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17:56 (cur | prev) +119 LADYSABLE talk contribs (Created page with "<pre> Full Log: https://elanthipedia.play.net/Ayrell/Logs/Wild_Magic_09112024/A_Place_to_Grieve Nawain's perspective:") | |||
| N 18:00 | Nawain/Logs/20250125 diffhist +2,302 LADYSABLE talk contribs (Created page with "<pre>The Rakash hits the ground with a grunt and hisses as she lands awkwardly, slipping on the wet stones on the waterfall’s edge. She scrambles to her feet, silently berating herself for once again being caught distracted by the awesome spectacle in the clear morning skies above. The wyvern pumps the air in victory and howls gleefully, blocking out the pre-dawn blush of first light as it climbs back into the sky for another pass. Abyssally dark eyes squint through...") | ||||
| N 17:57 | Nawain/Logs/20240917 diffhist +2,695 LADYSABLE talk contribs (Created page with "<pre>The little Rakash sits a few feet from the edge of the cliffs of Siergelde, star-flecked eyes fixed on the golden light atop the ominous spires, though her mind continues to dwell on a different cliff in a different place. A massive tree looms in her mind’s-eye, crowning branches withering and blooming over and over as a lilting female voice echoes deep in her being. As familiar as a mother’s heartbeat or a hug from a friend was that voice, and as vast as the da...") | ||||
| N 17:51 | Nawain/Logs/20240910 diffhist +1,938 LADYSABLE talk contribs (Created page with "<pre>Nawain walks through the well-tended grass of the hidden glade near her favorite waterfall, hauling a low applewood table over one shoulder. Her boots are completely soaked from wading through the creek, and she squelches as she goes. Though she sets the table down atop the pink rose petals, she doesn’t fully straighten, and remains bowed, as if under a great burden still for a long moment, listening to the water. Drawing a deep, purposeful breath, she lets the...") | ||||
| N 17:48 | Nawain/Logs/20240908 diffhist +2,692 LADYSABLE talk contribs (Created page with "<pre>She sits at the edge of the cliff, gazing across the valley west of Crossings where three clans once stood. The spires rise from their craters, alien seeds planted by ominous gardeners, and her expression is grim as she considers each in turn. Her journal is open in her lap, the ink of her words drying in the cool pre-dawn air as her eyes lose focus and she examines that little piece of her soul that is inextricably tied to Sihmiauri. Was it closer? Was it stronger?...") | ||||
| N 17:45 | Nawain/Logs/20240907 diffhist +2,193 LADYSABLE talk contribs (Created page with "<pre>She sat at the massive desk in the Mrodhouse, leafing through the spiritwood journal to find the last page. A curl found its way between her teeth and she gnawed on it as she re-read the last few lines. “It will work. Sihmiauri is ready. It knows its task, and I know mine. We’re ready for this. It will work, and then we can rest.” The wild-haired cleric inhales, and picks up the quill, dipping the crow feather in the Katamba-black ink. She writes. “Day 1...") | ||||
| N 17:38 | Nawain/Logs/20240831a diffhist +2,487 LADYSABLE talk contribs (Created page with "<pre>She lays on the painted floor of the workshop, gazing listlessly at the empty apothecary cabinet. Her hair is a disheveled mop and her eyes are puffy and pink-rimmed, but she ran out of tears a few hours ago, and now waits for the next torment in her personal nightmare to reveal itself. And it does. Nawain convulses around herself, wrapping her arms around her middle with a despondent groan as the sudden and immeasurable weight of Enelne’s displeasure drills int...") | ||||
| N 17:35 | Nawain/Logs/20240831 diffhist +3,633 LADYSABLE talk contribs (Created page with "<pre> You whisper to Trajan, Brisknite, Istercal, Vaddon, Maintain, Gragnel, Severei, Laureh, and Elurora, Slow is smooth and smooth is fast. No need to hurry. Tidy energy is easier to use than hurried tangles. (Nawain threads her fingers through the holy streams encircling her and beckons to an unseen being. Standing on tip-toes, she leashes the golden energy to nothing at all.) You hear the Immortals grumbling at your hubris, begrudgingly encour...") | ||||
| N 17:29 | Nawain/Logs/20240822 diffhist +1,695 LADYSABLE talk contribs (Created page with "<pre>She’s chewing on her hair again. She thought she’d kicked that habit, but the sodden ends grinding between her teeth begged to differ. Nawain’s herb-stained fingers are buried in the massive weave of holy mana she has wrapped around this place. A handful of clerics harness as much as they can and feed it into the gaps she was leaving, but she needs more. This place – that stone, and the nascent aether snarl still possibly present in the same place – needs...") | ||||
| N 17:21 | Nawain/Logs/20240621 diffhist +886 LADYSABLE talk contribs (Created page with "<pre> She straightens the golden wildlace tassels at each end of the verdant prayer mat into neat little rows as she kneels upon the mossy textile, surrounded by dozens of goldenglow glaes butterflies. With a quiet familiarity that that she rarely feels when communing with any of the Thirteen, the Rakash cleric closes her eyes and prays to Enelne. "Mother of Life, I offer You an act of devotion. In Your name, and under Your seal I will continue to keep these realms heale...") | ||||