Sophridel
- Alniesierr Carnevien
- Alniesierr Carnevien (Fake Name)
- Keeper of Masks
- Sophridel of Many Faces
Aliases for Sophridel
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| 8.41 | “Two. What do they seem, Sophridel? That one carries magic like mine.” |
| 8.41 | Sophridel returned. The Crying Mask tilted the mask left and right. Like someone tilting their head. |
| 8.41 | The other two jolted. Crying Mask, Sophridel, stared at Ryoka, much in the same way she stared at h—it. Alarmed. |
| 8.41 | But what did it turn? Shoulders? Arms? Legs? It had none of these things. It—Sophridel—was all masks. |
| 8.41 | I’m wearing part of it. A mask, hundreds, thousands, all enchanted. She hadn’t given thought to how they had been made. Ryoka began to try to take it off. She could not. She looked at Sophridel. Then the second. |
| 8.41 | Sophridel added, a distinct tone of unhappy rebuke in its voice. Ryoka saw the third figure freeze in creeping up on them. She was something too. A seven-foot tall, armored woman with a shock of hair like a mane and dark skin. |
| 8.41 | Sophridel commented to its companion. The stone tree-woman peered at Ryoka. |
| 8.41 | Like a scolding mother, the tree-woman went to Gilaw and began scolding her. However, the armored woman refused to give up the feather for a good ten more seconds until she sulkily let go. Her gaze locked on Sammy, though, and she peered at him. Then she hurried over to Sophridel. |
| 8.41 | She hadn’t expected to find this place, in truth. She had already set the entire Court of Masks abuzz, to the point where the creator, the Court itself, Sophridel, was staring at her disapprovingly. |
| 8.41 | The foreign woman tilted her head, clapped a hand to her neck muscles, and nodded. Sophridel looked over. |
| 8.41 | Duke Rhisveri, the Wyrm. Just as planned, really. Aside from this. When you caused trouble, someone had to sort it out, even in this so-called impartial realm. He knew exactly where Ryoka was, perhaps aided by Sophridel, and stormed into the room. He beheld Ryoka and Sammial and stopped, seeing they’d ferreted out another secret. |
| 8.41 | Sophridel. An…elemental. Yes, an elemental. But not of what you’d think. Not of fire, or ice. An ancient Elemental of Masks. |
| 8.41 | The Minister of Decorum, Sophridel, turned, confused, to the Duke of Ailendamus. Fithea, the prickly Conservator of Forests, another high-ranking official, turned to the Great Knight Gilaw. That was what Sammy saw, even when they were marched out of the Court of Masks. |
| 8.41 | A tall, blank-faced half-Elf, Sophridel. An old Dwarf woman, scowling at Gilaw, a dark-skinned woman with a mane of hair punching her palm. Fithea grabbed Gilaw before she could knock Sammy’s lights out. |
| 8.41 | “Yes! How did you let her find the inner place, Sophridel?” |
| 8.41 | Fithea and Sophridel looked at each other. Rhisveri snarled. |
| 8.41 | The Dryad was appalled. Ryoka found it was time to break in. She bowed, to Sophridel and Fithea. |
| 8.41 | The Wyrm kept arguing with his companions, but it was clear who was in charge. Fithea stormed off to tell the ‘others’, with Gilaw hopping, literally hopping behind her, as Sophridel went back to sort out the Court of Masks. Rhisveri turned on Ryoka. |
| Interlude – Songs and Stories | Of course. Sophridel, the Elemental of Masks, ensured their secrecy. It was the caretaker of the Court of Masks. Rhisveri was the ‘boss’, or at least, the first among equals. Probably the boss. |
| Interlude – Songs and Stories | “That’s what I thought! But I can’t cast that kind of magic and Fithea won’t teach anyone ‘silly magic’. And the Singer’s never performed in Ailendamus. I could listen to her at least, but even though Sophridel told me he tried to invite her a dozen times, she never came.” |
| Interlude – Songs and Stories | Something he wanted too. Rhisveri paced around, snapping at Sophridel. The Elemental of Masks kept secrets, by his nature. He was trustworthy, again by nature, or at least, his main form was. |
| Interlude – Songs and Stories | “I don’t know what she summoned, but that coinage is invaluable. I must have it. She is taunting me, Sophridel, but she can’t know what I possess!” |
| Interlude – Songs and Stories | “I do not need to inform you of every treasure I possess! You are here for counsel, Sophridel.” |
| Interlude – Songs and Stories | His eyes shone. He practically salivated at the currency with its unique value. Sophridel gave Rhisveri a blank, blank stare. |
| Interlude – Perspective and Past | Yes, Rhisveri was the Wyrm who ruled Ailendamus. But even he had people he listened to, although the relationship was notably unbalanced. Nevertheless, Sophridel, the Elemental of Masks; Fithea, the ancient Dryad; Culnous, eldest of the Merfolk; and a few more were allowed to speak to him. |