Layla Ch'irilth

RP blog for my Essail oc from AFk Journey

[damelaylachirilth]

who is Layla

Layla is my rp oc for Afk Journey. She's half essail, half human, from when her mother went to the surface on an expedition by the Queen.

This is well known to the high Upper Crest that she is only half essail, but it's unknown that she is half human. All they know is she has 'tainted blood'. Yet this was seen as 'invaluable', as part of a test when she inevitably earned her first stigma it went... unexpected.

She serves Prince Ravion directly, but also reports to Exarch Thandor. She's banned from entering the temple proper, and may only pray to the Queen in front or at the various altars scattered amongst the city. As such, she only sees High Priestess during dire circumstances.

She has worked with Indris, but is much closer friends with Xera

Is willing to rp with any and all

This blog is set in about early-mid EoD timeline. She would meet Merlin still in their Essail disguise.

Shes lived her entire life in Sal'thorin, knows very little about the surface only that it is a wasteland, and her heritage is tainted.

Hope you enjoy her!

[serenaofesperia]

An envelope flew into Serena's room, the envelope open itself with magic as a letter slip out of it.

Greetings lady Serena. It's seem your beauty is ever so lasting, dazzling like a rare gem. I hope you'll forever shine and dazzling like this, Perhaps just like glitter that won't come off the skin but forever shining.

- Jn.

Before the young lady could look away from the mysterious letter, a portal appears above her and without warning dropped a pounds of dirty mustard yellow glitter directly on her, covered every part of her with glitter from head to toe and basically buried her in ugly colored glitter. And if we know glitter so well, those probably won't come out even after hundreds of shower.

Serena’s shriek is loud enough for the Essail to hear.

[damelaylachirilth]

*blink blink as she looks up*

... what a strange high pitched whistle...

[wonderful-rp-resources]

Reblog if it's OK for other artists to draw your OCs

[rreddan]

royal priestesses

[highpriest-zamel]

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Zamel finishes arranging the stigma schedule for the week and glances across the guest room, where he’s seated at the desk. A smaller writing space than his study, but effective enough.

Layla is still in bed, unconscious. Eowen has come in to tend her a few times, but he long dismissed the elder Essail for the night. He can handle this. He’s not concerned…of course not…just curious why his guard isn’t awake yet.

He sets his papers aright and wanders to the bedside. His eyebrows wrinkle. His hand checks Layla’s forehead for any signs of fever. Nothing.

“So troublesome. You’re going to force me into using my healing spell, aren’t you?”

[damelaylachirilth]

Ever unconcious, Layla stirred and gave a small groan of discomfort as she felt heat on her forehead. A soothing kind, that seemed to stave off the chill of the Stigma as she brought slowly back to the waking world.

Sore head. Dried tongue, exhaustion in the bones despite the long rest.

Her lashes fluttered slowly opened, yet vision was blurry as she slowly began to focus on the figure above her, with the most... beautiful dark, sad eyes...

"Wherh..." She coughed quietly, blinking and shutting eyes to block out the strength of the lamp.

[highpriest-zamel]

Zamel jerks his hand away as Layla wakes. No need to make things strange.

“Ah. You’re alive.”

He turns his back and wanders back to the desk, despite having finished most of his work already. After a moment, he speaks without eye contact. Quite the bedside manner the Terror has…

“You collapsed during my walk. Why?”

[damelaylachirilth]

"of course I'm alive, I thought priests were smart."

Grumpy enough to almost match his energy as she struggled to sit up, her head swimming as she groaned and laid back on the pillows, letting an arm fall over her face.

"What's her name, Priestess Annoying... has a tendency to exuberate the effects of the Stigma. One day for the populous is three for me."

[highpriest-zamel]

“Don’t sit up yet. I thought guards were supposed to be smart.”

Despite him throwing her comment back at her…one day worth three…now that’s intriguing. Without even trying, she’s caught his niche interest, despite the insult to the priesthood that would normally earn her a scolding.

He crosses the room again and hovers over her, permanent frown in place as always. He stares at her stigma as though he can get his answers by memorizing the mark he already knows. This newfound interest in Layla is conveyed in the best way possible…

“What do you mean by one day like three? It should all have the same effect. Explain. Now.”

Oh yeah. Nailed it.

[damelaylachirilth]

"ugh, just lower your voice, please..."

Still keeping her eyes closed to ignore the pounding in her head, she gave another groan.

"I dont become a Corrupted, thanks to my already corrupted bloodline. But I guess in a twist of fate, I feel the effects on my body far more strenuous. Aches, dizzy spells, and prone to fainting. Believe me, a Stigma to me is just as painful as a stigma to all. Call it blessing or curse, what I survive from full corruption, I suffer in the pain intensifying."

[highpriest-zamel]

“Fascinating…has it always been that way? Actually, don’t answer that yet.”

He hurries from the room, robe flowing behind him. He returns with three notebooks, two thick volumes, some assorted papers, and a writing utensil. Oh, Layla, what have you done…

He pulls up a chair and sits beside her.

“Now. Tell me. Does it worsen as you age? Improve? And who all has given you a stigma before? I imagine it happens often.”

[damelaylachirilth]

"har har, you know you're funny. So funny that should have been your calling. The Jester of the Queen's favor..."

Well if he's going to be all inquisitor on her, she might as well get comfortable. Laying fully prone, she waves a hand dismissively.

"Can I first have a glass of water? Anyway, I think it's been lesser but that's only because as a child, a stigma hurts terribly though I'm sure you don't know. First time I nearly wanted to die. Priestess Auriel, Priestess Myr'la but she doesnt count because it was out of spite and she was reprimanded for it, my own Matron Mother... yes and High Priestess Velara was my first punisher."

[highpriest-zamel]

Zamel pours a purple liquid from a pitcher on the nightstand into the glass next to it. No, he wasn’t kind enough to think of it…Eowen left it hours ago.

“I can’t offer you Divine Dew, for obvious reasons, and I don’t keep extra stores. But you can have this.”

He holds the glass for his new curiosity. With his free hand, he flips through some notes of his.

“Do you recall the symptoms of the High Priestess’ magic? And how old you were? I am well aware of the feeling of stigmatization as a child and can easily compare it with my own experience.”

[damelaylachirilth]

"You, stigmaed as a child? Hardly."

She finally sat up in disbelief taking the glass and drinking the deepwater with a grimace. Only slightly less palatable than Divine Dew, but instantly refreshing as her throat felt soothed of the scratchiness, and she tapped the sides of the glass in thought.

"I believe I was... five. Old enough to comprehend pain, it was a sort of experiment to see if I could perhaps be an answer for our people's curse. Burning, yes much burning all over the body. The heart beating so fast, and so tight I swore it would burst. Practically made blind with the pain and dizziness, the experiment needed to end shortly."

[highpriest-zamel]

“I did receive a stigma. I was two years older than you, but the experience was different. Now, there is the variable of who conducted the spell as well…”

He goes through each item clinically, face passive to the pain they each endured in adolescence.

“It’s as though the magic inflicts more corruption into you…thus giving you the feeling of transformation. As though your life essence is fighting itself. Fascinating…

“Maybe it’s good I didn’t use my healing spell. It might have made you feel worse.”

[damelaylachirilth]

"huh... fascinating is a... word alright. Anyway, this one is especially painful so for the next couple of days I think it's safe to say I won't be able to escort you around Sal'thorin. Apologies."

She watched him as he eagerly poured over his notes. In a way, it was cute to see him she excited about something. Even if that something was her punishment but, eh, it was kind of worth it watching him.

"So, what got you stigma the first time? Did you not bow to the correct height while praying to the statue of our Queen?" She asked as she took a sip of the deep water, making a face.

[highpriest-zamel]

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Zamel finishes arranging the stigma schedule for the week and glances across the guest room, where he’s seated at the desk. A smaller writing space than his study, but effective enough.

Layla is still in bed, unconscious. Eowen has come in to tend her a few times, but he long dismissed the elder Essail for the night. He can handle this. He’s not concerned…of course not…just curious why his guard isn’t awake yet.

He sets his papers aright and wanders to the bedside. His eyebrows wrinkle. His hand checks Layla’s forehead for any signs of fever. Nothing.

“So troublesome. You’re going to force me into using my healing spell, aren’t you?”

[damelaylachirilth]

Ever unconcious, Layla stirred and gave a small groan of discomfort as she felt heat on her forehead. A soothing kind, that seemed to stave off the chill of the Stigma as she brought slowly back to the waking world.

Sore head. Dried tongue, exhaustion in the bones despite the long rest.

Her lashes fluttered slowly opened, yet vision was blurry as she slowly began to focus on the figure above her, with the most... beautiful dark, sad eyes...

"Wherh..." She coughed quietly, blinking and shutting eyes to block out the strength of the lamp.

[highpriest-zamel]

Zamel jerks his hand away as Layla wakes. No need to make things strange.

“Ah. You’re alive.”

He turns his back and wanders back to the desk, despite having finished most of his work already. After a moment, he speaks without eye contact. Quite the bedside manner the Terror has…

“You collapsed during my walk. Why?”

[damelaylachirilth]

"of course I'm alive, I thought priests were smart."

Grumpy enough to almost match his energy as she struggled to sit up, her head swimming as she groaned and laid back on the pillows, letting an arm fall over her face.

"What's her name, Priestess Annoying... has a tendency to exuberate the effects of the Stigma. One day for the populous is three for me."

[highpriest-zamel]

“Don’t sit up yet. I thought guards were supposed to be smart.”

Despite him throwing her comment back at her…one day worth three…now that’s intriguing. Without even trying, she’s caught his niche interest, despite the insult to the priesthood that would normally earn her a scolding.

He crosses the room again and hovers over her, permanent frown in place as always. He stares at her stigma as though he can get his answers by memorizing the mark he already knows. This newfound interest in Layla is conveyed in the best way possible…

“What do you mean by one day like three? It should all have the same effect. Explain. Now.”

Oh yeah. Nailed it.

[damelaylachirilth]

"ugh, just lower your voice, please..."

Still keeping her eyes closed to ignore the pounding in her head, she gave another groan.

"I dont become a Corrupted, thanks to my already corrupted bloodline. But I guess in a twist of fate, I feel the effects on my body far more strenuous. Aches, dizzy spells, and prone to fainting. Believe me, a Stigma to me is just as painful as a stigma to all. Call it blessing or curse, what I survive from full corruption, I suffer in the pain intensifying."

[highpriest-zamel]

“Fascinating…has it always been that way? Actually, don’t answer that yet.”

He hurries from the room, robe flowing behind him. He returns with three notebooks, two thick volumes, some assorted papers, and a writing utensil. Oh, Layla, what have you done…

He pulls up a chair and sits beside her.

“Now. Tell me. Does it worsen as you age? Improve? And who all has given you a stigma before? I imagine it happens often.”

[damelaylachirilth]

"har har, you know you're funny. So funny that should have been your calling. The Jester of the Queen's favor..."

Well if he's going to be all inquisitor on her, she might as well get comfortable. Laying fully prone, she waves a hand dismissively.

"Can I first have a glass of water? Anyway, I think it's been lesser but that's only because as a child, a stigma hurts terribly though I'm sure you don't know. First time I nearly wanted to die. Priestess Auriel, Priestess Myr'la but she doesnt count because it was out of spite and she was reprimanded for it, my own Matron Mother... yes and High Priestess Velara was my first punisher."

[highpriest-zamel]

Zamel pours a purple liquid from a pitcher on the nightstand into the glass next to it. No, he wasn’t kind enough to think of it…Eowen left it hours ago.

“I can’t offer you Divine Dew, for obvious reasons, and I don’t keep extra stores. But you can have this.”

He holds the glass for his new curiosity. With his free hand, he flips through some notes of his.

“Do you recall the symptoms of the High Priestess’ magic? And how old you were? I am well aware of the feeling of stigmatization as a child and can easily compare it with my own experience.”

[damelaylachirilth]

"You, stigmaed as a child? Hardly."

She finally sat up in disbelief taking the glass and drinking the deepwater with a grimace. Only slightly less palatable than Divine Dew, but instantly refreshing as her throat felt soothed of the scratchiness, and she tapped the sides of the glass in thought.

"I believe I was... five. Old enough to comprehend pain, it was a sort of experiment to see if I could perhaps be an answer for our people's curse. Burning, yes much burning all over the body. The heart beating so fast, and so tight I swore it would burst. Practically made blind with the pain and dizziness, the experiment needed to end shortly."

[highpriest-zamel]

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—

Zamel finishes arranging the stigma schedule for the week and glances across the guest room, where he’s seated at the desk. A smaller writing space than his study, but effective enough.

Layla is still in bed, unconscious. Eowen has come in to tend her a few times, but he long dismissed the elder Essail for the night. He can handle this. He’s not concerned…of course not…just curious why his guard isn’t awake yet.

He sets his papers aright and wanders to the bedside. His eyebrows wrinkle. His hand checks Layla’s forehead for any signs of fever. Nothing.

“So troublesome. You’re going to force me into using my healing spell, aren’t you?”

[damelaylachirilth]

Ever unconcious, Layla stirred and gave a small groan of discomfort as she felt heat on her forehead. A soothing kind, that seemed to stave off the chill of the Stigma as she brought slowly back to the waking world.

Sore head. Dried tongue, exhaustion in the bones despite the long rest.

Her lashes fluttered slowly opened, yet vision was blurry as she slowly began to focus on the figure above her, with the most... beautiful dark, sad eyes...

"Wherh..." She coughed quietly, blinking and shutting eyes to block out the strength of the lamp.

[highpriest-zamel]

Zamel jerks his hand away as Layla wakes. No need to make things strange.

“Ah. You’re alive.”

He turns his back and wanders back to the desk, despite having finished most of his work already. After a moment, he speaks without eye contact. Quite the bedside manner the Terror has…

“You collapsed during my walk. Why?”

[damelaylachirilth]

"of course I'm alive, I thought priests were smart."

Grumpy enough to almost match his energy as she struggled to sit up, her head swimming as she groaned and laid back on the pillows, letting an arm fall over her face.

"What's her name, Priestess Annoying... has a tendency to exuberate the effects of the Stigma. One day for the populous is three for me."

[highpriest-zamel]

“Don’t sit up yet. I thought guards were supposed to be smart.”

Despite him throwing her comment back at her…one day worth three…now that’s intriguing. Without even trying, she’s caught his niche interest, despite the insult to the priesthood that would normally earn her a scolding.

He crosses the room again and hovers over her, permanent frown in place as always. He stares at her stigma as though he can get his answers by memorizing the mark he already knows. This newfound interest in Layla is conveyed in the best way possible…

“What do you mean by one day like three? It should all have the same effect. Explain. Now.”

Oh yeah. Nailed it.

[damelaylachirilth]

"ugh, just lower your voice, please..."

Still keeping her eyes closed to ignore the pounding in her head, she gave another groan.

"I dont become a Corrupted, thanks to my already corrupted bloodline. But I guess in a twist of fate, I feel the effects on my body far more strenuous. Aches, dizzy spells, and prone to fainting. Believe me, a Stigma to me is just as painful as a stigma to all. Call it blessing or curse, what I survive from full corruption, I suffer in the pain intensifying."

[highpriest-zamel]

“Fascinating…has it always been that way? Actually, don’t answer that yet.”

He hurries from the room, robe flowing behind him. He returns with three notebooks, two thick volumes, some assorted papers, and a writing utensil. Oh, Layla, what have you done…

He pulls up a chair and sits beside her.

“Now. Tell me. Does it worsen as you age? Improve? And who all has given you a stigma before? I imagine it happens often.”

[damelaylachirilth]

"har har, you know you're funny. So funny that should have been your calling. The Jester of the Queen's favor..."

Well if he's going to be all inquisitor on her, she might as well get comfortable. Laying fully prone, she waves a hand dismissively.

"Can I first have a glass of water? Anyway, I think it's been lesser but that's only because as a child, a stigma hurts terribly though I'm sure you don't know. First time I nearly wanted to die. Priestess Auriel, Priestess Myr'la but she doesnt count because it was out of spite and she was reprimanded for it, my own Matron Mother... yes and High Priestess Velara was my first punisher."

[highpriest-zamel]

continued from here \ @damelaylachirilth

—

Zamel finishes arranging the stigma schedule for the week and glances across the guest room, where he’s seated at the desk. A smaller writing space than his study, but effective enough.

Layla is still in bed, unconscious. Eowen has come in to tend her a few times, but he long dismissed the elder Essail for the night. He can handle this. He’s not concerned…of course not…just curious why his guard isn’t awake yet.

He sets his papers aright and wanders to the bedside. His eyebrows wrinkle. His hand checks Layla’s forehead for any signs of fever. Nothing.

“So troublesome. You’re going to force me into using my healing spell, aren’t you?”

[damelaylachirilth]

Ever unconcious, Layla stirred and gave a small groan of discomfort as she felt heat on her forehead. A soothing kind, that seemed to stave off the chill of the Stigma as she brought slowly back to the waking world.

Sore head. Dried tongue, exhaustion in the bones despite the long rest.

Her lashes fluttered slowly opened, yet vision was blurry as she slowly began to focus on the figure above her, with the most... beautiful dark, sad eyes...

"Wherh..." She coughed quietly, blinking and shutting eyes to block out the strength of the lamp.

[highpriest-zamel]

Zamel jerks his hand away as Layla wakes. No need to make things strange.

“Ah. You’re alive.”

He turns his back and wanders back to the desk, despite having finished most of his work already. After a moment, he speaks without eye contact. Quite the bedside manner the Terror has…

“You collapsed during my walk. Why?”

[damelaylachirilth]

"of course I'm alive, I thought priests were smart."

Grumpy enough to almost match his energy as she struggled to sit up, her head swimming as she groaned and laid back on the pillows, letting an arm fall over her face.

"What's her name, Priestess Annoying... has a tendency to exuberate the effects of the Stigma. One day for the populous is three for me."

[highpriest-zamel]

“Don’t sit up yet. I thought guards were supposed to be smart.”

Despite him throwing her comment back at her…one day worth three…now that’s intriguing. Without even trying, she’s caught his niche interest, despite the insult to the priesthood that would normally earn her a scolding.

He crosses the room again and hovers over her, permanent frown in place as always. He stares at her stigma as though he can get his answers by memorizing the mark he already knows. This newfound interest in Layla is conveyed in the best way possible…

“What do you mean by one day like three? It should all have the same effect. Explain. Now.”

Oh yeah. Nailed it.

[damelaylachirilth]

"ugh, just lower your voice, please..."

Still keeping her eyes closed to ignore the pounding in her head, she gave another groan.

"I dont become a Corrupted, thanks to my already corrupted bloodline. But I guess in a twist of fate, I feel the effects on my body far more strenuous. Aches, dizzy spells, and prone to fainting. Believe me, a Stigma to me is just as painful as a stigma to all. Call it blessing or curse, what I survive from full corruption, I suffer in the pain intensifying."

[highpriest-zamel]

continued from here \ @damelaylachirilth

—

Zamel finishes arranging the stigma schedule for the week and glances across the guest room, where he’s seated at the desk. A smaller writing space than his study, but effective enough.

Layla is still in bed, unconscious. Eowen has come in to tend her a few times, but he long dismissed the elder Essail for the night. He can handle this. He’s not concerned…of course not…just curious why his guard isn’t awake yet.

He sets his papers aright and wanders to the bedside. His eyebrows wrinkle. His hand checks Layla’s forehead for any signs of fever. Nothing.

“So troublesome. You’re going to force me into using my healing spell, aren’t you?”

[damelaylachirilth]

Ever unconcious, Layla stirred and gave a small groan of discomfort as she felt heat on her forehead. A soothing kind, that seemed to stave off the chill of the Stigma as she brought slowly back to the waking world.

Sore head. Dried tongue, exhaustion in the bones despite the long rest.

Her lashes fluttered slowly opened, yet vision was blurry as she slowly began to focus on the figure above her, with the most... beautiful dark, sad eyes...

"Wherh..." She coughed quietly, blinking and shutting eyes to block out the strength of the lamp.

[highpriest-zamel]

Zamel jerks his hand away as Layla wakes. No need to make things strange.

“Ah. You’re alive.”

He turns his back and wanders back to the desk, despite having finished most of his work already. After a moment, he speaks without eye contact. Quite the bedside manner the Terror has…

“You collapsed during my walk. Why?”

[damelaylachirilth]

"of course I'm alive, I thought priests were smart."

Grumpy enough to almost match his energy as she struggled to sit up, her head swimming as she groaned and laid back on the pillows, letting an arm fall over her face.

"What's her name, Priestess Annoying... has a tendency to exuberate the effects of the Stigma. One day for the populous is three for me."

[highpriest-zamel]

continued from here \ @damelaylachirilth

—

Zamel finishes arranging the stigma schedule for the week and glances across the guest room, where he’s seated at the desk. A smaller writing space than his study, but effective enough.

Layla is still in bed, unconscious. Eowen has come in to tend her a few times, but he long dismissed the elder Essail for the night. He can handle this. He’s not concerned…of course not…just curious why his guard isn’t awake yet.

He sets his papers aright and wanders to the bedside. His eyebrows wrinkle. His hand checks Layla’s forehead for any signs of fever. Nothing.

“So troublesome. You’re going to force me into using my healing spell, aren’t you?”

[damelaylachirilth]

Ever unconcious, Layla stirred and gave a small groan of discomfort as she felt heat on her forehead. A soothing kind, that seemed to stave off the chill of the Stigma as she brought slowly back to the waking world.

Sore head. Dried tongue, exhaustion in the bones despite the long rest.

Her lashes fluttered slowly opened, yet vision was blurry as she slowly began to focus on the figure above her, with the most... beautiful dark, sad eyes...

"Wherh..." She coughed quietly, blinking and shutting eyes to block out the strength of the lamp.

[damelaylachirilth]

@highpriest-zamel waits for Layla outside the Essail Altar. Other priests nod to him, citizens hurry past him with their eyes down. His frown is deeper than usual, and his index finger is tapping on his staff in impatience. Not only is he worried about Velara not taking the Toplander breach heavily, but now he’s going to be late for the rest of his duties thanks to Layla…

“Where is that girl? A stigma shouldn’t take so long. If she isn’t here in the next five…”

"I'm here I'm here, settle down I can sense the pressure.."

Layla gave an exhausted sigh despite her quip as she stepped down the stairs. Obediently she had reported her failure, and obediently she would endure the stigma for the next three days.

Didn't make it any less painful, nor exhausting, to endure. Bless her Matron for offering to 'accidently' turn her back on an 'excess' vial of Dew.

She rubbed her cheek where the Stigma itched.

[highpriest-zamel]

“Finally. Come. You know I dislike being behind schedule.”

Zamel starts stalking towards the city, his staff clinking in warning. He prays under his breath, pleading the Queen’s mercy over the corruption…so engrossed in his task that he barely notices Layla starting to slow down behind him…

[damelaylachirilth]

"Like you don't cause it yourself..."

She didn't give a damn if she offended him, or prolonged the Stigma on her. Her blood was usually a curse, but in this rare case it was a blessing.

It resisted being turned to Corruption. But the physical toll it took on her was... not ideal, so she still preferred to not be barred from consuming the disgusting liquid, gift from the Queen it was, she hated how foul it was.

her feet stumbled a bit, as she focused as much as she could on his back to keep her eyesight clear. Somewhat.

[highpriest-zamel]

Zamel ignores her comment, simply raising his prayers to the Queen to drown her out. But when he glances back and sees her stumble, he pauses and frowns.

"Don't try to earn my pity with foolish tricks. Walk straight or I'll go the rest of the way alone. I don't need you making a scene for attention."

[damelaylachirilth]

She started, and nearly gave herself whiplash as she jerked her head up to glare in his eyes.

"Damn you Lo... Lor..." Her tongue felt heavy as her vision gave up, forcing the scenery to become a blurry, nearly psychedelic experience.

Oh. She was tipping. She was sideways.

The stone floor ached as her temple fell against it, and she dimly was aware of noises around her before she was gone.

[damelaylachirilth]

@highpriest-zamel waits for Layla outside the Essail Altar. Other priests nod to him, citizens hurry past him with their eyes down. His frown is deeper than usual, and his index finger is tapping on his staff in impatience. Not only is he worried about Velara not taking the Toplander breach heavily, but now he’s going to be late for the rest of his duties thanks to Layla…

“Where is that girl? A stigma shouldn’t take so long. If she isn’t here in the next five…”

"I'm here I'm here, settle down I can sense the pressure.."

Layla gave an exhausted sigh despite her quip as she stepped down the stairs. Obediently she had reported her failure, and obediently she would endure the stigma for the next three days.

Didn't make it any less painful, nor exhausting, to endure. Bless her Matron for offering to 'accidently' turn her back on an 'excess' vial of Dew.

She rubbed her cheek where the Stigma itched.

[highpriest-zamel]

“Finally. Come. You know I dislike being behind schedule.”

Zamel starts stalking towards the city, his staff clinking in warning. He prays under his breath, pleading the Queen’s mercy over the corruption…so engrossed in his task that he barely notices Layla starting to slow down behind him…

[damelaylachirilth]

"Like you don't cause it yourself..."

She didn't give a damn if she offended him, or prolonged the Stigma on her. Her blood was usually a curse, but in this rare case it was a blessing.

It resisted being turned to Corruption. But the physical toll it took on her was... not ideal, so she still preferred to not be barred from consuming the disgusting liquid, gift from the Queen it was, she hated how foul it was.

her feet stumbled a bit, as she focused as much as she could on his back to keep her eyesight clear. Somewhat.

[damelaylachirilth]

@highpriest-zamel waits for Layla outside the Essail Altar. Other priests nod to him, citizens hurry past him with their eyes down. His frown is deeper than usual, and his index finger is tapping on his staff in impatience. Not only is he worried about Velara not taking the Toplander breach heavily, but now he’s going to be late for the rest of his duties thanks to Layla…

“Where is that girl? A stigma shouldn’t take so long. If she isn’t here in the next five…”

"I'm here I'm here, settle down I can sense the pressure.."

Layla gave an exhausted sigh despite her quip as she stepped down the stairs. Obediently she had reported her failure, and obediently she would endure the stigma for the next three days.

Didn't make it any less painful, nor exhausting, to endure. Bless her Matron for offering to 'accidently' turn her back on an 'excess' vial of Dew.

She rubbed her cheek where the Stigma itched.

[inanelemon]

I got some wine this evening… and… aaa…soo… Someone help him.

[highpriest-zamel]

"Ah hello Lord Zamel! Happy to report the threat is no longer an issue."

Layla really hoped he was going to take what she was about to say the right way as she stood solemnly in front of his desk, giving a quiet exhale.

There was no threat. Sal'thorin was safe. She did her job. And now there was a new noble in the ranks. Everything was fine.

@damelaylachirilth

"Ah, most excellent. Maybe you are a competent guard after all."

Zamel stands and takes up his staff. His face is as stern as ever, but he seems to be a little lighter at the prospect of getting to punish someone...

"Take me to his holding cell immediately, and I'll ensure to finish off his judgement.

[damelaylachirilth]

"Oh, I didn't arrest him. Everything checks out, he's a nobleman and nothing to worry about..now we can focus on the writers of these gossip papers!!"

Keep it upbeat, keep it lighthearted.

[highpriest-zamel]

Zamel’s grip on his staff tightens, his white knuckles turning nearly translucent…uh oh…

“What. Was. His. Name.”

It is not said as a question…but a command of the Terror…even the narrator gets as far away as possible…

[damelaylachirilth]

"Lord Severus. Now please Lord Zamel, we have more important things to worry about-"

Bless her soul no self preservation as she laughs and waves it off. It's not a big deal, at least to her anyway.

[highpriest-zamel]

Zamel’s face twists into a deeper frown.

“There is no Lord Severus who exists here. I pray for your sake that this is some twisted joke of yours.”

He steps closer, looking over her…maybe she should run now…

“Take me to him. Now.”

[damelaylachirilth]

"No there is I checked the story, just a very odd recluse. You'd think he'd be older, but hey, nothing to worry about. Anyway I think he's still searching in the commoner section, you know you should be thanking him when you next get the chance he's actually helping search for a topla-"

And oh how she doesn't notice the anger as she rattles away. She's going to get stigmaed for sure.

[highpriest-zamel]

“A what.”

Zamel grabs her arm with his free hand to stop her rambling. Any trust he might have had that she would handle this is forgotten in what she’s telling him.

“A Toplander in Sal’Thorin? And you didn’t report it?! For a moment, I thought you would be…”

He stops himself and releases her.

“Go report this to Ravion. Now. I’m going to pray he finally does something worthwhile about it and report your sloppy work to the High Priestess. Be at the Altar first thing tomorrow. This negligence will not go unpunished.”

[damelaylachirilth]

she froze.

The first time he dared touch a half blood, and it was because she made him truly upset?

Oh she was so getting stigmatized. This was going to be painful. Hopefully once she explained the situation to Prince Ravion, he would put in a good word for her.

May the Queen help her.

"Yes, my Lord."

[highpriest-zamel]

"Ah hello Lord Zamel! Happy to report the threat is no longer an issue."

Layla really hoped he was going to take what she was about to say the right way as she stood solemnly in front of his desk, giving a quiet exhale.

There was no threat. Sal'thorin was safe. She did her job. And now there was a new noble in the ranks. Everything was fine.

@damelaylachirilth

"Ah, most excellent. Maybe you are a competent guard after all."

Zamel stands and takes up his staff. His face is as stern as ever, but he seems to be a little lighter at the prospect of getting to punish someone...

"Take me to his holding cell immediately, and I'll ensure to finish off his judgement.

[damelaylachirilth]

"Oh, I didn't arrest him. Everything checks out, he's a nobleman and nothing to worry about..now we can focus on the writers of these gossip papers!!"

Keep it upbeat, keep it lighthearted.

[highpriest-zamel]

Zamel’s grip on his staff tightens, his white knuckles turning nearly translucent…uh oh…

“What. Was. His. Name.”

It is not said as a question…but a command of the Terror…even the narrator gets as far away as possible…

[damelaylachirilth]

"Lord Severus. Now please Lord Zamel, we have more important things to worry about-"

Bless her soul no self preservation as she laughs and waves it off. It's not a big deal, at least to her anyway.

[highpriest-zamel]

Zamel’s face twists into a deeper frown.

“There is no Lord Severus who exists here. I pray for your sake that this is some twisted joke of yours.”

He steps closer, looking over her…maybe she should run now…

“Take me to him. Now.”

[damelaylachirilth]

"No there is I checked the story, just a very odd recluse. You'd think he'd be older, but hey, nothing to worry about. Anyway I think he's still searching in the commoner section, you know you should be thanking him when you next get the chance he's actually helping search for a topla-"

And oh how she doesn't notice the anger as she rattles away. She's going to get stigmaed for sure.

[highpriest-zamel]

"Ah hello Lord Zamel! Happy to report the threat is no longer an issue."

Layla really hoped he was going to take what she was about to say the right way as she stood solemnly in front of his desk, giving a quiet exhale.

There was no threat. Sal'thorin was safe. She did her job. And now there was a new noble in the ranks. Everything was fine.

@damelaylachirilth

"Ah, most excellent. Maybe you are a competent guard after all."

Zamel stands and takes up his staff. His face is as stern as ever, but he seems to be a little lighter at the prospect of getting to punish someone...

"Take me to his holding cell immediately, and I'll ensure to finish off his judgement.

[damelaylachirilth]

"Oh, I didn't arrest him. Everything checks out, he's a nobleman and nothing to worry about..now we can focus on the writers of these gossip papers!!"

Keep it upbeat, keep it lighthearted.

[highpriest-zamel]

Zamel’s grip on his staff tightens, his white knuckles turning nearly translucent…uh oh…

“What. Was. His. Name.”

It is not said as a question…but a command of the Terror…even the narrator gets as far away as possible…

[damelaylachirilth]

"Lord Severus. Now please Lord Zamel, we have more important things to worry about-"

Bless her soul no self preservation as she laughs and waves it off. It's not a big deal, at least to her anyway.