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Post:	And from my viewpoint. Big stuff happened on Taisgarith Island with the obelisk last night. One of the Children was doing something involving Teologic Sorcery with the Obelisk, which was A Bad Thing. Visions preceded the event: Color bleeds away from the world, leaving the area grey except for writhing purple magic that dances through the air around you. Several unnerving moments pass before muted colors slowly return to the world. Reality shudders slightly as a you glimpse a S'Kra Mur standing before a towering obelisk, his eyes locked in a look of intense concentration. A second vision of the S'Kra Mur assaults your mind. He stands before the obelisk, a hand pressed to its surface, as the shadowy image of a shrew grows beneath the surface. The visions continue, pulling back to reveal the Obelisk standing on a small island. The shadow of the shrew continues to grow, swallowing the entire island. So I ran to Taisgarith real quick and witnessed this: Hhstin says, "We know more than you think." Hhstin says, "Raise your sight." You exclaim, "What. Are. You. Doing!" Lomtaun glances at you. You see Votary Hhstin Oerthaes, a S'Kra Mur. A dark grey Musparan silk uaro's'sugi with shrews embroidered along each hem is folded to obscure Hhstin's face, hiding all but a narrow strip of black scales around his eyes. He has a slender tail. He is in good shape. He is wearing a heavy cambrinth armband, a flowing silvery-grey cloak of lightweight Musparan silk, a full-sleeved grey shirt of pristine Musparan silk, a heavy robe of dull black cloth with subtle flecks of gold, some dull black cloth gloves, a pair of gracefully-draped silk trews and some leather-thonged sandals. Hhstin says, "One of yours, I suppose." Lomtaun raises his head skyward, chanting. You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Sleep spell. Hhstin's tail cautiously lifts into a kind of "U" shape. Hhstin says, "Now, now." Lomtaun says, "One of mine, yes." You exclaim, "Whatever you are doing Guildleader, I implore you to cease!" You see Guildleader Lomtaun Nedorath, an Elf. Lomtaun has pointed ears and green eyes. He has thinning silver hair, with tanned skin. He appears to be mature. He is clean shaven. He is in good shape. Lomtaun is bathed in a brilliant cascade of blue light. He is holding a narrow blue-white moonblade in his right hand. He is wearing a jadeite gwethdesuan flecked along the chain with subtle gold impurities, a simple robe of green silk embroidered with the silver glyph of a Wind Elf and a pair of simple sandals. Hhstin angles his tail downward and then deliberately flicks it disdainfully up at you. How insulting! Lomtaun asks you, "Or are you claming membership with him?" You see Guildleader Lomtaun Nedorath, an Elf. Lomtaun has pointed ears and green eyes. He has thinning silver hair, with tanned skin. He appears to be mature. He is clean shaven. He is in good shape. Lomtaun is bathed in a brilliant cascade of blue light. He is holding a narrow blue-white moonblade in his right hand. He is wearing a jadeite gwethdesuan flecked along the chain with subtle gold impurities, a simple robe of green silk embroidered with the silver glyph of a Wind Elf and a pair of simple sandals. Hhstin snorts derisively. You see Votary Hhstin Oerthaes, a S'Kra Mur. A dark grey Musparan silk uaro's'sugi with shrews embroidered along each hem is folded to obscure Hhstin's face, hiding all but a narrow strip of black scales around his eyes. He has a slender tail. He is in good shape. He is wearing a heavy cambrinth armband, a flowing silvery-grey cloak of lightweight Musparan silk, a full-sleeved grey shirt of pristine Musparan silk, a heavy robe of dull black cloth with subtle flecks of gold, some dull black cloth gloves, a pair of gracefully-draped silk trews and some leather-thonged sandals. Hhstin says, "There's no need for...any of that." Hhstin edges away from Lomtaun. Lomtaun suddenly swips his moonblade through the air. Energy crackles wildly as Hhstin's sorcery is abruptly shattered. Lomtaun says, "Your sorcery is done." Hhstin frowns, lashing his tail at the air in irritation. Lomtaun raises his head skyward, chanting. You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Sleep spell. Lomtaun gestures at Hhstin. Hhstin staggers and collapses, suddenly asleep! The day flows on into evening as the sun, poking now and then through heavy clouds, descends. You sigh. Lomtaun raises his head skyward, chanting. You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Rend spell. Hhstin begins to wake. You say, "Oh, thank the immortals." Lomtaun regards Hhstin with an incisive, calculating look. Glinting lines weave chaotically in midair, growing brighter with each intersection until a net of burning ultramarine bars unfurls and passes through Hhstin. Lomtaun raises his head skyward, chanting. You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Rend spell. Hhstin stands up. Lomtaun regards Hhstin with an incisive, calculating look. Glinting lines weave chaotically in midair, growing brighter with each intersection until a net of burning ultramarine bars unfurls and passes through Hhstin. You perceive Lunar magic clinging to Hhstin. There are no spells on Hhstin. Hhstin has no spell prepared. Roundtime: 9 sec. Lomtaun says to Hhstin, "Let me make myself clear." Hhstin says, "I will leave, there is no need --." Lomtaun says to Hhstin, "The Obelisk is not your toy. Crawl back to your master and tell him that." Lomtaun says to Hhstin, "Your kind is not welcome here." A look of cold menace crosses Hhstin's features, and his hands fall to his sides, his tail lashing at the ground with a sharp, angry slap! Lomtaun says to Hhstin, "Your kind will never be welcome here." Lomtaun gestures at Hhstin with his narrow moonblade. A silvery rift tears open directly behind Hhstin revealing a glimpse of sand dunes. A sharp gesture from Lomtaun's offhand sends Hhstin hurtling through the rift which instantly snaps shut, neatly severing a bit of his robe. You sit down. You leap to your feet! You pant. Lomtaun shakes his head. You say, "Whew. I appologize for my outburst." Lomtaun says to you, "Be careful young one." You nod to Lomtaun. Lomtaun says, "This is dangerous magic to meddle with." You ask, "Who was that, and what was he attempting to acomplish?" You nod to Lomtaun. You say, "I really would rather not have anything to do with dangerous magic like those...things." You point at an ornately etched and translucent obelisk. You hear a voice say, "He was a member of the Children of Kalestraum." Nobody can see you blanch through your fur. The rain begins to come down more heavily. You say, "Oh my." You twitch an ear nervously. Lomtaun whispers, "OOC: ... Yeah, I was suppose to be the one saying that." Lomtaun asks, "You are familiar with them?" You nod to Lomtaun. You say, "On a purely academic basis of they are lunatics." You grin weakly. > Lomtaun says, "Not a particullarly powerful one thankfully, which makes me wonder why they sent him." You ponder. You say, "Actually, that is odd." Lomtaun says, "It is worrying." You say, "Only a few days ago a number of us were discussing the obelisks at a meeting in shard." Lomtaun nods. You ponder. Lomtaun says, "So much has been done to this one already. I fear what more could be done to it." You wince. You say, "That kind of meddling cannot end well." >loo lom You see Guildleader Lomtaun Nedorath, an Elf. Lomtaun has pointed ears and green eyes. He has thinning silver hair, with tanned skin. He appears to be mature. He is clean shaven. He is in good shape. Lomtaun is bathed in a brilliant cascade of blue light. He is holding a narrow blue-white moonblade in his right hand. He is wearing a jadeite gwethdesuan flecked along the chain with subtle gold impurities, a simple robe of green silk embroidered with the silver glyph of a Wind Elf and a pair of simple sandals. > Lomtaun says, "I have spent decades studying it and yet I feel like I am still a babe trying to understand a world I've barely been introduced too." You brush one ear with your hand, grooming it absentmindedly. > Lomtaun says, "The Children know less of it, and yet risk far, far more." You nod to Lomtaun. You ponder. > Lomtaun says, "I do not know why they are suddenly interested in it again, but it will merit investigation." Lomtaun says, "And... measures, to ensure it does not happen again." You ask, "What was that...sorcery? It was sorcery, no?" You peer quizzically at Lomtaun. Lomtaun strides around the obelisk, carefully inspecting the surface. Lomtaun says, "Some variant of Teleologic Sorcery, yes." You wince. Lomtaun says, "I do not believe it was a finished pattern." Lomtaun says, "It would appear my actions stopped it before any lasting harm could be done, but again, time will tell." You nod to Lomtaun. You ponder. You ask, "What of the obelisk near shard?" You ponder. Lomtaun says, "I'm not certain what to make of it. Mortom has studied it more." Lomtaun says, "It is not as this one is." You nod to Lomtaun. Lomtaun says, "Though it shares some of it's properties, and it is very old." You ask, "Ah. So it is a logical conclusion that whatever he was attempting to do, he needed to be here?" You ponder. Lomtaun says, "Perhaps." Lomtaun says, "Perhaps they felt this one was more likely to work." Lomtaun says, "Perhaps it had to be this one." You nod. You ask, "Might it not be a bad idea to round up a few of our own to stand guard?" Lomtaun shakes his head. Lomtaun says, "We must always be ready when the Children are plotting." You nod to Lomtaun. Lomtaun says, "Rarely has anything but trouble followed in their wake." You say, "Indeed. I have heard of nothing but harm coming from their actions." You shake your head. You sigh. Lomtaun's blue-white moonblade flickers unsteadily. You ask, "So, I must ask. What course of action should we take from here?" You gaze at Lomtaun. > As Lomtaun opens his hand to release his moonblade, it is consumed in a cold blue-white fire. Lomtaun says, "A good question." You sigh. You say, "One to which I have no answers." Lomtaun says, "I have no direct authority over matters to the South." You ponder. Lomtaun says, "For now I believe I will establish an extra layer of defense around the Obelisk here." You say, "I will see about organizing a group to investigate the obelisk to the south." Lomtaun says, "And learn what I can. Beyond that, keep your eyes open and I will speak to the rest of the guild about what has happened here." You ponder. You bow to Lomtaun. Lomtaun nods to you. You say, "Of course." Lomtaun says, "It will be as the web wills." You nod to Lomtaun. You say, "Indeed." Lomtaun nods to you. Lomtaun says, "Thank you for coming." You say, "I could do nothing less." Lomtaun says, "It is good to know I was not the only one to feel the tremors of his meddling." You say, "I was able to get here, thus it was my duty." You grin at Lomtaun. You say, "I was lucky to have a beam near the temple on ratha." You chuckle. Lomtaun nods. You sigh. Lomtaun says, "Good afternoon, there's much for me to do." You bow to Lomtaun. You say, "Be well, and safe paths." Lomtaun says, "You as well." All in all, crazy stuff. I'll admit I was a little confused as to who was doing what for a moment. :X
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