept looking back at the woman who’d grabbed him.
Moore/Stros/Wong: Response
Elarrapal: I owe you a roof and a meal for the trouble. Even if you did come here seeking the advice of stories.
Moore/Stros/Wong/Varati: Response
Elarrapal raised her voice and looked out at the crowd, especially the half of it that was supposed to be hers.
Elarrapal: Away, all of you. There is other work to be done. They will hear us when the sun favors it, and not before.
Moore/Stros/Wong/Varati: Response
As the crowd dispersed, though with some grumbling, she looked back to the newcomers. They didn’t quite sound as if they came from the north, or at least not from any specific region she could pin down. Perhaps they’d traveled much as children.
Elarrapal: It’s been some time since anyone has visited here not seeking to bother me. Come, let’s get you that food. You all look as if you’ve climbed the entire way here. ::a sigh:: I make no promises about prophecies.
Elarrapal was late. Technically there wasn’t supposed to be anything on that day except climbing up one of the taller trees for meditation and to keep her claws sharp.
Which meant that someone had decided to start a fuss. She’d had to dismiss two of her advisors this cycle already for agitating; anyone who would harm the city-roots was far too much of a fool to work with.
If they’d still been up north, where the vines grew even thicker between the platforms, she’d have simply thrown them from the trees herself.
But apparently the civilized thing down here was to ignore it all and see if they tried to claw her in the back instead.
In any case, the raised voices had echoed up enough to disturb her meditation, and so she’d ended it early and scrambled her way down, moving from the trunk of the tree to the gray surface of one of the outer buildings with practiced ease.
She didn’t usually wear much except a leather belt and a long curtain of still-living moss, fading from crimson to silver as it fell toward her feet. Her hair, as ever, was cut short and dyed to match the red of the moss.
She didn’t have much of a view of the crowd until she’d moved halfway around the building, where she caught a glimpse of some unfamiliar faces stumbling amid the crowd.
Amid her side of the crowd, even if she hadn’t sent them. She knew all too well who’d be blamed.
Persiln was standing up at the front of the half of the crowd that was nominally hers. Of course it’d be him. He’d been too quiet, too amenable as of late, but if she’d have confronted him about it someone would have named her a fool for it. Reverence only extended so far, with such fear.
One unfamiliar figure went up to Persiln, and Elarrapal just dropped down the last thirty feet or so to rush toward them as that unfamiliar soul reached out to grab Persiln.
Varati: ::to Elarrapal, shouting joyfully:: B’al-Udin! B’al-Udin! How much I've missed you, my heart! My knightly champion for a clean sky!
Persiln just stared in apparent shock.
Elarrapal: I’m afraid that’s Persiln you’re bothering. Would you release him so that I can send him off where he won’t cause trouble?
Varati: ::to Elarrapal, disappointed:: But you're not B’al-Udin at all! How dare! My friends and I came all the way from the north to listen to your prophecies... Who are you, and where is B’al-Udin?
Persiln: I…she, I didn’t start anything.
He was staring at the woman who’d grabbed him as if there was fog in his eyes.
Elarrapal: ::To the newcomers:: I’m Elarrapal. ::she turned to Persiln:: Go and get your things before I hand you over to the guards myself.
He bowed his head and darted off, though he still kept looking back at the woman who’d grabbed him.
Moore/Stros/Wong: Response
Elarrapal: I owe you a roof and a meal for the trouble. Even if you did come here seeking the advice of stories.
Moore/Stros/Wong/Varati: Response
Elarrapal raised her voice and looked out at the crowd, especially the half of it that was supposed to be hers.
Elarrapal: Away, all of you. There is other work to be done. They will hear us when the sun favors it, and not before.
Moore/Stros/Wong/Varati: Response
As the crowd dispersed, though with some grumbling, she looked back to the newcomers. They didn’t quite sound as if they came from the north, or at least not from any specific region she could pin down. Perhaps they’d traveled much as children.
Elarrapal: It’s been some time since anyone has visited here not seeking to bother me. Come, let’s get you that food. You all look as if you’ve climbed the entire way here. ::a sigh:: I make no promises about prophecies.
They came at the appropriate times and not before. She'd not use tricks to summon them so lightly.
Moore/Stros/Wong/Varati: Response
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Elarrapal
Prophet & Anti-Warp Activist
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