>>5642585The howling winds of doom continue to billow, over the fields and through the streets, gently fluttering linens as it passes.
Ariaios looks out to her empire, taking in the sights of Tor Loric. Where she goes she is met with the adoration she desires and has always demanded, the average lady wears even less than Ariaios does nowadays, almost bare as they go flirting around in packs. People gamble indecent wagers in public places and obscene statuettes are carved in her likeness.
It’s all… boring. It’s meant to be taboo, shocking and outrageous, the very idea meant to send the heart racing, the most depraved of fantasies, but now it’s just… the way things are. People don’t react with horror, they don’t react at all, it’s an every day part of life. Many of these people don’t even remember what it was like before her do they? She’s lived so long, men have lived and died without ever seeing another ruler, they forgot why this was meant to be exciting! They don’t appreciate the impropriety of it all!
Something is wrong, she’s won, winning is meant to feel good, this is dull, dull completely and utterly dull!
She needs excitement, drama, tales of betrayal and broken taboos, and what better than her cult to produce them?
Ariaios orders her cult outwards into rural places, to seduce still-married men from their wives, sway wives into the arms of others and record the events to make giant tapestries out of. She rips up ancient edicts preventing her from dictating laws to temples other than her own and begins bullying Aios cult even more than she already was, forcing them into whores attires and refusing to upkeep their holdings without them jumping through an array of convoluted hoops, on one occasion, an actual array of hoops.
Now this, this should get a response, Ariaios can only lick her lips in anticipation, she’s sure of it.
