Dantia/Storylines/Mana Surges & Wild Magic/Phase 8: Time to Fight Back

The Immortals Stir

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450-05-16 Sep 21, 2024	Five adventurers, Avrenka, Briaen, Karthor, Kethrai and Nawain, receive personalized visions from their respective Immortals. The Immortals initiate an attack on the encasement surrounding Dirge. Adventurers were beset upon by drakes, but were eventually able to take up axes and aid in cutting down the encasement. Dirge became accessible again. Expand for details. Avrenka's vision: The light around you flares with blinding authority. Time slows and the air takes on a golden light. Everything goes silent. Before you stands a figure of unwavering resolve, cloaked in the enduring spirit of justice and a stance brimming with the determination of one who never falters. He is accompanied by a fierce mongoose that sniffs about as if seeking the unseen. There s a message in its gaze, a command yet unspoken, a truth it carries from a nameless sword. As you reach out to touch the mongoose, a flurry of disparate images fight in the back of your mind for expression. Through the quick succession of flashes, you see Dirge. Dried vines and brecciated rock incorporated into one side of the encasement make for a weakness. The man says, "The time for skepticism has ended. This wrong shall not go unanswered. Tell them. And hurry." A warm aura intensifies for a moment, then recedes, leaving behind a steadfast resolve and an indomitable sense of security, as though the very essence of righteous judgment has fortified your spirit. He and the mongoose vanish. Briaen's vision: The light around you flares with blinding authority. Time slows and the air takes on a golden light. Everything goes silent. A radiant figure emerges, bathed in the golden hues of wheat. Her face is serene and filled with an endless well of compassion. Her long robes shimmer like the first rays of morning, casting warmth and comfort. By her side, a majestic cow with soft eyes steps forward, its coat glowing with auroral hues. There s a message in its gaze, a command yet unspoken, a truth it carries from the break of dawn. As you reach out to touch the cow, a flurry of disparate images fight in the back of your mind for expression. Through the quick succession of flashes, you see Dirge. Dried vines and brecciated rock incorporated into one side of the encasement make for a weakness. The woman says, "Dawnsworn of my name, too many are lost. The time has come to light the way. Tell them. And hurry." The woman smiles and a warm glow intensifies for a moment, then dims, leaving behind a sense of peace and hope, as though the dawn itself has touched your soul. She and the cow vanish. Karthor's vision: The air around you hums with a silent authority. Time slows and the air takes on a golden light. Everything goes silent. A figure emerges; His presence is marked by the scent of earth and metal, a testament to his dominion over craftsmanship and the treasures of the deep. Upon his forearm, a sleek raven perches with watchful eyes, its dark feathers gleaming like polished gemstones. The raven cocks its head, one way and then another, as though conveying balance and fairness. There s a message in its gaze, a command yet unspoken, a truth it carries from the coffers of long-lost kingdoms. As you reach out to touch the raven, a flurry of disparate images fight in the back of your mind for expression. Through the quick succession of flashes, you see Dirge. Dried vines and brecciated rock incorporated into one side of the encasement make for a weakness. The man says, "The time has come to forge a new path. Tell them. And hurry." The figure s stern countenance softens, revealing a flicker of paternal concern. The sound of jingling coins echoes briefly, leaving behind a sense of trust and hope. He and the raven vanish. Kethrai's vision: The air around you hums with a silent authority. Time slows and the air takes on a golden light. Everything goes silent. A matronly figure emerges, draped in the verdant hues of spring, her face tranquil and filled with a wealth of benevolence. Her flowing gowns shimmer like the first rays of morning, casting both warmth and comfort. By her side, a magnificent unicorn with soft eyes steps forward, its coat luminous with porcelain iridescence. There s a message in its gaze, a command yet unspoken, a truth it carries from the tenderness of motherhood. As you reach out to touch the unicorn, a flurry of disparate images fight in the back of your mind for expression. Through the quick succession of flashes, you see Dirge. Dried vines and brecciated rock incorporated into one side of the encasement make for a weakness. The woman gazes at you softly and says, "The encasement will subside. You must tell them. Hurry, now Heart Tender. Embrace your path." A soft luminescence intensifies for a moment, then gently fades, leaving behind a promise of healing and grace. She and the unicorn vanish, leaving behind a sense of profound peace and divine protection, as though the very essence of purity has embraced your soul. Nawains's vision: The sound of fluttering wings cascades around you, growing louder with each passing moment. Before you, the air stirs as a delicate butterfly appears, its iridescent wings shimmering with every hue of cerulean and lilac. It flutters slowly, gracefully, its silent flight speaking of profound wisdom and the endless cycle of life. As it dances upon the breeze, you feel a sense of growth unfurling in your heart, a quiet nudge toward reflection and understanding. The butterfly serenely floats across the area, landing on your arm. Suddenly, a flurry of disparate images fight in the back of your mind for expression. Through the quick succession of flashes, you see Dirge. Dried vines and brecciated rock incorporated into one side of the encasement make for a weakness. A lilting feminine voice echoes all around you, firmly stating, Keep true to the path you have chosen and to your new pack. You will keep them, and they will keep you. The time has come for a new chapter in this story, my Repentant. Tell them. And hurry. Several butterflies flutter and float along the breeze You lose sight of Enelne in the rabble. The swarm's wings leave dusky trails of sparkling golden light, and you are filled with a renewed sense of purpose and peace. Messaging from Dirge: The golden light atop the enclosure seems to build, and suddenly, lashes out and downward, slamming against the encasement! The vine wall shudders and slows momentarily! A voice roars "ENOUGH! You interlopers are a blight!" and you are momentarily overwhelmed with a foreign feeling of disgust. You cannot recall what the voice sounded like, though it echoes all around you. Suddenly, a company of drakes slams into the ground, and roaring in fury, begins to attack! An exposed section of the vine wall is suddenly raked by the golden light, and fades to a dull brown as it dies, falling to the ground in a thick coil, exposing a weakness in the enclosure! The golden light atop the enclosure roars with brilliance and rakes across the encasement! The light lashes out and downward, slamming against the encasement! The vine wall shudders and slows momentarily! The golden light atop the enclosure erupts with brilliance, shining through the inside of the encasement! The light burns the encasement, causing the vine wall to smolder as swaths of leaves scatter into ash and embedded stone chips and shatters! The golden light atop the enclosure screams with a keening howl, zigzagging across the encasement! The vine wall contorts oddly, rippling and bulging, the vines ripping and the embedded stone shattering! The golden light atop the enclosure flares, burning the encasement into ribbons! Masses of vine and stone fall to the ground and shatter! The dessicated vines begin to shatter, as large gouges are hacked throughout the length! The golden light rakes across the area, highlighting the drakes, as if marking them for divine retribution! The final drakes are defeated, an ominious crackle rips across the sky! The golden light dims slightly, as if gathering strength, and you are left with the impression of a great force taking a deep breath in anticipation... The golden light atop the spire erupts with a blinding fury, burning the vines and shattering the stone of the encasement! The light intensifies, and you throw your hands up to shield your eyes! Suddenly, you see Them, striding forward, heads held high. A serene woman in shimmering robes that radiate like the first rays of morning, riding atop a muscular cow. A craftsman clad in tools, a raven perched upon his shoulder, scrutinizing everything. An armored soldier, his visor closed though his eyes piercing and intent, a hissing mongoose scurrying at his feet. A beautiful woman, holding a sickle in one hand, her other placed on the shoulder of a magnificent unicorn. A butterfly flutters across the area, and explodes in a golden haze. As one, they blur, and erupt with golden light, vanishing. The encasement slows, the vines browning and fading to ash, the malleable stone crumbling to fine sand. The golden light expands in a radiant explosive shockwave, sweeping the encasement away and knocking you back! As the golden light fades, to the north you see the familiar trace through the lava fields. You feel a strong hand grasp your shoulder in encouragement, and then withdraw. A voice roars "You have learned nothing! You do not understand what it is you destroy!" and you are momentarily overwhelmed with a foreign feeling of fear. You cannot recall what the voice sounded like, though it echoes all around you. During the exchange, you could attack the vines. > look vine A section of the enclosure has fallen, the thick vine laying coiled nearby, outside the reach of the writhing wall. This vine appears damaged, dried and desiccated, embedded with clusters of brecciated rock. You are certain you could CUT it. > cut vine You grab a nearby axe, hefting it at the tangled vines! You are able to muster your strength and strike a more solid blow! Your axe lands a devastating strike against the vines, cutting a significant gouge into them with a satisfying *THUNK*. You discard the axe, preparing for another assault from the drakes. Roundtime: 30 sec.	Log courtesy of Ayrell
450-05-16 Sep 21, 2024	Following the reopening of Dirge, a loud voice is heard booming throughout the Arthelun Ruins area. A new, beefier version (source) of the Arthelun Cabalists invade Dirge, but are beaten back by adventurers. Expand for details. A loud horn blares, echoing throughout the ruins. Silence falls in its wake, and the few sounds of combat fade as combatants retreat. A slow and steady drum beats, echoing throughout the ruins. A voice booms throughout the ruins, "The MORTALS have defiled our home, AGAIN." The beating drum continues. A voice booms throughout the ruins, "They reach beyond what they should, and we suffer the consequences of their actions. NO MORE!" The beating drums immediately halt, and an eerie silence settles. A menacing voice screams into your thoughts, "We prepared for this long before your folly! No more shall you take our treasures so easily! We will not fall to your incursions so easily ever again!"	N/A

Liraxes Attends Overhealers Anonymous

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450-05-16 Sep 21, 2024	Liraxes states that the crystalline machine is necessary to address the threat to Balance, and that it will no longer be needed once the threat is resolved. It also requests that the group continue to use sorcerous casting, as it appears to be distracting the Heralds, and be ready to assist the Immortals when they are ready to act. It indicates that there will be further countermeasures from the Heralds, but the journey to Balance continues. Visit the Sorcery Messengers page for more info about this messenger and their interactions during this event.	Log posted to Discord, courtesy of Avrenka

Player Story: By Anuril

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450-05-20 Sep 22, 2024	Two figures reach the summit of a tree platform after a taxing climb. Kethrai kneels at a small shrine, quietly praying, while Anuril scans their surroundings, ensuring they are alone and safe after the chaos outside Dirge. After a moment of silence, they prepare for their next battle, casting spells with precision: Anuril manipulating the elements, while Kethrai fortifies himself, before exchanging a determined glance and beginning their descent together.	Full story on Discord

Player Event: Tracing Stolen Energy

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450-05-24 Sep 23, 2024	Avrenka leads an experiment to track energy being stolen and test theories about the Heralds. The plan involves Elementalists creating an Aether anomaly, casting pure magic while using Othersight to track energy, manipulating Aether if Heralds appear, and finally switching to sorcery. Despite their efforts, the group fails to create an anomaly or track energy with Othersight, leading Avrenka to conclude the night's experiment unsuccessful.	N/A

Player Story: The Price of Catching a Thief by Lupdels

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450-05-26 Sep 24, 2024	Lupdels is haunted by visions of the "Gosen Sansebel," a Hungry Gardener from Elanthia's past who consumed pure mana to the point of breaking aether barriers between planes. Researcher Valenal believes the mana of the Plane of Abiding is being drained by an external entity, potentially tied to this ancient Gardener, leading to dangerous instability in the mana system. Lupdels, reflecting on failed experiments to track the mana thief, considers the possibility that a surviving Gardener or similar entity is responsible, and prepares for further research using an unsettling gold tuner to attune himself to the mysterious mana streams.	Full story

Miraena at Dirge

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450-05-32 Sep 25, 2024	Miraena engages in a lengthy discussion about recent events, including the liberation of Dirge from its encasement and the ongoing conflict between the Heralds and Immortals. She also discusses the changing nature of Asildu. She seeks to understand the complex situation, while still maintaining her conviction in the Heralds' message. Visit the Sorcery Messengers page for more info about this messenger and their interactions during this event.	Log courtesy of Ayrell

The Immortals Stretch

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450-05-32 Sep 25, 2024	The Immortals call Allye, Kerennya, Khearkrash, Imroth, Parkons, Ruea, Urbaj, and Waydren to action at Knife Clan, where they confront Asildu. Asildu summons drakes before disappearing. Adventurers are called by the Immortals to spread their efforts between fighting drakes at Knife Clan in order to distract the Heralds, while also adjusting light beams at Wolf Clan and Tiger Clan on weak spots in the encasement. Eventually, the drakes are defeated and the light beams are successful in removing the encasements from Wolf Clan and Tiger Clan. During the event, Miraena assists with focusing the light beam at Wolf Clan, Unaka assists with fighting at Knife Clan, and Liraxes answered some questions at the crystalline device. Visit the Sorcery Messengers page for more info about this messenger and their interactions during this event. Expand for details. Allye's vision: The light around you flares with blinding authority. A radiant figure emerges, bathed in the golden hues of wheat, her face serene and filled with an endless well of compassion. Her long robes shimmer like the first rays of morning, casting warmth and comfort. By her side, a majestic cow with soft eyes steps forward, its coat glowing with auroral hues. There s a message in its gaze, a command yet unspoken, a truth it carries from the break of dawn. As you reach out to touch the cow, a flurry of disparate images fight in the back of your mind for expression. You see several things at once. A feint on Knife Clan to distract. You see yourself here first, watching the chaos unfold. You await a signal. The view changes. You see a set of scales, perfectly balanced: Tiger Clan on one side, Wolf Clan on the other. You see yourself on the side of Wolf Clan. Focused beams of holy light to lance the encasements, burning away vine and stone. The woman says, "The time has come, Cateress. Our chosen will toil mighty in their quest to return them to Us. Feed the lost, feed the hungry. Tell them. And hurry." The woman smiles and a warm glow intensifies for a moment, then dims, leaving behind a sense of peace and hope, the smell of warm bread lingers in the air. She and the cow vanish. Imroth's vision: A stalwart figure emerges, clothed in simple and rustic garments, his gaze ogrish but wholesome. By his side, a donkey with comically oversized teeth trots forward, its coat cast in donkey grey. There's a message in its gaze, a command yet unspoken, a request to make waffles in the morning. As you reach out to touch the donkey, a flurry of disparate images fight in the back of your mind for expression. You see several things at once. Four different chronicles, with a fifth being developed. The first is classic, a perfect twist of fairytale humor. The second builds on the greatness, more characters and more laughs. The third isn't very good, and the fourth is alright, but it's too late because the series already jumped the shark. You see yourself watching the chaos unfold. You await a signal. The view changes. You see a set of scales, perfectly balanced: Tiger Clan on one side, Wolf Clan on the other. You see yourself at home on the couch, mindlessly watching the dream works tale of a lovable ogre. The ogre smiles and a warm glow intensifies for a moment, then dims, leaving you with a renewed sense of strength and stamina, the smell of swamp lingers in the air. He and the donkey vanish. Kerennya's vision: The air around you hums with a silent authority. Time slows and the air takes on a golden light. Everything goes silent. The sound of crashing waves echoes around you, growing louder with each passing moment. A pool of unfathomably deep water collects at your feet. As you sink within the depths, the light grows dim, becoming but an ember above you. From the watery twilight, a lithe figure emerges, draped in the tangle of seaweed, coral, and algae, her face tranquil and filled with a wealth of wisdom. Accompanying her at one side, an pelagic dolphin with black eyes swims forward, its soft smooth skin rigid and awash with blue-grey tones. There s a message in its gaze, a command yet unspoken, a truth it carries from deepest dark. As you reach out to touch the dolphin, a flurry of disparate images fight in the back of your mind for expression. You see several things at once. A feint on Knife Clan to distract. You see yourself here first, watching the chaos unfold. You await a signal. The view changes. You see a set of scales, perfectly balanced: Tiger Clan on one side, Wolf Clan on the other. You see yourself on the side of Tiger Clan. Focused beams of holy light to lance the encasements, burning away vine and stone. The woman gazes at you knowingly and says, "The woman gazes at you knowingly and says, "The time has come for your voice to be heard. We will crash upon the encasement as the sea crashes on the ocean cliff, and tear it down. You must tell them. Hurry now, my Wavedancer." A blinding luminescence intensifies with vicious speed, the waters engulfing you recede, leaving behind a promise of healing and grace. The woman and the dolphin vanish. Though gasping for breath, you feel as though the very essence of purity has embraced your soul. Khearkrash's vision: The air around you takes on the scent of decay. You suddenly feel terrified as though eyed by authority itself. Time slows and the air takes on a dark golden light. Everything goes silent as the grave. A ghostly, faceless figure stands before you, his countenance obscured by a countless number of screams, each one changing into the next in a ceaseless parade of agony. This presence is marked by the scent of death, a testament to his dominion over the last moments of life itself. Upon his shoulder, a vulture perches with watchful eyes, its dark feathers mangled and unkept. There s a message in its gaze, a command yet unspoken, a truth it carries from the coffers of long lost kingdoms. The vulture cocks its head and locks eyes with you and suddenly a flurry of disparate images fight in the back of your mind for expression. You see several things at once. A feint on Knife Clan to distract. You see yourself here first, watching the chaos unfold. You await a signal. The view changes. You see a set of scales, perfectly balanced: Tiger Clan on one side, Wolf Clan on the other. You see yourself on the side of Tiger Clan. A mischievous masculine voice echoes all around you, stating wryly, "In time, I will come for even you, Paladin. Vanquish this encasement in my name. Tell them how and do not delay." The figure swiftly grows pale, becoming translucent as the last scream across his face twists into a wry, tricker's grin. The figure and the vulture vanish. As you regain your resolve, you feel as though the very essence of pain has embraced your soul. Ruea's vision: The shadows darken swiftly and rumble with authority. The sound of a low, grumbling growl emanates from the darkness. Time slows and the air takes on a golden light. Everything goes silent. Before you, the shadows slink with a calculating motion. From the dark, an inky black panther stalks towards you. Its ebony fur reflects but a glint of light, creating a sheen that cascades across its body with graceful motion. Though unnaturally silent, there s a message in its gaze, a command yet unspoken, a truth it carries from the lessons of the dark. You feel a sense of growth unfurling in your heart, a quiet nudge toward reflection and understanding. As your gaze locks with the panther's, a flurry of disparate images suddenly fight for expression at the back of your mind. You see several things at once. A feint on Knife Clan to distract. You see yourself here first, watching the chaos unfold. You await a signal. The view changes. You see a set of scales, perfectly balanced: Tiger Clan on one side, Wolf Clan on the other. You see yourself on the side of Wolf Clan. Focused beams of holy light to lance the encasements, burning away vine and stone. A masculine voice echoes all around you, enticingly stating, "The time has not yet come for Our children to sleep. Sing them the song of unity and cooperation. Tell them. And hurry." As the shadows recede, the panther vanishes leaving the scent of dusk berry on the air. The melody of an old forest song is still repeating in your mind, just on the edge of your memory. You are struck with a renewed sense of purpose and peace. Urbaj's vision: A figure emerges, his presence marked by the scent of earth and metal, a testament to his dominion over craftsmanship and the treasures of the deep. Upon his forearm, a sleek raven perches with watchful eyes, its dark feathers gleaming like polished gemstones. The raven cocks its head, one way and then another, as though conveying balance and fairness. There's a message in its gaze, a command yet unspoken, a truth it carries from the annals of divine law. As you reach out to touch the raven, a flurry of disparate images fight in the back of your mind for expression. You see several things at once. A feint on Knife Clan to distract. You see yourself here first, watching the chaos unfold. You await a signal. The view changes. You see a set of scales, perfectly balanced: Tiger Clan on one side, Wolf Clan on the other. You see yourself on the side of Tiger Clan. Focused beams of holy light to lance the encasements, burning away vine and stone. The man says, "The time has come to account for these lawless swindlers, abiding by no contract, beholden to no fair trade. Tell them. And hurry." The figure's stern countenance softens, revealing a flicker of paternal care and concern. The sound of jingling coins echoes briefly, leaving behind a sense of trust and hope. He and the raven vanish. Waydren's vision: The air around you hums with a silent authority. A matronly figure emerges, draped in the verdant hues of spring, her face tranquil and filled with a wealth of benevolence. Her flowing gowns shimmer like the first rays of morning, casting both warmth and comfort. By her side, a magnificent unicorn with soft eyes steps forward, its coat luminous with porcelain iridescence. There s a message in its gaze, a command yet unspoken, a truth it carries from the tenderness of motherhood. As you reach out to touch the unicorn, a flurry of disparate images fight in the back of your mind for expression. You see several things at once. A feint on Knife Clan to distract. You see yourself here first, watching the chaos unfold. You await a signal. The view changes. You see a set of scales, perfectly balanced: Tiger Clan on one side, Wolf Clan on the other. You see yourself on the side of Wolf Clan. Focused beams of holy light to lance the encasements, burning away vine and stone. The woman gazes at you softly and says, "Your noble attempts at restoration are a valued exercise and healing will come, when We choose. Some scars serve as reminders. Tell them. And hurry." A soft luminescence intensifies for a moment, then gently fades, leaving behind a promise of renewal and grace. She and the unicorn vanish leaving behind a sense of profound peace and divine protection, as though the very root of nature has embraced your soul.	Log courtesy of Ayrell

Player Story: Sorcerous Supplication by Yvela

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450-05-36 Sep 26, 2024	Yvela walks through the lantern-lit paths of her home in Zaldi Taipa, finding relief in the night air and comfort in the sounds of livestock and dogs, a reminder that her home has been spared the disaster that befell the northern Clans. As she reflects by a small creek, guilt surfaces from her past decisions, particularly her rejection of a pledge symbolized by a blue iris, though her sense of purpose and loyalty to Meraud fills her with resolve. She recklessly casts a sorcerous spell, feeling a mix of energy, exhaustion, and divine purpose, preparing to try again despite the mental toll.	Full story on Discord

Player Story: By Daerlynn

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450-05-36 Sep 26, 2024	Daerlynn reflects on recent events and realizes her certainty about the Heralds' role has faded amidst too many unknowns. Still holding faith in the Immortals, she revises her song "The Freeing of Dirge," removing mentions of the Heralds and focusing on the bravery of Elanthian heroes. Now committed to this new approach, she begins writing part two of her series, "The Immortals Walk Among Us."	Full story on Discord

Player Story: By Avrenka

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450-05-40 Sep 27, 2024	Avrenka, recalling his first vigil and vision from Meraud, cleans a dusty altar and reflects on his evolving understanding of the Immortals. Once skeptical about their influence, he now acknowledges their power after experiencing a recent vision from Rutilor. After offering a freshly forged blade in gratitude for Dirge's freedom, a blinding light transforms it into a glowing orb, which Avrenka charges with his energy before departing, vowing to repay his debts.	Full story on Discord

Player Story: By Khearkrash

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450-06-04 Sep 28, 2024	Khearkrash, weary from his years of devotion and recent battles, limps through his manor, removing his plate and placing his weapons aside as he faces the toll of his unhealed scars. Reflecting on his service to protect Elanthians, he retrieves a cane to lean on, muttering about needing a proper weapon rack. Settling at his desk, he begins writing a piece titled "Conviction and Soul: Pain and Sacrifice of Making a Stand", revealing the depth of his struggles and dedication.	Full story on Discord

The Immortals Act

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449-06-08 Sep 29, 2024	The Immortals send individualized visions to Aaiyaah, Eyst, Maintain, Shaylynne, and Tirost, calling them to Knife Clan. Adventurers, joined by Miraena and Unaka, cast sorcery and interact with a sorcerous mass that requires repeated interventions to maintain stability. The mass evolves throughout the encounter, from bolus to mass to orb to globe. The Immortals encourage adventurers to continue their efforts. The event culminates in a series of destructive light beams that shatter the Knife Clan encasement, followed by a thunderous explosion that alters the sky itself, causing stars to vanish and three Heralds to materialize in the heavens. At the end of the encounter, one of the missing adventurers, Dantia, makes a sudden return. Visit the Sorcery Messengers page for more info about this messenger and their interactions during this event. Expand for details. Aaiyaah's vision: A beam of golden light suddenly bathes Aaiyaah. They blink as their gaze focuses on a specific point. You turn to see, but can't spot what they are looking at. The air around you hums with a silent authority. Time slows, and the air takes on a golden light. Everything goes silent. A stalwart figure emerges, clothed in simple and rustic garments, his gaze paternal and stern. By his side, an enormous ox with rigid eyes lumbers forward, its coat cast with tawny hues. There's a message in its gaze, a command yet unspoken, a truth it carries from the lessons of hard-won battles. As you reach out to touch the ox, a flurry of disparate images fight in the back of your mind for expression. Through the quick succession of flashes you see Knife Clan encasement, great siege weapons, drakes plummeting from the sky, and a glimmer of golden light waning at the top of the spire. The man says, "We call on you now to serve. Mixed magic is the key. Stand before the last encasement and cast all that you can, for we will forge a salvo that is anathema to them, and free Knife Clan. Guide Our children. Tell them what must be done. Hurry." The man smiles and a warm glow intensifies for a moment, then dims, leaving you with a renewed sense of strength and stamina. The smell of tobacco lingers in the air. He and the ox vanish. Eyst's vision: A beam of golden light suddenly bathes Eyst. They blink as their gaze focuses on a specific point. You turn to see, but can't spot what they are looking at. The air around you hums with a silent authority. Time stops, and there is nothing but agony. The air around you feels suddenly burdensome as though many eyes gaze upon you in authoritative judgment. A snarl echoes across your mind, and you are battered by the significance of Their rage, their disappointment, their... yearning for your return. A cadre of voices hiss in your ear, full of malice and contempt, understanding and empathy, strength and honesty. Making out any specific words or phrases is impossible, yet a message still lives in the madness. A command yet unspoken, a truth carried from the complex order of divine law. You feel guilty. Your ritual knife rings, as if struck by an unseen force. A flurry of disparate images fight in the back of your mind for expression. Through the quick succession of flashes you see the last encasement. As the voices subside, you are overcome by a sense of deficiency. Still, strangely, you feel full of purpose and urgency. Maintain's vision: A beam of golden light suddenly bathes Maintain. They blink as their gaze focuses on a specific point. You turn to see, but can't spot what they are looking at. The air around you hums with a silent authority. Time slows, and the air takes on a golden light. Everything goes silent. A cloaked figure steps forward, his black marbled staff crackling with a silvery energy. Beneath a deep hood, you're unable to make out his face, only the glint of hidden eyes. Upon his shoulder perches an owl, its watchful eyes fixed on you. There's a message in its gaze, a command yet unspoken, a truth it carries from eons of foreknowledge. Entranced by the owl's gaze, a flurry of disparate images fight in the back of your mind for expression. Through the quick succession of flashes you see Knife Clan encasement, an unbalanced equation, drakes plummeting from the sky, and a glimmer of golden light waning at the top of the spire. The figure says, "Humble one. Mixed magic is the key. Stand before the last encasement and cast all that you can, for we will forge a salvo that is anathema to them, and free Knife Clan. Tell them. And hurry." The figure holds out his staff towards you. Instinctively, you reach out to grasp it, only to be bewildered by a battery of lightning. A golden-silver haze suffuses the area and you are left with a distinct feeling of wisdom and of knowledge you barely recall consuming. He and the owl vanish. Shaylynne's vision: A beam of golden light suddenly bathes Shaylynne. They blink as their gaze focuses on a specific point. You turn to see, but can't spot what they are looking at. The ground around you seems to tremble with a silent authority. Time slows, and the air takes on a golden light. Everything goes silent. Before you stands a towering figure, wrapped in the scent of blood and iron, with eyes burning with battle-fueled rage. At his side, a massive reddish-gold boar snarls, its face twisted in a scream of unrelenting fury. Razor-sharp tusks gleam in the dim light, bared ferociously at some unseen foe. Yet, for all its ferocity, the boar's presence carries an unexpected comfort, a promise of unyielding strength in the face of any storm. As you reach out to touch the boar, a flurry of disparate images fight in the back of your mind for expression. Through the quick succession of flashes you see the Knife Clan encasement, a patch of withering blue irises beset, and a glimmer of golden light waning at the top of the spire. The towering figure says, "The time has come to blaze a new trail. Mixed magic is the key. Stand before the last encasement and cast all that you can, for we will forge a salvo that is anathema to them, and free Knife Clan. Tell them. And hurry." The figure slams his spear into the ground, and a golden-silver haze suffuses the area, fading with starlight crackles. The boar lets out a final, ear-splitting snort, echoing with battle cries, as He and boar vanish. The scent of iron and blood fades, replaced by the deafening silence of an empty battlefield. Tirost's vision: A beam of golden light suddenly bathes Tirost. They blink as their gaze focuses on a specific point. You turn to see, but can't spot what they are looking at. A figure cloaked in the deepest black steps forward, his tall staff crackling with barely contained power. Beneath a deep hood, no face can be seen, only the glint of hidden eyes. A low growl rumbles through the stillness as a massive black wolf pads to his side, its eyes fixed on you. Its tail wags slowly, not out of joy, but as if beckoning you closer. There's a message in its gaze, a command yet unspoken, a truth it carries from the darkened depths. As you reach out to touch the wolf, a flurry of disparate images fight in the back of your mind for expression. Through the quick succession of flashes you see Knife Clan encasement, a patch of dry, brittle vine set aflame, and glimmer of golden light waning at the top of the spire. The man says, "Mixed magic is the key. Stand before the last encasement and cast all that you can, for we will forge a salvo that is anathema to them, and free Knife Clan. Tell them. And hurry. Lymira needs you." The man slams his staff into the ground, and a golden-silver haze suffuses the area, fading with starlight crackles. He and the wolf vanish and you are left with a distinct feeling of purpose, filled with a knowledge you barely recall consuming. Events at Knife Clan: Time slows and the air takes on a golden light. A hooded figure swathed in black robes appears before you, and with a dramatic flourish, begins preparing a spell, pulling streams of mana from all around. Clasping his hands together, he draws out a region of twisted space and writhing power, and exhales a golden haze into his cupped hands. Releasing the bolus of mixed mana, the figure steps back and gestures with one hand, as if inviting you to take charge. A large black wolf steps from behind the figure, and panting happily, begins to bark, and you hear "That is the seed. Nurture it with mixed mana casting, and see that it grows. They will not like what it becomes." The figure and the wolf suddenly vanish, though the bolus remains. A voice roars, "This again, always with this experiment. You wallow in this filth!", and you are momentarily overwhelmed with a foreign feeling of revulsion. You cannot recall what the voice sounded like, though it echoes all around you. Madigan points at a stabilized sorcerous bolus. A gentle voice plays across the area, "My child, onward, you must continue to prepare the salvo." A black wolf runs across your field of view, leaping high and barking excitedly! You feel encouraged to continue mixing mana! A static fills the air as an owl perches atop a branch of a nearby tree. A piercing glow is visible in its eyes, and it watches your efforts with interest. After a moment, it takes to the air, flying to the north of the overgrowth. A raccoon darts through the trees, chittering in your direction as if attempting to encourage you. A majestic black crow settles at the edge of the clearing, its obsidian feathers gleaming. It gives a single caw of encouragement, before flying away. You glimpse a gentle cow grazing in the clearing, its placid eyes reflecting a divine radiance, as if encouraging a calm sense of purpose. It wanders into the forest, before disappearing. A wild surge of mana swirls around the bolus, snapping with no-color flashes and a dull rumble! The bolus suddenly jitters weirdly, long tendrils whipping against the confines of the golden haze! You should probably do something about that! A gentle voice plays across the area, "Quickly my child, stabilize the munition!" >look bolus A disorienting amorphous blob of mana floating several feet off the ground, the sorcerous bolus jitters wildly and lashes against its holy containment! As a veritable rainbow of colors and forms drift within the growing mass, sparks and flashes of no-color surge in headache-inducing spikes and whorls, dripping a glowing material which evaporates before it hits the ground. You believe you could STUDY it to learn more. >study bolus You believe you could NUDGE the bolus to help keep it contained, though it appears to be relatively stable right now. Even so, the bolus is doing all kinds of strange things, though is more or less contained by the golden haze. Roundtime: 10 sec. >nudge bolus You try and gently nudge the bolus, pushing back deeper within the golden haze. After a moment, the bolus seems a bit more centered. The bolus crackles wildly! A series of no-color flashes make you blink uncomfortably! A gentle voice plays across the area, "Good work my child, it is stabilized. Now, continue preparations! Mix the mana streams!" Coiling at the foot of a tree, an adder watches you intently, as if fascinated by your acts. A tiny creature, no larger than a child's fist, peers out from a burrow hidden beneath the tangled roots. Its fur is the color of the forest floor, and its eyes sparkle with an intelligence far beyond its size. With a squeak, its tiny paws gesture as if to mimic casting a spell. Then, with a flick of its tail, it disappears back into the darkness, leaving only a faint trail of dust in its wake. A sleek panther emerges from the shadows, its eyes glowing with an ethereal light. Its graceful, dreamlike movements carry it along the periphery of the clearing, and it watches you, satisfied by your use of mana. A flash of white amidst the forest catches your eye. For a moment, you see a majestic unicorn, its horn shimmering with a celestial light. You turn to get a better look, but it is gone, leaving behind only the faint scent of wildflowers. A lone wolf emerges from the woods, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly intensity. It stares at you for a moment before rearing its head back, echoing a howl that serves as a call to continue casting. Satisfied, it returns to the tree line, before disappearing. A wild surge of mana swirls around the mass, snapping with no-color flashes and a loud rumble! The mass suddenly vibrates intensely, long tendrils whipping against the confines of the golden haze! You should probably do something about that! Roundtime: 5 sec. An urgent voice plays across the area, "Quickly my child, again, stabilize the munition!" >study bolus (OOC note: the interactable object noun was still BOLUS despite now being a MASS) You believe you could NUDGE the mass to help keep it contained, though it appears to be relatively stable right now. Even so, it is doing all kinds of strange things, though it is more or less contained by the golden haze. Roundtime: 10 sec. > nudge bolus You try and gently nudge the mass, pushing back deeper within the golden haze. After a moment, the mass seems a bit more centered. The mass snarls and emits a highpitched whine! The mass roars as no-color flames lick across its faces! A gentle voice plays across the area, "Good work my child, it is stabilized. Now, continue preparations!" The sorcerous orb pulses oddly, expanding and contracting as if breathing! You catch a glimpse of a raven perched on a gnarled branch, its obsidian eyes fixed on the chaos below. In its beak, it holds a shimmering bauble inscribed with runes. With a croak that echoes through the ancient forest, the raven drops the bauble at its feet, screeching: "Vergae mag vergae galdrur!" Flapping its wings, the raven soars closer to the fray, its beady eyes filled with a knowing glint. A voice roars, "You wallow in the mud and this leads to nothing. Why do you persist?", and you are momentarily overwhelmed with a foreign feeling of revulsion. You cannot recall what the voice sounded like, though it echoes all around you. A voice roars, "Vile, absolutely vile.", and you are momentarily overwhelmed with a foreign feeling of revulsion. You cannot recall what the voice sounded like, though it echoes all around you. A sleek panther emerges from the shadows, its eyes glowing with an ethereal light. Its graceful, dreamlike movements carry it along the periphery of the clearing, and it watches you, satisfied by your use of mana. A wild surge of mana swirls around the mass, snapping with no-color flashes and a loud rumble! A voice roars, "Look at that horrific creation. Absolutely disgusting.", and you are momentarily overwhelmed with a foreign feeling of revulsion. You cannot recall what the voice sounded like, though it echoes all around you. The orb suddenly vibrates intensely, long tendrils whipping against the confines of the golden haze! You should probably do something about that! An urgent voice plays across the area, "Quickly my child, again, stabilize the munition!" >look bolus (OOC note: the interactable object noun was still BOLUS despite now being an ORB) A disorienting amorphous blob of mana floating several feet off the ground, the sorcerous orb appears stabilized within a haze of golden light. As a veritable rainbow of colors and forms drift within the growing mass, sparks and flashes of no-color surge in headache-inducing spikes and whorls, dripping a glowing material which sizzles and evaporates moments after it hits the ground. You believe you could STUDY it to learn more. >study bolus You believe you could NUDGE the orb to help keep it contained, though it appears to be relatively stable right now. Even so, it is doing all kinds of strange things, though it is more or less contained by the golden haze. Roundtime: 10 sec. >nudge bolus You try and gently nudge the orb, pushing back deeper within the golden haze. After a moment, the orb seems a bit more centered. Roundtime: 5 sec. Roaring no-color flames burn the ground around the orb! A flash of white amidst the forest catches your eye. For a moment, you see a majestic unicorn, its horn shimmering with a celestial light. You turn to get a better look, but it is gone, leaving behind only the faint scent of wildflowers. A tiny creature, no larger than a child's fist, peers out from a burrow hidden beneath the tangled roots. Its fur is the color of the forest floor, and its eyes sparkle with an intelligence far beyond its size. With a squeak, its tiny paws gesture as if to mimic casting a spell. Then, with a flick of its tail, it disappears back into the darkness, leaving only a faint trail of dust in its wake. You glimpse a gentle cow grazing in the clearing, its placid eyes reflecting a divine radiance, as if encouraging a calm sense of purpose. It wanders into the forest, before disappearing. The orb involutes wildly, forming into a twisted toroid! The structure twists, and twists, and twists, and finally collapses back into an orb. A static fills the air as an owl perches atop a branch of a nearby tree. A piercing glow is visible in its eyes, and it watches your efforts with interest. After a moment, it takes to the air, flying to the north of the overgrowth. You catch a glimpse of a vibrant butterfly flitting through a field of wildflowers, its wings shimmering with iridescent colors. The butterfly hovers momentarily in front of you, and as it does so, a gentle breeze carries a sweet, intoxicating scent. It flutters gently away. A gentle voice plays across the area, "Good work my child, it is stabilized. Now, continue preparations!" You see a badger emerging from its burrow, its fur matted with dirt and its eyes filled with a wise, knowing look of approval. It burrows quietly back into the ground. A scorpion stands at the center of the forest clearing, its venomous tail raised high. Its eyes glow with an otherworldly light, and its body seems to shimmer with a red aura. A determined voice plays across the area, "Well done everyone. They are not prepared for what comes next." The globe begins to vibrate wildly, jittering back and forth! Lances of energy erupt from around the globe, tearing the air and burning the ground! The golden haze thickens, containing the globe! Suddenly, you see Them, striding forward, heads held high. A kindly man garbed in simple attire, wearing well-worn work gloves and muddy boots, one hand placed on the shoulder of a massive ox. A man holding a black staff crackling with lightning stands with a regal owl perched atop his shoulder. A figure wrapped in a black cloak, one hand scratching the ears of a snarling wolf. A wild man with bright red hair, roaring proudly as he stamps a spear into the ground, his other hand guiding a massive boar by one of its sharpened tusks. A serene woman, half her face covered by a flowing shawl, smiling gently. She holds one hand before her, a tiny nightingale perched on her index finger. They raise their hands as one, and disappear in a haze of golden light! The crackling sorcerous globe roars with no-color light, and the golden haze containing it thickens and spirals inward! In a fraction of a moment, the entire globe collapses into a pinpoint, and vanishes entirely! A voice sputters, "How... dare...", and then trails off in choking revulsion. You cannot recall what the voice sounded like, though it echoes all around you. Several things happen at once. Several beams of holy light rake across the encasement, burning vine and shattering stone! The beams continue their destruction of the encasement, leaves burning to ash and scattering in the wind! Focusing around a single large stone, the beams concentrate their fire, and a large section of the encasement explodes! With a final massive pulse of energy, the beams slice across the base of the encasement, leaving unblemished land in their wake! A thundrous explosion knocks you back! You find yourself... A voice roars, "No. Unacceptable. You flaunt this toxicity, your pollution. Enough! ENOUGH!", and you are momentarily overwhelmed with a foreign feeling of disgust. You cannot recall what the voice sounded like, though it echoes all around you. The sky seems to flicker oddly. (Moon Mages Only) Something is wrong. The stars begin to vanish one after another, each pinpoint of light disappearing with metronomic precision, one, after, another. (Moon Mages Only) An indescribably jarring rend steals your breath, and the stars begin to scream. Steadily, with metronomic precision, they go silent, one, after, another, the Wolf, the Raven, the Unicorn, the Panther, the Boar, the Cobra, the Dolphin, the Cat, the Wren, the Lion, the Ram, the Ox, and finally, the elusive Scorpion. You watch three looming figures materialize in the heavens above, staring down with obvious malice. (Moon Mages Only) Suddenly, there is a new presence, an ancient will allowing itself to be seen, to be felt. And They rise, higher and higher, all around, scaring away the horrors that exist between, that exist without, They stomp with heavy feet and snarling malice. The sky is Theirs. Fate was always Theirs. Now, when you observe sky, you see three Heralds (Kirmhara, Elide, and Issendar) peering down at you (if the sky is clear). There are also no stars. > observe sky You glance up at the sky. It's quite cloudy and a bit muggy. The following heavenly bodies are visible: Over half of the dawn sun is obscured by clouds. The planet Durgaulda is unobscured by clouds. Over half of the planet Yoakena is obscured by clouds. The planet Szeldia is unobscured by clouds. Over half of the planet Dawgolesh is obscured by clouds. The Herald Kirmhara is unobscured by clouds. All but the smallest bit of the Herald Elide is obscured by clouds. Most of the Herald Issendar is obscured from view. Katamba is below the horizon. Xibar is below the horizon. Yavash is below the horizon. Roundtime: 5 sec.	Log courtesy of Ayrell

Player Story: By Jundara

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450-06-16 Oct 1, 2024	Jundara nervously paces, filled with confusion and anxiety, while seeking reassurance from Nevali, who listens with quiet support. Troubled by the sudden shift in magical practices, where sorcery -- painful and dangerous to use -- has become necessary, she feels the weight of fear and anger growing among people, reminiscent of dark times from the past. With Nevali's encouragement, Jundara resolves to gather everyone and share what they know, channeling her determination into writing a letter to rally their community.	Full story on Discord

Player Letter: Jundara to the Elders and Members of the Hubs and Pride

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450-06-16 Oct 1, 2024	Jundara expresses her deep concern about the growing use of sorcery, even necromancy, in the battle against the Heralds, encouraged by the Kemorian Immortals. Though she has remained committed to using pure magic, she is troubled by the number of people, including her own, who have embraced this dangerous path. She calls upon her fellow Prydaen to gather in the Meadow, offering prayers to Eu-Demrris-Tenemlor for guidance and inviting others to join her in seeking truth and wisdom during these troubling times.	Full letter on Discord

Player Story: By Valynn

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450-06-16 Oct 1, 2024	Valynn prepares for a journey, packing her belongings while her black cat, Jack, playfully disrupts her. As she reassures him that she will return but cannot take him along due to the potential dangers, her thoughts are clouded by unfulfilled promises, missed opportunities, and a deep emotional pain she cannot heal. Before leaving, she removes a silver teardrop earring -- symbolic of a past relationship -- and, after a moment of reflection, steps out of the treehouse with her pack, ready to face what lies ahead.	Full story on Discord

Player Story: By Daerlynn

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450-06-16 Oct 1, 2024	Daerlynn kneels awkwardly before the altar, addressing Faenella with hesitation, reflecting on how seeing other Immortals has changed her perspective on devotion. Acknowledging the long time since her last visit and offering what she considers her greatest gift, her song, she plays her cittern and sings a heartfelt melody, expressing her loyalty as a Bard and minstrel. After finishing her song, she quietly leaves, feeling the weight of her offering and hoping for Faenella's acceptance despite her flaws.	Full story on Discord

Player Story: By Gwenddolyn

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450-06-20 Oct 2, 2024	Gwenddolyn reflects on the deceptions surrounding Miraena and Asildu, convinced they are still manipulating others for the Heralds. She suspects that the imprisoned Gardener is Lanival, a powerful figure punished for using sorcery, and fears a looming world war with multiple entities attacking. Amidst growing unrest and unanswered questions, she sends a letter to trusted allies, seeking the full truth before it's too late.	Full story on Discord

Player Story: The Sound of Return by Dantia

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450-06-20 Oct 2, 2024	After nearly seven months in stasis, Dantia is abruptly thrust back into the chaotic world, overwhelmed by the sensory onslaught of sound and movement. Unable to process the flood of stimuli, she finds solace in the familiar presence of her betrothed, Madigan, who gently guides her away from the chaos and into a quiet sanctuary. In the days that follow, Dantia struggles to readjust, her sense of time distorted, while Madigan patiently cares for her, allowing her the space to heal at her own pace.	Full story

Player Event: Moment of Silence

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450-06-20 Oct 2, 2024	Various speakers, including Unaka, express gratitude for the community and the role of the Immortals in the ongoing fight with the Heralds. Visit the Sorcery Messengers page for more info about this messenger and their interactions during this event.	Log courtesy of Ayrell

Player Story: By Katriwen

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450-06-20 Oct 2, 2024	Katriwen reflects on the complex changes in Elanthia, questioning the nature of the Immortals and Heralds as she contemplates visions of the planet's ancient origins. She wonders about the Immortals' true motives and her role in the ongoing struggle, contrasting her childhood faith in Glythtide’s protection with the darker forces she now aligns with, like Meraud and Damaris. She acknowledges the transformation she has undergone, from a joyful Olvi girl to a seasoned warrior and seeker of arcane knowledge, determined to uncover the truth.	Full story on Discord

Player Event: Hunting for the Truth

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450-06-20 Oct 2, 2024	A group gathers for a Prydaen ceremony led by Jundara, where participants offer prayers and reflections to Eu-Demrris-Tenemlor. The gathering experiences a powerful shared vision of nature, a woman, and cycles of life, which sparks a discussion about its meaning, with some seeing it as a message from Eu. Expand for details. Time slows and the air takes on a verdant green light. Your vision blurs a moment, and when you blink, you find yourself looking at a forest clearing redolent with tiny flowers, each with three rounded petals opening toward the sun. A river twists in the distance, and for a moment you think you see it turning back on itself in an endless loop. Time speeds, and you see the sun ride through the sky overhead, disappear into sunset, and then rise once more. You blink again and find the vision has faded. \ A palpable serenity fills the air, and the breeze appears to carry distinct words that seem to echo in song: "Take your rest, but don't stay long." The breeze picks up to a howling wind that comes from the west. You are struck once more by a vision. This time, your view suddenly expands, and time speeds further than before -- you view the movements of tribes, and the rise and fall of Hubs. You see the endless cycle of hunting and the birth of new prey. Eventually, your view comes to rest on the crest of a great plateau, a Prydaen woman standing there. When she turns to look at you, you see that she is ancient, grey and silver shot through otherwise dark fur. She holds your gaze for a long moment, as if appraising, then gives you a nod, the faint hint of a smile on her face. Her tail floats tranquilly as she turns away again, and the vision ends. You are filled with a feeling of peace.	Log courtesy of Ayrell

Player Event: To Dream a Dream

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450-06-20 Oct 2, 2024	Avrenka gathers adventurers to pray and provide offerings to Rutilor. Those gathered have a vision of a mongoose, representing Rutilor's role as a defender and source of strength. Miraena, seeking forgiveness for past mistakes, receives a personal visitation from the mongoose, which nuzzles her hand and briefly rests on her shoulder before vanishing in a golden light, signifying Rutilor's acceptance and blessing. Visit the Sorcery Messengers page for more info about this messenger and their interactions during this event. Expand for details. Time slows and the air takes on a golden light. Your vision blurs, and when you blink, you see an encampment of mainly Humans and Gor'Togs, looking grateful as they pack up their things. A mongoose darts among them, carrying a writhing vine in its jaws. The commonfolk pay it no mind, but as it passes by some of the armored guards on the outskirts, they stand up straighter, their eyes determined, their demeanor shifting toward strength and pride. The mongoose snaps its head back and forth wildly, tearing the vine to shreds. A gentle golden haze overtakes your sight, and when you blink, the vision has cleared. A sleek mongoose darts across your field of vision, suddenly stopping to sit up straight on its back legs, an air of nobility around it. It lowers back onto its forelegs and slowly approaches the crowd, weaving through members, until it comes to rest in front of Miraena. Suddenly, it shoots off again, rushing behind her and disappearing. The spry mongoose returns, and Miraena kneels down before it, one hand outstretched. The small creature sits again and regards her, then slowly approaches and nuzzles her hand, suddenly dashing up one arm to come to rest on her shoulder. She stands and finds herself laughing at the surprise, but before she can react further, it vanishes in a haze of golden light, disappearing.	Log courtesy of Ayrell

Player Letter: From Gwenddolyn

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450-06-20 Oct 2, 2024	Gwenddolyn contemplates the partial truths she has uncovered. She remains deeply suspicious of Miraena, believing her to be gaslighting everyone for the Heralds, and is convinced that Lanival, imprisoned and punished by the Heralds, is a key figure in the unfolding events. She also views Dantia's behavior since return strange. Amidst the "looming threat of war", she sends a letter to those she trusts, hoping for the return of their Redeemer before it is too late.	Full letter on Discord

Inky Blur of Motion in the Sky

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450-06-24 Oct 4, 2024	Something catches your eye above. A strange sensation skitters across your prophetic senses, leaving tiny stained impressions that waver like smoke before dissipating. Oddly, you find yourself relaxing. >obs movement in sky You scan the skies for a few moments. The subtle movement is unobscured by clouds. Flitting across the horizon, the elusive body appears as little more than an inky black blur of motion keeping out of view of the looming Heralds. A slight trail of smoke billows in its wake, and you are left with the impression that it is growing. You cannot be certain, but there is something familiar and comforting about this entity.	N/A

Player Event: Zoluren Community Forum

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450-06-32 Oct 5, 2024	Dantia makes her first public appearance since escaping from imprisonment. Despite being tired and still adjusting to being back to the normal world, she recounted what she could remember about her imprisonment. She is adamant that it is the Heralds that held her captive.	Summary courtesy of Illiya

Player Event: Stargazing on a Starless Night

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450-06-36 Oct 6, 2024	Adventurers gather to discuss recent celestial events, particularly the disappearance of stars and the appearance of Heralds in the sky. Urbaj hosts the meeting and invites Liraxes to share insights on the current situation. The participants engage in discussions about the relationship between stars and Immortals, the nature of the distortion in the sky, and potential actions to counter the Heralds' influence. Visit the Sorcery Messengers page for more info about this messenger and their interactions during this event.	Log courtesy of Ayrell

Weaving Scorpion in the Sky

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450-07-04 Oct 8, 2024	>obs scorpion You scan the skies for a few moments. The weaving scorpion is unobscured by clouds. Darting out of view, hiding below the horizon or behind the looming Heralds, the scorpion appears to hover just at the edge of your sight, visible by an oily streak of inky black smoke in your peripheral glance. You are left with the impression that it is preparing something. You see nothing else of note.	N/A

Player Story: By Zynell

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450-07-12 Oct 10, 2024	Zynell, filled with regret over the fate of Clerics who sought power despite her warnings, reflects on the burden they've suffered from dealing with a dangerous Godling. Determined to prevent further harm, she pens a letter addressing the failure of the Temple to guide Clerics away from "blasphemous" spells and calls for change. In the letter, posted across Crossing, she urges the realm to demand that the Temple work with traditional Rakash and Prydaen elders to align Clerics' souls, avoiding the use of the Godling and preventing future calamities.	Full story on Discord

The Approaching Champions

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450-07-20 Oct 12, 2024	>obs scorpion You scan the skies for a few moments. The weaving scorpion is unobscured by clouds. Standing half as tall as the looming Heralds, the scorpion continues to dart side to side, skirting behind their massive forms. Working its claws and tail against the backdrop of the sky as if preparing something, the scorpion weaves around the horizon dispearing and reappearing in new locations. Inky black smoke trails its every movement, and a field of faint stars drips from its wicked stinger. >obs champions You scan the skies for a few moments. The approaching champions is unobscured by clouds. Miniscule on the horizon and visible from every direction, a host of thirty eight Men and Women clad for battle slowly approaches from the distance. They bear silver weapons, trail faint stars, and stride with purpose, grim determination evident in Their every step.	N/A

Player Story: By Tirost

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450-07-24 Oct 13, 2024	At dawn, Tirost and his sister Lymira make their way to a hilltop campsite after a long journey through western Zoluren, where they prepare a breakfast of berries, apples, and venison. As they enjoy their peaceful meal, reflecting on recent events surrounding the encasements, the Heralds, and those who have gone missing, Lymira suddenly spots a divine host of thirty-eight figures, wielding silver weapons and moving through the heavens. Tirost prepares to leave for the Crossing, and after a heartfelt farewell, Lymira urges him to bring everyone back safely.	Full story on Discord

Player Story: By Maintain

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450-07-24 Oct 13, 2024	After several days of travel, Maintain arrives in a remote Dwarven village nestled between two mountains in Forfedhdar, where breathtaking scenery and terraced farms surround hewn stone homes. The village lacks an Empath, so he uses herbal remedies from the north to treat the injured, including a young Dwarf with a crushed hand from a mining accident. As he prays for the injured and tends to his duties, he contemplates his eventual return to the monastery to continue his studies and fulfill his spiritual obligations.	Full story on Discord

Drakes in Ilithi

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450-08-08 Oct 19, 2024	While on patrol, the Mountain Guard encounters a company of drakes along the STR, and defeats them.	N/A