BarrenThin2
Senior Member
CS
The good news was that, as they were magically brought to a stage after the fight and forced to introduce themselves, Reverentia could once again take advantage of the fact that she was not just a normal Hobgoblin in a mask. As far as magic was concerned, Reverentia Mortir and Mori, the Dark Valkyrie of Dragua were two separate people. If she were in the guise of Reverentia and one tried to locate the other magically, or vice versa, the magic would simply fail. Similarly, magic that compelled her to reveal information or tell the truth did so according to the identity she presently took on. Presently, she was Mori, not Reverentia. Not that anyone present likely cared about her secret identity at all, but Reverentia was always... well, frankly, a bit paranoid.
She didn’t fight it much. There was little point. Similar to Blake, Reverntia spoke with little flair, tilting her head back to stare down her mask at the crowd with obvious disdain. “I am Mori. The Dark Valkyrie of Dragua.” As with the others, she took her position off the stage, glaring at the twins with vitriol in her eyes. If she had her way, neither of them would be leaving alive.