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Post by Retrograde on Mar 15, 2018 21:08:44 GMT
Uzu stared at Mazares for a momEntire, before taking her censer staff and striking him on the rear. "None of that, please." She had a smile on her face despite that, even as she walked up to the alter and turned to her congregation.
"Good children, today I am making preparations to make an undertaking that will finally allow us to be delivered from this intolerant place! We will finally be free of the shackles of oppression!"
The congregation gasped, looking to one another in shock. Uzu smiled. "It will be a dangerous mission indeed, but I have faith that our success is within the Great Plan. That said, I am to perform a divining to see which of our Masters is in ascendancy and placate them after our service. Following that, I will accept any who would wish to aid us in our endeavour."
She then turned to the altar, facing away from them, and flipped open the Mysteries. "And now, a reading from the Book of Five Princes."
As Uzu began to read, Pashmi lead Mazares over to the pew Shiva sat in and took her place, patting the seat next for her as an indication that Mazares should join her. The rest of the congregation was listening intently to Uzu talk about how in the days when the Garmash had first received their revelation there was discord amongst them and the pagans.
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Post by Zoilus on Mar 15, 2018 22:02:27 GMT
Such violence! Well, at least I know what her part is going to be! Mazares did his best not to react to the strike, and quickly found himself in a pew between the beggar-woman and an absurdly over-dressed noble-girl. With the Qeterqe champion in the same row, it seemed that every class of the Seven Cities was represented: the haves, the have-nots, the savages, and then himself, the humble doesn't-have-quite-enough. Such a collection of people she'd gathered, all of them probably with their own unique and heart-wrenching stories...all of which would be more interesting than whatever Uze was droning on about. He turned to the noble first, whispering,"So, girl, what bade you betray your family and ancestors in the name of an obscure cult? Not that I'm, uh, criticizing or anything. Just wondering how the tendrils of faith wrapped themselves around your heart?"
Before he could continue, the beggar woman gave him a light kick and a stern glare. She took after her teacher or priestess or whatever Uze was to her, didn't she? Fine, two could play at this game: still whispering, he leaned over to her, "Oh, sorry to leave you out in the cold. Same question for you. And if you know anything about tall, dark and scary on down the line, that'd be fun too."
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Post by Grim on Mar 20, 2018 14:19:09 GMT
Shiva couldn't help but smile as she sees the newcomer get a bit of deserved justice for his assumed superiority and his rather overbearing nature. Clearly this was a man who's only worshiped god was coin or vice. She felt bad but she quietly prayed that the masters would have him sit somewhere else or leave, but such was not her fate. It seemed she would have to interact with him. She tried to ignore him at first but his gaze finally forced her to talk if just so he wold leave her alone, "Is it so strange that a woman might just believe that all of us are equal?" she goes back to the sermon for a second, "As for my story, well since I am just a girl I wont bore you with it."
She was maybe more prickled by being called a girl then she should have been, but she was married even if her drunken had never seen to his husbandly duties, having instead found himself passed out drunk on top of her nearly smothering her. That was only when the man wasn't trying to be violent with the house, household or herself while in some drunken rage.
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