Thread: The Left  Hand and Right Hand of the Divine (Javorcek X Clearsight)

Cassandra Allegra Portia Calogera Filomena Pentaghast. She hated what that name represented, the life she was born in to. Her entire life had become a journey dedicated to faith and justice, but also to escaping her namesake. There was nothing about being royalty that Cassandra really missed and as a testament to that she had constantly worked and made herself the complete opposite of what royalty usually was. She was not some spoiled woman relying on wealth and aristocratic authority, and she was certainly no weak fool who put her own desires above those of others. It was just the opposite. She instead chose to follow a more dignified path and became a servant of the Chantry. It was the noblest of callings and one she felt drawn to. Cassandra wasn't simply a servant though, she was a Seeker, and rooting out the corruption that undermined the holy order was her duty. She had joined the organization to do good, to protect the faith and revered name of Andraste, and do her part. For some time that had worked out, and the Seeker believed that she had attached herself to a truly righteous organization. While she did have some curiosities her faith prevailed and she followed the path laid out before her. She used the ultimate authority granted to her by the chantry to watch for dangerous magic, and it was satisfying. Often times things changed however, and even the Seekers were soon seen to have fault. The organization charged with keeping the Chantry safe and stopping the spread of corruption abandoned its duties, leaving Cassandra mortified. She believed in their charge and the responsibility granted to them never to turn a blind eye to the Chantry and keep faith no matter the situation. Her brethren in the order had different opinions. Instead of guarding the Chantry they turned their back and went off to serve themselves right at the start of the mage rebellion, right when the holy order of Andraste needed them most. It was unfathomable for the warrior, and where they left she stayed, more dedicated and ready to do her duties than ever. Still, alone Cassandra could do little. To the Chantry her order could be seen as traitors, and to her order... Well she was no longer following them and that was enough to earn her a multitude of labels no doubt. Her faith was once again rewarded however, and perhaps in a more meaningful way than ever before. One woman still had faith in her and had seen Cassandra's faith and persistence in the pursuit of justice and wanted her, the Revered Mother. They had met a few times but never anything substantial, however it seemed she had made an impression and one that guided her forward just as Andraste had so many times. She could still remember the conversation. The Revered Mother had called for her, the last loyal Seeker. It had simply started different from many of the conversations she had after staying where the rest had left. There had been no awkward questions, no hesitance about her loyalty, it had simply been a conversation. The Revered Mother had asked her about things from her upbringing to her faith, and of course about the Seekers, and what made it different was that she had simply listened. There hadn't been that look of expectation and it didn't seem like she was being tested, it was merely a conversation. Of course she had been told much by the Revered Mother as well, stories that almost didn't suit someone as holy and benevolent as the Revered Mother but at the same time made her seem so much more approachable and trustworthy. By the end of their first conversation, and subsequent conversations, Cassandra felt a sense of belonging. She spent more time with the Revered Mother when she could and eventually she was asked a single question. Would you honor me with the same passion and commitment you have given to the Chantry? With that one question Cassandra had felt on the right path once more. Her answer to the Revered Mother's question hadn't been rushed, even if she had known from its asking that she would be saying yes. She pondered it, talked with the Revered Mother, and only then accepted, but with a resolution that would never falter. The weight of serving the next Divine was welcomed by the Seeker and more than that it fulfilled the sense of purpose she had been longing for. Cassandra had not been alerted of the magnitude of her duties immediately however and thus when the Revered Mother called her several days later she had been quite shocked. She had planned on serving in any way she could, making sure her skills were of use, but she had never imagined she would be given such a vital role... Never did she expect to be the Right Hand of the Divine. It was flooring. I would be honored Revered Mother. It was all Cassandra could bring herself to say, and the rest of that day had been filled with the warrior trying her best to prepare for their departure with as calm and composed a demeanor as she always tried to keep. Truthfully Cassandra had her moments of clumsiness, she could become flustered and nervous like anyone else. Not on the battlefield or in the face of danger, but oddly enough in the situations most people found simplistic and easy. Like packing. She didn't have much so it wasn't terribly difficult but she seemed to have a problem with efficient packing. A few times she had huffed after failing to stuck something alongside her things, being forced to take it all out and start over. She didn't want to have more chests than she needed, it would look ridiculous. Even with her troubles Cassandra finished early. Her overachieving personality, or hard-working depending on who you asked, had her dressed in her new armor and ready to leave long before departure. She couldn't simply sit still, it wasn't in her nature. If she wasn't busy working she would spar or practice her swordsmanship. A few exceptions existed but mainly she was involved in something. Training was ill-advised considering the reason for their departure, she needed to be presentable and not exhausted or dirty, and thus instead she went to find the Revered Mother, who had something she had wanted to say to her earlier but hadn't gotten around to it, becoming the Divine keeping the woman quite busy. Finding her had been easier said than done though, the Revered Mother not in her office or room. Only after some time did she find her and she was in front of a room Cassandra had yet to be to before, talking to someone who didn't sound familiar at all. Revered Mother. Cassandra walked inside the room after a knock to the door and stood before her. The Revered Mother smiled, Ah wonderful, perfect timing Cassandra, perfect. She looked to the armored warrior and then to Leliana, apparently pleased at the two women gathered. I would like to introduce you to Leliana. She is a servant of the Chantry such as yourself and will be serving as my Left Hand. She motioned to Cassandra, And Leliana, this Cassandra. She will be serving as my Right Hand. She gave yet another smile before heading towards the door, Remember, there are still a few hours. And with that she was gone, an unspoken desire for introductions. Cassandra could only really stand and look at the redhead, evaluating her from the start.