High Priest

In the dusk-glow of Miziyak, under the soaring spires of Kawosi’Roh Temple, a High Priest kneels before the marble dais. The air hums with runes glowing faintly in Esabelle’s Staff of Utterobediance. The Priest bows, voice echoing: “As you have chosen me, so I serve—to manifest Magic as her will, not mine.”   They stand then, robes trailing in candlelight, arms raised, invoking magic as a living thing. It flows through lattice and stone, through flame and blood, through studies in the halls of Dynastes. The High Priest does not merely channel— they are guardian of the order’s sacred vow: that magic is not a tool, but personified, worshipped, and that through Esabelle they commune.   When threats come—heresy, rival mages, undermining—from dark corners or ambitious nobles, the High Priest marches in Esabelle’s name. In the courtyard arena, they speak to the crowd: “Magic binds us. Let none sever that tie.” And even when voices quake, even when doubts stir in hidden hearts, the High Priest stands, unflinching, because in Manastrife belief, she is more than ruler—she is the living bridge between mortal and magic.