[Mini Event] To See and Pray [OPEN TO ALL]

ZARIAH I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation Zariah had been standing quietly in the shadows, watching, waiting, listening. Since the Launceleyn’s no longer had a well-defined place in society that was her usual pastime now. She was looking for opportunity, but around every corner found simple-mindedness and lack of direction. A pity really. This world had potential, even if everyone in it thought some fantastical gods existed, so deeply mired in mental delusion as they were. Gods? Bah humbug. But as she watched this little assault on the spire that was doomed to fail from its very conception, she couldn’t help but overhearing the whining of those gathered. It irked her, not because she particularly cared about the fates of those below, but more because it seemed rather self-indulgent. She straightened, stepping forward from the shadows where she had been quietly observing, arms crossed over her chest. ”Oh shut up. You all sound like whiny, self-indulgent children.” she said dryly, walking forward to get a better view of the fight, looking at no one in particular. ”How convenient is it, to assume the Outlanders think everything here so worthless? I don’t recall the Naturals being uninvited to parlay at the various meetings and gatherings that led up to this. I don’t recall hearing your voices pipe up to say why this is so wrong, or to explain what it is you know so we might collaborate. All I’ve heard is thinly veiled contempt for us, and yet I can say the same of you; you care not for us, or our way of life, or why it is so important for us to break through this barrier to see the great beyond.” Emotionless, hazel eyes slid over to look at Rory, someone she didn’t know and frankly didn’t care to know. ”You are not the only ones who know what it is like to live a life in a cage. Caido is not the only world surrounded by walls.” Her gaze shifted over to the oddly pale girl, Maea, who spoke to soothe the man’s nerves. ”If you truly did not wish for people to die you would have said so many months ago when this was planned. I don’t think that is the truth though. I think you are covering your butts on this. Should they all fail and die, you are ever the altruistic Naturals who simply wished to see death sparred all as you continue to toil away in your cage. Should they win, you’d be jealous they steal the glory they will receive for their triumph.” Despite the enmity of her words, her tone throughout was calm and emotionless, impartial almost. Zariah’s eyes moved back to the gather warriors on the field, ever stoic and emotionless as she stared. ”Two of those are former military leaders. Risking their lives for the masses is all they know or care for. One is a bit…unstable and has a history with the female with the claymore. Posturing surely is her reason for joining. And the fourth…well there is always at least one idiot in every merry band who feels his life is worthless and thereby a perfectly willing sacrifice.” she said with a shrug. ”So if you’re just here to bitch and moan, go home. The rest of us are interested in the outcome, regardless of where it leads.”