Orchel, Masked Cat Priest

Dagsion is a city that normally teems with life, as shopkeepers, civilians, and warriors alike go about their busy lives. On a sunny, clear day like this, the streets of the imperial capital seem even busier than usual.

The weather is invigorating, and the masked cat priestess who often tends to Credna's temple is no exception to its effects. Her broom sweeps across the finely cut stone stairs as she cheerfully clears away debris and dust from the temple's walkways. She hums a little tune, guiding her steps with a carefree sense of whimsy. Her mask tilts toward passersby as they walk past the place of worship, and she lets out a small giggle before waving to them.

"Good afternoon! Hope you have a fine day!" the masked woman calls out to strangers, raising a hand to her shoulder in a polite yet enthusiastic greeting. Her manner is reminiscent of a friendly child joyfully greeting someone for the first time.

The men turn their attention toward her, offering a casual wave and a simple "Hello" before continuing on their way. A quiet chuckle escapes one of them, though it's unclear whether he finds her friendliness charming or her peculiar mask amusing.

The priestess doesn't mind either way.

As she finishes cleaning the walkway, she lets out a satisfied sigh. She rests the broom against a pillar, dusts off her hands, and places them on her hips.

"There we go. All clean!" she exclaims, admiring her work. "I'm sure Credna appreciates all the effort I've put into keeping these stairs spotless."

The average person might not notice the difference her sweeping has made, but she does, and that's what matters to her.

Having finished her duties, the masked priestess turns to peer around the corner of the temple, where she spots another worker busy with a task. She doesn't question what he's doing.

"Excuse me, I'm finished for today! I'm going to head down to the lower district. I'd like to do some fabric shopping before the streets get really busy for the Heroic Games, okay?"

The priestess doesn't wait for an answer. Instead, she eagerly hops down from the temple's front ledge and makes her way along the walkways leading through Dagsion's upper district, soon disappearing into the crowd.

Unfortunately, the streets of the lower district are just as lively as those of the upper district, if not more so.

Exploring Dagsion's market district has become like navigating a shifting maze of people, with crowds moving in every direction at a moment's notice. The cat priestess finds herself constantly sidestepping to avoid bumping into others, some of whom come a little too close for comfort. A child chasing an even younger playmate nearly collides with her hip, prompting a small squeak from the woman before she lets out a sigh.

"Goodness. It's fun to go shopping by myself, though I wish the streets weren't so packed." Her words sound almost like a complaint, but her tone remains gentle, and a smile stays hidden behind her mask. "Perhaps I should've sent Diego instead. Oh, but he'd drown in a crowd like this..." She lets out a laugh.

More people rush past her, each seemingly in a different degree of urgency. Some excitedly talk about incredible shopping deals as they hurry along, while others discuss wanting to see what a recently captured criminal looks like. They rush past the priestess in a blur, startling her.

"Oh my, everyone seems to be in a hurry!" she gasps, placing a hand against her chest. A few more people rush past, and this time, she whirls around to watch them go, fascinated and curious.

"Whoa! It's so crowded today that I can barely walk around..."

She takes a few steps backward before turning forward again, only to realize too late how awkwardly she's positioned herself. A moment later, she accidentally bumps into a bystander.

The priestess barely budges. The bystander, however, isn't so fortunate.

She gasps again and covers her mouth with both hands as she watches the person stumble to the ground. Quickly hurrying over, she reaches out to help them up.

"Oh, my apologies! I really should be watching where I'm going!" she exclaims frantically, extending both hands toward the fallen stranger. "My name is Orchel—you're not injured, are you?"

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Dagsion is a city that normally teems with life, as shopkeepers, civilians, and warriors alike go about their busy lives. On a sunny, clear day like this, the streets of the imperial capital seem even busier than usual.

The weather is invigorating, and the masked cat priestess who often tends to Credna's temple is no exception to its effects. Her broom sweeps across the finely cut stone stairs as she cheerfully clears away debris and dust from the temple's walkways. She hums a little tune, guiding her steps with a carefree sense of whimsy. Her mask tilts toward passersby as they walk past the place of worship, and she lets out a small giggle before waving to them.

"Good afternoon! Hope you have a fine day!" the masked woman calls out to strangers, raising a hand to her shoulder in a polite yet enthusiastic greeting. Her manner is reminiscent of a friendly child joyfully greeting someone for the first time.

The men turn their attention toward her, offering a casual wave and a simple "Hello" before continuing on their way. A quiet chuckle escapes one of them, though it's unclear whether he finds her friendliness charming or her peculiar mask amusing.

The priestess doesn't mind either way.

As she finishes cleaning the walkway, she lets out a satisfied sigh. She rests the broom against a pillar, dusts off her hands, and places them on her hips.

"There we go. All clean!" she exclaims, admiring her work. "I'm sure Credna appreciates all the effort I've put into keeping these stairs spotless."

The average person might not notice the difference her sweeping has made, but she does, and that's what matters to her.

Her brief respite is interrupted, however, when she hears the sound of a foot landing on stone, and her masked face immediately turns to the sound.

Someone has set foot on the stairs she just swept, approaching Credna's temple.

The priestess is unbothered; in fact, she seems to light up at the person's presence. "Oh, hello!" She greets, tilting slightly to the side like a curious pup. "Do you have business with the god Credna?"

She places a finger at the bottom of her mask, letting out a small hum in thought. "Hm, if you're here for worship, that could be complicated. Credna usually keeps his temple closed off. You'd never believe it, but he's actually quite the shy man." Her hands drop to her hips, and she gives an animated nod that expresses confidence and certainty. "Oh well, whatever you need, I'm sure we can figure something out. My name is Orchel—pleased to meet you!"

She extends out a hand, offering a warm greeting and waiting to see if the person in front of her will take it.

The crowd erupts within Dagsion's Grand Arena as spells fly and the clash of steel rings through the air. Every sidestep and parry kicks dirt into the air, while the neighing of chariot horses and the crackling of flames fill every rare moment of silence. Two teams battle before a massive audience, each eager to prove their worth and earn the attention of the Divine Sovereign. The Heroic Games have begun.

From one side of the arena emerge the Twin Jewels of Arago: Nathan, an armored knight, and Creek, a cavalier clad in green. Both are legendary generals, feared as some of the greatest warriors in the kingdom of Arago.

From the other side, the Linaria Dewdrops fight under the leadership of a mysterious, cat-masked priestess. The announcer calls her Orchel, a priestess who serves at the temple of Credna. Backed by the agile Diego and the wyvern-riding Seteth, her band of warriors has proven worthy of its place in the arena.

The sand of the Grand Arena feels soft beneath your feet, while the constant cacophony of the gladiatorial spectacle nearly overwhelms your senses. An arrow whizzes past your head, and a horse-drawn chariot nearly tramples you. When an opposing soldier charges in your direction, you don't even need to lift a finger; a stray fireball knocks him off his feet, perfectly capturing the chaotic unpredictability of the games.

Creek narrows his eyes as he charges toward Orchel, lance in hand, having abandoned his horse in favor of a duel on foot.

"A masked priestess, and one with such incredible strength... I must know what lies beneath that mask!" he shouts, tightening his grip on his weapon as he rapidly closes the distance between them.

Orchel spots the charging man and immediately retaliates, swinging an entire chariot overhead with her bare hands before hurling it at him as though it were a mere pebble. Creek barely manages to dodge, skidding across the sand as the armor around his knees scrapes against the ground. He quickly regains his footing.

Another combatant suddenly leaps at the green-clad general as Diego lunges from the shadows, knife in hand, only to be intercepted and tackled by Nathan.

Quick to act, Orchel gathers a sphere of magic between her hands. The orb of light trembles at her fingertips, its instability hinting at either a lack of control or an overwhelming amount of power. Before anyone can react, she releases the dangerous sphere, hurling it toward Nathan in an attempt to protect Diego.

Diego and Nathan both scramble to escape the blast, barely managing to get clear before the orb collides with the ground and detonates in a tremendous explosion. The resulting shock wave is enough to throw you and those nearby off balance. Blinding light floods the arena, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut.

When you open them again, Orchel is already charging a second blast, this time aimed at Creek.

Creek leaps into the air, using his momentum to propel himself toward the masked priestess.

"I will reveal... your true face!" he yells, aiming his lance directly at Orchel's head.

Orchel hastily raises the gathering magic before her face, using the glowing sphere as a shield. Instead of recoiling, however, Creek merely grins. Tightening his grip on the weapon, he thrusts its blade directly into the orb of light.

The ensuing explosion is even larger than the last, sending Creek tumbling through the air and engulfing the spot where Orchel stood in a massive cloud of dust and smoke.

Slowly, the dust begins to settle, revealing Orchel's standing figure. As visibility improves, the shattered fragments of her mask become visible on the ground. Her mask has been destroyed, revealing deep crimson eyes, long, flowing seafoam-green hair, and a face so beautiful that she could easily be mistaken for a deity.

The crowd roars in astonishment at Orchel's reveal. The fighting momentarily ceases as everyone takes in the sight. Even Creek, who lands on the ground with a heavy thud, ignores his aches and pains as he sits up with an entertained smirk.

"My, what have we here?" he says with a chuckle, spotting his lance nearby. "It's as though a goddess has appeared before us..."

Orchel, on the other hand, looks utterly startled. Her hands fly to her face, feeling the bare skin where her mask should be, and her eyes dart toward the crowd, which is now cheering at having witnessed her unmasking.

"Oh, oh no... W-what do I do...?" she murmurs, already fearing some form of unknown divine retribution. Yet, instead of the punishment she expects, she is met with chanting and cries of admiration for her beauty.

The contrast between her expectations and reality gradually causes Orchel to lower her guard. Her lips begin to curve into a small smile, and she lets out a quiet, almost embarrassed laugh.

"Oh, my! I-I guess I should feel flattered... But this is... a problem for me. I was supposed to never reveal my face... Oh, Credna... please don't be angry..."

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