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Rumours, you say?
Sure, we can do those!
In fact, this one's spun out far enough to also almost be an NPC writeup and adventure seed at the same time *lol*
Muttered over ale and mincepies in alleyway taverns: You hear the guff lately? There's a rash of hits against the cloth -- shrines scorched, tithes absconded with, couple statues roughed up, even blood splattered across the doors of the Grain Lord's temple.
They says it's paid from Ciphas' purse -- yeah, Lord Pious himself. Couple good whisperers told me they got told he's out for blood and holy war, but ain't no one got no idea why -- but he's putting out feelers, like, and he's snatching up pigstickers and brimstone. Dunno if I want to lie low or sign up to something that ain't saying what for, y'know.
Murmured discreetly behind wine flutes and fans at high society gatherings: Look, there goes dear Jairan -- you know, of the blessed House Sunfalcon Ciphas?
Take a good look but not so much that you're obvious about it, there's a dear. Doesn't something seem just a little ... different, about him? As if he's come back from some terrible strife. And, why, Lady Bithe just the other day tried to speak to him about the upcoming harvest tithes and he all but drove her off with the flat of his blade!
* Jairan Ciphas is still himself, the scion of a noble lineage with generations-long ties to a major faith and a dedication to bolstering the influence -- and power -- of the Grain Lord's hierarchy, spiritual and worldly, all in the name of the betterment of the people.
Trouble is, he's not the Jairan Ciphas this City knows.
Rather, this Ciphas is a victim of churchly machinations ridding themselves of high-minded potential trouble, from a world very much like the one he finds himself in now -- but one where the Grain Lord's chosen have grown fat and viperous on the harvests meant for the people and the church hierarchy is both hopelessly corrupt and absolutely entrenched in their power.
This Jairan Ciphas is furious beyond reason in the way that only the most betrayed of loyal idealists can be. And this may not be his birth world, but it is very much of the same cut -- and he has sworn to root out the rot with everything he has at his disposal, as surely the blight is the same across the worlds.
Until then, his counterpart can lie in a deep cell beneath the Ciphas manors, dreaming away.
Sure, we can do those!
In fact, this one's spun out far enough to also almost be an NPC writeup and adventure seed at the same time *lol*
Muttered over ale and mincepies in alleyway taverns: You hear the guff lately? There's a rash of hits against the cloth -- shrines scorched, tithes absconded with, couple statues roughed up, even blood splattered across the doors of the Grain Lord's temple.
They says it's paid from Ciphas' purse -- yeah, Lord Pious himself. Couple good whisperers told me they got told he's out for blood and holy war, but ain't no one got no idea why -- but he's putting out feelers, like, and he's snatching up pigstickers and brimstone. Dunno if I want to lie low or sign up to something that ain't saying what for, y'know.
Murmured discreetly behind wine flutes and fans at high society gatherings: Look, there goes dear Jairan -- you know, of the blessed House Sunfalcon Ciphas?
Take a good look but not so much that you're obvious about it, there's a dear. Doesn't something seem just a little ... different, about him? As if he's come back from some terrible strife. And, why, Lady Bithe just the other day tried to speak to him about the upcoming harvest tithes and he all but drove her off with the flat of his blade!
* Jairan Ciphas is still himself, the scion of a noble lineage with generations-long ties to a major faith and a dedication to bolstering the influence -- and power -- of the Grain Lord's hierarchy, spiritual and worldly, all in the name of the betterment of the people.
Trouble is, he's not the Jairan Ciphas this City knows.
Rather, this Ciphas is a victim of churchly machinations ridding themselves of high-minded potential trouble, from a world very much like the one he finds himself in now -- but one where the Grain Lord's chosen have grown fat and viperous on the harvests meant for the people and the church hierarchy is both hopelessly corrupt and absolutely entrenched in their power.
This Jairan Ciphas is furious beyond reason in the way that only the most betrayed of loyal idealists can be. And this may not be his birth world, but it is very much of the same cut -- and he has sworn to root out the rot with everything he has at his disposal, as surely the blight is the same across the worlds.
Until then, his counterpart can lie in a deep cell beneath the Ciphas manors, dreaming away.
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