As she has not met most of her fellow Inquisitors, many of them will be very brief and based simply on a first impression or from what Father Ragnar has described to Warband Leviathan. Though specifically, I’ll be talking to her fellow Leviathan Inquisitors about possible specific interactions. This list is literally just in order of the Character tab, for simplicity’s sake.

Father Rodion: Rodion… He’s that machinist in Phoenix, right? I honestly don’t know what to say about the guy, he’s not too different from the typical Inquisitors, to be honest. At least, in the way he acts; introverted, intelligent, abnormal from the commonfolk. From what I’ve heard, he’s a bit of a genius, but we all have our areas where we excel, don’t we?

Father Hasaan: I don’t trust him. Not that I’ve gotten to know him yet, but from what I understand of his etheric talents and how he views himself with them, he doesn’t strike me as priest material. He’d be better suited as part of the common military. However, skill and a perceived faith will get you far in the Seminary… I would know.

Mother Astraea: Father Antonin’s star pupil from Warband Phoenix? If there are any students in Varya’s religious war machine that I admire, she makes the top of the list. Such power and grace aren’t necessarily uncommon, but usually one has to lose a part of the triangle to achieve her level. Still, she maintains a humanity that even I fear I’m losing and does so without even realizing it. I’m honored to have her in the mission to El.

Father Yerokhin “Stina:” Callous and unwavering, I can say without a doubt that Stina, from what I’ve seen and heard, is a first class prick. And still, he reminds me of a man who nourished the part of me destined for priesthood, and so long as he follows the path he’s on, I know he’ll be more than a great warrior one day. Unless I see him losing sight of that path, I’ll follow him into the very pits of Hell and drag him back kicking and screaming for more.

Father Ragnar: Now that’s what I call an interesting guy. He’s so uncharacteristically bubbly and eager to please. Before meeting most of Warband Phoenix, he shared as much as he could about our sister class. I still can’t tell if that’s a helpful or hurtful thing and hope it hasn’t given me too many pre-conceived notions about them. However, I know for sure his intentions were good. Still, with that smile on his face and can-do attitude, I can’t help but feel unnerved when I see his eyes. It reminds me of an older pain, the kind which is unshakeable and almost genetic, like an Omestrian’s. I don’t think he’s dishonest, just unnaturally happy. Perhaps the simple fact that it’s so uncommon to be boisterous and excited in our position is what makes me feel it.

Father Galahad: On first impressions, he hardly seems to break free from the Inquisitor norm. He’s noble and intelligent, collected and reasonable. This is, of course, far from a bad thing. He tells it like it is; a lot of us live in a kind of… fantasy in our heads that makes us feel a bit more comfortable in whatever world we live in. It’s a survival mechanism. Galahad doesn’t, I can already tell he lives here, now, in this place and time. He’s loyal, and that’s the kind of Inquisitor we need. Plus, he has such a refinement and style about him, like a natural born leader. I can respect that, I don’t have the charisma or sophistication for it.

Mother Tatiana: She has a kind soul, that’s certain. But from what I understand, she’s a bit… hesitant as a priestess. Her privileged birthplace allows her to have her curiosity, whereas I can’t show that slightest bit of wonder or questioning. I don’t hate her for it, and honestly I envy her and wish desperately to tell her that I understand what she’s going through. But from me, that’s heresy, so I’ll keep my lips tight and my will forged in Lanostran steel.

Mother Ziotea: To be honest, I have mixed feelings on the woman. She shares the blood of my people, and unfortunately for her she’s only half of each. The life of a pure Omestrian is torturous, but at least we have a people and a cause, a culture. Being half-bred means that common society will always see you as an Omestrian, no matter what; conversely, Omestrians will only pity you for that, maybe take you in, but you’ll never quite feel as though you’re one of us. I don’t dislike her, but she has poor control over the fact that she isn’t the dutiful, faithful servant an Omestrian Inquisitor under The Ravenous Lord should be… so I pity her, and respect her, for she has the strength to feel what I dare not, and I pray that she isn’t devoured like a full-blooded Omestrian for her defiance. In battle, however, she is nearly an asset and, considering my own feelings on the non-secular military, I have no problems marching in with her, even if Mother Indira isn’t her biggest fan.

Father Ilya: Visions of grandeur and a lack of self-awareness I’ve never seen anywhere else are the only things that I see inside of Ilya that make him stand out. He’s cocky and abrasive and our years together in Leviathan don’t do anything to make me feel better about him. Mother Indira hated him until we were almost graduated and I don’t care if he handled her trials with Oren and I so well; we had to endure it all and more, he got to live in the comfort for years before facing her! He’s obsessed with control and scheduling, has no remorse or compassion… he wants to be a hero and yet finds little time or reason to get to know any of us. I don’t respect him any more than I have to, and the thing I hate about him most is one I can’t hide: he idolizes The Ravenous Lord. I would never say it, not even to Mother Indira, but his blind faith and allegiance make me sick. We might be missionaries, but the fact that I’ve had to spend all my time at the Seminary with supplementary lessons on how to ‘hide’ who I am, where I came from, and what I care about makes me bitter to the core that people like Ilya exist. He probably doesn’t even know I feel this way – I haven’t ever let it show as part of my “Omestrian Suppression.” He probably doesn’t even realize it was his family that owned the ether mine that had me imprisoned as a child.

Mother Indira: By and far one of the two greatest influences on my life so far, and possibly ever. Mother Indira took in those of us like her, or those of us she wanted to teach our pain, and taught us the things that one would think shouldn’t have to be taught in the Red Seminary. Perception is reality, so the view of our faithfulness and obedience had to be a strong one; citizens don’t realize that even the greatest priests of Varya struggle, mostly because we’re here to be warriors and missionaries who fight for the people from the most powerful place we can. Indira taught me not to hate The Ravenous Lord, she taught me to understand him, even if I don’t believe in his words and desires. Though I had hoped to learn more of our people from her, I see now why that was naïve, she was showing me to conceal that curiosity, not satiate it. I won’t let her down. Deep within me, there is a flame. I must never allow it to go out.