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Autoloot command

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The AUTOLOOT verb allows you to decide what kind of items will automatically go into your autoloot container when you loot a creature. 

You can wear only one autoloot container at a time.

==Syntax==
{{com|AUTOLOOT}} {{tt|[option]}}

Available options are:

OFF - Turn off all automatic looting. Your settings are saved.
ON - Turn automatic looting on.

LODGED - Ammunition and thrown weapons lodged in the creature.
COINS - Coins that the creature was carrying.
GEMS - Gems that the creature was carrying.
SCROLLS - Spell scrolls that the creature was carrying.
METALS - Metal nuggets and bars that the creature was carrying.

BOXES - Boxes that the creature was carrying.
HERBS - Herbs that the creature was carrying.
ITEMS - Other treasure items that the creature was carrying.

MELEE - Melee weapons that the creature was carrying.
RANGED - Ranged weapons that the creature was carrying.
THROWN - Thrown weapons that the creature was carrying.
AMMO - Ammunition that the creature was carrying.
ARMOR - Armor that the creature was carrying.

ALL - Can toggle all options ON or OFF.
QUIET - Toggles extra messaging related to coins you loot.

AUTOBOX - Toggles if you want to automatically loot treasure chests when OPENed.
[Be careful if you're opening boxes for others!]

==Autoloot Containers==
{{#ask:[[Has item property::autolooter]]
| border="1" class="sortable"
|?Worn in slot=Worn
|?Item capacity is=Capacity
|?Source is=Found
|limit=500
|format=table|link=all|headers=show|mainlabel=Item|searchlabel=... further results|class=sortable wikitable smwtable|sep= }}
*Note: Not all containers identified by the noun '''lootsack''' are autoloot containers.
{{RefAl|a=y}}
*[[Item:Lootsack (crafted)|Player-crafted lootsack]] (belt)
*[[Item:Lootpouch (crafted)|Player-crafted lootpouch]] (upper arm)
*[[Item:Lootbag (crafted)|Player-crafted lootbag]] (thigh)

Innocence

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{{Spell
|abbrev=-
|minprep=5
|castcap=100
|minskill=10
|maxskill=600
|minduration=2
|maxduration=10
|validtarget=PC, Creature
|guild=Empath
|magic=Life Magic
|spellbook=Protection
|prereqs=[[Iron Constitution]]
|slot=1
|illegal=no
|corrupt=no
|desc=The Innocence spell demonstrates that you are not a threat, causing opponents to turn away from advancing upon you and face another. Undead creatures, on the other hand, are unaffected by the spell pattern.
|buffs=No buffs
|debuffs=No debuffs
|dtype=No damage
|htype=No heal
|poststring=No
|effect=forces target to disengage; prevents facing/advancing
|messaging=You gesture.
Tapering ribbons of soft yellow extend across the area, pausing to dance in swirls and eddies.

'''Successful messaging:''' 
A <creature> loses all track of harmful intention toward you and disengages.

'''Unsuccessful messaging:''' 
You extend your will, attempting to bring your empathy to bear upon a small boggle. It shrugs off your efforts, the spell pattern unravelling harmlessly.
|offtype=charm
|deftype=willpower
|sig=No
|diff=basic
|source=standard
|type=utility
|ctype=standard
}}
== Notes ==
*Spell cannot be re-cast if the caster has an existing innocence on them. Can be re-cast after releasing the spell {{tt|Release INNOCENCE}} or after it expires.
*Prevents facing and advancing by players and creatures, but does not stop ranged attacks such as arrows, thrown weapons and spells. Also prevents the use of {{tt|AIM}} with ranged attacks.
*Facing or advancing by the caster will cause the spell to wear off.
*May enrage [[undead]].
*"Yeah, the spell contest doesn't show up in {{com|discern}} because the contest doesn't happen (or doesn't usually happen) via CAST, it happens when something tries to face or advance you, &c. We have a way around what but I won't be able to roll any changes to the spell until we've gotten past a few more X3 bumps backstage." --GM Melete

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Truffenyi's Rally

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{{Spell
|abbrev=tr
|minprep=5
|castcap=25
|minskill=250
|maxskill=1000
|validtarget=Group, Area
|guild=Paladin
|magic=Holy Magic
|spellbook=Inspiration
|prereqs=Circle 50, [[Anti-Stun]] and [[Marshal Order]]
|slot=2
|pulse=12
|illegal=no
|corrupt=no
|desc=In times of despair when spirits waver, Truffenyi's Rally lets you be the keen voice of valor among allies, spurring them onward and straightening their slumped backs. Be aware that this spell can wear down your own spirit each time it remedies a harmful influence on you or another.
|buffs=No buffs
|debuffs=No debuffs
|dtype=No damage
|htype=Balance heal
|poststring=No
|effect=dispels negative effects and some positive effects
|messaging=You gesture. 
You speak a few words of righteousness in Truffenyi's name.
 

'''When it dispels an effect the caster sees:''' 
You feel your spirit surge outward.
 

'''When dispelling for an ally in your group:''' 
caster: 
It encompasses [target] and burns away at any harmful influences. 
 
target: 
A sudden warmth embraces you as you feel restored by [Caster]'s presence. 
 
'''When TR self-dispels (for the caster):''' 
A gentle warmth washes over you as your expanding aura sloughs off a harmful influence.
|sig=Yes
|diff=advanced
|source=standard
|type=augmentation, utility, area of effect, pulse to group
|ctype=cyclic
}}
==Notes==
*The dispel function with accompanying spirit drain will cease beyond a certain point of soul health, and increased soul purity will reduce the amount used.
*Truffenyi's Rally will attempt a dispel on each player in the group (1 spell per group member, provided there is enough potency).
*Provided the spell has enough potency, TR tries to dispel one offensive spell per member of the group; it might not be the same spell for every group member (if they're affected by different debuffs, for example).
*Potency is affected by the amount of mana you put into the spell and your spell stance.
*Seen by a 50th circle Necromancer grouped with a Paladin using Truffenyi's Rally (no Necro spells in use):
:: "Unspoken words of gibberish resembling [Paladin]'s voice grate in your ears, causing you to falter!"
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Anuril/Logs/20250316 A Matter Of Perspective

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RUSSELLC1: Created page with "{{Log |date=2025-03-16 |gamedate=452-03-01 |eventname=A Matter Of Perspective |event_instance=DR |pov=Anuril |log= [Vela'Tohr Edge, Secluded Grove] Quiet permeates this small glade, punctuated occasionally by sounds from the creatures of the night. Lichen growing along the branches and tree trunks cause the area to glow with a faint green light. You also see a ghostly white banner, Nadigo that appears rather calm and a narrow path. Also here: a..."

{{Log
|date=2025-03-16
|gamedate=452-03-01
|eventname=A Matter Of Perspective
|event_instance=DR
|pov=Anuril
|log=
[Vela'Tohr Edge, Secluded Grove] 
Quiet permeates this small glade, punctuated occasionally by sounds from the creatures of the night. Lichen growing along the branches and tree trunks cause the area to glow with a faint green light. You also see a ghostly white banner, Nadigo that appears rather calm and a narrow path. 
Also here: a calmed Life Weaver Ysilda, a calmed Knight of Meraud Tirost who has a stony visage, a calmed Enelne's Champion Nawain who is shrouded in ghostly flames, a calmed Traim who is protected by a bright candlelight barrier, a calmed Lord Knight Hebion, a calmed Desert Blossom Zersha who is enveloped in a cloud of iridescent glitter, a calmed Forest Sprite Lileath and a calmed Nevali. 
Obvious paths: none.

Zersha says to Hebion, "Thank you."

Lady of Elamiri Ayrell came down a narrow path.

You bow to Hebion.

Hebion says, "You're welcome."

You say, "Thank you for coming, everyone, I know that Kethrai is journeying from Crossing after wrapping up his own meeting, so I will delay a few roi."

Zersha nods to you.

Valiant Vaddon came down a narrow path.

You nod to Vaddon.

Vaddon nods to you.

Tirost smiles at Vaddon.

Vaddon says, "Hello."

Soul Surgeon Zynell's group came down a narrow path.

Tirost says to Vaddon, "Good to see you, Vaddon."

You nod to Zynell.

Zynell grins at you.

Vaddon says, "Glad to make it."

Gragnel takes a sip of his wine.

You say, "For those who just arrived, we are waiting a few roi to see if Kethrai can make it from Overhealer's."

Gragnel gives a slight nod.

With a waver like a mirage, Sarugar fades into view.

Miskton came down a narrow path.

Tirost smiles at Miskton.

Ayrell nods politely to Sarugar.

Miskton nods politely.

Gragnel pulls down the hood of his longcoat.

Sarugar gives a slight nod.

You say, "I gather there are a few with him who are not able to swim the fjords and scale the mountains."

Traim pats Miskton on the back.

Ayrell nods politely to Miskton.

Tirost says to Miskton, "Evening, Miskton."

You nod to Miskton.

Miskton says, "Good evening."

Tirost bows to Traim.

Vaddon asks, "Does anyone have a gate?"

Tirost says to Traim, "Good to see you again as well, Traim."

Traim says, "No moons."

Vaddon nods to Traim.

Traim says to Tirost, "You too, war mage."

Vaddon says, "Thanks."

Nevali says, "Gate would be good, too many people comin' down that path. Needs a fence, too."

Traim grins at Tirost.

You grin at Nevali.

Harurs del Cawna Warbrolus came down a narrow path.

Tirost smiles at Warbrolus.

Warbrolus smiles at Tirost.

Traim pats Warbrolus on the back.

Warbrolus snaps to attention and hails Vaddon with a crisp hand salute.

Defier of the Heralds Saragos came down a narrow path.

You glance at Saragos, a male Human.

Nawain waves to Saragos.

Tirost nods to Saragos.

Saragos gives a courteous nod and tips his hat politely.

You smile.

Gragnel hums to himself.

Ayrell raises an eyebrow.

You dryly say, "I should award Kethrai a medal for herding these folks on the ferry AND managing to catch the gondola."

Nawain chortles softly at some secret joke.

A leaf-green wave of light ripples outward from Sarugar. The surrounding vegetation awakens and stirs in response to Sarugar's call. Leaves and vines weave together, coalescing into a humanoid spawn that rises from the ground and readies itself for battle.

Swaying back and forth from its connection with its surroundings, a forest spawn watches the environment with a look of contentment.

You say, "Another few roi."

Nevali says, "Oh, no."

Nevali asks, "He took the gondola way?"

You ponder.

Nevali says, "Gryphons and invisible walls and kneeling through holes... this is a massacre."

You smirk.

Gragnel says, "And ice skating."

You nod at Gragnel, in complete agreement with his views.

Nawain nods in agreement.

You say, "He shall surely dissuade these folks from the adventuring life."

Nawain says, "Its the ice road thats going to drop most of them on their faces."

Nawain hums to herself.

Nevali says, "The ferries woulda been faster..."

Nawain asks Nevali, "They're empaths! Who has cash for ferries?"

Nawain grins at Nevali.

Gragnel says, "I took the Ain way. Got aboard the Damaris' Kiss and everything just felt right about it."

Gragnel smirks.

Vaddon chuckles.

Gragnel adjusts his leather longcoat into place.

Nevali says, "Perhaps a paladin could uh... banner up that place, where the lizard people throw fire at you..."

Nawain begins chortling at Gragnel.

A forest spawn appears stoic, with only its pulsing leaf-green glow betraying the violence that resides within.

The forest spawn is a mass of pine saplings, vines and soil woven into a vaguely humanoid form and crowned with a mane of leaves. A leaf-green glow seeps from between the tightly bound foliage, and though eyeless, the creature surveys the area with an air of intelligence.

Soul Surgeon Zynell went up a narrow path.

The vines and leaves composing a forest spawn slowly unravel and recede into the forest.

Wind Listener Sceth came down a narrow path.

You say to Nevali, "I'm... sure they'll be fine."

You ponder.

Nevali says, "Mass-a-cur."

Nevali offers Nawain a wedge of watermelon.

Nawain accepts Nevali's wedge of watermelon.

Nawain beams at Nevali!

Tirost says to you, "Sounds like Keth and a group are headed this way."

You nod at Tirost, in complete agreement with his views.

You say to Tirost, "Just so."

Nawain takes a bite of the watermelon.

Soul Surgeon Zynell came down a narrow path.

Strawberry Nurse Illiya came down a narrow path.

You nod to Illiya.

Tirost smiles at Illiya.

Illiya bobs a quick curtsy to you.

With a friendly smile, Zynell holds Gragnel's hand.

Legendary Cleric Mazilyn came down a narrow path.

Illiya smiles at Tirost, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

You say, "Thank you all for bearing with the delay."

Nawain takes a bite of the watermelon.

You smile.

Nevali says, "Shoulda let me kidnap 'em all when there was still time."

Nevali nods to you.

You grin at Nevali.

Gragnel chuckles at Nevali.

Nevali says, "I'd only hold 'em for a li'l ransom. A wee fee."

Hebion stands near Zersha.

Tirost asks you, "This was the very place where Atuen got his face bit, no?"

Nawain says, "Neva Wee fee! That's adorable."

Nawain beams at Nevali!

You say, "This place is rather out of the way but, I chose it for... yes, Tirost, because it was the last place I saw a kather."

You smile.

Nawain chortles softly at some secret joke.

You say, "And I had some small hope they might deign to join us at some point."

You say, "But I am not counting on that."

Nawain asks, "Last place I saw Atuen, too. Did he skitter off to sulk about that?"

Nawain ponders.

You chortle softly at some secret joke.

You dryly say, "He tried to kill me while I was hunting the next andu so, not quite."

Nawain says, "Ahhh. Drat."

Nevali says, "If people I didn't like just off and vanished for good after getting their face bit, I'd never have time to wipe my chin."

Nawain grins at Nevali.

You smile at Nevali.

Illiya says, "Not just bit but removed really."

You quietly say, "They are on the mountain road now."

Tirost nods to Illiya.

Nawain asks Nevali, "It sounds like good work. Can I give you a list?"

Nevali says to Illiya, "I can work it."

Illiya grins at Nevali, her dimples flashing into view.

Nevali says to Nawain, "Nah, imagine the taste..."

Sceth casually runs the tip of her tongue over the point of one of her burnished steel fangs, somehow managing to appear both threatening and seductive at the same time.

You pace back and forth.

Tirost chuckles at Sceth.

Sceth chuckles.

Miskton nods politely to Illiya.

Zersha paces back and forth, smiling slightly to herself.

Illiya smiles at Miskton, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Nevali asks, "They made it through the hole?"

You nod to Nevali.

Nevali says, "Miraculous."

Nawain takes a sip of her fratvarit.

Tirost smiles at Nawain.

Nevali says to Saragos, "I get it now."

Tirost squints at Nawain.

Nawain grins at Tirost.

Tirost laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Saragos raises an eyebrow in Nevali's direction.

Nevali says to Saragos, "Not caring if the world burns."

Illiya nods to Miskton.

Nevali says, "Only thing stopping me is she might still be on this planet."

Saragos nods to Nevali.

You grunt at Nevali.

Nevali slowly empties her lungs.

Saragos says, "I'd like to think that there's a bit more nuance to it, but yeah."

Nevali says to you, "From caring, not from burning it."

Tirost smiles at Nawain.

You nod to Nevali.

Gragnel sniffs at a bottle of elderberry cordial.

Gragnel takes a sip of his cordial.

Nawain takes a sip of her fratvarit.

The tips of Nawain's ears take on a slightly rosy hue.

You nibble on your lip.

Miskton pours himself a bottle of private reserve Ilithic apple brandy from his keg.

Nevali says to Saragos, "Yeah, you at least had some idea. You got messages. You know the last place she was at. You know the last thing she was doing. I got... nothin'."

Miskton takes a sip of his brandy.

Illiya asks, "Pardon my lateness, but have we done anything to ah, encourage the Kather to appear?"

Nawain takes a sip of her fratvarit.

You ask Illiya, "We have not, I am not.. quite certain what could be done?"

Nawain observes Tirost with fascination.

Nawain grins at Tirost.

Nawain just traced the outline of Tirost.

Nawain chortles softly at some secret joke.

You say to Illiya, "Certainly if you have any suggestion I am open to it."

Tirost blushes furiously!

Nawain giggles at Tirost.

Heart Tender Kethrai's group came down a narrow path.

Gragnel asks, "Never met a Kather, they got a favorite kind of food or something?"

You beam in loving admiration at Kethrai.

Gragnel raises an eyebrow.

Nawain lets out a hearty cheer for Kethrai!

Amabalis blinks.

You praise Kethrai's efforts, supporting him with your approval.

Aerilia praises Kethrai.

Zionna hugs Kethrai, who wraps his arms around Zionna with a warm smile.

Illiya says to you, "I am definitely not an expert at all but if I recall correctly Waydren had some sense of what actions would disturb them and tried to maintain a pristine atmosphere."

Leilanie says to you, "Sorry, we made it a journey for him."

You say to Kethrai, "Welcome, arn maite, and companions."

Zionna nods to Leilanie.

Illiya grins at Leilanie, her dimples flashing into view.

Tirost smiles at Aerilia.

Aerilia hugs Illiya, getting a smile in return.

Miskton says to Gragnel, "I'm not sure it's their favorite, but it's wise to be careful or faces can be on the menu."

Aerilia smiles at Tirost.

Ollythander says, "We didn't make it easy, that's for sure."

Kethrai says, "It's called an adventure when we do it."

Tirost says to Aerilia, "Took your time, I see."

You grin.

Majeskyr grins.

Ollythander offers Kethrai a cup of hot buttered rum.

Zionna grins at Kethrai, her dimples flashing into view.

Sceth says, "Maybe listen for their howls."

Kethrai accepts Ollythander's hot buttered rum.

Nevali asks Illiya, "I harvested some glowing lichen earlier, would that muck it up?"

Kethrai says to Ollythander, "Bless you."

Kethrai takes a sip of his rum.

Ollythander grins at Kethrai.

Aerilia says to Tirost, "It was quite the trek, with lots of hurdles."

Gragnel says to Miskton, "Yeah, that doesn't sound like a good time. I'ma try an avoid that."

Ollythander says, "I always have snack and drink on me."

Mazilyn beams at Leilanie!

Tirost says to Aerilia, "For the record, I told you to buy skates - certainly not just to put a healing plant in Hib..."

Kethrai says, "That was such an adventure that... I would take a moongate back."

Illiya says to Nevali, "I'm not even quite sure what that is.."

Nevali pats Kethrai on the back.

Miskton grins at Kethrai.

Nawain grins at Kethrai.

Ollythander says, "Oh I have no idea where I am, so I hope I DO get a gate back."

Ollythander laughs!

You say, "Alright, welcome everyone, thank you for attending. Let's get started. I agree with Illiya that there are certain actions that the kather seem to find distasteful. They are a reclusive nature-loving folk, who disdain city dwellers."

Majeskyr nods to Ollythander.

Aerilia says to Tirost, "I have skates! I could make the trip just fine! But keeping a group together the whole time is another matter."

Nevali says to Kethrai, "Took so long you just might get that wish."

Miskton says, "Going to be a bit until any moons are up."

You say, "I chose this spot, as out of the way as it is, because we have encountered one of their folk here before, early on in this current wild magic situation, but I am not dedicating this endeavour to seeking them again."

You say, "If they appear, I would welcome them."

Kethrai nods to you.

Illiya nods to you.

You say, "Instead I wished to speak to you of a matter of perspective on this current conflict, and my own thoughts and conclusions about it. As such, I would ask that you please refrain from spell casting other than native life mana spells for the remainder of this meeting."

Gragnel gives you a slight nod.

You say, "Those of you who were here the last time the kather Anmuva visited us will recall that they were as confused as we were by the wild magic situation we found outselves in."

Kethrai nods to you.

You say, "They could observe the effects as well as we could, but had no information to share on its causue."

You cough.

You say, "Cause."

You ponder.

Ollythander raises his hand.

You say, "In the time since we have learned many things, and the conflict has evolved."

You nod to Ollythander.

You ask Ollythander, "Yes?"

Ollythander asks, "I've heard that Sorcery and Wild Magic and Feral Magic are different?"

Primal Lady Zalinyar came down a narrow path.

Ollythander says, "Not familiar on the terms, just wanted to make sure I was up to speed on terminology."

You ask, "Aye that is true, I believe feral magic is categorized as sorcery that involves all spectrums of mana?"

Kethrai nods to you.

Miskton nods to you.

Ollythander exclaims, "Thank you for the clarification!"

Thinker Couri's group came down a narrow path.

Warbrolus says, "Without a cause apparently."

Ollythander waves to Couri.

You say, "Wild magic is the name for the phenomena we have observed within the past few years that made spell casting unpredictable and caused mana vortexes and such."

Couri waves to Ollythander.

Illiya flashes a quick grin at Warbrolus.

Saragos nods to you.

Zynell grins at Ollythander.

Miskton takes a sip of his brandy.

Tirost takes a sip of his rum.

You say, "I understand that some in the audience may have certain allegiances, or commitments that make them unreceptive to my message, but I would ask that they at least hear me out."

Ollythander nods to you.

Kethrai says, "And sorcery can mean magic that involves multiple different mana types, or just casting a spell native to a different mana type than your own."

Gragnel says, "Yes, I am here to hear."

You nod to Kethrai.

Zalinyar smiles at Gragnel, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Ollythander says, "Would be silly to come all this way just to be disruptive."

You say, "It is undeniable at this point that the immortals and the heralds are at war, we can all see it in the sky above."

You glance up at the sky.

The sky is clear.

The following heavenly bodies are visible:

The planet Penhetia is unobscured by clouds.

The Herald Elide is unobscured by clouds.

The approaching champions is unobscured by clouds.

The hiding scorpion is unobscured by clouds.

The Herald Issendar is unobscured by clouds.

The Herald Kirmhara is unobscured by clouds.

The Heart is unobscured by clouds.

Katamba is below the horizon.

Xibar is below the horizon.

Yavash is below the horizon.

Zersha gazes up at the sky.

Kethrai frowns.

Gragnel nods in agreement.

You say, "We ourselves have been drawn into this conflict."

Zionna hugs Zynell, getting a smile in return.

You say, "We first noticed it as a confusing set of phenomena that occured when casting magic, that grew in frequency until it became overwhelming."

You say, "Synesthesia, unpredictable mana streams."

You say, "We began to investigate this matter using all means available to us, including magical research that is akin to sorcery."

You say, "A practice that has long been illegal in the provinces, due in large part to past misuses."

Kethrai takes a sip of his rum.

You say, "During one of these investigations, members of our community were imprisoned, we now know by the heralds. At the time it was still unclear to us who, or why."

You frown.

Miskton rubs his neck.

Saragos clears his throat.

Kethrai trills softly at Miskton.

Illiya smiles at Saragos, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Tirost frowns trying not to glance toward Miskton and Ayrell.

You say, "What has become apparent to me over the past months is that we had become embroiled in a conflict that is ancient and far more esoteric than we had realized."

Ollythander nods to you.

You say, "The heralds acting against our compatriots caused many of us to essentially abandon our efforts to investigate the origins of the phenomena."

You say, "Our focus was locked on getting our people back."

You say, "I remember adventurers interrogating anyone they could get their hands on, where are our people, what do you know about our people."

You say, "Our perspective had shrunk to those we cared for."

Saragos nods in agreement.

You say, "And, it took us far too long to get them back."

You nod.

Tirost nods in agreement.

Nawain gives a slight nod.

You say, "But we were ultimately successful in that."

Nawain dutifully says, "Thanks to the Immortals."

Ayrell gazes off into the distance.

You say, "During that interim, some life magic users, rangers and empaths, co-ordinated with each other to attempt to speak directly to elanthia in order to get some context for this conflic we found ourselves in."

Gragnel nods at Nawain, obviously agreeing with her views.

Saragos says, "Point of fact - we weren't. I accomplished nothing, the Immortals brought them back."

Nawain nods to Saragos.

You say, "We all know the saying that every conflict has three sides, the two of those in conflict, and the truth of the matter."

Zynell says, "And how history gets written."

You say, "This is a way of saying that when investigating a conflict, one should seek a third party perspective. I submit that the perspective the life mana users observed, that of elanthia herself, is such a third party perspective."

Ayrell nods to you.

Saragos raises an eyebrow.

Sarugar gives you a slight nod.

Kethrai gives a slight nod.

Zersha nods to you.

You say, "I am not a life mana user, I am an elementalist, so I did not perceive this information directly, but many of you know my husband Kethrai who is a life mana user, and I was present at the time."

Kethrai holds a cup of hot buttered rum high into the air for all to see.

You say, "What I have heard I have heard from him and others who were there."

You say, "They beheld elanthia in a time goverened by the heralds, a time prior to the arrival of the immortals. There was a civilization here that spanned the region where the Crossing currently resides. A vast civilization."

You ponder.

Zersha quietly says, "It was very pretty."

Leilanie nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Kethrai nods to Zersha.

Leilanie nods at Zersha, obviously agreeing with her views.

You say, "The beings who lived there existed in harmony with nature, and with the heralds."

You say, "A natural balance was in place that allowed all to coexist."

You say, "Our life mana users saw the widespread use of empathy, and life magic."

Kethrai nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Harurs del Cawna Warbrolus went up a narrow path.

Ollythander cocks his head.

You say, "Elanthia viewed this time period as a golden age of balance. But, it was not eternal. Eventually servants of the heralds seeking more powerful magics breached the planar barrier in search of other sources of magic."

You say, "Doing so was perhaps the first sorcery."

You say, "This allowed extraplanar entities access to this world, and geat conflict came from it. That civilization, and others that followed a similar path, have all been wiped out."

Tirost gazes thoughtfully at Ayrell.

You say, "I believe the kather may be the descendents of one of those civilizations."

Kethrai gives a slight nod.

Aerilia tilts her head to one side.

Zersha nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

You say, "The heralds ultimately punished their servant who had caused this rift, and created new lieutenants to try and fight off the extraplanar forces, but it was barely sufficient."

Nawain curiously asks, "Do we know how they were wiped out? Did they destroy each other?"

You say to Nawain, "Extraplanar invaders destroyed them in a great war. Our life mana users saw this."

Miskton takes a sip of his brandy.

Kethrai says, "A war so costly that many of the Heralds themselves were wiped out, it seemed."

You nod to Kethrai.

Nawain asks, "Interesting. What happened to the invaders, then?"

Nawain frowns.

Nawain asks, "The Heralds removed them?"

Nawain glances at Kethrai.

You say, "I believe as our life mana users saw it, they were all destroyed along with that civilization. A great spell was wrought that annihilated everything."

Kethrai nods to you.

Nawain ponders.

Nawain gives a slight nod.

You say, "After this time period, the immortals arrived and brought with them a new source of power, their own source, the font of creation."

You say, "The heralds observed that the immortals were... beings that mingled mana, conducted sorcery, as a matter of course."

You say, "The act of doing so weakened the heralds, made it harder for them to effect the world and also to sustain themselves."

You say, "The act of sorcery, that is."

You say, "It is unclear what communication may have occurred between the heralds and immortals, but the heralds being greater in power at the time took steps to restrict the immortals."

A pained expression crosses Nawain's face.

Zionna nods.

Gragnel lightly touches his panther pin as he says a quick prayer.

You say, "I believe that this conflict we have found ourselves in stems from this time period, the very arrival of the immortals ages ago."

Leilanie turns her gaze to the sky for a few moments.

You say, "I do not know why the immortals persist in encouraging and making use of sorcery when it is harmful to the heralds. Kethrai has attempted to investigate this by querying the immortals and their chosen representative but has had little success."

Zynell quirks one ear sideways in confusion.

Gragnel sighs.

You say, "To the heralds this is an existential threat, to us mortals sorcery is a matter of convenience."

You say, "None of us need sorcery in our day to day lives."

Traim ponders.

Kethrai quietly says, "And to the Immortals, it seems, it is a matter of course in the use of their power."

You nod to Kethrai.

You say to Kethrai, "Perhaps."

You sigh.

You say, "This information, gleaned from elanthia herself, is what led me to give up sorcery."

You say, "Despite the cajoling of the immortals."

Gragnel rolls his eyes.

Kethrai takes a sip of his rum.

Zionna ponders.

Ollythander says, "That is a very...specific phrasing."

Gragnel nods to Ollythander.

You say, "If something that I do for convenience causes harm to another being, it is not the right thing to do."

Tirost nods to Ayrell.

Ollythander raises his hand.

Zionna nods.

You say, "But many of us are the immortals adherents, or are motivated by revenge against the immortals for things that have happened within the last few years."

You say, "Or, are those who view sorcery as a necessity to accomplish their own goals."

Kethrai says, "The heralds, maite."

You cough.

You say, "Yes, thank you."

You smile at Kethrai.

You say, "I meant revenge against the heralds."

You ponder.

Leilanie knits her eyebrows together in a thoughtful frown.

Nawain says, "Meh. You're insisting that all painters should refrain from using non-primary colors because historic painters were all color blind. Or something."

Nawain rubs her head.

You ponder.

Sarugar tilts his head to one side.

Ayrell ponders.

Avrenka says, "Let's fully hear out Anuril first."

Ollythander nods to Avrenka.

Avrenka wryly says, "Before we bombard him."

Avrenka says, "With questions, that is."

You say, "I am saying that given a wide enough perspective, we are not obligated to engage in this conflict, this coup attempt."

Aerilia smiles quickly.

Couri reaches down and rubs Avrenka's right hand.

Zersha grins at Avrenka, her dimples flashing into view.

You say, "The immortals have much to gain from overthrowing those who have restricted them."

Nevali says to Nawain, "Because mixed colors cause noxious fumes that killed civilizations..."

You say, "Let me conclude my thoughts and then I will open the floor."

Ollythander nods to you.

Majeskyr asks, "Did that old civilization have to die for our civilization to live?"

Nawain grins at Nevali.

Nevali gently smacks Nawain across the shoulders with her tail!

Nawain just tickled Nevali, making her laugh.

Ollythander says to Majeskyr, "I think our civilization came about much after that old civilization died...it wasn't one caused the other directly."

Majeskyr nods to Ollythander.

Miskton takes a sip of his brandy.

Kethrai gives Ollythander a slight nod.

You say, "The effects of wild magic have ceased, our people have been returned to us, there is no urgent cause that would force us to engage in this conflict, other than allowing the immortals to overthrow the heralds. There are those who claim that the immortals are more benevolent to us than the heralds, but that is ignoring a third of the immortals who are in fact malicious."

Gragnel gazes off into the distance.

Nawain takes a sip of her fire.

You say, "Existing under the heralds oversight requires only that we do not do something that is not vital to us anyway, sorcery."

Majeskyr ponders.

Ollythander raises his hand.

You say, "There are those who say that following the immortals is necessary because they provide us with a means of avoiding death. That itself is a perversion of the natural order, and a privilege enjoyed by only the barest few in the world."

Zersha gnaws on her lip.

Gragnel folds his arms across his chest.

Leilanie gazes thoughtfully at you.

You say, "When I look at the Crossing as it is now, with its inequality, pollution, and conflicts and compare it to the vision that elanthia showed us of the balance that came before, it is no comparison."

You say, "Thank you for listening, Saragos had indicated he had some things to say in response."

You say, "Please whisper me and I'll add you to a list."

You nod to Ollythander.

Zersha appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Saragos nods to you.

Gragnel says to you, "An interesting point of view, thank you for sharing regardless."

Gragnel nods to you.

Saragos says, "I have a couple of questions that I think cut to the heart of our differences."

You nod to Saragos.

Saragos says, "First, what evidence do you have that these visions from "Elanthia" are indeed a third party perspective? You talk about harmony with nature and the Heralds - that seems more like it's telling the Heralds' story. If you asked the wheat, it would probably tell you that the farmer was absolutely great, all the way until the "harvest when every last plant is dismembered, gathered for consumption, and the remaining stubble plowed under."

You smile.

Nawain makes a grunting noise.

Nawain gives a slight nod.

Zalinyar ponders.

Avrenka nods to Saragos.

You say to Saragos, "Many agree that the heralds view elanthia as a garden, while the narrative put forth by the immortals currently is that they seek to destroy the world. One does not destroy their garden, sustainability is the goal."

Zalinyar takes a sip of her rum.

You say, "As to whether the heralds controlled what the life magic users saw, I would have to defer to those who saw the vision directly."

You nod to Kethrai.

Nevali pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

You ask Kethrai, "Your impression of the origin of the visions?"

Tirost nods to Aerilia.

You nod to Hebion.

You nod to Nevali.

Kethrai says, "Asildu was present for one of these attempts, but not all of them."

You nod at Kethrai, in complete agreement with his views.

You ask Saragos, "Further comments?"

Sarugar says, "There was no vision, but memories woven in the spirit of Elanthia. Whether they were influenced by the Heralds cannot be known."

You nod to Sarugar.

Illiya says, "Aat least a few of the visions appeared to be from the perspective of 'guardians' or 'gardeners' that may have represented what we know as the Heralds or their predecessors."

You ponder.

You nod to Illiya.

Kethrai nods to Illiya.

Nawain asks, "Maybe not the best neutral third-party to lean into for judgement, then?"

Kethrai says, "From the perspective of the creature raised up by the Heralds, not from the perspective of the Herald doing it."

Nawain shifts her weight.

Kethrai says, "That creature was a mortal very much like us, before then."

You say, "Aye some of it was from the point of view of that original sorcerer."

Avrenka asks, "One was from the perspective of a banished Guardian, no?"

Saragos says, "To be clear, the visions don't need to be directly fed from the Heralds to still be telling their story. If I tell my kids constantly that the Heralds are pure garbage, and then you ask them, they're not going to be an independent third party perspective. But I'll move on, because I don't think there's any other evidence that it's not that."

You nod to Saragos.

You say to Ollythander, "Go ahead."

Kethrai says, "And one of the visions was from the point of view of a bird."

Saragos asks, "The second question is that you spoke of Sorcery being unnecessary. The current state of things has mana draining away. The rules of our plane are the confluence of all of the different planar influences upon it. We saw that with the death of Maelshyve. In other words, if there's no more mana, our world can likely no longer sustain life. Given that Sorcery is replenishing it, has Sorcery not have become necessary for our continued existence? Or have you any evidence that the Heralds will promise to leave some for us if only we will cease using Sorcery?"

You flail your arms about.

Saragos says, "Sorry, I said there were a couple."

You say to Saragos, "Ah, I'm glad you brought that up."

You say to Saragos, "One thing I forgot to mention that I had thought about was the effect of Kethrai's attempt at a pure mana casting gathering. An attempt that was quickly shut down by the immortals' representative. At the time, the effects seemed to get worse with the pure mana casting."

A few fluffy clouds move into the sky.

Zersha quietly says, "Wasn't really given a chance."

Zersha shifts her weight.

Saragos nods to you.

You say, "However, there was also the sensation of a great indrawing of breath or sustenance, and we have seen that the heralds are extremely empathic beings who commonly bleed over their sensations to us."

You say, "This makes me inclined to think that the effect was similar to cautions you may have heard about rescuing a drowning individual."

Tirost says, "Or dominate mortals, as in the case of Asildu."

You say, "They may pull you under in their urgency to get a breath of air."

Aerilia tilts her head to one side.

Nawain makes a grunting noise.

Zalinyar takes a sip of her rum.

Avrenka wryly says, "Or send drakes."

Illiya says, "'extremely empathic beings' is quite the thing to say.."

You say, "It does not make sense to me that giving the heralds what has been denied to them would drain the world, except perhaps as a reflexive action."

Hebion says, "There is also the overlooked point that there has been no word from the Herald's side to stop casting holy magic, which they apparently cannot feed from either, and directly is usable by the gods themselves."

You give Hebion a slight nod.

Saragos says, "We don't disagree that the Heralds like pure mana. I'm not questioning that part. I'm asking what evidence there is that they'll leave some for us so that we can live."

You say to Saragos, "So... I do not subscribe to the theory that the heralds consumption of mana is unsustainable."

Illiya gazes thoughtfully at Hebion.

Gragnel nods at Hebion, obviously agreeing with his views.

Ollythander ponders.

You say, "Rather I feel it is the action of the immortals in poisoning their mana sources that is causing them to have to consume larger and larger quantities to achieve sufficient sustenance."

Nawain wryly says to Saragos, "Don't worry, I'm sure there're nice unpadded rooms with wires waiting for all of us in the Null Prison. Heralds gotta eat, after all."

Nawain makes a grunting noise.

Sarugar says, "It is likely their energy needs will be unsustainable for as long as they must expend effort to restrain the Immortals."

Zersha quietly says, "It seems like both sides want to use us, and neither side wants to answer our actual questions."

Zersha gazes up at the sky.

Hebion nods to Zersha.

Leilanie gives Zersha a slight nod.

You say to Sarugar, "It is my sincere desire that the immortals and heralds find a way to coexist, lest an extraplanar threat destroy us in the aftermath of their conflict."

Majeskyr ponders.

Kethrai quietly says to Illiya, "To be clear, 'empathic' and 'empathetic' are not the same thing. The Heralds seem to have a direct effect on the emotional state of living beings, as if their own emotions are flooding out beyond their control."

Saragos says, "Well, we've got the Immortals saying that the Heralds will consume it all. Have the Heralds ever responded that they won't consume it all, either directly or through Asildu? I'm not aware of them ever refuting that."

Traim went up a narrow path.

You ponder.

Sarugar says to you, "It is unlikely they will alter their paths at this juncture. One side will prevail and seize dominance."

You say, "I am not aware of such a statement but again, the purpose of a garden is sustainability."

Leilanie turns her gaze to the sky for a few moments.

Zersha quietly says, "If someone said I was a pink Gor'Tog, I wouldn't really feel the need to refute that with words."

You grin at Zersha.

Illiya quietly says to Kethrai, "I took it to mean to have an understanding or sharing of the feelings of other beings, which did not seem to be the case for us."

Ollythander says to you, "Not all gardens..."

Aerilia says, "Asildu accused the Immortals of the same plan, if I'm not mistaken? During one night he was being questioned in Gaethrend's."

Gragnel chuckles at Zersha.

You ask Saragos, "Further comments or...?"

Avrenka asks Aerilia, "What plan?"

Hebion says to you, "May I jump the line a moment as what I wanted to say may provide comment to this question."

You nod to Hebion.

You say to Hebion, "Go ahead."

Aerilia says to Avrenka, "Wiping out the world and starting over."

Avrenka says, "Mm."

Kethrai quietly says to Illiya, "More like the other way around. They affect those around them. Perhaps knowingly, perhaps by accident. It's not unlike some of our own abilities, but at a much grander scale."

Hebion says, "Paladins have a direct connection with those things that are orderful, some call this the Bulwark. From everything observed, and stated by the god's representitive nothing is wrong with that force of rightness."

You nod to Hebion.

Hebion says, "Perhaps we are in a cycle that is natural and the fight between the two groups is something that has happened before and helps preserve the balance."

Zersha gazes thoughtfully at Hebion.

You say to Hebion, "But certain moon mage visions have implied there is a lurking threat beyond the heralds, in the void."

Illiya smiles at Kethrai, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

You say, "And visions of Liraxes before their manifestation did not paint them as anything near an ally."

Hebion says, "I have not had an unease during all of this that even remotely compares to the wrongness I've felt when a portal was opened from our plane to another."

Zersha nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

You say, "All extraplanar representatives involved have seemed to be working towards providing themselves greater access to our plane."

Ayrell smiles at Tirost.

Saragos asks, "I don't mean to push too hard, but this is important. We have the Immortals and Liraxes saying they'll consume everything. If I'm understanding correctly, it seems that you think the Heralds are acting in a sustainable way because of the feel of the visions. Does that about sum it up?"

You say, "Which we know from the cycle elanthia showed our life mana users to lead to ultimate destruction."

Tirost bows to Ayrell.

Sensitive Leilanie went up a narrow path.

Gypsy Amabalis went up a narrow path.

Zalinyar takes a sip of her rum.

Saragos says, "Because if it's just a war, it's fine to pick sides. Undertandable. But if we're fighting for our world's survival, it's a different matter."

Nawain nods in agreement.

Ayrell nods politely to Tirost.

You say to Saragos, "Yes, one side of the conflict is saying the other side will destroy the world if unchecked. That other side has generally been shown to be benevolent in the visions elanthia provided."

Kethrai takes a sip of his rum.

Hebion says, "If there is something dangerous lurking maybe the Gods and Heralds will learn from Lanival's failure and the Dragon Priests."

Nawain says, "The other side has wiped out numerous civilizations that irked them."

Sceth takes a sip of her ale.

Sarugar says, "It is unlikely benevolence is a consideration in tending a garden."

You ask Sarugar, "Symbiotic?"

Avrenka nods to Hebion.

You say, "Ollythander wanted to say something."

You nod to Ollythander.

Kethrai angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Ollythander.

Zersha quietly says, "I might note that a lot of Unaka's talk is about civilization, where as the other side seems to talk a lot about gardens. We can have both, maybe we all just stop casting all magic until they agree to kiss and make up."

Zersha gazes off into the distance.

Zalinyar says, "It might just end up that the side to pick is our own, and not one of theirs, and we remember what it is like to be self reliant and depend on ourselves and our friend groups, dig graves to retrieve our belongings upon a death instead of relying on the favor of a chosen immortal."

You smile at Zalinyar.

Ollythander says, "Hey hi, couple things if you'll indulge me...first I'm Ollythander, most call me Olly...and are you a booze drinker or non boozy drinker while I form my thoughts."

Zalinyar takes a sip of her rum.

Ollythander smiles.

You laugh!

Zersha grins at Ollythander, her dimples flashing into view.

Raising his hot buttered rum to Ollythander, Kethrai gives him a toast.

Nawain grins at Ollythander.

You say, "I enjoy alcohol."

Ollythander says, "I have some very itching thoughts."

Ollythander nods.

Ollythander gets a cup of hot buttered rum from inside his treasure chest.

Illiya grins at you, her dimples flashing into view.

You accept Ollythander's offer and are now holding a cup of hot buttered rum.

Ollythander says, "You spoke a lot, drink something."

Raising your hot buttered rum to Ollythander, you give him a toast. Cheers!

You take a sip of the rum.

Nevali says, "It's disgustin'."

You move a cup of hot buttered rum to your left hand.

Zionna grins at Ollythander, her dimples flashing into view.

You let out a sigh of contentment.

Tirost says, "The cruelst tyrant can tend a garden, for it is something they can control and beautify as they wish."

Nevali asks Ollythander, "If you're still working on your thoughts, can I share mine already?"

You smile at Nevali.

Ollythander says, "I have a few issues that I have...first is the empathetic side to the Heralds...I have never seen them be anything but aggressive."

Ollythander smiles at Nevali.

Ollythander says, "I'm good."

Ollythander says, "In fact, they did threaten to unmake me."

Ollythander says, "Specifically."

Kethrai takes a sip of his rum.

Majeskyr grins.

Sceth takes a sip of her ale.

You say to Ollythander, "As Kethrai mentioned, I mean that similar to our empath guild their... beings can effect others."

Miskton takes a sip of his brandy.

Saragos says, "Ok. So the visions that are quite possibly seeded by the Heralds, who kidnapped our people and dropped meteors to seal in towns in a tantrum because we tried to get them back, portray them as benevolent, and that's the reason to believe they won't eat us. Got it. I'll keep fighting like my and everyone else's life depends on it until I have any reason to believe that the Heralds aren't going to just harvest us like wheat."

You sigh.

Ollythander says, "Second, they don't seem the type to let any of us live, they really haven't discriminated."

Gragnel gives Ollythander a slight nod.

Nawain smiles at Saragos.

You say to Ollythander, "They are in a war for their very existence."

Ollythander says, "I for one, don't engage in Sorcery, yet, as stated previous...I was very specifically told I'd be unmade."

Ollythander says to you, "Aren't we all."

Ollythander says, "Third, you mentioned the darker aspects of the Immortals."

You say to Ollythander, "They have been poisoned gradually over millenia."

Ollythander says, "We are all, nuanced and complicated. Light and dark. We have all of those aspects in us, whether we act in them or not."

Gragnel nods at Ollythander, obviously agreeing with his views.

You say to Ollythander, "They view us as enemy combatants because when they sent a representative to communicate with us he was derided and people doubled down on the sorcery."

Ollythander says, "Additionally, I've seen what they do to their own followers...I'm still washing Asildu out of my armor for the offense of a conversation and a cup of tea."

Kethrai takes a sip of his rum.

Ollythander says to you, "My point is they don't discriminate, and it's very likely they will do the same to you."

You take a sip of the rum.

Tirost smiles at Miskton.

Ollythander says, "Also, there are still way more people in that prison if I'm not mistaken, not just our people."

Couri nods to Ollythander.

Avrenka says to Ollythander, "The Immortals do seem to know us by name and by person, on the other hand."

Ollythander says, "None of this really fills me with confidence that they will be kind and empathetic."

Majeskyr ponders.

Ollythander says to Avrenka, "I can only hope Glythtide knows me and my deeds."

Hebion asks Ollythander, "Like how the Temple treated people during the war with Lyras?"

Gragnel says to Ollythander, "He does."

You say, "It's not a good idea to go around randomly jailbreaking beings that other much more powerful beings have restricted when you know that those much more powerful beings were largely concerned with defending all of creation from extraplanar attackers."

Saragos nods to Ollythander.

Ollythander says, "I don't know actually, I wasn't around then."

Ollythander smiles at Hebion.

Illiya asks, "Should we not have rescued our friends?"

Ollythander says to you, "My point isn't that I think you're a fool, or silly, or otherwise...I just don't know if I can buy into the Heralds aren't the aggressors here."

Ollythander points up.

Ollythander asks, "Have you seen them?"

Ollythander says, "They answer any and all actions with Drakes and death."

You say to Illiya, "That depends on your interpretation of justice and your feelings on your own personal obligations, which I know from attending many paladin meetings are largely complicated and personal."

Kethrai says to Ollythander, "Aside from the fact that, well, they were here first."

Ollythander says, "Lastly as for our way of skirting death and being unnatural..."

Nevali slinks back and forth, like a restless predator on the prowl.

Ollythander says, "We aren't unnatural, we are a different cycle..Those who follow Urrem'tier and the other aspects of death will attest that none of us are exempt, we just take a different route."

Ollythander says, "Many have walked, many more will."

Sarugar says, "Though the Heralds preceded the Immortals, it is not certain that the Heralds did not succeed others."

Nawain exclaims, "I should get back to things and stuff. Good talk!"

You nod to Nawain.

Illiya grins at Nawain, her dimples flashing into view.

Saragos asks Kethrai, "They were here first... Are you trying to say that because we had the bad luck to be born after them, our lives hold less value?"

Illiya just hugged Nawain.

Valiant Vaddon went up a narrow path.

Nawain hugs Illiya, getting a smile in return.

Avrenka waves to Nawain.

Ollythander says, "I'm just saying it seems more they will unmake all of us and start over...this isn't a drwoning man, this is a gardener ripping out plants he thinks are weeds."

Kethrai asks Saragos, "Do their lives hold less because they had the bad luck to be born before us?"

Nawain says, "They were here before the Immortals. But they were not here "first"."

You say to Ollythander, "I beseech you to consider a wider perspective than your own immediate surroundings and what benefits you the most."

Enelne's Champion Nawain went up a narrow path.

Avrenka nods at Couri, obviously agreeing with her views.

Ollythander says to you, "And I beseech you to not forget that other worldly entities lie in a variety of ways."

Ollythander says, "Sometimes actions speak louder than words."

Avrenka says, "Hear hear."

You say to Nevali, "I think Ollythander has wrapped up, please go ahead."

Ollythander says to you, "Respectfully of course."

Ollythander nods to you.

Nevali says, "Otherworldly... right..."

You nod to Ollythander.

Saragos says to Kethrai, "This isn't some abstract question. They've kidnapped people, imprisoned town, and sent murderous drakes. Either we have the right to fight back against that, or we don't. When you say that they were here first, it implies that we don't."

Nevali inhales a great swallow of air.

Nevali says, "Don't forget another third party... Prydaen gods. The immortals up in the sky waging their very slow war glow gold when they come grace you all with visions, but the Prydaens' glow green. They're part of Elanthia. We're part of Elanthia. I don't know what our gods are, where they came from, how long they been here, but they're sticking to themselves in all this, aren't they? And they don't seem to be a target of the Heralds. And we got our own kind of immortality from it all, or something near enough that it don't matter either way. So ponder that tulip salad in your beds, bush chubs."

Nevali asks, "So you call Elanthia's visions suspect, you might just be calling the most benevolent, loving, and above-board gods suspect, while embracin' the words of some hag what comes 'round every year cullin' your cities, you got that one guy that's just straight cannibal in't he? Another one's a nasty piece of love-hatin' insanity, and ten others... real nice side... Ain't no light and darkness with the Triquetra. Just life lovin', tender, carin', nat'ral bein's of some non-dyin' sort that keep us flowin' in the river Wheel. And they is nat'ral, because that's Eu. Eu is Elanthia. What's more nat'ral than that? What's more WORLDLY than that?"

You say to Nevali, "That is an excellent point, about the prydaen gods."

Kethrai says to Saragos, "I was replying specifically to the idea of 'the Heralds are the aggressors.' That may be true if you look through a window that extends back five years. It may not if you look through a window that extends back ten thousand."

Tirost asks Nevali, "Have you spoken to Nawain about the message of the Rakash gods?"

You nod at Kethrai, in complete agreement with his views.

Nevali says, "Nope."

You guzzle down the rum.

Tirost says to Nevali, "It is well worth your time."

Mazilyn strides off, muttering prayers under her breath.

Nevali says, "Not hers."

Ollythander smiles at Nevali.

Ollythander asks Nevali, "I actually don't know much about the Prydaen or Rakash Gods, can you please speak to me about them later?"

Nevali says, "Ain't seen her since before the big festival. Said she was gonna tell me."

You say, "Thank you everyone for attending, and being patient with our late start to this conversation. I hope some will consider a wider perspective, and what the immortals are asking us to do."

Mazilyn arrives, her eyes on the sky above.

Avrenka waves to Mazilyn.

The sun slowly pokes its way through soft blankets of clouds as it sleepily rises to create the new day.

Kethrai says, "Do we have the right to defend ourselves from them? Maybe so. I won't argue against that. But I will argue that we have a responsibility to find a way to live with them, if we can, rather than exterminate them for our benefit."

You nod at Kethrai, in complete agreement with his views.

Zynell smiles at you.

Hebion asks, "Asketi tries to kill us most years and steals children, should we be fighting against her as well?"

Ollythander says to Kethrai, "I think as this conflict continues, more options may present themselves."

You nod at Hebion, in complete agreement with his views.

Nevali says to Ollythander, "Ask someone else, I came here because it was something different, and there's nothing keeping me interested in staying further."

Kethrai says to Ollythander, "I achingly hope so."

Ollythander smiles at Nevali.

Saragos says to Kethrai, "But they are aggressors. If absolutely nothing else, they kidnapped our people before we had any idea what was going on with them. They imprisoned towns, and they've killed innocent people with drakes that have never cast a sorcerous spell in their lives. They are either aggressors in those situations, or you have to make the case that it's ok for them to do whatever they like to us, and we just have to take it."

Ollythander says to Nevali, "Ok, I appreciate the information nonetheless."

Nevali says, "{olly Sorry to be blunt, I ain't dismissin' you, I just... I lost someone, and I ain't in the right way to be around without her."

Aerilia says to Kethrai, "The Heralds are welcome to sue for peace. Thus far, it's been nothing but rage and aggression and a demand for complete obedience."

Ollythander nods to Nevali.

Avrenka says to Nevali, "I'm not exactly sure what your point was ... I'm a bit confused on that."

You ponder.

Couri hugs Nevali, getting a smile in return.

Ollythander asks Nevali, "Loss is never easy, and if you find me in the future, I would like to hear about them as well. Would you like a drink for the road at least?"

Avrenka asks Nevali, "Are you saying some of the Immortals are evil?"

Nevali hugs Couri, who wraps her arms around Nevali with a warm smile.

You ask Avrenka, "Is there any doubt?"

Zersha quietly says to Avrenka, "I think her point was that Elanthia is the one we should be listening to, not the Heralds or the Immortals. The pieces of this plane not others."

Moza went up a narrow path.

Nevali says to Avrenka, "Kinda, y'all were yappin' so long I ended up comin' up with more than I meant to say."

Hebion nods to Zersha.

Moza came down a narrow path.

Nevali nods to Zersha.

You feel as though Elemental mana is behaving differently in ways you cannot quite interpret.

Hebion says, "We should ask the worms."

Nevali says to Zersha, "Yeah, that."

Zersha gazes at her earthworm.

Hebion nods to Zersha.

Nevali shakes Avrenka's hand.

Zersha asks, "What do you think, General Wormy?"

Zersha glances at a dark brown earthworm and grins.

The white banner fades out of sight.

Avrenka asks, "Elanthia ... and the Prydaen gods?"

Nevali says to Avrenka, "Missed you, by the way."

Avrenka nods to Nevali.

Avrenka says to Nevali, "Likewise."

Nevali says, "For all we know they're one and the same."

Zersha says to Avrenka, "I think she's implying that the Prydaen Gods are a part of this plane and not from another."

Ollythander offers Nevali a bottle of Imperial Rose wine.

Kethrai says to Avrenka, "One of the Prydaen gods is Elanthia, in a manner of speaking."

You nod to Zersha.

Avrenka nods to Zersha.

Nevali says, "I got a theory Prydaen are just another left-over civilization like the Kather."

Nevali declines Ollythander's offer.

Avrenka says, "Interesting."

Nevali says to Ollythander, "Awful stuff."

Ollythander nods to Nevali.

Nevali offers Ollythander a wedge of watermelon.

Ollythander accepts Nevali's wedge of watermelon.

Tirost says, "I must take my leave."

Ollythander exclaims, "Oh lovely!"

Ollythander moves a Taffelberry fizz to his left hand.

Ollythander moves a wedge of watermelon to his right hand.

You nod to Tirost.

Aerilia waves to Tirost.

Ollythander moves a wedge of watermelon to his left hand.

Ollythander moves a Taffelberry fizz to his right hand.

Ollythander offers Nevali a Taffelberry fizz.

Tirost stops teaching.

Nevali accepts Ollythander's Taffelberry fizz.

Nevali sniffs at a Taffelberry fizz.

Ollythander smiles.

Zersha quietly says to Hebion, "General Wormy thinks that people, and immortals, and heralds should all learn to play nice and share."

Ollythander says, "Sweet and fizzy."

Zersha looks at Hebion, obviously trying not to grin, but the dimples in her cheeks give her away.

Tirost says, "Take care, and safe paths."

Knight of Meraud Tirost went up a narrow path.

Avrenka asks, "So ... since the Prydaen gods have largely been silent ... we should be too, is what you were implying?"

Nevali nods to Ollythander.

Ollythander takes a bite of the watermelon.

Hebion says to Zersha, "It seems he's well up to date on his doing what is right."

Gragnel says to himself, "Oh, the burden of being a boring human..."

Gragnel gazes off into the distance.

Zersha nods at Hebion, obviously agreeing with his views.

Saragos grins at Gragnel.

Zalinyar grins at Gragnel, her dimples flashing into view.

Zersha quietly says to Hebion, "He's surprisingly smart for a worm."

Zionna grins at Gragnel, her dimples flashing into view.

Zalinyar pats Gragnel on the back.

Nevali says, "Whole thing was about listening to third parties. So, yeah, shush up a bit and listen, if the third parties ever want to talk more."

Nevali chortles softly at some secret joke.

Zalinyar takes a sip of her rum.

Nevali guzzles down some of her fizz and then smacks her lips and wipes them with her sleeve.

Avrenka nods.

Ollythander nods to Nevali.

Avrenka says, "Understood."

Miskton takes a sip of his brandy.

Nevali says, "'s funny."

Nevali asks, "Not funny, but kinda funny?"

You guzzle down the rum. Smooth and pleasant ... warms your throat!

You finish off the rest of it, and set the cup aside.

Raising her darkefire rum to Miskton, Zalinyar gives him a toast.

Zalinyar takes a sip of her rum.

Ollythander winks at Couri.

Couri says, "I think ye wise, but always hae."

You ask Saragos, "What more do you have to gain from pursuing this conflict further?"

Couri smiles at Nevali.

Nevali says, "Immortals saying this about the Heralds, Heralds not saying anything back - well, who's the messenger to tell them what the Immortals said? Their ears are all the way up there."

Zersha grins at Nevali, her dimples flashing into view.

Nevali says, "Communication problems all around, emotions runnin' high on all fronts."

Nevali guzzles down some of her fizz and then smacks her lips and wipes them with her sleeve.

Zalinyar nods to Nevali.

Ollythander takes a bite of the watermelon.

Avrenka says, "Communication indeed is problematic."

You say to Saragos, "The guild trains us to be weapons, but we have the ability to consider whether violence is warranted."

Avrenka says, "Since communication from greater beings results in mass distortions in our plane."

Zalinyar nods to you.

Ollythander takes a bite of the watermelon.

Saragos says to you, "Saving our world from annihilation. The Heralds have had ample opportunity to speak to us. They've done so directly, they've had a mouthpiece in Asildu. They've not refuted the idea that they're going to drain mana to the last drop. Liraxes and the Immortals both have told us that they will."

You sigh.

Nevali guzzles down some of her fizz and then smacks her lips and wipes them with her sleeve.

Nevali says, "Someone ought to ask directly."

Zionna whistles a merry tune.

Saragos says, "They've shown that they don't care in the least for our lives, so everything circumstantial points to them, yes, being willing to drink it all. Their own visions showed a Gardener willing to drink it all."

Ollythander says to Hebion, "It is very nice to meet you Sir. Hopefully we can meet again under different circumstances."

Katamba slowly rises above the horizon.

Ollythander bows to Hebion.

Ollythander takes a bite of the watermelon.

Nevali says, "There's Katamba."

Sarugar says, "The Heralds do not appear to perceive a need to explain."

With a few arcane words, Nevali's eyes darken unnaturally to a shade as black as a starless night!

Zalinyar asks Saragos, "So we poison their drain with sorcery?"

Nevali gestures.

An oozing pool of darkness collects at your feet.

You say to Saragos, "They destroyed that lieutenant."

You say to Saragos, "Their primary goal was maintaining the balance."

You say to Saragos, "And staving off extraplanar invaders."

Saragos says, "Look, if Asildu comes out and says, actually the Heralds are willing to coexist with us, or the Heralds tell us directly... well, then there at least will be something to think about it. But it seems to me that we have a lot of evidence that they're going to devour all mana, which will kill us, and some people just don't want to believe it because they don't like the idea."

Nevali says, "I'll stick around a while, anyone want a gate back to Crossing, think to me. But take your time talking it out here. No rush."

You say, "It's not that the heralds have to be willing to coexist with us, it's that the immortals have to be willing to coexist with the heralds."

Without fanfare, Nevali is simply gone.

More clouds move in above, almost obscuring the sky completely.

Kethrai says, "No, Saragos. It's because there's no evidence for that idea except those beings saying to trust them. And because there's evidence against that idea that we've gotten from Elanthia herself."

Avrenka chuckles.

Avrenka says, "Now I know how other people feel ..."

You nod to Kethrai.

Zersha quietly says to you, "Thank you for hosting this and allowing people to hear different view points."

You bow to Zersha.

Sceth says, "Not to mention they basically keep him "theirs" under their control."

Zionna nods in agreement.

Zersha quietly says to Hebion, "I think I'm going to go find and eat the biggest tart I can, then take a nap."

Zionna says, "Thank you, Anuril."

You bow to Zionna.

Ollythander says, "I agree, I may disagree, but that doesn't mean I don't need to hear it. Living in an echo chamber is dangerous."

Hebion nods to Zersha.

Hebion joins Zersha's group.

Hebion says, "Sounds like a plan."

Ollythander smiles at you.

Gragnel grins at Zersha.

Avrenka waves to Zersha.

Saragos says to Kethrai, "And because we've seen that pure mana casting increases wild magic. And we've seen that they don't care about our lives in numerous ways. And we've seen that Sorcerous casting reduces the problems with wild magic. And we have seen through other methods that the mana in this world has been declining for quite some time."

Zersha waves.

You smile at Ollythander.

Desert Blossom Zersha's group went up a narrow path.

Couri nods to Ollythander.

Kethrai says, "Okay, well let's talk about that then."

Saragos says, "Warrior Mages who sensed Zengmodaleth sensed a slow drain long before we ever dreamed that the Heralds might be involved."

A swirling vortex of shadows draws itself from the ground and coalesces into a flickering ash-black parallelogramic Moongate flaking away at the edges, which yawns open like a hungry maw.

In the blink of an eye, Sarugar disappears into his surroundings.

Zionna exclaims, "Thanks!"

Zionna hugs Kethrai, who wraps his arms around Zionna with a warm smile.

Veri Tervia Zionna went through a flickering ash-black parallelogramic Moongate flaking away at the edges.

Kethrai says, "Let's say that you're correct the Heralds draining mana is the cause of wild magic."

Legendary Cleric Mazilyn went through a flickering ash-black parallelogramic Moongate flaking away at the edges.

Kethrai says, "Our pure mana party generated additional pure mana that they then consumed."

Saragos says, "And we have two different sources, a being of conceptual Balance, Liraxes, and the Immortals themselves telling us. There's plenty of evidence that the Heralds want to drain everything. You just don't like it."

Miskton says to Kethrai, "Looking at that particular moongate, I can somewhat understand your hesistance."

Kethrai asks, "How could that have made the situation WORSE than the anlas when we were gathering and doing nothing?"

Ollythander nods to Couri.

Couri clasps Ollythander's hand tenderly.

Avrenka says, "That's one of the coolest moongates I've ever seen."

Saragos says to Kethrai, "Could you reword that? I don't understand what you're asking."

Couri smiles at Avrenka.

A flickering ash-black parallelogramic Moongate flaking away at the edges collapses in on itself.

You say, "Liraxes is a liar, there was no balance prior to wild magic, there was an accelerating slide into widespread sorcery. The balance if any existed prior to the arrival of the immortals."

Kethrai asks, "How did the problem get worse, if they ate the pure mana that we JUST created with our casting?"

Kethrai asks, "How was the balance of energy in that equation not... zero?"

You nod to Kethrai.

Saragos asks you, "Evidence for Liraxes lying?"

Illiya quietly says to you, "Thank you for hosting this discussion."

Illiya bobs a quick curtsy to you.

Avrenka waves to Illiya.

You bow to Illiya.

Illiya hugs Ayrell, getting a smile in return.

Ollythander says to you, "If you ever need a drink or a smoke, find me."

Illiya hugs Aerilia, who wraps her arms around Illiya with a warm smile.

Ollythander bows to you.

Illiya hugs Kethrai, who wraps his arms around Illiya with a warm smile.

Aerilia hugs Illiya, getting a smile in return.

Illiya bobs a quick curtsy to Saragos.

You grunt at Ollythander.

Couri beams at Illiya!

Strawberry Nurse Illiya went up a narrow path.

You hear the faint voice of Nevali emanate from the moonbeam, "Remember, ask for moongate, it opens when I got the mana back."

Zalinyar says, "If the heralds are consuming all mana, it sounds like we need to go a day without magic."

Zalinyar says, "Starve them."

Zalinyar takes a sip of her rum.

You say to Saragos, "Our life mana users saw the evidence."

Saragos says to Kethrai, "Look, we swim in the mana. Like fish in a pond. If the pond is getting lower and lower, fish probably don't notice. They only really notice when the water is starting to get too shallow to really swim in. At that point, small differences make a big impact on the fish. When the pond is fuller, small differences don't really matter."

Kethrai shakes his head.

Avrenka grins at Couri.

Kethrai says, "The claim is that the pond is refilled with energy when we cast. But that the sorcerous energy cannot be consumed by them while the pure energy can."

Couri shakes her head at Avrenka.

Kethrai asks, "Yes?"

Avrenka chuckles.

Zynell says to you, "I hope you will be at the next beseeching. I thought it was important we speak with her again, not just the louder folk."

Aerilia nods to Kethrai.

Saragos says to you, "We've talked about how reliable the visions are... but ok, great. Can you please quote me the part in the visions that proves something Liraxes said to be a lie? That would be something to consider."

Couri nods to Avrenka.

Avrenka says to you, "Thanks for hosting."

Couri curtsies.

Ollythander bows.

A swirling vortex of shadows draws itself from the ground and coalesces into a flickering ash-black parallelogramic Moongate flaking away at the edges, which yawns open like a hungry maw.

Thinker Couri's group went through a flickering ash-black parallelogramic Moongate flaking away at the edges.

Majeskyr waves.

Zalinyar peers through the parallelogramic Moongate.

You ask Saragos, "If you accept that sorcery pollutes some of the mana as the immortals put forth then you have to also accept that no balance existed prior to the wild magic, that the system was trending toward total pollution?"

Primal Lady Zalinyar went through a flickering ash-black parallelogramic Moongate flaking away at the edges.

Kethrai says, "So... if we cast a bunch of spells that generated pure energy which the Heralds immediately consumed... should not the result have been... nothing? Not an increased stability like with the sorcery parties... but also not a decreased stability. The 'level in the pond' should have been unchanged."

Majeskyr went through a flickering ash-black parallelogramic Moongate flaking away at the edges.

You notice Nevali peering through the other side of the parallelogramic Moongate.

You say to Zynell, "The next beseeching of elanthia? I will try to attend."

Saragos says to Kethrai, "Right. Sorcerous mana seems to contaminate it so they can't drink it. So Sorcerous casting seems to create a little bit that remains in the bottom of the pond. When you add pure mana back in, it's immediately drinkable, probably because it hasn't mixed. So it gets slurped up right away, and we notice the fluxuation of the levels."

A flickering ash-black parallelogramic Moongate flaking away at the edges collapses in on itself.

Zynell nods to you.

Saragos says, "Because at low water levels, the fluctuations are more noticeable."

You ponder.

Gragnel says, "Simply put, nothing I've seen or heard has shaken my faith in the Immortals and my dedication to a life in service to them. They have been clear in their message on the use of Sorcery and they have been clear in their actions to save our people, our towns, and our way of life. The idea of anyone questioning them is beyond my understanding."

Gragnel shrugs.

Kethrai says, "If you have a pitcher with a pint of oil in it, and I pour a pint of water in it, and you drink the water, at no point does the level in the pitcher drop below a pint."

Saragos asks you, "Why do I have to accept that?"

You nod to Kethrai.

You say to Gragnel, "I understand that zealots exist."

Zynell says to Gragnel, "Folk question them daily. All we can do is try to help folk find peace in their quests."

Zynell glances at you.

Kethrai asks, "Unless you think it's the consumption itself -- not the low level in the pitcher, but the act of drinking?"

Zynell slowly empties her lungs.

You say to Gragnel, "They are 'saving' us from a situation they themselves engendered."

Aerilia says to Kethrai, "I think Anuril theorized that the Heralds may have drank more pure mana than was produced by the gathering. That would explain why the levels didn't even out."

Gragnel says, "Faith does not require zealotry. Though, I will admit to some fanaticism. It kinda goes hand-in-hand with the guild."

Saragos says to Kethrai, "Look at it this way. You've a pitcher with oily water, and you have beings that can only drink non-oiled water. But they drink it fast. There's not much left. So you pour in some clean water - it's immediately sucked up through a straw, because they're waiting for the clean water. They suck it up quickly, so it makes a disruption. We felt that disruption."

Natural Assassin Parned came down a narrow path.

Parned just hugged Sceth.

Sceth hugs Parned, who wraps his arms around Sceth with a warm smile.

You say to Saragos, "I had not considered this idea of 'turbulence', it bears further thought. But I largely agree with Kethrai's model."

You nod to Aerilia.

Kethrai says, "The idea of turbulence, and the idea of the drowning man gasping for air, both could have some merit."

Saragos says, "If you follow that line of reasoning, if we somehow convinced the Heralds to stop drinking, and cast pure mana, we would also see wild magic symptoms decrease. If you can somehow convince them to do that, and verify it, that would tell us a lot. But they've been actively hostile to our attempts to understand this."

You give Saragos a slight nod.

You hear the faint voice of Nevali emanate from the moonbeam, "Sounds like you need to fill the pitcher up so they drink so fast they get the tummy bends and need a lie down."

Gragnel nods to Saragos.

Sceth chuckles.

Kethrai snickers.

Gragnel chuckles.

Zynell gazes at you intently, clearly scrutinizing your aura.

Kethrai says, "Now, as for Liraxes..."

You smirk.

Kethrai says, "It has said that it wants to return us to a previously-existing state of homeostasis."

Saragos nods to Kethrai.

Kethrai asks, "I've asked it this question several times and never got even an attempt at an answer, so I'll ask it to you. When was that state?"

The sky becomes completely overcast.

Kethrai says, "According to its theory of the wild magic, the Heralds have been slowly but surely consuming unsustainable amounts of mana for the entire time they've existed."

Kethrai asks, "So what state is it trying to return us to?"

Saragos says to Kethrai, "My theory of what's going on is there in the wheat analogy. We have evidence from even the Heralds visions that they've moved from other places, yes? Well, I think they're farmers. They're not locusts. They plant the garden, they watch it grow. That's the homeostasis. And whenever they decide it's time to harvest, that's when it's no longer sustainable. Maybe they feed some beforehand, but they're waiting until its really ripe."

Miskton strokes his beard in thoughtful contemplation.

Aerilia says, "Something can be tipping over, but not yet fallen. The prior state, minus drain of the Heralds, would be what I assume it wants to return to."

Saragos says, "And I think they were tipping their hand, implying that earlier civilizations were destroyed. They planted another crop. Us. Only this time we're not going quietly to the scythe."

Kethrai says, "But tipping over isn't in balance. It's just not yet fully toppled."

You say, "The only reason they have issue with us is the sorcery."

You say, "And they have the same issue with the immortals."

Saragos says to you, "How do you know that? Saying, "Nothing personal, but it's time to eat you now," seems entirely consistent with how the Heralds have treated us so far."

You gaze up at the sky.

Kethrai says to Saragos, "That is an interesting theory but it doesn't align with what we've been told by the Immortals, Liraxes, and Valenal."

Parned says, "Doubtful. more likely that's the excuse they use to do as they will. more likely the Immortals have finally become a threat to their power so they are doing what anyone does whose power is threatened."

Kethrai says, "According to them, the Heralds have been slowly and steadily draining our mana, and we're only noticing the effects now because we're down to the dregs."

Kethrai says, "That's not the same thing as a time of planting, a time of harvest, and a time of leaving fallow."

Saragos says to Kethrai, "As far as I'm aware, we don't really have anything solid on why we've hit the crisis now. My theory is the best theory I've got that fits the evidence."

Kethrai says, "There's nothing steady about that."

You say to Saragos, "I believe they have been incredibly consistent on their messaging and the only dictum has been do not perform sorcery, and since the communion with elanthia we finally know WHY they have that dictum."

Saragos says to Kethrai, "If there's something out there that I've missed that proves my theory wrong, I'm willing to listen."

Aerilia says, "I assume that whatever happens to our plane will have repercussions on our neighboring planes, and ultimately what Liraxes and Balance want is to avoid major turbulance for the Plane of Probability."

Saragos says to you, "Again, we don't disagree that they like non-Sorcerous mana."

Saragos says to Aerilia, "That, or just... Liraxes or its master *can't& ignore it. They have to pursue Balance, because they're sentient representations of it, even if it's not the best thing for them."

Aerilia nods to Saragos.

Kethrai says to Saragos, "I'm not trying to say your theory is wrong. I'm trying to say it's incompatible with the theory shown to us by the Immortals, Valenal, and Liraxes."

Aerilia says, "Perhaps so. Conceptual beings are hard to wrap my head around."

You say, "The immortals are making a power play, the motive means and opportunity are there, extraplanar beings like Liraxes and the elementals inhabiting Valenal are making a play for increased access to our world."

Miskton says to Saragos, "That seems... likely to be the case. But we don't have much experience with any sort of peaceful interaction with conceptual manifestations to test their limits."

You say to Saragos, "You know the threat of extraplanar beings first hand."

Kethrai asks, "But if we throw out the theories shown to us by the Immortals, Valenal, and Liraxes... Why would we believe the Heralds' consumption of mana is the cause of the wild magic in the first place?"

You say to Saragos, "And that threat is backed up by what elanthia has shown us."

You exclaim, "It wasn't the heralds who destroyed those civilizations!"

Saragos says to Miskton, "What about the Traders? Or the story of the Arbiter in Darkness? They can be treacherous to negotiate with, but if you ask the right way, they can work with you."

Kethrai gives you a slight nod.

Saragos says to Miskton, "They gave that guy the strength to finally cry."

Kethrai says, "In the timelines shown to us in the visions, the localized extinctions of civilizations were caused by the influence of extraplanar forces. Forces the Heralds fought to oppose and contain."

Miskton says, "Yes, they've held up bargains... so far. And there's definitely evidence of them being very literal."

Saragos says, "I'm not saying that Liraxes is our bestest buddy. But we can trust it to be what it is."

Kethrai says, "We can trust it to be in support of the concept of Balance. We can't trust that we have the same understanding of what that will mean for us."

Miskton nods.

Aerilia says, "In any case, I'm a fan of applied experimentation when it's possible. If you want to host another pure mana gathering to observe the effects again, I'll participate."

You ponder.

Saragos says to Kethrai, "Anyway, I have to get running, but I don't think my theory is incompatible with the visions of the Immortals, or what we've heard from Valenal or Liraxes, because they've all been silent on the, "why now," question. If you can show me where that's wrong, I'll reconsider."

You hear the faint voice of Nevali emanate from the moonbeam, "I don't trust it's concept of balance is what's best for living things."

You ask Aerilia, "And will the immortals or their chosen representative allow that?"

Kethrai says to Saragos, "I'll have to consult my notes, but sure."

A swirling vortex of shadows draws itself from the ground and coalesces into a flickering ash-black parallelogramic Moongate flaking away at the edges, which yawns open like a hungry maw.

Zynell asks, "Since when do you ask permission?"

Zynell angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at you.

You laugh!

You nod to Zynell.

Sceth grins at Zynell.

Gragnel bows to you.

Reverend Gragnel went through a flickering ash-black parallelogramic Moongate flaking away at the edges.

Kethrai says to Zynell, "I rather think he means that the last time we attempted it, the attempt was aborted by Unaka."

You take your rightful place beside Kethrai.

Aerilia says to you, "They were against it last time, so I'm sure they would advise against it again. But we'll learn something either way, in a way that just debating it won't."

Zynell says, "As i told Keth some weeks back, i would like to help host pure mana parties after this conflict so we can restore true balance to the magical... pool?? whatever it is."

Kethrai nods to Zynell.

Zynell says to Kethrai, "And it may very well be so again, but only one way to find out."

A flickering ash-black parallelogramic Moongate flaking away at the edges collapses in on itself.

Saragos says, "And anyway, when it comes down to it, the Heralds took my wife. The Immortals not only brought her back, they reached out to me before then to give me hope. Even if there were enough evidence that it's really just a planar slapfight that we have no stakes in (which I think is very much not the case), then I'm still inclined to take the side of the Immortals."

You say, "Waiting until afterwards to try and correct a mistake seems like more work than just not making the mistake."

Sceth says, "Wish id be at the next ife mana beseeching thingy."

Sceth sighs.

Kethrai takes a sip of his rum.

Saragos says, "Take care."

Saragos gives a courteous nod and tips his hat politely.

You nod to Saragos.

Kethrai says, "Safe paths."

Saragos just left.

Miskton says, "I should get going as well."

Miskton nods politely.

Kethrai asks you, "That went... ...well?"

Miskton went up a narrow path.

You laugh!

You say, "Aye."

The clouds part slightly, revealing bits of open sky.

A swirling vortex of shadows draws itself from the ground and coalesces into a flickering ash-black parallelogramic Moongate flaking away at the edges, which yawns open like a hungry maw.

Aerilia bobs a brief, respectful bow.

You notice Avrenka peering through the other side of the parallelogramic Moongate.

Sceth says, "Im off too."

Aerilia says, "Be safe."

Healer Aerilia went through a flickering ash-black parallelogramic Moongate flaking away at the edges.

Zynell says, "I made this analogy a while ago in support of the raccoon's non evil.... sometimes something needs to be broken or a project to be restarted in order to make the better item."

You notice Nevali peering through the other side of the parallelogramic Moongate.

Sceth says, "Raccoon."

Sceth chuckles.

Zynell says, "They are dark aspects, not evil."

A flickering ash-black parallelogramic Moongate flaking away at the edges collapses in on itself.

Kethrai says to Zynell, "Zachiedrek is one of the easier ones. Do Asketi or Trothfang next."

Wind Listener Sceth's group went up a narrow path.

Zynell says to Kethrai, "Aye, i am working on those. my life tends to move away from those."

Thin streamers of cloud float in a mostly clear sky as the sun rises high above them.

Zynell says to Kethrai, "Plus asketi and i have never been friends."

Kethrai says, "Oh, gods, I don't mean make an event to praise them."

Kethrai says, "I mean, explain how they're not evil."

Zynell says, "She is my least favorite."

Zynell says, "Aye i meant that as well."

Kethrai says, "Mine too."

Zynell says, "Showing some good in what otherwise seems evil is not an easy task, but there exist cases for most of the dark 13."

Zynell says, "So too do evil cases for the light."

Kethrai says, "The thing is... death is necessary for life. You don't need to tell me that. I work with that cycle every day."

Ayrell softly says, "Please, pardon me. I should be heading back home. Thank you for hosting. It was an enlightening discussion. I bid you all a good morning."

Zynell says, "But the point was, sometimes making the mistake is part of the process."

Kethrai says, "But cruelty isn't."

Ayrell curtsies gracefully.

Kethrai says, "Spite and hatred aren't."

Lady of Elamiri Ayrell went up a narrow path.

You nod.

Zynell says to you, "So perhaps in the end, the pure mana parties after the conflict will be what makes the whole product better."

You say, "There's no need to continue the conflict, it is not even moral to do so."

You say, "Talking about it as a foregone conclusion is... distasteful."

Zynell says, "They will end the conflict one way or another, the heralds and the immortals."

Kethrai says, "One way or another, for sure. But against all contrary evidence, I still foolishly hope for a solution that does not involve one side exterminating the other."

Zynell says, "I make no assertion as to the outcome other than we will be here to cast pure magics."

Zynell grins mischievously.

Zynell says, "Which frankly, given the visions, is a generous assertion."

Kethrai says, "Whatever happens, if I'm alive to help pick up the pieces, I of course will."

Zynell says to Kethrai, "I will look forward to assisting you."

Kethrai says, "But here's to hoping we can prevent a tragedy rather than recover from one."

Kethrai takes a sip of his rum.

Zynell says to you, "I truly do not mean to upset you. i appreciate your sharing your perspective and i hope we find better answers."

You give a slight nod.

Zynell says to Kethrai, "We never prevent them."

Zynell says to Kethrai, "Ever."

Kethrai says, "Mm. Maybe we should get better at the whole heroism business then."
}}

Anuril

2025-03-18T05:42:22Z

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{{PC
|name=Anuril[[File:Anuril_wiki.jpg|415px]]
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Male
|guild=Warrior Mage
|instance=Prime
|toc=n
}}
===Description===

You see '''Veteran Apprentice Anuril''', Elemental Student of the Order of the Black Fox, an Elf. 
He has a triangular face, pointed ears, gold-flecked amber eyes and a straight nose. His platinum hair is long and straight, and is worn in a simple, pulled-back style held in place by a wispy chain of wyndeflowers flecked with lightning amethysts. He has pale skin and a lean build. 
He is a bit over average height for an Elf. 
He looks young. 
His left cheekbone has a tattoo of a vibrant bouquet of etlingera flowers inked in fiery pink and red hues. 
He is in good shape. 
 
He is wearing a forest green farandine mantle embroidered with silver ivy, a polished cambrinth cloak pin inlaid with a snowy alabaster unicorn, a high-necked sable-hued steelsilk tunic with silver piping, a shadesatin coat embroidered with overlapping leaves in rich forest-green, an uthamar wedding band inlaid with tiny lightning bolts formed of xenomite, an ebon-hued leather belt with a silver dragon's head buckle, a pair of tight-fitting jade-hued velvet trews and some calf-high black suede boots with silver clasps.

===Logs===
* [[Anuril/Logs/20230422_Looming_Threat|445-03-25]] (2023/04/22): A talk given at Asemath Academy on the subject of Forbidden Practices, and personal experiences with necromancy.
* [[Anuril/Logs/20240123_Chepiso_Encounter|448-01-08]] (2024/01/23): A group of adventurers confront a Hound of Rutilor named Chepiso
* [[Anuril/Logs/20240123_Chepiso_Speeches|448-01-08]] (2024/01/23): Adventurers confront Chepiso on the bridge east of Shard
* [[Anuril/Logs/20240802_Ayrell_Vigil|449-10-17]] (2024/08/02): A vigil is held in Shard for Lady Ayrell and others abducted recently
* [[Anuril/Logs/20250316_A_Matter_Of_Perspective|452-03-01]] (2025/03/16): A gathering to discuss the nature of the conflict between the Heralds and Immortals

Release command

2024-08-12T20:06:31Z

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{{RTOC}}
The '''{{tt|Release}} command''' is used to cancel a [[spell]], release held [[mana]], or stop a cyclic.

=Syntax=
==Default==
* {{tt|Release}} by itself will release harnessed mana, a prepared spell, and an active cyclic
* {{tt|release all}}: same

==Options==
* {{tt|Release spell}}: releases spell being prepared
* {{tt|Release cyclic}}: releases your active cyclic spell
* {{tt|Release mana}}: releases all held mana
* {{tt|Release # mana}}: releases a specific amount of held mana
* {{tt|Release}} ''<spell>'': releases a spell that you've cast on yourself
* {{tt|Release scroll}} ''<spell>'': releases a scroll you've {{com|invoke|invoked}}
* {{tt|Release cantrip}}: releases any cantrips you are preparing
* {{tt|Release}} ''<cambrinth item>'': releases your connection with the mana stored in ''item''
* {{tt|Release special}}: releases effects from [[Item:Painted mask|Hollow Eve 2015 Mask]]
* {{tt|Release symbiosis}}: releases an active symbiosis or removes an inactive symbiosis from memory
* {{tt|Release life}}: allows you to die while in the dying state

==Additional Moon Mage Options==
* {{tt|Release gaze}}: ends Distant Gaze spell
* {{tt|Release link}}: ends a Seer's Sense link to another person
* {{tt|Release servant}}: dismiss your Shadow Servant
* {{tt|Release shadowling}}: dismiss your Shadowling
* {{tt|Release moonbeam}} ''<type>'': dismisses all of your moonbeams, or the specified one
* {{tt|Release slivers}}: dismisses all slivers orbiting you

==Additional Cleric Options==
* {{tt|Release orb}}: releases an Osrel Meraud orb
* {{tt|Release vigil}} <person>: releases Vigil links
* {{tt|Release shield}}: ends Shield of Light spell

==Additional Warrior Mage Options==
* {{tt|Release cantrip}}: releases any cantrips you are preparing

==See Also==
*[[Prepare command]]
*[[Harness command]]
*[[Mana command]]
*[[Cast command]]
*[[Target command]]
*[[Toggle command]] (specifically {{tt|TOGGLE RELEASE}})
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Anuril/Logs/20240802 Ayrell Vigil

2024-08-03T15:49:36Z

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{{Log
|date=2024-08-02
|gamedate=449-10-17
|eventname=Vigil For Ayrell And Others Abducted Recently
|event_instance=DR
|pov=Anuril
|log=
[Temple of Light, Alcove of Albreda]

Also here: Shh'oiyvh-ur Ograth Elizzibiana who is shadowed by the spectral image of a grey-eyed viper formed of fire and smoke, Vaerek, Depth Preserver Shaylynne who is encircled by ethereal phofe flowers, Life Weaver Ysilda, Bioenchantress Allye who is haloed by ethereal lotus and gladiolus blooms dancing in a gentle breeze, Roughneck Rileos, Strawberry Nurse Illiya, High Priestess Maraisel who is shrouded in ghostly flames, Pilgrim Nawain who is shrouded in ghostly flames, Truthseeker Elurora whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light, Mageling Aerilia, Kintryn, Knight of Meraud Tirost who has a stony visage, Mountain Lord Ezerak, Firehawk Casari, Bastion of Life Karthor, Intern Rhainn, War Healer Rejind, Lord of Elamiri Gridaksma, Heart Tender Kethrai and Sublime Mender Kerennya who is sitting.

You take your rightful place beside Kethrai.

Ezerak gets a fragrant yellow rose from inside his shoulder sack.

Kethrai places his hands on your shoulders and directs a fond, rumbling purr in your direction as he presses his forehead against your own.

You accept Ezerak's offer and are now holding a fragrant yellow rose.

You nod to Ezerak.

Nawain gazes at her rose.

Rileos stretches out a hand imploringly to Ezerak.

Ezerak offers Rileos a wild rose.

Rileos accepts Ezerak's wild rose.

Ezerak says to Rileos, "That one seems fitting."

Rileos chuckles.

Tirost smiles at Rileos.

Tirost nods in agreement.

Ezerak says, "Okay then, we will get started."

Ezerak says, "I chose this particular shrine for several reasons."

Tempest Knight Saragos came through a silver arch.

Saragos gives a courteous nod and tips his hat politely.

Ezerak says, "The first, Albreda is Ayrell's chosen goddess. Whether it is because Albreda is the patron of orphans, or as a representation of lasting peace, Albreda was the one that Ayrell was drawn to the most."

Water is quickly puddling on the ground nearby, but two spots in the shape of feet or shoes remain oddly dry.

Ezerak offers Saragos a large red rose.

Saragos accepts Ezerak's red rose.

Mother Jaelia came through a silver arch.

Ezerak says, "Next, as she is the cementer of alliances and marriages."

(Jaelia offers warm greetings with hugs and blessings and waves of acknowledgement as others prefere.)

Kethrai quietly says, "Oh, thought he meant Ayrell for a second. I'd believe it though."

Ezerak quietly says, "I am sure most of you have heard that Ayrell and I were...separated still, at the time of her disappearance. But we do both love each other very much, and had been trying to work through a few things."

Ezerak says, "And so, I thought this the most appropriate place to begin our prayers. I will begin, then will open the floor for others that wish to speak or add a prayer."

Ezerak says, "And should we have time, and feel it appropriate, we can visit other shrines for additional prayers."

Ezerak gets a pale violet rose from inside his shoulder sack.

Ezerak says, "Alright, I shall begin."

Ezerak kneels down.

Riverlynn gazes down at the floor.

Rhainn kneels down.

Ezerak says, "Please feel free to join me, if you'd like."

Ezerak prays fervently.

Tirost kneels down.

Saragos kneels down.

Casari kneels down and begins to pray.

Kerennya kneels down.

Elurora kneels down.

Aerilia kneels down.

Shaylynne kneels down.

Rileos kneels down.

Saragos removes his wide-brimmed hat while looking around casually.

Kethrai kneels down.

Karthor makes a reverential grunting noise.

Vaerek kneels down.

Allye kneels down.

Nawain humbly kneels in the center of the prayer mat.

Jaelia kneels down.

Nawain intones serenely, "Albreda send us peace and prosperity, and grant long life to our nation. May her gentle blessings bring healing to our lands."

Maraisel kneels down.

Rejind kneels down.

Jaelia intones:

"Mother Albreda - We reaffirm our vows to you. In these times of chaos, we realize that Peace never really exists except that which we find within ourselves. This is the truth you teach us."

>look painting

A woman holding a dove smiles down upon the figures and worshippers who gather in the alcove.

Ezerak chants in a baritone voice:

"Albreda, bringer of peace, patroness of orphans and fosterlings,

Please watch over Ayrell, and our other missing friends,

Please aid us in freeing them, so that our families may be reunited and whole."

Rhainn appears to steel herself, her large eyes mournful yet resolute.

Ezerak chants in a baritone voice:

"Please guide us to Lady Ayrell, and our other friends,

And look after their children, families, and friends in their time of need and grief."

A tear runs down Kerennya's face.

Ezerak rubs his right eye.

Elurora gazes at Ezerak.

Maraisel gazes at Ezerak with a sympathetic look on her face.

A tear runs down Rhainn's face.

A pained expression crosses Maraisel's face.

Nawain gazes at Ezerak with a sympathetic look on her face.

Kethrai frowns as he realizes he's clutching a pale violet rose so tightly that its thorns have drawn blood from his fingerpads.

Knight Penitent Briaen came through a silver arch.

Ezerak chants in a baritone voice:

"We make offerings of roses, your divine flower,

And pray for the safety and swift return of our missing friends and family."

Ezerak drops a pale violet rose.

Briaen gazes down at the floor.

(Kethrai carefully lays the rose down at the center of the seven-pointed star with a murmured prayer.)

Casari drops a pale violet rose.

Nawain drops a lush pink rose.

Rhainn drops a pale violet rose.

Maraisel drops a pink-tipped silver rose.

Shaylynne drops a large red rose.

Ezerak quietly asks, "Allye Would you like to go next?"

Nawain intones serenely, "Albreda send us peace and prosperity, and grant long life to our nation. May her gentle blessings bring healing to our lands."

Rejind drops a Hodierna's blush rose.

Allye nods to Ezerak.

Rileos drops a wild rose.

You focus the cantrip's pattern on the yellow rose in your hand, and are soon rewarded with a bright flash of fire! The rose is consumed entirely by the small conflagration, leaving a few flakes of grey ash drifting from your fingertips.

Riverlynn drops a tiny Elamiri rose of soft blue tones.

Vaerek drops a pale violet rose.

Allye softly says, "In these confusing and dangerous times, we feel the loss of our friends keenly. Their wisdom, kindness, and guidance has ever served as a light to lead the way for us."

(Elurora places a hand over the dove trinket pinned to her chest and gently places her rose at the foot of the sculpture.)

(Kerennya puts her rose and dove bead on the star as a tear trickles down her cheek.)

Allye says, "I pray for their well-being, that they be sheltered from harm wherever they may be."

Ezerak nods to Jaelia.

Allye says, "Most of all, I pray for their safe return."

Allye says, "Albreda, please hear our prayers and cradle our friends in your protective embrace."

Ezerak prays fervently.

A tear runs down Ezerak's face.

Allye drops a pale violet rose.

Ezerak quietly says to Allye, "Thank you."

Allye nods to Ezerak.

Rhainn stands up.

Allye trills softly to herself.

Ezerak quietly asks Jaelia, "Would you like to go next?"

A tear runs down Kerennya's face.

Jaelia nods to Ezerak.

Jaelia says, "Please forgive me a bit - I do not mean to be insensitive as I am just catching up a bit, my apologies, but -."

Jaelia says, "It is good to see you all again."

Illiya smiles at Jaelia, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Rhainn nods to Jaelia.

Kerennya nods to Jaelia.

Kethrai stands up.

Jaelia intones:

"Gooddess Albreda - I follow my Patron in all things - but in this mortal world I follow Albreda, Tamsine, and Harawep to preserve the most important of all things - community and civilization

Without it, we lose so much and balance and being better cannot exist

We know that peace cannot ever exist in the chaos of these worlds

It is something we can only truely find within and we must fight for it

Help us to find this peace within so that we may grow stronger outside and rise to the challenge of the war path

To fight the chaos, find peace in these moments and find our friends and loved ones

Let the Albatross of Lemicus Sing, Let all her knoweldge flow to the oceans and back

Let us find them and both of you light our way"

Kerennya nods at Jaelia, obviously agreeing with her views.

Elurora smiles at Jaelia.

Ezerak nods to Kethrai.

Jaelia intones:

"Individually we are nothing, together we are everything

Let us walk into this chaos as a force

A force of strenght steadfast within our peace and knoweldge

That we serve and devote ourselves to you and your path

May you grant this community their most cherished

For without them others will rise up to help take their positions

But they are our lights to help us inspire to be better

Let us find them and bring them back"

Jaelia nods.

Jaelia says, "THank you."

Ezerak quietly says to Jaelia, "Thank you."

Ezerak quietly asks Tirost, "Would you like to go next?"

Tirost nods to Ezerak.

Tirost stands up.

Kintryn gazes at Tirost.

(Tirost places his rose at the foot of the sculpture, beneath the painting of Albreda.)

Tirost chants in a baritone voice:

"Albreda, watch over our friends.

Keep them safe beneath your wings.

Guide them to hope and comfort,

And send them all our love."

Tirost stands near Kintryn.

Tirost kneels down.

Ezerak quietly says to Tirost, "Thank you."

Ezerak quietly asks Kethrai, "Kethrai, would you like to be next?"

Kethrai gives a slight nod.

(Kintryn sets her hand gently on Tirost's shoulder)

Kethrai says, "Um, I'm afraid I don't really know the proper prayers for Albreda, and all. But I can say what Lady Ayrell means, to me. She's shown me through her humility and through her warmth that she shows to everyone, from an aristocrat to a Zoluren farmboy, that every person matters, and we all can rise to greatness."

You smile.

Riverlynn smiles at Kethrai.

Ezerak smiles at Kethrai, revealing the dimples in his cheeks.

Tirost nods to Kethrai.

Kerennya smiles at Kethrai.

Elurora smiles at Kethrai.

Maraisel smiles at Kethrai.

Kethrai asks, "So, Albreda, your faithful is making a good impression on you. Watch over her, yeah?"

Rhainn nods in agreement.

You nod in agreement.

Ezerak quietly says to Kethrai, "Thank you for your kind words and prayer."

Kethrai says, "And Dantia, Mazrian, Miskton, and Navesi too... We need them all home."

Kethrai gives a slight nod.

Ezerak nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Kethrai comes and stands near you.

Kerennya nods in agreement.

Kerennya prays fervently.

Rhainn nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Maraisel nods in agreement.

Ezerak quietly asks Illiya, "I believe you are next, if you are ready?"

Illiya nods to Ezerak.

(Illiya reverently approaches the statue)

Illiya kneels down.

Illiya quietly says, "Albreda, Bringer of Peace, we come to you with heavy hearts. We offer these roses as a symbol of our hope. With each bloom, we lift the names of our missing friends: Ayrell, Navesi, Miskton, Dantia, and Mazrian."

Illiya quietly says, "You who cement alliances and foster bonds, guide them safely back to us. You who watch over the lost and forgotten, protect them from harm."

Illiya quietly says, "May they be watched over and protected. Grant them strength and courage as they navigate this uncertain time. Lead them back to us safely, reunited with those who love them dearly. We hold onto faith and trust in your care."

(Illiya gently lays her rose atop the pile at the base of the statue)

Illiya prays fervently.

Illiya stands up.

Ezerak quietly says to Illiya, "Thank you."

Tirost nods to Illiya.

Ezerak quietly says, "Saragos, then Casari."

Saragos nods to Ezerak.

Shadow Tracker Sliyder came through a silver arch.

Sliyder casually observes the area.

Saragos says, "Albreda. I haven't prayed much to you, as I have little hope of a peaceful solution. Peace is a state between parties that recognize the mutual capability to harm each other, amd choose not to. If there's no fear, the lack of conflict is just benevolence. Or indifference."

Saragos says, "I pray that you help those who have taken those dear to us that we are more canny, more stubborn, and more invested in those we love than they can possibly imagine. I pray that you teach them to fear us, and through that fear, allow us to negotiate a peace that we can all live with, and the return of our loved ones."

Nawain intones serenely, "Albreda send us peace and prosperity, and grant long life to our nation. May her gentle blessings bring healing to our lands."

Briaen nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Riverlynn gives a slight nod.

Allye gazes at Saragos.

Saragos nods to Ezerak.

You ponder.

Ezerak quietly says to Saragos, "Thank you."

Ezerak quietly asks, "Casari?"

(Casari gazes up at the painting on the ceiling.)

Casari recites:

"I beseech of Albreda her hand of peace,

Return Ayrell from a place unknown.

But if her dove cannot fly so far,

Then let righteous Phelim's fist be thrown."

Jaelia smiles at Casari.

Nawain nods at Casari, obviously agreeing with her views.

Maraisel smiles at Casari.

Ezerak dimples at Casari.

Tirost nods to Casari.

Ezerak praises Casari.

Casari gives a slight nod.

Ezerak quietly asks, "Would anyone else like to say a few words, before I subject you to a few more of mine?"

Nawain praises Casari.

Aerilia nods to Ezerak.

Ezerak nods to Aerilia.

Ezerak quietly says to Aerilia, "Go ahead."

Ezerak smiles at Aerilia, revealing the dimples in his cheeks.

(Aerilia sets her totem down amidst the roses and holds her hands together in prayer.)

Aerilia recites:

"Mother of Peace, please grant your soothing succor

To the friends and family of those who are lost

And hold them close until the day they are reunited at last."

(Aerilia bows her head to the sculpture and to the painting above.)

Aerilia nods to Ezerak.

Ezerak quietly says to Aerilia, "Thank you."

You nod.

Ezerak quietly asks, "Have I missed anyone else?"

Shaylynne raises her hand.

Shaylynne nods to Ezerak.

Ezerak quietly says to Shaylynne, "Please, go ahead."

Ezerak smiles at Shaylynne, revealing the dimples in his cheeks.

Breath of the Heralds Asildu came through a silver arch.

You glance at Asildu, a male Human.

Asildu casually observes the area.

Kerennya tips her cap to Asildu with a courteous nod.

Ezerak blinks.

Asildu nods politely.

Rhainn nods to Asildu.

Kintryn nods to Asildu.

Ezerak gazes at Asildu.

Rileos stands up.

Asildu says, "Pardon."

Shaylynne quietly says, "There's not much I can add that hasn't already been said, about what the taken mean to us both as societal pillars, and friends. They are family, and loves ones, and I pray for their safe return."

Elurora stands up.

Asildu says, "Don't let me interrupt."

Elurora bows to Asildu.

Sliyder says, "Hello Asildu."

Nawain observes Asildu with fascination.

Tirost glances at Asildu.

Asildu nods politely.

You nod to Shaylynne.

Vaerek stands up.

Vaerek bows to Asildu.

Allye nods to Shaylynne.

Sliyder kneels down.

Rhainn asks Asildu, "Are you joining us in prayer?"

Jaelia stands up.

Shaylynne nods to Ezerak.

Saragos places his wide-brimmed hat upon his head.

Ezerak says to Shaylynne, "Thank you."

Asildu says, "I am joining you to learn, yes."

Ezerak asks, "Briaen?"

Saragos stands up.

You glance at Saragos, a male Human.

Vaerek kneels down.

Briaen nods to Ezerak.

Jaelia kneels down.

Rhainn scrutinizes Asildu through half-lidded eyes.

Asildu says, "I've heard much of the missing. I'm hoping to gain a better understanding by observing for a while."

Briaen says, "Beloved congregation, gathered under the watchful gaze of the Immortals, we come together in a time of turmoil and grief. Our hearts are heavy with the knowledge that some among us, faithful followers of the divine path, have been kidnapped and torn from our midst."

Illiya nods politely to Asildu.

Nawain gazes at Briaen.

Briaen says, "Some wounds are endured as a lesson. Some scars serve as reminders - - these are the words spoken to me when once I attempted to heal the Great Tree."

Briaen says, "Each member of our sacred community is a precious vessel of the Immortals' light. The abduction of our brethren is not merely an affront to our earthly bonds but a desecration of the divine order itself. The perpetrators of these vile acts have chosen a path of darkness, one that stands in direct opposition to the grace and guidance of the Immortals."

Briaen says, "In the face of such egregious acts, we must embrace the righteous path of retribution. This is not a call for wanton violence, but a solemn duty to restore balance and justice. It is an expression of divine will, a force that drives us to protect and preserve the light within us. As Berengaria, the Mother of Dawn, illuminates our path, so too must we illuminate the path of justice, even when it leads us into conflict."

Soul Surgeon Zynell's group came through a silver arch.

Briaen says, "Wisdom lies in knowing when peace is no longer an option."

Leayne softly says, "Hello."

Briaen nods to Ezerak.

Nawain nods to Briaen.

Saragos quietly says to Briaen, "Thank you."

Riverlynn drops a fragrant yellow rose.

Kethrai gazes silently at Briaen.

Ezerak says to Briaen, "Thank you."

Briaen just touched Saragos.

Rileos nods to Briaen.

Allye stands up.

Ezerak says, "If that is everyone who would like to speak, I have a few more things I would like to say."

Briaen says to Saragos, "I would go to the ends of this life and the next to support you, my friend."

Allye nods to Ezerak.

Vaerek nods to Ezerak.

Ezerak stands up.

Briaen just touched Ezerak.

Briaen nods emphatically.

Saragos nods to Briaen.

Maraisel stands up.

Vaerek says, "Oh, to us now."

Vaerek nods to Ezerak.

Saragos just hugged Briaen.

Vaerek stands up.

Tirost stands up.

Casari stands up.

Shaylynne stands up.

Aerilia stands up.

Ezerak says, "First, I would like to thank you all for coming. I am humbled by the turnout and support."

Elurora smiles at Ezerak.

Nawain rubs her nose.

Tirost says to Ezerak, "We are with you."

Jaelia gets a lavender Secret rose from inside her dragonar haversack.

Rhainn says to Ezerak, "Praying for you."

Jaelia puts on a lavender Secret rose.

Rhainn smiles at Ezerak.

Ezerak says, "I cannot speak for the rest of the missing, but if Ayrell could see all of you here, praying on her behalf, and hear your kind words, her cheeks would be stained a beautiful shade of crimson for at least a month."

Casari grins.

Maraisel chuckles.

Ezerak rubs his right eye.

Nawain smiles at Ezerak.

You smirk.

Rileos looks at Ezerak, obviously trying not to grin.

Maraisel nods at Ezerak, obviously agreeing with his views.

Vaerek grins at Ezerak.

Jaelia gazes upward.

Tirost smiles at Ezerak.

Kerennya smiles softly.

Gridaksma nods to Ezerak.

Crobin smiles.

Ezerak says, "I chose this particular shrine for the reasons I mentioned earlier, and the roses as a symbol of Albreda and love, but also one of Ayrell. I often call her my Rose of Elamiri in private."

Ezerak blushes, the tips of his ears turning a deep shade of red.

Nawain chuckles.

Rileos scratches distractedly at his beard.

Elurora flashes a quick grin at Ezerak.

Kerennya smiles at Ezerak.

Aerilia smiles.

Kethrai trills softly at Ezerak.

Illiya smiles at Ezerak, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Rhainn pats Ezerak on the back.

Allye smiles at Ezerak.

>look asildu

You see Breath of Dragons Asildu, Seeker of the Heralds, a Human Scholar.

Asildu has a square face, tilted jade eyes and a classical nose. His golden-streaked amber hair is shoulder length and wavy. He has fair skin and an athletic build.

Asildu is of middle-age for a Human.

He is in good shape.

He is holding a bloodwood walking stick with a carved dragon's head in his right hand.

He is wearing a cambrinth dragon charm, a linen tunic layered under a leather vest, a carved jade dragon with gold-inset eyes, a scholar's satchel, some amber linen pants and a pair of distressed leather shoes.

Crobin smiles.

Crobin stands near Leayne.

Jaelia asks, "Do we all assume that this abductions are only for evil, and that nothing good can come of this?"

Gridaksma raises an eyebrow in Jaelia's direction.

Kerennya says, "I don't."

Ezerak says, "That concludes what I had planned, but feel free to stay and mingle, or offer additional prayers in the various shrines here. I know I have a few that I will say later, in private."

Saragos says to Jaelia, "Would be nice if they'd talk to us in person and explain their reasoning. Apparently we don't rate that."

Rileos pats Ezerak on the back.

Crobin says, "Kidnapping for any reason is...never good."

Sliyder leaps to his feet!

Kerennya says, "They might be meant for evil, but that can't stop good from coming out of it."

Ezerak nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Sliyder says, "Especially as long as this has gone on."

Zynell quirks one ear sideways, glancing at Crobin in confusion.

Allye says, "If it was a nice abduction, though, they should have maybe said so at the time."

Crobin asks, "Good may come of it...but why kidnap if you can come and ask?"

Shaylynne nods to Allye.

Asildu ponders.

Illiya says, "We had assumed Liraxes was for bad, and it seems we may have been wrong about that."

Ezerak nods at Crobin, obviously agreeing with his views.

Kethrai says to Crobin, "To get attention? Well, they've gotten it..."

Vaerek blinks at Asildu.

Crobin pats Ezerak on the back.

You frown.

Crobin says, "Yeah, but I don't think they understand the attentiont hey have gotten."

Jaelia says, "Not that we should not beseach and seek their return - but I don't think - there may be reasons and maybe it is worth asking and seeking. I do believe that even when our threads of fate seem to be pulled in horribly twisted directions, sometimes beauty and more blooms from those moments."

Ezerak quietly says to Kethrai, "They certainly have."

Aerilia says, "The worry and stress their actions have caused, whoever is responsible, is still worthy of condemnation, whatever their intentions are."

You nod to Aerilia.

Jaelia says, "For Example, Ezerak held this Vigil and you all came. They mean so much to us. And you all turned out to show their support and recognize their importance and light. But don't forget you carry a light too - and if they can be returned, you light together will light a fire."

Crobin says, "I believe everyone here is willing to walk through hellfire and brimstone to bring back those that are missing."

Kerennya says to Jaelia, "The kidnapping is like manure - stinky and smelly - but manure, properly utilized, can be fertilizer and help things grow."

Saragos nods to Crobin.

Rhainn says, "I wonder if it's a play against our beloved immortals by another being."

Tirost nods to Crobin.

Ezerak quietly says to Crobin, "Whatever it takes."

Tirost gazes at Asildu.

Jaelia says, "I do not celebrate their lost - don't mistake that. But for a moment, you all matter just as much too. Let us see what we can accomplish and regardless of what comes, honor them, but also honor their lights that made you rise to these challenges."

Crobin says, "If attention they wanted...attention they have...and when they do show the face again...I do not think it will be pretty."

Crobin chuckles.

Kethrai says to Rhainn, "So far, those who claim to speak for all the higher beings in this have all blamed an outside force, but not their own."

Casari asks Asildu, "So are you learning something?"

Rhainn nods to Kethrai.

Asildu nods to Casari.

Asildu says, "Some."

Ezerak asks Asildu, "I am curious, where do you come from? Do they have vigils? Prayers?"

Allye glances at Asildu.

Asildu says to Ezerak, "I'm sure they did."

Jaelia asks Illiya, "Who is the person everyone keeps talking to who is observing this?"

Saragos says to Asildu, "Come to preach to us more about not using Sorcery? Curious. Apparently doing that bidding still doesn't protect you from getting kidnapped."

Asildu says to Saragos, "I came to observe and learn."

Allye asks Asildu, "Why observe and learn, when you can join us in prayer for their safe return?"

Saragos says, "Sure."

Asildu says, "I've been asked a great many questions, but without more of an understanding, it's difficult to speak to them."

Zynell begins to lecture Asildu on the proper use of the Slings skill.

Briaen says to Saragos, "This one cannot preach, save for proclaimations of herasy."

(Jaelia looks around with great confusion and stares at the being who "is observing and learning.")

Crobin glances at Briaen.

Crobin nods.

Asildu says to Allye, "I pray differently than all of you."

Allye angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at Asildu.

You squint.

Kerennya asks Asildu, "Can you say more about what you feel you do not understand as well as you would like?"

Rhainn asks Asildu, "How do you pray?"

Zynell stops trying to teach Slings to Asildu.

Saragos nods to Asildu.

Rhainn peers quizzically at Asildu.

Vaerek nods to Rhainn.

Kintryn glances at Asildu.

Ezerak ponders.

Saragos says to Asildu, "I bet you do."

Asildu says to Kerennya, "I only learned of this... kidnapping... after I attended a meeting in Zoluren. Yet I have been bombarded with questions about it. I wanted to learn what happened."

Ezerak says to Asildu, "Oh, I think we can help with that."

Riverlynn glances at Asildu.

You say, "Perhaps the kidnapping is a distraction."

Rhainn says to Asildu, "We're simply curious about you as well."

Asildu nods to Rhainn.

Asildu says to Rhainn, "You don't know me. That's to be expected."

Elurora chews on her lip, looking deep in concentration.

Rhainn nods to Asildu.

Crobin ponders.

You thoughtfully say, "It has certainly caused confusion among our best and brightest, and a shift in focus from mana to our friends."

Ezerak says to Asildu, "Many of us were gathered for some experimentation on the subject of...whatever it is that is happening with magic."

Rileos nods to you.

Nawain stands up.

Elizzibiana asks Asildu, "Are you a follower of Sh'kial's path? Or another path? Or just interested in general about dragons?"

Vaerek says to Asildu, "I'm Vaerek, a simple man. Nice to meet you."

Vaerek gets a blue iris from inside his surveyor's case.

Jaelia asks, "I am very confused why everyone is assaulting questions and statements towards this one being - what did they do for such a verbal onslaught?"

Kethrai says to you, "And robbed us of the ones who can coordinate all our efforts most effectively."

Asildu turns his attention to Ezerak, listening.

You nod at Kethrai, in complete agreement with his views.

Vaerek sniffs at a blue iris.

Asildu nods to Vaerek.

Allye nods to Ezerak.

Asildu blinks at Elizzibiana.

Riverlynn nods at Jaelia, obviously agreeing with her views.

Asildu says to Elizzibiana, "I'm no Dragon Priest."

Rileos says to Jaelia, "A scholar focusin on the heralds shows up right after, presumably, the heralds kidnapped five people. The timing alone is suspicious as hell."

Briaen whispers something to Nawain.

Jaelia exclaims to Rileos, "Oh! The Heralds!"

Briaen nods at Rileos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Saragos says to Asildu, "Well, let me lay out the arrows that point to the Heralds for you. The biggest is that the perpetrators were very concerned with how we were using magic, and were able to turn off magic at will. Never heard of anyone but them doing that. The letter I got back when I sent one to the Lord of the Void confirmed that this seemed like their signature. Well, that is, before the letter burned up in front of me, cutting off the warning he was giving."

Jaelia beams at Asildu!

Elizzibiana says to Asildu, "One does not need to be a dragon priest to follow Sh'kial's path, although you are not s'kra'ur so I expected that answer."

Nawain glances at Saragos.

Aerilia folds her arms across her chest.

Elizzibiana says to Asildu, "So just one interested in dragons, interesting."

Ezerak says to Asildu, "Forgive me, as I may get the details out of order here, but I recall a voice from somewhere, demanding silence, and we were temporarily unable to access magic. And then...we were all...moved to a place, a prison, of sorts. And when we were able to leave it, some of us...didn't."

Saragos nods to Ezerak.

Ezerak says, "They were not in the same space that we were."

Asildu says to Elizzibiana, "Heralds."

Asildu nods to Elizzibiana.

Asildu nods to Ezerak.

You ask Saragos, "What if magic being turned off was a reaction to what was done to our friends?"

Elurora says, "Other way around, they were taken, then magic was shut off after we got back and tried to save our friends."

Ezerak says, "But it seemed like a very similar one."

Sir Madigan came through a silver arch.

Rileos says to Ezerak, "Other way around, but you got it right. We got thrown in planar prison before they took our magic."

(Jaelia carefully adjusts the skirts of her gown before kneeling before the human scholar of the Heralds, lowering her head into a deeply respectful bow. "It is an honor to parlay with one who is a scholar of the Heralds. I at least am very grateful you decided to come and speak with us. I am sorry if you were not greeted with the respect you deserved.")

Madigan raises his hand in a quick salute.

Tirost looks over Asildu very closely.

Ezerak quietly says, "Forgiveness on the order, so much happened that night."

Rileos nods to Ezerak.

Casari says to Asildu, "You say you pray differently. There are creatures on an island to the east who pray differently, too."

Rileos says to Ezerak, "I wouldn't even bring it up, but the details could matter on this, so."

Rileos waves dismissively.

Asildu says to Casari, "I'd say there are many people who pray differently."

Ezerak nods at Rileos, obviously agreeing with his views.

(Jaelia rises and moves back towards a wall and takes on her own observations.)

Casari says, "Or perhaps their ways are familiar to you."

Asildu says, "I would venture that not even everyone in this room prays the same... other than me, of course."

Nawain nods to Asildu.

Kintryn ponders.

Madigan gets some Kygar's roast coffee from inside his traveler's pack.

Madigan adjusts his half plate.

Crobin asks, "And yet...how do you pray?"

Ezerak asks Asildu, "Do you pray to our immortals? Or the Heralds? Or something else?"

Rhainn says to Asildu, "I agree with that, but I'm still very curious about you specifically."

Asildu says to Crobin, "Reverently."

Riverlynn casually observes the area.

Elizzibiana chuckles.

Kerennya asks Asildu, "Would you be willing to show us how you pray?"

Saragos rolls his eyes.

Briaen whispers something to Rileos.

Crobin says, "Right."

Asildu says to Ezerak, "I have dedicated my life to the Heralds."

Madigan takes a sip of his coffee.

Asildu says, "Again, with all the questions."

You frown.

Casari says, "You don't really answer any of them."

Kerennya says, "We are curious, that is all."

Allye nods to Casari.

Sliyder nods to Casari.

Jaelia asks Crobin, "I spent many decades trying to learn how goblins and ogres and the like pray. I have sense given up on those attempts. If they wish to speak on them, they will tell us in time. I find most people don't even know how to pray to their own divine beings available to them - have you taken up prayer yourself?"

Crobin says, "You do seem to like to dip and dodge questions."

Ezerak nods at Kerennya, obviously agreeing with her views.

Madigan asks Rileos, "Someone asked him if he knew anything about our folks right?"

Asildu says to Casari, "I don't always have the answers to them."

Ezerak ponders.

Illiya asks Asildu, "So you worship the Heralds..?"

Sliyder says, "Dip duck dodge dip dodge."

Kintryn says to Asildu, "Many of us are learning ourselves. So the questions are welcomed and answers even more so."

Rileos says to Madigan, "Yeah, the first time he turned up."

Madigan nods to Rileos.

Ezerak asks Asildu, "Perhaps you have questions for us, then?"

Elizzibiana says, "Not everyone choses to show how they worship what they worship, thats a bit personal."

Asildu says, "I feel like more can be learned from discussion than interrogation."

Briaen says, "I disagree."

Saragos says to Asildu, "Do you care about anyone in this life? Because if you were faced with a follower of someone you believe took them away, I bet you'd have questions."

Briaen smiles politely.

Jaelia asks, "I agree - what should we discuss in general that can move this forward a bit?"

Jaelia asks, "Maybe we can discuss something not quite so pointed on one person - there are five people missing and I thought the point was to attempt to find them?"

Asildu says to Saragos, "I have never had a wife, nor loved anyone to such a degree. So you'll have to forgive me my ignorance in these emotions."

Riverlynn smiles at Jaelia.

You say, "Perhaps the act of... placing us all in that prison... was noticable enough that the Heralds acted in response? And that's why magic ceased? Not to stop our efforts to free out friends..."

Tirost nods.

Allye angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at you.

(Crobin leans against the wall next to Leayne watching the group)

Saragos says to Asildu, "Look, I'm willing to answer whatever questions you have, if it might open up some talk. Though I've learned a few things in studying what happened that might shake your faith in them a bit."

Elizzibiana says to Jaelia, "Gunny how nothing is said to or from that high priestess person over there though."

Jaelia asks, "The Heralds are much like the Immortals in that they are going to do what they are going to do and sometimes it makes no sense and sometimes its downright ridiculous and may make sense in retrospect. If we want them back - how do we do that, and if we start talking, Perhaps the scholar will join in - What was going on when they were taken. Was sorcery being used>?"

Asildu says, "I've said before that the Heralds have no reason to kidnap anyone. Who did, however - I don't know."

Elizzibiana says to Jaelia, "Funny how nothing is said to or from that high priestess person over there though."

Shaylynne ponders.

Elurora gazes thoughtfully at Asildu.

Riverlynn cocks her head at Jaelia.

Briaen says to Asildu, "Not having a cause to do a thing and not doing a thing still remain vastly different."

Jaelia asks, "You were investigating Wild Magic? What were you doing at the time? What was going on?"

Ezerak nods at Briaen, obviously agreeing with his views.

Asildu says to Saragos, "I'm here to learn. I will listen to anything you wish to say."

Kerennya says to Jaelia, "I believe they were doing wild magic research when the manure hit the air-blowing device."

Nawain sneezes.

Nawain rubs her nose.

Madigan takes a sip of his coffee.

Elurora quietly asks Nawain, "Would you like my cloak?"

Kintryn asks Asildu, "You say you are here to learn. What exactly are you wanting to learn about?"

(Elizzibiana nods towards Maraisel direction)

Saragos says, "Fine. Let me lay out a few things I was going to say publicly anyway. And I don't care of you're watching."

Vaerek asks Asildu, "Would you like to peruse an agreement?"

Saragos casually observes the area.

Jaelia asks Kerennya, "Was it the research of Wild Magic, Spells, or something else that happened prior to the event?"

Allye asks Jaelia, "There's been quite a lot that's happened in recent times. Would you like to take some tea with me after this, and we can discuss it all?"

Nawain shakes her head at Elurora.

Vaerek offers Asildu a gold-edged ivory parchment.

Aerilia glances at Saragos.

Asildu raises an eyebrow.

Briaen smirks.

Crobin glances at Saragos.

Kethrai glances at Saragos.

Allye says to Jaelia, "I assure you, people have justifications for their mistrusts and attitudes here."

Vaerek says, "Might help with your desire to learn."

Asildu asks Vaerek, "An agreement?"

You quietly say, "What if Daervlan is behind it..."

Vaerek says, "Between the Arbitor and the Traders guild."

Riverlynn raises an eyebrow.

Tirost raises an eyebrow in your direction.

Jaelia asks Allye, "Indeed that would be fantastic. I just don't really understand the anger and focused on one being when perhaps they are an insight and a resource that would be nice to nicely use to exchange information to help get them back and find out the reason. They are the best lead we may have, yes?"

Allye smiles at Jaelia.

Elurora quietly asks Allye, "Might I sit in and listen?"

Elurora blushes, the tips of her ears turning a delicate scarlet hue.

Asildu asks Vaerek, "I'm certainly curious. If you'd like to share?"

Allye says to Jaelia, "As I said, a lot has happened."

Vaerek says, "If you seek questions you might find and answer there."

Sliyder nods to Allye.

Allye says to Elurora, "Of course. You may be able to speak better to some of it than I could."

Jaelia asks Allye, "I do agree, but - did they do something bad?"

Ezerak says to you, "Interesting idea. I do not suppose any of us knows him enough to know if he could, or if he would and would lie about it."

Elurora smiles at Allye.

Kerennya says to Jaelia, "Actually Liraxes showed up recently. It is analyzing data."

You nod to Ezerak.

Elurora softly says to Allye, "Maybe, it's all rather jumbled in my head."

(Kintryn slips her arm through Tirost's as she leans her head on his shoulder and listens.)

Allye nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.

Rileos says to Kerennya, "Entirely not what I was expectin."

Rileos chuckles.

Saragos says, "If it's not the Heralds, we'd need to find someone else who could turn off magic, and explain why the Lord of the Void seemed to think this seemed like their 'signature'. But if this IS the Heralds... when our people disappeared, there was a sphere of abject blackness that gave a no-color flash. I've only seen a few instances of a no-color flash before."

Kethrai nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Kerennya says to Rileos, "Oh, agreed."

Vaerek ponders.

You say, "The heralds may have turned off magic and still not be the ones who performed the abduction."

Asildu looks thoughtfully at Saragos.

(Crobin an ear flicks towards Saragos as he speaks taking mental notes)

Saragos says, "No-color flashes come from Blackfire. We saw no-color when the Lich Jeihrem was opening his rift. I saw a no-color flame burning the letter I received from the Lord of the Void. And we've seen them come from the Colossi from the Plane of Electricity. I've come to associate no-color with Sorcery that exposes the Planar Void."

Allye angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at Saragos.

Nawain ponders.

Asildu nods.

Shaylynne nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Leayne frowns.

Kintryn ponders.

Ezerak says to you, "You know, I do not believe that we have discussed that possibility, that everything that happened that night may have been...mostly unrelated, besides relating to the experiment."

You nod to Ezerak.

Shaylynne nods to Ezerak.

You frown.

Madigan takes a sip of his coffee.

Asildu nods to Ezerak.

(Jaelia starts counting off points on her fingers. "So Point 1: It may or May Not Involve the Heralds. So Point 2: We probably want to know more To Point 3. We have a Scholar of the Heralds here who wants to have a Discussion to Point 4. We have an exchange of information over tea or such to Point 5. We all win and no chaotic verbal assaults?")

Shaylynne says, "They could have interfered with magic to stop the abduction..."

Shaylynne says, "And it failed."

Asildu says to Saragos, "That is an intriguing connection as well."

Asildu says, "Multiple forces at play, all pointing the finger at each other."

Jaelia nods to Saragos.

Allye nods to Shaylynne.

Sliyder says, "That's a good point Shay."

Aerilia ponders.

Saragos says, "Furthermore, in the Null Prison, we saw a mixture of Elemental, Lunar, and Life mana. No holy. Used together, but separated. Whoever took our people uses that Sorcery, but I think in a better, more effective way than we do. No clashes of mana types. So it may be that the Heralds use this magic, but are just better at it than we are, and what they hate isn't Sorcery itself, but messing up."

Jaelia asks, "So who is the force who isn't pointing a finger who is the one hiding so we blame all the other ones and they get away unseen and we don't come after them?"

Saragos says, "That, or they're hypocrites."

Ezerak says, "Certainly seems possible. Nearly everything does, for that matter."

Kethrai says, "Whoever it was turned off mana, they demanded 'silence' from us before they did it. That seemed related to their reason to do it."

Saragos nods to Kethrai.

Saragos says, "If I'm to believe it's not the Heralds, then I need to know who else can turn off magic. If it IS the Heralds, then there needs to be a serious talk about why they forbid the use of what they're fine flinging around themselves."

Asildu asks Kethrai, "My knowledge of this timeline is fresh, but... am I mistaken that the demand for silence came after the abduction?"

You sigh.

Nawain nods to Asildu.

Elurora gazes thoughtfully at Asildu.

Kethrai nods to Asildu.

Allye nods to Asildu.

Illiya nods to Asildu.

Elurora asks, "This timeline?"

Kintryn smirks.

Illiya grins at Elurora, her dimples flashing into view.

Asildu says to Elurora, "Of events."

Elurora says, "Ah."

Elurora nods to Asildu.

Asildu smiles.

Illiya says, "Sure."

Asildu nods to Saragos.

Aerilia nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Rileos quietly says to Elurora, "I felt that way for a moment too."

Rileos pats Elurora on the back.

Saragos says to Asildu, "They said the experiment was, 'Unacceptable', before the abduction as well."

Elurora grins sheepishly at Rileos.

Illiya nods at Rileos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Asildu ponders.

Ezerak says to Elurora, "Yes, the order of things that happened in the order that they happened, not in the way that makes sense in my tired mind."

Elurora nods to Ezerak.

Allye smiles at Ezerak.

Elurora says to Ezerak, "I can imagine with how difficult of a night it was."

Elurora touches Ezerak with a confident grace and familiar smile.

Kerennya smiles at Ezerak.

Aerilia asks Asildu, "Are you learned in magic? Can you see the flow of mana, make spell patterns?"

Ezerak gives a slight nod.

Asildu stands silently a moment, clearly deep in thought, considering the information presented.

Kethrai says to Saragos, "Well... Slightly after. The five of them disappeared first, and then we heard 'unacceptable' as WE were taken elsewhere."

Asildu nods to Aerilia.

Illiya asks, "I think an interesting question that we haven't asked yet is, why did they let us out?"

Ezerak says, "I am quite thankful that you all remember the order better than I. It could very well be important, those details."

Elurora asks Illiya, "Did they?"

Illiya exclaims to Elurora, "Exactly!"

Elizzibiana says, "They didnt, we were spit out."

Illiya asks, "How did we get out though, and those 5 are still in there?"

Kethrai says, "I say that because I'm not certain whether they were responding to acts they considered unacceptable, or if the rest of us besides those five were the ones who were unacceptable."

Nawain offers Madigan a toasted bacon sandwich.

Rileos says, "There didn't -have- to be a rift there."

You ponder.

Madigan accepts Nawain's bacon sandwich.

Aerilia asks Asildu, "If you were to examine the place where this happened - our friends were taken - do you suppose you might learn something about the means?"

Madigan bows to Nawain.

Madigan takes a bite of the sandwich.

Jaelia says to Saragos, "If the Heralds were responsible, their faithful would not have felt similar effects as we did with our Immortals. I really think we are experiencing a parallel where both forces are being attacked. I really don't think the Heralds are behind this."

Rileos says, "I think we were caught and thrown back, why I got no idea."

Elizzibiana says to Illiya, "Again, we were tossed out."

Rileos waves dismissively.

Saragos glances at Aerilia.

Rhainn gazes thoughtfully at Kethrai.

Allye angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at Aerilia.

Asildu looks thoughtfully at Aerilia.

You quietly say to Kethrai, "I think the word was first, then the abductions."

Riverlynn asks, "Of the five that were taken, were any of them primary holy magic users?"

Illiya says, "Right but I'm asking the why."

Illiya says to Riverlynn, "None."

Ezerak says to Aerilia, "I had not considered that."

Elurora says to you, "Word, abductions of the five, then us, I think."

Rileos says to Illiya, "Hell we don't even know what yet, much less why."

Asildu says to Aerilia, "I'm not opposed to taking a look around. I have nothing to hide, at any rate."

You nod at Elurora, in complete agreement with her views.

Rileos flashes a quick grin at Illiya.

Asildu says, "Despite what many may think."

You say to Elurora, "I concur."

Riverlynn nods to Illiya.

Aerilia nods to Asildu.

Saragos says, "I'm not sure I'm ok with that."

Allye gazes at Asildu.

Elizzibiana says to Illiya, "No idea, as Rileos said I dont thjink we were wanted or meant to be captured."

Nawain observes Asildu with fascination.

Briaen gazes at his fingernails.

Nawain nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Sliyder looks over Asildu very closely.

Ezerak nibbles his lip thoughtfully.

Kintryn says to Tirost, "Im glad I dont use magic."

Madigan takes a bite of the sandwich.

Asildu says, "I wish I had answers to all of your questions, but the truth of it all is that I don't. I can only answer those I know, and provide what knowledge I can that might lead you to answers for those I'm unsure of."

Madigan ponders.

Aerilia says to Saragos, "I know why. I only suggest it out of a hope of cooperating instead of talking in circles."

Vaerek offers Kintryn a blue iris.

Madigan gets a copper ring from inside his traveler's pack.

Kintryn accepts Vaerek's blue iris.

Madigan chants as he raises his ring above his head.

Madigan makes a grunting noise.

Madigan puts his ring in his traveler's pack.

Tirost asks Asildu, "And what are those answers? Is there anything you can tell us that you believe would be useful for us in seeking the return of our friends?"

Illiya gazes at Madigan.

Vaerek says to Kintryn, "It's a promise to not use sorcery."

Illiya asks Asildu, "If you don't believe the Heralds were involved in our friends' disappearance, what is your interest in coming to this vigil?"

Madigan says to Illiya, "That ring is linked to all those taken, or so I am told."

Sliyder asks, "Can we just reset and maybe you tell us what you do know?"

Vaerek says to Kintryn, "Good luck."

Kintryn grins at Vaerek.

Jaelia says, "Is a vow not to use sorcery such a bad thing? I would love to take this vow."

Asildu says to Aerilia, "My preference is to not talk in circles, either. But when you walk into a room and are immediately interrogated, it can make one less keen on providing directing answers."

Illiya nods to Madigan.

Ezerak quietly says to Saragos, "What could it hurt? I cannot imagine if there was anything there that we could find, that you would not have found it by now."

Sliyder nods to Asildu.

Kethrai asks Asildu, "Well, here's a different question, that maybe you'd know. Are the Heralds always in accord with each other and working toward the same purpose? Or do they disagree sometimes?"

Aerilia nods to Asildu.

Sliyder says, "Just alot of folks looking for answers."

Saragos shakes his head at Asildu.

You nod to Kethrai.

Asildu asks Kethrai, "As in the Heralds in conflict with each other?"

Allye nods to Ezerak.

Kethrai says to Asildu, "Hypothetically."

Asildu says to Kethrai, "My knowledge, as a scholar on the matter, is that they work in unison."

Nawain ponders.

Elurora asks Asildu, "Do you know how many of them there are?"

Elurora smiles at Asildu.

Madigan takes a sip of his coffee.

Asildu shakes his head at Elurora.

Elurora nods to Asildu.

Casari says, "I think we're assuming that he has any kind of connection to the Heralds. But he probably doesn't, and so he's telling the truth when he says he has no answers."

Elurora says, "We always seem to see them in threes, so I was curious."

Vaerek says to Casari, "He's right here."

Vaerek chuckles.

Illiya grins at Vaerek, her dimples flashing into view.

Saragos asks, "As a scholar, does the information - the turning off magic, the no-color flashes, the words they spoke - does that sound like the Heralds to you?"

Casari looks at Vaerek and shrugs.

Sliyder grins at Vaerek.

Asildu says to Casari, "I have a connection, but not in a sense of an ability to know their thoughts."

Asildu says, "They don't tell me things."

(Jaelia begins flipping through her journal an reading some notes. "There are some scholars who claim they know much and want to just observe and learn. Book was once one of those Scholars. We are certain of this one's intentions as well?")

Casari says, "Sounds like your only connection is that you have spent your life trying to learn about them and coming up short."

Asildu says, "I am but a mortal. My mind would never survive a constant connection of that nature."

Illiya flashes a quick grin at Casari.

Elurora gazes thoughtfully at Asildu.

Asildu says to Casari, "I could explain more, but I feel like now is not the time, as there are other matters at hand."

Illiya asks Asildu, "You said before that you didn't think the Heralds had any part in our friends' disappearance. Why did you come to the vigil then?"

Saragos asks, "But you're a scholar. You study their actions. Does this sound anything like what you've read about them acting in the past?"

Casari folds her arms across her chest.

Asildu says to Illiya, "To learn about the disappearance."

Asildu says to Saragos, "Not in the least."

Asildu says, "Heralds don't kidnap."

Rileos says, "Maybe we're using the wrong word, then. Jailed. They're jailed."

Saragos asks, "How do you know that?"

Sliyder nods to Rileos.

Crobin says, "Without a trail might I add."

Jaelia says, "I would agree with that statement. The Immortals don't abduct mortals either. They are a bit beneath their notice. The Heralds have to be assumed to be of a same magnitude."

Illiya asks Asildu, "Why do you want to learn about the disappearances?"

Sliyder says, "Detained, imprisoned, whatever you want to call it."

Ezerak says, "It would certainly be the first time we know of. In our histories, when they found something...unacceptable...they destroyed it."

Asildu says to Saragos, "Heralds are the most powerful beings in existence. More powerful than the Immortals. If they want something done, they merely think it, and it happens. Kidnapping is outside their realm of... I'd even go so far as to say understanding."

Aerilia folds her arms across her chest.

Kethrai says to Ezerak, "Or merely prevented it."

Vaerek asks Rileos, "What if they're held captive in the most unnacceptable conditions in our eyes but in reality they're having the time of their lives and don't want to come back?"

Briaen gazes at Asildu.

You say, "Assuming the scholar is correct and the heralds wouldn't kidnap, then we must assume that it wasn't them who did the kidnapping. But, someone definitely stopped all magic, and that someone used the word 'we', as in 'we demand silence' so that may have been the heralds. It could have been two different actors."

Asildu says to Illiya, "Because every time I set foot in a public space, people ask me about it."

Rejind says to Asildu, "Most powerful beings that we know of, at any rate."

Briaen grips the Berengaria dawnblade hanging from his sword belt and surveys the area with a hint of malice in his eyes.

Casari asks, "What evidence is there that the Heralds have so much power?"

Riverlynn smirks at Asildu.

Saragos asks Asildu, "Ok. In all of your studies, have you ever found reference to someone else turning off magic besides the Heralds?"

Illiya quietly says to herself, "Alright that was a good answer."

Riverlynn says, "Good as reason as any."

You say, "The stopping of magic happened after the kidnapping, and could have been prompted by the kidnapping, or by our attempts to free our friends."

Rileos says to Vaerek, "Then sign me up for planar jail, way nicer than regular jail."

Saragos says, "Or something else, I suppose."

Vaerek grins at Rileos.

Elurora softly asks Asildu, "I don't want this to come across as hostile, but might I ask what brought you to us when you came? Were you sent to us? Was it chance?"

Kethrai nods to you.

Vaerek says to Rileos, "Sign us all up."

Jaelia says, "And it could have been someone who wanted to make it look like the Hearlds to cause more Immortal vs Herald infighting - which seems to have been what the winds are wanting for awhile now. Making it clear the Immortals and Heralds have divions and issues."

Illiya says to Vaerek, "I did at first hypothesize they had found the Plane of Island Resorts."

Ezerak says to Saragos, "There are the stories of the Lord of the Void, but that was just Elemental, to my knowledge."

Rejind stands up.

Jaelia says, "Make people pick sides, fight it out, and cause chaos while whatever is causing the real issue goes about freely doing more destruction."

Vaerek grins at Illiya.

Shaylynne gives Illiya a playful poke in the ribs.

Saragos nods to Ezerak.

Asildu says to Saragos, "The Immortals have abilities to do such. Demons, possibly, depending on their strength. I can't speak for other entities, however, as my studies didn't include extraplanar beings."

Illiya leans on Shaylynne.

Kerennya says to Jaelia, "That is certainly one possibility."

Ezerak ponders.

Kintryn glances at Asildu.

Nawain curiously asks Asildu, "Oh! I'll bet you know. What are the Heralds.. heralding for? The heralds I know about are for jousting events, and they're heralding for someone. Who are the Heralds heralding for?"

(Elizzibiana whispers to herself "as always it comes back to discord and discontent and who is the ruler of that, yes, Ushnish" then chuckles)

You say to Ezerak, "Some have said that elemental mana is being used to somewhat balance the imbalance, if one were trying to conceal the imbalance for as long as possible one might use vast amounts of elemental energy in one's control to do that."

Ezerak says to Asildu, "Interesting that you included demons, if you are excluding extraplanar beings."

Kethrai says, "I think every time we've asked that question of everyone, we've heard... The Heralds, the Immortals, some demons, maybe some other extra-planar beings."

Kethrai sighs.

Asildu asks Elurora, "That, I can explain. But I may need a moment, and I don't want to miss too many questions. Unless everyone was willing to hold their thoughts a moment?"

Jaelia says to Kerennya, "I really am not certain why everyone seems focused on the Immortals or the Heralds when both are under attack. I would assume what party or greater being would have the most to gain by those two powers losing standing or fighting each other."

Allye angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at Asildu.

Elurora says to Asildu, "I don't mind waiting for the others."

Rhainn says, "The Liraxes mentioned the Defiler was free."

Elurora smiles at Asildu.

Tirost says to Asildu, "No, please answer that question first."

Madigan moves into position to block attacks against Tirost!

Madigan puts his coffee in his traveler's pack.

Asildu says to Ezerak, "Demons are in a bit of a class of their own, at times."

Crobin moves over to guard Leayne.

Nawain frowns.

Illiya quietly says to Elurora, "I am interested to know that too."

Ezerak says to Asildu, "I see."

Jaelia nods at Illiya, obviously agreeing with her views.

Elurora flashes a wide grin at Illiya.

Elurora nods to Illiya.

Zynell nods at Asildu, obviously agreeing with his views.

Asildu says, "Okay... so, I know others asked questions already. If you want to hold onto them, we can circle back, as it seems everyone has an interest in the one asked by this young lady."

Asildu gestures at Elurora.

Elurora blushes, the tips of her ears turning a delicate scarlet hue.

Kethrai nods to Asildu.

Elurora nods to Asildu.

Aerilia nods to Asildu.

Ezerak nods to Asildu.

Allye nods to Asildu.

Nawain nods in agreement.

Rileos says to Asildu, "I'd like one after you explain, please."

Asildu nods to Rileos.

Rileos says, "A question, that is."

Rileos nods.

Asildu says, "To answer the question, I'll need to explain a few things."

Elurora gazes at Asildu.

Rhainn gazes at Asildu.

Asildu says, "And maybe those things will answer other questions."

Illiya gazes at Asildu.

Riverlynn says, "Can someone repeat the question as well? So much has been said."

Allye smiles at Asildu.

Tirost says to Riverlynn, "We want to know why he has come."

Kethrai quietly says to Riverlynn, "Why he came now of all times."

Riverlynn nods to Kethrai.

Riverlynn says, "Perfect."

Asildu says, "As you all have become aware, I am a scholar. My area of expertise and interest is the Heralds."

Elurora nods to Asildu.

Kethrai jots down some notes.

Asildu says, "I have been fascinated with them for as long as I can remember. When my mother first told me the story of Lanival and his "dragons," I couldn't get the thought out of my mind that these beings of such immense power were out there, somewhere."

You get a white ash pipe with a raven-shaped bowl from inside your silk backpack.

Asildu says, "I began studying. The usual books, at first. Your standard libraries, with the information about the the War of Tears and the Resistance War. These only piqued my interest more. It wasn't enough. I needed to know more."

You get some Gold Crown tobacco from inside your tobacco pouch.

You put your tobacco in your ash pipe.

You touch some Gold Crown tobacco with a glowing finger, and it quickly catches fire.

You puff away on your ash pipe.

Nawain gazes at Asildu.

(Kerennya leans forward, listening intently to Asildu's story.)

Rileos runs his fingers through his hair.

Kerennya sits down on the padded bench.

Asildu says, "So I embarked on a mission. I left my family. I left society. I spent my years searching for some sign of the Dragons from the history books. But the ones said to have taken on a form here in this world weren't enough. I wanted to know about the others."

Elurora furrows her brow.

Allye gazes at Asildu.

Kerennya acts puzzled.

Jaelia smiles at Asildu.

Asildu says, "Every clue I found, every place of history I examined, it's... over time, I began to feel different. As if my time around these locations with residual energy, artifacts, the more I learned... the more connected I felt to the Heralds. Much like Miraena spoke of visions, I feel... a connection. Something deeper than a vision."

Elurora raises an eyebrow.

You take a long drag off of your ash pipe.

You breathe out some tobacco smoke. A rich scent of strong tobacco fills the air, carrying mysterious hints of spice.

Ezerak gazes at Asildu.

Aerilia ponders.

Allye nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Rhainn ponders.

Asildu says, "And through this connection, I could feel their displeasure with the way of magic. This extensive use of sorcery. What they find an abuse."

Vaerek holds a blue iris high into the air for all to see.

Kethrai observes Vaerek with fascination.

Jaelia nods emphatically at Asildu.

Asildu says, "I realized I needed to spread this message. To let everyone know that their ire is rising."

Tirost glances at Saragos.

You dryly ask, "Why is your name an anagram of one of Lanival's dragons? Did your mother do that, too, or did you start calling yourself that aspirationally?"

Illiya chuckles at you!

You puff away on your ash pipe.

Kintryn coughs.

Asildu says to you, "That credit goes to my mother, though I'm fond of it."

Asildu smirks.

Kethrai gives you a friendly nudge as he brushes the tip of his tail against your waist.

Nawain giggles.

You give Asildu a slight nod.

Madigan asks Rileos, "Isn't this the convenient messenger and scholar that told us last time tht his memories were replaced in his head? Or, was that a different one?"

Kintryn says, "Question answered."

Nawain covers her mouth with her hand.

Asildu says, "I've lost memories, yes."

Rileos says to Madigan, "No that's this guy who just told us all about his past."

Kintryn glances at Asildu.

Illiya asks Asildu, "Oh? What kind of memories?"

Asildu says, "I don't remember where I came from."

Illiya ponders.

Saragos says, "Except your mother."

Asildu says, "If you ask me from which city I hail, I don't know."

Rileos nods to Saragos.

Nawain observes Asildu with fascination.

Illiya asks Asildu, "What is your earliest memory?"

Madigan grunts at Asildu.

Vaerek shows Asildu his blue iris.

Asildu says to Saragos, "My mother is the one who taught me of the Heralds. I can't forget her."

Madigan takes a sip of his coffee.

Kintryn says, "More important duties call."

Sliyder says, "Perhaps the hills above knife clan."

Asildu says to Illiya, "Vague memories of bedtime stories about the Heralds. Beyond that, I remember little of my schooling, outside that which I took on as an adult through my guild."

Kintryn glances at Asildu.

Allye ponders.

Elurora says to Asildu, "Did your memory loss happen all at once or over time? If that isn't too personal."

Shaylynne ponders.

Asildu says to Elurora, "Over time. As my connection grew. The longer I was away from society."

Kintryn curtsies to Asildu.

Allye asks Asildu, "Do many memories remain that aren't linked to the Heralds in some way?"

Elurora nods to Asildu.

Sliyder nods to Asildu.

Asildu nods to Kintryn.

You are distracted for just a moment by a sharp whistle from the shadows. You look back towards Kintryn, but she is simply no longer there.

Asildu shakes his head at Allye.

Madigan takes a sip of his coffee.

Rileos says to Asildu, "That seems real convenient you forgettin that stuff except what you just told us now that you can't walk it back. What's being a big dragon like? It seems pretty fun."

Allye gazes at Asildu.

Asildu says to Allye, "My life has become the Heralds."

Riverlynn gazes thoughtfully at Asildu.

Allye says to Asildu, "I see."

Illiya says to Asildu, "That is what it sounds like.."

Jaelia says to Asildu, "If it helps, I do understand. The closer you become to the object of your devotion, the more you become a being of idea and their nature and sometimes the mortal shell seems all that really tethers us, and the rest does fall away."

Briaen shakes his head.

Asildu says to Rileos, "I'm not sure what I would need to walk back. I told you what I recall. As it pertains to my experience in my studies with the Heralds."

Elurora softly says to Asildu, "It is good of you to answer what questions you can. I know we have had many."

Asildu says, "Had I spoke of siblings, or my favorite toy as a child, I would understand questioning."

Casari asks, "You said the dragons weren't enough and you needed the others. So you found the dragons, then?"

You take a long drag off of your ash pipe.

You allow a line of smoke to rise from your mouth. The scent of Gold Crown follows the image.

Ezerak nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.

Madigan adjusts his half plate.

Ezerak says to Elurora, "It is all I can do to not just list all of mine."

Asildu says to Casari, "I realized those dragons were no longer fully Heralds. I sought the ones who retained their power to the highest extent."

Kethrai asks Asildu, "You've answered why you came in a general sense, but not why you came specifically now, of all times. Sorcery has been overused for... ages and ages. What was it about the current moment that incited you to come spread your message?"

Madigan raises his hand in a quick salute.

Elurora nods to Ezerak.

Sir Madigan went through a silver arch.

Elurora quietly says to Ezerak, "I can only imagine."

Illiya nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Saragos asks Asildu, "If you experience your knowledge of the Heralds as a 'connection', and their will as a feeling, then having lost your memories, how do you know this isn't something else that someone has filled you with?"

Asildu says to Kethrai, "The sense I feel has been getting worse. Rather than let it get... even more worse - I felt it necessary to come forward."

Elurora chews on her lip, looking deep in concentration.

Tirost asks Asildu, "I hear you, but with respect, your message is not a new one: that the Heralds disdain sorcery. Yet they did not step in to stop Lyras or other threats that would have erased us from the Book of Life. Is there more you can tell of us of wild magic, or where our friends are being held?"

Asildu says to Saragos, "One does not mistake the power of the Heralds."

Briaen says, "I will stand for the proclamation of heresy in this temple no longer. I advise this audience give this deceiver no further of their rapt attention."

Tirost glances at Briaen.

Briaen says to Asildu, "Be thankful we stand in a place of peace."

Aerilia glances at Briaen.

Briaen says to Asildu, "But I grant you no further boons should we cross paths again."

Elurora glances at Briaen.

Nawain glances at Briaen.

Asildu says to Tirost, "This, I'm afraid, falls into the realm of what I don't know. The Heralds have their reasons, but they don't speak of them. So I can't know them."

You arch your eyebrow.

Elizzibiana chuckles.

Kethrai observes Briaen with fascination.

Kethrai observes Asildu with fascination.

Asildu nods to Briaen.

You observe Briaen with fascination.

Knight Penitent Briaen went through a silver arch.

Nawain ponders.

Jaelia says to Saragos, "To be fair - there are only a few outcomes: They really are a being who is a scholar and communes with an understanding and devotion to the Heralds, they are something else and are disguising themselves to lead us astray, or they are completely mad or a charlatan or combination of those. I do understand these things as I am often in those states myself."

Elizzibiana says, "Gunny words com ing from a supposedly redeemed necromancer."

Saragos says to Asildu, "I don't know if you should call yourself a scholar. More a mystic. Your knowledge of them seems not to be based on scholarship at all, but sensation."

Elurora rubs her head.

Rhainn nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Illiya says to Asildu, "Do you think that the Heralds are behind the wild magic we'."

Asildu says to Saragos, "If we're discussing my connection, sure. But when discussing my reading and scholarly research, that's different."

Illiya asks Asildu, "Do you think that the Heralds are behind the wild magic we're experiencing?"

Asildu shakes his head at Illiya.

Asildu says to Illiya, "This is where I come back to my message, that people are reluctant to hear."

Rhainn gazes at Asildu.

Saragos says to Asildu, "Well, please, share some of your scholarly research with us. Because all I've heard is The Resistance War this, and the War of Tears that. All things we know already."

Nawain gnaws on her lip.

Asildu says, "The Heralds watch over magic because of its unstable tendancies."

The Gold Crown tobacco in your a white ash pipe with a raven-shaped bowl goes out and crumbles away.

You gnaw on the pipe.

Casari says, "We're reluctant to hear it because it seems like your Heralds are the most likely culprit in the abductions. Like I said before: Priorities."

Elurora slowly asks Asildu, "Do you know if the Heralds and the Immortals are odds, not only when it comes to this but in general?"

Elurora shifts her weight.

Asildu says, "The Heralds have no reason to be at odds with beings to which they have no need to pay mind."

Ezerak says to Asildu, "Apologies if this seems like it is turning into an interrogation again."

Elurora gazes thoughtfully at Asildu.

Zynell grins at Asildu.

Zynell chortles softly at some secret joke.

Jaelia says, "You all are reluctant to hear it in the way you are sometimes reluctant to hear the words of the Immortals when they are not kind and what we want to hear. I want to hear what he has to say, and I serve Phelim. If the Heralds have any issue with particular Immortals, Those involved with the World Dragon rank high on that list. But I've been seeking any who can speak more of the Heralds."

Asildu nods politely to Ezerak.

Asildu says to Ezerak, "The questions have slowed, at least."

Asildu chuckles.

Allye gazes at Jaelia.

You softly ask yourself, "Is there some way everyone could be correct?"

You ponder.

Elurora gazes thoughtfully at you.

Saragos glances at you.

Saragos asks you, "What are you thinking?"

Riverlynn cocks her head at you.

Aerilia whispers something to Saragos.

Nawain glances at you.

Jaelia smiles at you.

Vaerek says to you, "We are all correct. I know I am always correct."

Elurora asks you, "Like sorcery helps with the balance but too much hurts it? Or did you mean something else?"

Saragos casually observes the area.

Vaerek says to you, "Until I'm not."

Vaerek looks at you and shrugs.

Crobin chuckles at Vaerek.

Kethrai says, "There could be yet a... fourth?... faction at play who's responsible, that the Heralds, the Immortals, and Liraxes aren't aware of."

Nawain gnaws on her lip.

You say, "We've heard that something is siphoning away energy from the overall system of the planes. We've heard that elemental energy is being used to prop up some of that loss. We've heard that low sorcery somehow also counteracts that loss. We've heard that the heralds are against all forms of sorcery. We've heard that the immortals are against high sorcery."

Tirost nods to Kethrai.

You say, "These things are not... strictly... contradictory."

Elurora gives you a slight nod.

Jaelia nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Tirost says to you, "That is a theory worth pursuing, in my view."

Nawain nods in agreement.

Illiya nods.

Casari says, "It would make sense if the Heralds wanted our plane to be annihilated, yes."

You say, "We've heard that Liraxes is against teleologic sorcery..."

Saragos says to you, "Well, Liraxes said that what the Heralds want isn't great for the balance it's seeking. But sure, go on."

You nod to Saragos.

Rileos scratches distractedly at his beard.

Tirost says to you, "Which, if he is a being a the Plane of Probability, makes sense."

Asildu says, "The Heralds watch over magic to AVOID the plane being annihilated."

Kethrai says, "If Liraxes is a being from the Plane of Probability, that would be a normal grudge to hold, I'd think."

You say, "The heralds may not be concerned with preserving our existence."

Kethrai nods to Tirost.

Rhainn asks, "Admittedly, I'm very young, and ignorant. But the Liraxes said the Defiler was free. That has to fit in somewhere. What does that mean?"

Tirost nods to Kethrai.

You raise an eyebrow in Asildu's direction.

Rileos says, "Somebody really should've gotten Liraxes to write that math down or somethin."

You nod to Tirost.

Casari says to Asildu, "So you say."

Ezerak asks Saragos, "But perhaps all of these entities have different concepts of what that balance should be?"

Asildu says to Casari, "I can't force you to believe me, but I can at least say what I know."

Tirost nods to Ezerak.

Jaelia says to Asildu, "We'd love to hear you continue as well."

Kethrai asks Rhainn, "I think they'd usually use 'defiler' to refer to Moon Mages... It said one was 'free'?"

You say, "It comes back around to, we need to identify who is siphoning off the energy, or benefits from it. They have the motive to abduct those who were leading investigation into the wild magic."

Ezerak asks Asildu, "If I may?"

Asildu nods to Ezerak.

Rhainn says, "I believe that's what I heard."

Allye looks thoughtfully at you.

Leayne blinks.

Tirost nods to you.

Saragos gazes at you.

Casari says to Kethrai, "No, it said one wasn't present. When we asked about the people who were taken and named them, including a Moon Mage. Miskton. Miskton the 'defiler' wasn't here. Because he's trapped, or at leaste we hope that's all."

Ezerak asks Asildu, "Why do the Heralds care so much about this plane? If this one were destroyed, could they not exist on a different one?"

Elurora tilts her head inquisitively.

Saragos nods to Tirost.

Tirost nods to Saragos.

Allye furrows her brow.

Vaerek says, "According to some all moon mages are 'Defilers'."

Asildu asks Ezerak, "The Heralds have seen their home destroyed before. If you could prevent your home from being destroyed so you didn't have to move again, wouldn't you rather that?"

Elurora blinks at Asildu.

Vaerek says, "The children of Grazhir."

Jaelia nods in agreement.

Rhainn asks, "Isn't Tezirah trapped in the Plane of Probability?"

Ezerak nods to Asildu.

Ezerak asks Asildu, "Where was their home before?"

Kethrai nods to Rhainn.

Knight of Meraud Tirost went through a silver arch.

Sliyder says, "Tezirah has come up a couple times."

Asildu says to Ezerak, "History books, even the obscure ones, provide no name. Only that it was not here."

Rhainn gazes at Kethrai in bright-eyed gratitude.

Nawain frowns.

Ezerak gives a slight nod.

You say, "Who benefits from the failure of the system? The system maintains the bulwark, perhaps, so demons benefit. Who benefits from amassing ludicrous amounts of energy? Someone attempting some kind of ascension, perhaps."

Elurora asks Asildu, "Do you know if anything else came with them?"

Allye nods to you.

Illiya gazes thoughtfully at you.

Aerilia ponders.

Asildu says to Elurora, "Not to my knowledge. But if the annals of history didn't record it, we wouldn't have any way to know."

Elurora nods to Asildu.

Elurora smiles at Asildu.

Leayne frowns.

Shaylynne asks Asildu, "If you don't remember where you came from, what is the earliest place you do remember being?"

Saragos says to you, "Maybe the energy has propped up the failing system, and there's a leak elsewhere."

Elurora says to Asildu, "I'm trying to figure out what other powerful being might fall into the category of something that could turn off magic or kidnap our people, so something that snuck along for the ride could fall into that."

Allye asks you, "Might Asildu know if the Heralds have any cause for concern over the dragon Ael'tharaxus' recent activities?"

You nod to Saragos.

You nod to Allye.

Asildu says to Shaylynne, "The Crossing Bards Guild."

Asildu smiles at Shaylynne.

Casari says, "You know, you could prove some of what you're saying if you took another Bard to one of those places of the Heralds' remnant power on this plane."

Shaylynne nods to Asildu.

Shaylynne smiles.

Asildu smiles at Casari.

Ezerak says to Asildu, "Oh, are you a Bard? I meant to ask about your guild earlier, when you mentioned it."

Ezerak blushes, the tips of his ears turning a deep shade of red.

Asildu nods to Ezerak.

Jaelia says, "I am also very concerned always of Euldath, but it is Drogor who keeps reminding us about him."

Vaerek beams at Ezerak!

Soul Surgeon Zynell's group went through a silver arch.

Nawain takes a seat near Elurora.

You say, "Someone trying to... monopolize magic, or gain advantage over magic users, would benefit from the situation, although someone with such concerns might not have the power to pull this off."

Elurora nods to Nawain.

Elurora stands near Nawain.

Asildu asks Casari, "I could. But what fun would that be to make it so easy on you when it took me years to accomplish?"

Asildu says, "One must earn that power."

Casari narrows her eyes.

Casari asks, "Are you seriously talking about FUN right now?"

Vaerek says to Ezerak, "I think learning the guilds these visitors represent is important."

Allye nods to you.

Asildu says to Casari, "A literal one, I see."

Asildu says, "Noted."

Saragos says to you, "That's... the first time anyone's made me care about the bigger problems since my wife disappeared. I don't care if I never cast a spell again - if magic can limp across the finish line well enough for me to do that, I'll be happy. But now you've put that in my sights again."

Ezerak nods to Vaerek.

Riverlynn smirks.

Saragos says to you, "I'm not sure if I'm happy or angry at you."

You nod to Saragos.

You cough.

You smirk.

Allye grins at Saragos.

You say, "Ahm, if the bulwark imprisons something, as some have speculated, then the situation benefits that being. It may be released."

Asildu says to Casari, "Let me rephrase. Such knowledge requires years of dedication. I've no intention of leading anyone straight to what I spent my life working to achieve."

Rhainn gazes thoughtfully at you.

Rileos just left.

Ezerak quietly says to Saragos, "I find that when it comes to emotion, both, or any combination of all of them, is possible."

Casari says, "Even when the survival of the plane might depend on it."

Jaelia says, "The problem is it could be being we don't even know yet."

Ezerak ponders.

Asildu says to Casari, "The survival of the plane does not depend on a remnant of a time in history. It sounds like it depends on an answer to the current problem in the present."

Saragos says to Asildu, "You know, that's what makes me distrust you the most. You're the first scholar that I've ever met in my life that hasn't been overjoyed to have questions about their area of interest."

Reriyn came through a silver arch.

Elurora nods to Ezerak.

You dryly say to Saragos, "A dragon must guard its hoard..."

Jaelia says to you, "But I agree - if we keep going for the easy answers a shadow party wins easily."

Ezerak grins at you, his dimples flashing into view.

Casari says, "If your aim is to get us to listen to your message, the best way to do it is to convince someone. You could convince Bards, and they could convince others. Others who you will never convince of anything because you lack credibility."

Sliyder glances at Asildu.

A sudden swell of mana washes through you, setting your nerves atingle.

Vaerek asks Asildu, "When I think of plane I think of reality. What plane do you think of?"

You frown.

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

[Temple of Light, Alcove of Albreda]

Also here: Reriyn, Shadow Tracker Sliyder, Breath of the Heralds Asildu, Mother Jaelia who is emanating a benevolent holy aura, Tempest Knight Saragos, Riverlynn, Shh'oiyvh-ur Ograth Elizzibiana who is shadowed by the spectral image of a grey-eyed viper formed of fire and smoke, Vaerek, Tipsy Trailblazer Shaylynne who is encircled by ethereal phofe flowers, Life Weaver Ysilda, Bioenchantress Allye who is haloed by ethereal lotus and gladiolus blooms dancing in a gentle breeze, Strawberry Nurse Illiya, High Priestess Maraisel who is shrouded in ghostly flames, Pilgrim Nawain who is sitting, Truthseeker Elurora whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light, Mageling Aerilia, Mountain Lord Ezerak, Firehawk Casari, Intern Rhainn, War Healer Rejind, Lord of Elamiri Gridaksma, Heart Tender Kethrai and Sublime Mender Kerennya who is sitting.

Aerilia furrows her brow.

You get some Warm Night tobacco from inside your tobacco pouch.

You put your tobacco in your ash pipe.

You touch some Warm Night tobacco with a glowing finger, and it quickly catches fire.

Asildu says, "I'm not sure there is much I could do to convince you. People don't know the Heralds the way they do the Immortals. You will naturally be more likely to trust that which you know."

Elurora nods at Ezerak, obviously agreeing with his views.

You puff away on your ash pipe.

Casari says, "I literally gave you a path toward it, and you refused."

Ezerak nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.

Asildu says, "Miraena and I demonstrated the same gift the other evening that had been demonstrated by another... messenger... yet, it was not sufficient for us, the way it was for them."

You say, "The heralds motives as we understand them have largely been to suppress extreme acts of sorcery, I would argue that the abduction was such an act."

Jaelia asks Asildu, "If there was something we could do to assist the Heralds, what would it be?"

Saragos says to Asildu, "I want to be clear about something. I don't know if you're lying to us or not, but I don't trust you. I'm also not interested in a fight - I'm too busy to fight. If I find you nosing around Arhat's Tower, though, I'm going to assume the worst."

Elurora slowly says, "Unaka also came with a vision of an ox..."

You say, "Therefore it would make sense for the heralds to react to the abduction."

You puff away on your ash pipe.

Asildu says to Elurora, "Did she? I'd not heard."

Rhainn asks Asildu, "Does your loack of memories not concern you? That you perhaps may have been deceived?"

Asildu shakes his head at Rhainn.

Illiya nods to Elurora.

Aerilia says to Asildu, "To speak to that point - and only that point - while the gift of language is impressive, it was Unaka's ability to cast the full spectrum of holy magic that I found more convincing."

Kethrai nods at Aerilia, obviously agreeing with her views.

Illiya asks Asildu, "And Unaka could cast Cleric magic.. do you have other abilities?"

Elurora says to Asildu, "Yes, we were getting ready to try something in the Paladin guild in Crossing when we were all struck by a warmth, we heard some words, were snuggled by an ox, then Unaka appeared with us."

Asildu asks Aerilia, "Spells serve as proof?"

Aerilia says, "When it is beyond the normal mortal means, yes."

Kethrai says, "Spells generally reserved for Clerics, being cast by a Paladin, serve as some proof of divine backing at least."

Aerilia nods to Kethrai.

Asildu says, "As my connection to the Heralds has grown, I have found myself capable of casting magic beyond that of my guild. Elemental, still, of course."

Vaerek blinks.

Aerilia says, "I would love to witness that, if you would humor us."

Sliyder says, "Interesting."

Riverlynn folds her arms across her chest.

Allye says, "The clerics also foresaw her coming. That led me to trust her more, personally."

Elurora slowly says, "The spells helped but two different visions helped more, at least to me."

Elurora nods at Allye, obviously agreeing with her views.

Illiya nods at Allye, obviously agreeing with her views.

Casari says, "Doing magic might prove that you've found something unusual. It won't prove that the Heralds have our best interest in mind."

Asildu says to Elurora, "Perhaps I can beseech the Heralds to aid me with a vision, then. They've little reason to listen, but."

Asildu shrugs.

Illiya says, "Unaka resembles a person image in a Cleric vision that we saw at Jaelia's last vigil."

Asildu traces a geometric sigil in the air.

You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Swirling Winds spell.

You smile at Asildu.

Elurora grins at Asildu.

Asildu gestures.

A faint breeze surrounds him.

Asildu traces a geometric sigil in the air.

You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Sure Footing spell.

Elizzibiana says, "She of the winds, I wonder."

Allye gazes at Asildu.

Asildu gestures.

Asildu looks steadier.

Illiya says, "Swirling Winds, Sure Footing."

Vaerek blinks.

Casari says, "I can do that. Do more."

Elurora asks Asildu, "Perhaps if it is in their interest to convince us?"

Asildu traces a geometric sigil in the air.

You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Rage of the Clans spell.

Elizzibiana says, "Its been almost a hundred years now."

Ezerak chuckles at Casari.

Asildu says, "I'll cast a mix here."

Allye angles her ears forward in curiosity.

Vaerek gasps!

Elizzibiana says, "Just a touch less than I've walked this side of the lands."

You give a slight nod.

Asildu says, "Of Bardic and Warrrior Mage, I mean."

Allye says, "Oh."

Aerilia nods to Asildu.

Allye clears her throat.

Asildu gestures.

A wild fervor flashes in Asildu's eyes.

Asildu traces a geometric sigil in the air.

You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Tailwind spell.

Illiya says, "Range of the Clans."

Vaerek asks, "But what about Miraena's flower?"

Asildu gestures.

The wind begins to shift until it blows gently from behind Asildu's back.

Casari says, "Show us some Dragon's Breath and a naga. And then show us some proof that the Heralds care about our survival."

Illiya says, "Tailwind.."

Asildu traces a geometric sigil in the air.

You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Substratum spell.

Vaerek shakes his blue iris at Asildu.

Vaerek exclaims, "Our promise!"

Aerilia nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Illiya nods at Casari, obviously agreeing with her views.

Asildu says to Vaerek, "No sorcery."

Asildu gestures.

A network of thin lines form around him, then quickly fade away.

Vaerek gasps!

Asildu says, "Merely different Elemental spells."

You say, "It's all elemental, there's no sorcery."

Illiya says, "Substratum."

Vaerek blinks.

Kethrai nods.

Elurora nods to you.

Asildu traces a geometric sigil in the air.

You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Redeemer's Pride spell.

Allye nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Asildu gestures.

Shaylynne whispers something to Allye.

Kethrai says, "But -- it IS more than should be possible for a Bard."

Asildu traces a geometric sigil in the air.

You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Gam Irnan spell.

Illiya says, "Redeemer's Pride."

Aerilia nods.

You nod to Kethrai.

Asildu gestures.

Helixes and cross-patterns of brownish-white crystals grow rapidly across Asildu.

Ezerak nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Kerennya looks thoughtfully at Asildu.

Jaelia says, "We already know the Heralds care about the survival of this World simply because they have not destroyed it yet, and are likely to not want to find a new home. While the Immortals probably do not like co-existing with another formidable power outside of their own - they have for a reason. That is enough proof for me."

Illiya says, "Gam Irman."

You dryly say, "Although I think we've only seen two bard spells? So they could be a warrior mage with a fiddle."

You smirk.

Asildu asks, "Shall I continue?"

Shaylynne nods to you.

Kethrai is giggling at you.

Saragos says to Asildu, "If you'd be so kind as to demonstrate with spells other than what you'd use to prepare for combat, that'd be great."

Aerilia says, "He's at least proven it's not merely a collection of temporarily memorized spells."

Aerilia says to Asildu, "Thank you."

Casari says to Jaelia, "You're assuming the Heralds have the power to destroy it. I have no reason to believe that. It's just as likely they're trying to destroy it right now, and this is the result."

Asildu says to Saragos, "I'm not here to fight. I would hope there'd be no need for that."

Saragos looks at Asildu and shrugs.

Illiya nods to Casari.

Allye trills, her ears relaxing minutely back against her head.

Jaelia asks Casari, "Of course they do - why else would the World Dragon have been brought into being?"

Elurora says, "We are in a place of peace."

Illiya says to Asildu, "No offense but why should we do what the Heralds want? It's not like historically they have always acted in our best interest."

Vaerek asks Asildu, "Are you saying if we all cease sorcery we could eventually, someday, maybe cast spells the way you do?"

Saragos says to Asildu, "I'd give a lot for you to be willing to beseech the Heralds for a vision, though. Don't really care what spells you can cast."

Jaelia asks, "That aside - I believe the Immortals and Heralds choose to co-exist. And that is enough for me. What can we possibly do to aid the Heralds or what do they seek?"

Casari nods to Saragos.

Elizzibiana says to Asildu, "What do you know of the one that called herself She of the Winds, or the one that was called Northeastern Sentinal? That letter was intercepted near a hundred years ago, I was there that day."

Vaerek asks, "Without blowing up?"

Asildu says to Vaerek, "I can't say that, no. But it would help restore the balance."

Vaerek ponders.

Vaerek holds a blue iris in both hands and closes his eyes in concentration.

You frown.

Vaerek says, "Seems too good to be true."

Asildu says to Saragos, "I can try. I've never asked them for anything before. Not sure they'll even notice. But, I can meditate on it."

You say, "Liraxes said a cessation of all sorcery would accelerate the systemic issues."

Allye nods to you.

Nawain yawns expansively.

Nawain rubs her nose.

Asildu says to Illiya, "It's a choice, in the end. I bring the message. All I can do is pray it is heard."

You puff away on your ash pipe.

Jaelia smiles at Asildu.

Illiya says to Asildu, "If they want us to heed it, hopefully they can provide a more convincing message that it is indeed what they want."

Saragos nods to Illiya.

Illiya says, "The Heralds don't usually send messengers with sketchy histories and vague stories to try and convince us of things. They can wipe out entire armies in one moment."

Riverlynn runs her fingers lightly over her leather fob, and it shines brightly for a moment. Suddenly, a mug of cinnamon mocha coffee appears in her hand!

Riverlynn offers Nawain a mug of cinnamon mocha coffee.

Nawain accepts Riverlynn's mocha coffee.

Jaelia asks Asildu, "Do you want us to pray with you, in our way, if it helps, to help open that conduit of power potentially?"

Nawain blinks.

Nawain beams at Riverlynn!

Vaerek says, "Well, I personally made a promise and I will not be so quick to break it."

Riverlynn nods to Nawain.

Nawain takes a sip of her coffee.

Asildu says to Illiya, "They didn't send me. I sent myself, due to what I felt through the connection."

Allye nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Saragos says to Illiya, "To be fair, the histories aren't clear if Sraan Mehath did that to themselves, or whether it was a punishment."

A wisp of smoke curls out of your ash pipe.

Ezerak says to Saragos, "Indeed. The histories are so often quite unclear."

Illiya says to Saragos, "Either way I think if they want us to do as they wish they should provide a more convincing message."

Ezerak sighs.

Allye asks Asildu, "Apologies for another tangent. Along Anuril's previous thoughts of what else might be the source of all this: you mentioned earlier that you are no Dragon Priest. Do you sense if the Heralds have any cause for concern that their dragon emperor Ael'tharaxus is claimed to have "ascended" in some way?"

Elizzibiana says to Asildu, "I take it from your ignoring of my question then you do not know anything of them. Interesting."

Rhainn asks Riverlynn, "Do you have more coffee?"

Asildu says to Elizzibiana, "Apologies. I know little, beyond what is written. I've never met her."

Rhainn smiles at Riverlynn.

(Jaelia sits, folding her legs carefully and arranging the skirts of her gown before she begins a meditative prayer of her own.)

Riverlynn offers Rhainn a mug of hot creamed coffee.

Rhainn accepts Riverlynn's hot creamed coffee.

Riverlynn says, "I do."

Elizzibiana says to Asildu, "I asked of you knew anything about her or the sentinal, that is all."

Rhainn exclaims, "Thank you so much!"

Rhainn takes a sip of her coffee.

Riverlynn nods to Rhainn.

Elizzibiana nods.

Asildu says to Elizzibiana, "It wasn't my intent to ignore. Again, numerous questions at once. I'm only one mind and one pair of lips."

You pace back and forth.

Elizzibiana says to Asildu, "I know that, it does get quite mad at times."

Ezerak nods at Elizzibiana, obviously agreeing with her views.

Allye nods in agreement.

Asildu says to Kethrai, "Not to my knowledge."

Kethrai casually observes the area.

Nawain takes a sip of her coffee.

Kethrai points at Allye.

Kethrai angles his ears forward in curiosity.

You grin at Kethrai.

Allye exclaims, "Oh!"

Asildu says, "But, I do think I have disrupted your gathering enough for now."

Allye nods to Asildu.

You say, "I think that was an answer to Allye's question."

Jaelia intones:

"Phelim, if it be your Will - Can you Provide a Vision or Insight into the Words this Scholar speaks?: Lemicus, can you open your knowledge and flow like the rivers into our mind to reveal hidden secrets

We ask Drogor, you of the deep seas and deeper knowledge

And to Meraud and Eluned, so often at odds, but keepers of knoweldge each in their own domains

Reveal the Truth of the Heralds to us so we may serve

If this will help restore balance or fight that which harms you and them."

Jaelia waves some fragrant incense over herself.

Rhainn takes a sip of her coffee.

Asildu says, "Ah, could be. So many new faces."

Jaelia gazes upward.

Jaelia waves some fragrant incense over herself.

Asildu nods to you.

Kethrai says, "Highest flattery that I could be mistaken for her."

Jaelia places her hands on her thighs and bows deeply at the waist towards Asildu, holding the position for a moment before returning upright.

Shh'oiyvh-ur Ograth Elizzibiana went through a silver arch.

Allye grins sheepishly at Kethrai.

Illiya smiles at Kethrai, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Asildu chuckles.

You give Kethrai a gentle poke in the ribs.

Elurora bows to Asildu.

Asildu says, "It is a good looking group."

Asildu nods.

The Warm Night tobacco in your a white ash pipe with a raven-shaped bowl goes out and crumbles away.

You say to Kethrai, "Oh, you're going to have to step up your snack game now."

Rhainn curtsies to Asildu.

Elurora says to Asildu, "Thank you for answering our questions."

Asildu says, "I thank you all for your time and for allowing me to observe."

Kerennya smiles at Asildu.

Jaelia says, "Thank you for the discussion."

Illiya says to Asildu, "Thank you for speaking with us again."

Aerilia nods to Asildu.

Allye says, "Yes. Thank you."

Illiya nods in agreement.

Asildu nods.

Sliyder says, "Talk soon, Sildua."

Sliyder nods to Asildu.

Asildu chuckles.

Rhainn takes a sip of her coffee.

Asildu bows.

Sliyder snickers.

Nawain takes a sip of her coffee.

Breath of the Heralds Asildu went through a silver arch.

Sliyder says, "Haha."

Illiya asks Kethrai, "Will you cater my next party?"

Elurora gazes at a silver arch.

Shaylynne gazes at a silver arch.

Aerilia nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Riverlynn casually observes the area.

Sliyder says, "Welp."

Saragos shakes his head.

Jaelia asks Illiya, "Are cupcakes not enough for your parties anymore?"

Kethrai says to Illiya, "Oh no, I don't have that kind of magic."

Vaerek puts his iris in his surveyor's case.

Illiya grins at Jaelia, her dimples flashing into view.

Jaelia exclaims to Illiya, "You got fancy!"

Saragos says, "I feel like I just had my time wasted."

Ezerak sighs.

Shaylynne says to Kethrai, "Take out boxes for all."

Jaelia grins at Saragos.

Shaylynne nods to Kethrai.

Illiya says to Jaelia, "Nooo the cupcakes are perfect."

Aerilia says, "Talking in circles leaves one feeling that way, yes."

Sliyder nods.

Ezerak nods at Aerilia, obviously agreeing with her views.

Riverlynn nods in agreement.

Jaelia says to Saragos, "To be fair, most of it is a game that goes nowhere but you have to poke it just in case its the threads that does go somewhere."

Vaerek says, "What a mess we've gotten ourselve's into."

Jaelia says to Saragos, "If I had lost my wife, I would have ripped out my hair and set them on fire."

Elurora flashes a quick grin at Vaerek.

Kethrai says, "He either doesn't have or won't share the specific information we'd need to understand the Heralds better."

Allye sighs softly.

Vaerek says, "Was nice seeing you all."

Sliyder nods.

Allye nods to Vaerek.

Ezerak says, "It was the most we have gotten from him, though. And some interesting things at that. Though I do not feel we are any closer to finding our people."

Jaelia says to Saragos, "Temporarily of course, we will get her back."

Vaerek says, "Take care."

Vaerek waves.

Ezerak rubs his right eye.

Saragos says to Jaelia, "I'm working on that part."

Elurora gives Ezerak a slight nod.

Vaerek went through a silver arch.

Allye nods at Ezerak, obviously agreeing with his views.

Nawain makes a grunting noise.

Illiya looks with concern at Saragos.

Aerilia says, "His spellcraft was the slightest bit illuminating, at least. He's no mere bard."

Illiya says to Ezerak, "I don't feel that we are either unfortunately."

Illiya nods to Aerilia.

Kethrai nods to Aerilia.

Jaelia says to Saragos, "If it helps, I remember how super courteous and fawning over Book originally was. I do offer good faith if they are true, but I'm not dumb enough to not remember those things either."

Sliyder says, "Hopefully we can continue piecing this together so we know where to focus our energy."

Shaylynne says to Aerilia, "Or he's a warrior mage with two bard scrolls..."

Sliyder says, "Be safe all."

You nod to Shaylynne.

Saragos grins at Shaylynne.

You smirk.

Jaelia waves.

Casari says to Shaylynne, "I was wondering if anyone else was paying attention."

Jaelia just skipped out.

Illiya says, "He had more than two of each guild's spells."

Aerilia says to Shaylynne, "He cast at least three warrior mage spells, and bard spells to boot. I was counting."

Illiya nods.

Illiya says, "Me too."

Nawain ponders.

Aerilia says, "But.. yes, it could be the other way around."

Aerilia nods to Shaylynne.

Saragos says, "Another day, I'd be begging him to tell how he learned that. Today, that's so far down my list I can't even see it."

Nawain asks, "Could they somehow represent types of mana? The streams themselves?"

Nawain ponders.

Ezerak says, "Well, I'm certainly not ruling out that the Heralds are behind the imprisonment of our people, but I do lean more and more to believing that we're dealing with a multifaceted issue."

Casari says, "Regardless, even if he has power from the Heralds, he didn't prove they're not trying to wipe us all out."

Shadow Tracker Sliyder went through a silver arch.

Kethrai says to Nawain, "You know, somehow I wouldn't be surprised if Valenal was able to use all kinds of Lunar magic."

Nawain nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Elurora slowly says, "We have a Paladin with Cleric spells, a Bard with Warrior Mage spells. We just need the other two now."

Allye asks, "Though, if they wanted to do that, they could just wipe us all out? Why the games and the pleas to stop sorcery?"

Kethrai says, "Despite claiming to be a Warrior Mage himself..."

Elurora gazes off into the distance.

Casari asks Allye, "Could they?"

Illiya says to Casari, "True we don't know the Heralds' motivation. But we also don't know if he really bears the message of the Heralds either."

Ezerak says to Kethrai, "Might be they can use others too, considering their stance on sorcery."

Allye says to Casari, "I've never met a Herald, so I suppose I can't say. But we've been led to believe they have such power."

Kethrai nods to Ezerak.

Allye nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Casari says, "Or maybe they're stuck trying to fight the Immortals right now, and they can't do a darned thing here."

Casari shrugs.

Kethrai says, "Or it may be that everything in our plane is so... fragile right now, they can't act except through indirect means."

Kethrai says, "Direct action might make things worse faster."

You get a primrose chamois cloth from inside your leather haversack.

You tap a white ash pipe with a raven-shaped bowl that you are holding.

You carefully clean the residue from your ash pipe.

Allye says, "Hmm, either of those could be true. I wish even one thing could be truly clear."

Illiya says, "I am leaning towards what Anuril said earlier, the elusive third party that we've yet to meet."

You make a grunting noise.

Ezerak says to Illiya, "Third? I think we're up to at least five by now."

Ezerak grins, revealing his dimples.

Illiya says, "Liraxes at least is totally unlike anything I've seen before.. I don't discount that there's more weird stuff out there from other planes."

Nawain giggles.

Allye appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Illiya says to Ezerak, "Well, yeah."

Illiya flashes a quick grin at Ezerak.

Riverlynn slowly says, "I am pretty ignorant to all of this, but if something had the power to turn off magic and didn't want people to use certain magics, couldnt they just keep magic off..."

Elurora gazes thoughtfully at Riverlynn.

Rhainn nods to Riverlynn.

Elurora says, "Maybe they can't keep it off."

Kethrai says to Riverlynn, "Unless they can't. They might only be able to suppress it."

Kethrai nods to Elurora.

Elurora nods to Kethrai.

Saragos says to Riverlynn, "Clearly the Heralds want magic on, for some reason. Or they'd have left it off a long time ago."

You say to Riverlynn, "A parent can douse all the candles in a home to make a child sleep, but the parent is still sitting in the dark."

Saragos says to Kethrai, "Or that, yeah."

Ezerak says to Riverlynn, "That is a question we've asked and not found an answer to so far."

Ezerak says, "Just suspicions."

Illiya gazes thoughtfully at you.

Riverlynn gives a slight nod.

Casari says, "Or Meraud told them 'no'."

Riverlynn says, "So they aren't -that- powerful."

Illiya says, "Meraud has saved us on at least one occasion."

Kethrai says, "If magic is integral to maintaining this plane, and that's what they all seem to want..."

Rhainn says, "It's dependent on us for some reason, it seems."

Elurora nods to Kethrai.

Allye ponders.

Nawain says, "I wonder if maybe magic passes through our.... plane? If magic is shut off to our plane, it can't pass downstream. Would be like daming the whole river."

Ezerak says to Casari, "Could he tell them no? If the Immortals are to the Heralds what we are to the Immortals, I cannot imagine they have much say in the matter."

Allye nods to Nawain.

Casari says to Ezerak, "I have literally no reason to belive that."

Ezerak nods at Casari, obviously agreeing with her views.

Ezerak says to Nawain, "That is one of the more interesting theories I have heard."

Saragos nods to Nawain.

Saragos says to Nawain, "I like that."

Kethrai says, "Well, one thing that Asildu said that was interesting, depending on whether it's true..."

Nawain says, "Can only shut it off for so long before it either finds another way, or damages something more important downstream."

Nawain blushes furiously!

Elurora touches Nawain with a confident grace and familiar smile.

Ezerak gazes at Kethrai.

Kethrai says, "That the Plane of Abiding is 'home' to the Heralds. Their previous home was destroyed, and they don't want to lose this one too."

Elurora nods to Kethrai.

Illiya nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Ezerak nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Allye says, "Hmm, true."

Kethrai says, "As opposed to the Immortals, who don't live on this plane, they have their own."

Ezerak says to Kethrai, "It was also interesting that he did not lump demons in with other extraplanar entities."

Kethrai nods to Ezerak.

Riverlynn frowns.

Illiya says, "But we are all at least somewhat religious, I think we are more prone to believe a messenger from the Immortals."

Nawain nods at Illiya, obviously agreeing with her views.

Aerilia nods to Illiya.

You say, "Well, there's extraplanar as in, from another nearby plane, and there's extraplanar as in, from the Void beyond the planes."

Kethrai nods to you.

You say, "A fire elemental and a demon are wildly different."

Kethrai says, "I interpreted the extraplanar entities to mean things like the Arbiter in Darkness, Emperor of the Line... Liraxes now, I suppose... Powerful Elementals..."

Ezerak says to you, "But so is a fire elemental and say, whatever Liraxes is, exactly."

Kethrai asks, "The Lord of the Void, maybe...?"

Kethrai glances at you.

You shake your head at Ezerak.

Illiya says, "If only Ayrell were here to host a Rooftop lecture about extraplanar entities."

Elurora nods at Illiya, obviously agreeing with her views.

Ezerak nods at Illiya, obviously agreeing with her views.

Elurora says to Illiya, "When she gets back."

You smile at Illiya.

Kerennya chuckles.

Nawain nods at Illiya, obviously agreeing with her views.

Ezerak quietly says to Illiya, "Her lectures are one of the things I miss most."

Maraisel smiles.

Maraisel pats Ezerak on the back.

Illiya gazes at Ezerak with a sympathetic look on her face.

Illiya nods to Ezerak.

Shaylynne says, "Before she was gone she was worried about two lectures in one night, when she gets back we'll have to tell her now we need even more than that."

Shaylynne nods to Ezerak.

Illiya grins at Shaylynne, her dimples flashing into view.

Elurora nods to Shaylynne.

Ezerak nods at Shaylynne, obviously agreeing with her views.

Elurora grins at Shaylynne.

Allye grins at Shaylynne.

Illiya says, "I guess I shall have to do some reading, which is not usually what I like to do."

Elurora pats Illiya on the back.

Shaylynne begins chortling at Illiya.

Kethrai asks, "But if the Heralds are from elsewhere, and that elsewhere isn't any of the nearby Planes, ARE they of the same... category, as demons? They just got in, while we've managed to keep the demons out?"

Elurora gazes thoughtfully at Kethrai.

Saragos says to Kethrai, "You know..."

Saragos says, "When we killed Maelshyve, we got some of her memories as well."

Nawain frowns.

You arch your eyebrow.

Kethrai angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Saragos.

Kerennya tilts her head, clearly curious about something.

Ezerak gazes at Saragos.

Saragos says, "She fled away from something else. Something that destroyed her former home."

Saragos says, "She was also a migrant."

Aerilia ponders.

Elurora quietly says, "I wonder if we could use the Bulwark to push something out if wanted..."

Illiya says to Saragos, "Interesting.."

Elurora gazes off into the distance.

Nawain ponders.

Nawain asks Elurora, "In what condition?"

Nawain grins at Elurora.

Elurora asks Nawain, "I'm not sure, but they were able to use it to close that one crack and keep something out. In theory, couldn't we kind of...nudge it against something?"

Elurora shifts her weight.

Nawain nods to Elurora.

Saragos recites:

"Expanding as you focus upon the fall mosaic, it branches between possibility and history, a slim distinction between her manifest will and her accomplished action. Flickers of images of her domain evaporating, an entire plane unraveling at the edges, the inexorable unmaking of all things tugging at everything, waiting at the end of eternity. As she fled, the undoing followed, each plane falling in turn, and she was forced from each haven."

You ask Elurora, "You want to shield bash a herald with the bulwark?"

Aerilia peers quizzically at Saragos.

Nawain gazes at Saragos.

Elurora says to you, "Basically? Though maybe not a Herald, but whatever we needed."

Kethrai says, "So although Asildu said he wasn't aware of any others who 'came along' when the Heralds left their original home... maybe there were some others, and they're out on the doorstep still trying to get in."

Saragos says, "That was from inside Maelshyve's Pith."

You grin at Elurora.

Ezerak asks you, "I mean, if we have to?"

Allye says to Saragos, "Interesting."

Kerennya asks Elurora, "If it's like a box, then one has to wonder exactly how sturdy a box is it?"

Elurora looks at you and shrugs.

Aerilia ponders.

Elurora blushes, the tips of her ears turning a delicate scarlet hue.

Ezerak nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.

Nawain frowns.

Illiya says, "I wonder what destroyed her plane."

Nawain asks, "A great undoing?"

Nawain ponders.

Aerilia asks, "So you think maybe the same thing was responible for the destruction of the heralds' world?"

Illiya asks, "Could be. And maybe it's related to what's happening to ours now?"

Elurora asks Kerennya, "Hopefully very?"

Allye asks, "What if it was sorcery? Wouldn't that be ironic?"

Elurora flashes a wide grin at Kerennya.

Aerilia nods to Illiya.

Kerennya grins at Elurora.

Ezerak says, "This is all...terrifying."

Elurora nods at Ezerak, obviously agreeing with his views.

Saragos looks at Aerilia and shrugs.

Riverlynn nods at Ezerak, obviously agreeing with his views.

Saragos says to Aerilia, "I don't know, but it's awfully similar."

Aerilia nods to Saragos.

Illiya nods at Ezerak, obviously agreeing with his views.

Kethrai says to Allye, "It could explain the Heralds' insistence against it, if it was responsible for unraveling their previous plane."

Allye nods to Kethrai.

You nod to Kethrai.

Aerilia says, "It is. But maybe all plane-destroying things sound similiar from the outside."

Kethrai says, "And, it would make some sense why it follows Maelshyve everywhere she goes, in that case..."

Allye gnaws on her lip.

A pained expression crosses Nawain's face.

Illiya asks Kethrai, "Does it follow her?"

Nawain says, "Well. At least it won't go any further, then."

Kethrai says to Illiya, "Based on what Saragos related, at least."

Kethrai says, "As she fled from plane to plane, the undoing followed."

Illiya ponders.

Ezerak says to Kethrai, "No less terrifying, but interesting, too."

Illiya asks Saragos, "What caused you to kill Maelshyve in the first place?"

Casari folds her arms across her chest.

Saragos says to Illiya, "Demons seek only to destroy, devour, to pervert. Them getting what they want results in our plane not working the way we want it to. We die, or we become something alien."

Nawain shudders.

Casari says, "The Immortals would have to be blind to the threat in order for their message to be different from the Heralds' message."

Kethrai nods to Saragos.

Saragos says to Illiya, "Where I've said that you can maybe trust some extraplanar beings to at least want things to stay the way we want them to? Demons are the opposite."

Saragos says, "And they oppose the Immortals besides."

Ezerak says to Casari, "Perhaps they are, again assuming the Heralds are so above them."

Casari says to Ezerak, "Stressing the IF, but IF they were above the Immortals, then maybe."

Ezerak nods to Casari.

Casari says, "Okay, well, the Heralds won't talk to us, but the Immortals sometimes will. So let's ask."

Ezerak says to Casari, "Yes, I am just speculating, of course."

Ezerak says to Casari, "You know, you may be on to something."

Saragos says, "Sounds like a good idea."

Kethrai says, "Or maybe the Heralds are simply... erasing the nuance. Maybe they understand that basic cross-realm casting isn't dangerous, but they think it's a kind of... slippery slope, if you relax on that, then high sorcery is sure to follow."

Aerilia nods to Kethrai.

Casari says, "I don't know, maybe someone can convince Unaka to get Truffenyi to tell us if the Heralds are more powerful and have greater perspective than the Immortals."

Illiya says, "I don't know if there's any way for us to guess what the Heralds really want, big picture wise."

Shaylynne declares her sudden desire to take a hike as she blends into her surroundings.

Kethrai says, "You don't tell your child only to eat one or two sweets before bedtime, you tell them none."

Elurora blinks at Kethrai.

Riverlynn ponders.

Allye quietly says to Kethrai, "I don't advise trying that one with Alma."

Kethrai giggles at Allye.

Elurora giggles at Allye.

You smirk.

Illiya grins at Allye, her dimples flashing into view.

Kethrai says to Allye, "Lucky for me, I'm not a Mom."

Ezerak chuckles at Allye.

Allye says to Kethrai, "Never say never."

Allye chortles softly at some secret joke.

Nawain leans on Elurora.

Kerennya smiles softly to herself.

Saragos nods to Kethrai.

Saragos says, "That's what I was thinking about."

Casari says, "Don't get me wrong, I'm still willing to burn them all down."

Elurora smiles down at Nawain and changes her stance slightly for a more sturdy base to rest against.

Casari cracks her knuckles.

Aerilia says, "Hopefully Liraxes completes its observations before long and can tell us more. If we're inclined to believe it, that is."

Allye nods to Aerilia.

Illiya says, "Assuming Liraxes doesn't decide we're the threat and wipe us out too."

Saragos says, "Ok, let's assume that I'm right, and that the Heralds did kidnap them. That was clear Sorcery that we saw. But it was better - the mana streams remained separate. The problem we have with Sorcery is that we're groping blindly, because we can only sense one type."

Aerilia nods to Illiya.

Kethrai says, "I'm inclined to listen to what it has to say and wonder what its motivations are to say that, same as with all the rest of these visitors so far."

Casari nods to Saragos.

Allye nods to Saragos.

Ezerak nods at Casari, obviously agreeing with her views.

Saragos says, "What if what they hate is really the backlash, and they're just saying Sorcery is bad because they're not concerned with that nuance. Tell us it's ok if we do it just right, we'll keep doing it."

Kerennya nods to Kethrai.

Ezerak nods to Saragos.

Kethrai ponders.

Aerilia ponders.

You say to Saragos, "Well, some have noted that in that place we could all seem to perceive all types. Which was... inconsistent with our everyday lives."

Casari says, "Well it was either that or they don't want to share 'their' power."

Ezerak says to Saragos, "Us mortals do tend to overestimate our own intelligene."

Saragos says to you, "All types but Holy."

You say, "All types that were present."

Saragos nods to you.

Illiya grins at Ezerak, her dimples flashing into view.

You say, "Perhaps the place had something to do with that."

You frown.

Riverlynn nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Kethrai sighs.

Elurora rubs her head.

Elurora gazes upward.

Kerennya asks, "Or what if they just had a way to mask the holy mana?"

Saragos says, "Well, if that's what's going on, it might be that they'd not want us to learn more. Because that would encourage us to keep trying, doing more backlashes.,."

Riverlynn asks, "Do you think they could be being held captive by their own magic? The absent of holy with them and in them? Or is that dumb because like I said, who knows?"

Kethrai says, "Just once, would love to come out of one of these with more answers than new questions."

Aerilia says, "Even if we could perfectly manipulate all mana, that only further incentivises high sorcery. And so far everyone has agreed that's bad."

Elurora nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Saragos asks, "And they might yank some people they felt were inadvertently getting close?"

Casari says to Saragos, "Figure out how they do it, do it BETTER because there are more manas available to us...."

Rhainn gazes thoughtfully at Casari.

Rhainn nods.

Ezerak says to Riverlynn, "Interesting idea, but it certainly felt like there must be more to it than that."

Elurora says to Riverlynn, "I was in one of the Null Prisons and I felt no holy magic in it."

Ezerak says, "Certainly seemed like some sort of...intention."

Riverlynn nods to Elurora.

Kerennya asks Elurora, "So was your attunement gone, or...?"

Saragos says, "I don't care to learn their tricks. I just want my wife back."

Ezerak nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Casari nods.

Elurora says to Kerennya, "None of us could access our magic but we could sense the 'prison' around us and that it was made up for three mana types."

Casari says to Saragos, "Whatever it takes."

Allye nods in agreement.

Riverlynn stifles a yawn.

Illiya nods to Elurora.

Ezerak nods at Riverlynn, obviously agreeing with her views.

Elurora softly says, "We will get them all back. I don't know how, but I have faith that we will."

Elurora gazes upward.

Kethrai nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.

Illiya says to Elurora, "We have to."

Ezerak nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.

Elurora nods at Illiya, obviously agreeing with her views.

Rhainn nods to Elurora.

Ezerak says to Elurora, "We must."

Kethrai's ears droop sleepily as he lets out a huge yawn.

Elurora nods emphatically at Ezerak.

Kerennya says, "Just wish we could get to the bottom of at least a piece or two of this puzzle."

Elurora nods at Kerennya, obviously agreeing with her views.

Allye nods to Kerennya.

Elurora flashes a wide grin at Kerennya.

Ezerak quietly says, "I thank you all again for coming, and for your kind words and prayers."

Elurora says, "We have so many pieces, but figuring out how they fit..."

Elurora shakes her head.

Casari nods to Ezerak.

Elurora smiles at Ezerak.

Elurora nods to Ezerak.

Aerilia smiles at Ezerak.

Ezerak nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.

You grin at Kethrai.

Rhainn nods to Ezerak.

Rhainn smiles.

Allye nods.

Nawain yawns expansively.

Elurora looks at Allye, obviously trying not to grin.

Ezerak says to Elurora, "Yes, I think I agree with your puzzle analogy, that we've got multiple puzzles, and the pieces are all mixed together."

Elurora nods to Nawain.

Kethrai says to you, "Gonna need an inn room in town, I think."

Rhainn says, "I will continue to pray on their behalf."

You nod.

Elurora nods at Ezerak, obviously agreeing with his views.

Nawain nods to Elurora.

Nawain rubs her head.

Nawain stands up.

Saragos says, "I think it's time to try something I've been holding back on."

Saragos says, "Not now, but soon."

Elurora cocks her head at Saragos.

Kerennya asks, "What's that?"

Ezerak gazes at Saragos.

Rhainn gazes at Saragos.

Nawain observes Saragos with fascination.

You observe Saragos with fascination.

Elurora says to Saragos, "If I can help, I will."

Nawain nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Aerilia blinks.

Saragos says, "Can't talk about it. They might be watching. Probably are."

Casari nods to Saragos.

Casari asks, "The carpet, right?"

Allye looks thoughtfully at Saragos.

Ezerak says to Saragos, "Ah, I think I see."

Saragos says, "But it's worth a try."

Saragos says, "At least learn something."

Saragos puts his pearl in a crackling eddy of seething blue light arcing from a lumium torus.

Ezerak says to Saragos, "I was worried for a moment that you might be planning something...particularly rash."

Nawain quietly says, "To know how to use what you learned is Enelne's best gift."

Nawain nods to Saragos.

Kerennya says to Saragos, "And I thought for a moment you were starting to sound the way everyone described Mazrian before he disappeared."

Saragos says to Ezerak, "Rash? No. Risky? Sure. But I tried rash, and it didn't work. So now it's risky, but calculated."

Ezerak nods to Saragos.

Riverlynn went through a silver arch.

Saragos says to Kerennya, "Well. You're right. But you know what... if you know they're watching you, I could see how that could break a man down."

Saragos says, "I can feel their eyes on me, even now."

Kerennya nods.

Nawain frowns.

Elurora furrows her brow.

You take your rightful place beside Kethrai.

Kethrai says, "All right, I'm going to find an inn room in this city to curl up in before I fall asleep standing up..."

Elurora nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Maraisel nods.

Rhainn nods.

Illiya says, "Sounds good.. I should rest as well."

Saragos says to Kerennya, "You know what it's like to be more worried about anything than you've been in your life, and you can't even talk to your friends about it? They didn't just steal my wife. They stole my pride. My dignity. The warmth of friendship."

Elurora says, "I should feed Dog, my boots are suffering from these late nights into early mornings."

Elurora grins wryly.

You raise two fingers to your brow in a quick hand salute.

Illiya says, "Good to see you all again."

Saragos says, "Now it's all got to be up in here. Until it's ready."

Nawain winces.

Saragos taps his head.

Rhainn says, "Goodbye, friends."

Elurora touches Ezerak with a confident grace and familiar smile.

Elurora nods to Ezerak.

Intern Rhainn went through a silver arch.

Truthseeker Elurora went through a silver arch.

Strawberry Nurse Illiya went through a silver arch.

Kethrai says, "Be safe, everyone."

Aerilia says, "Take care."

Kethrai asks Saragos, "Safe and smart, yeah...?"

Lord of Elamiri Gridaksma went through a silver arch.

Kerennya says to Saragos, "Not in exactly that way, but I know what it is to be separated from one I love dearly for a heartbreakingly long period of time."

Nawain casually observes the area.

Kerennya softly says, "I know the pain of loss all too well."

Nawain says, "The janitor has been kind."

Nawain just touched a fragrant yellow rose.

Heart Tender Kethrai's group went through a silver arch.
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Anuril/Logs/20240802 Ayrell Vigil

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RUSSELLC1: Created page with "{{Log |date=2024-08-02 |gamedate=448-10-17 |eventname=Vigil For Ayrell And Others Abducted Recently |event_instance=DR |pov=Anuril |log= [Temple of Light, Alcove of Albreda] Also here: Shh'oiyvh-ur Ograth Elizzibiana who is shadowed by the spectral image of a grey-eyed viper formed of fire and smoke, Vaerek, Depth Preserver Shaylynne who is encircled by ethereal phofe flowers, Life Weaver Ysilda, Bioenchantress Allye who is haloed by ethereal lotus and gladi..."

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[Temple of Light, Alcove of Albreda]

Also here: Shh'oiyvh-ur Ograth Elizzibiana who is shadowed by the spectral image of a grey-eyed viper formed of fire and smoke, Vaerek, Depth Preserver Shaylynne who is encircled by ethereal phofe flowers, Life Weaver Ysilda, Bioenchantress Allye who is haloed by ethereal lotus and gladiolus blooms dancing in a gentle breeze, Roughneck Rileos, Strawberry Nurse Illiya, High Priestess Maraisel who is shrouded in ghostly flames, Pilgrim Nawain who is shrouded in ghostly flames, Truthseeker Elurora whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light, Mageling Aerilia, Kintryn, Knight of Meraud Tirost who has a stony visage, Mountain Lord Ezerak, Firehawk Casari, Bastion of Life Karthor, Intern Rhainn, War Healer Rejind, Lord of Elamiri Gridaksma, Heart Tender Kethrai and Sublime Mender Kerennya who is sitting.

You take your rightful place beside Kethrai.

Ezerak gets a fragrant yellow rose from inside his shoulder sack.

Kethrai places his hands on your shoulders and directs a fond, rumbling purr in your direction as he presses his forehead against your own.

You accept Ezerak's offer and are now holding a fragrant yellow rose.

You nod to Ezerak.

Nawain gazes at her rose.

Rileos stretches out a hand imploringly to Ezerak.

Ezerak offers Rileos a wild rose.

Rileos accepts Ezerak's wild rose.

Ezerak says to Rileos, "That one seems fitting."

Rileos chuckles.

Tirost smiles at Rileos.

Tirost nods in agreement.

Ezerak says, "Okay then, we will get started."

Ezerak says, "I chose this particular shrine for several reasons."

Tempest Knight Saragos came through a silver arch.

Saragos gives a courteous nod and tips his hat politely.

Ezerak says, "The first, Albreda is Ayrell's chosen goddess. Whether it is because Albreda is the patron of orphans, or as a representation of lasting peace, Albreda was the one that Ayrell was drawn to the most."

Water is quickly puddling on the ground nearby, but two spots in the shape of feet or shoes remain oddly dry.

Ezerak offers Saragos a large red rose.

Saragos accepts Ezerak's red rose.

Mother Jaelia came through a silver arch.

Ezerak says, "Next, as she is the cementer of alliances and marriages."

(Jaelia offers warm greetings with hugs and blessings and waves of acknowledgement as others prefere.)

Kethrai quietly says, "Oh, thought he meant Ayrell for a second. I'd believe it though."

Ezerak quietly says, "I am sure most of you have heard that Ayrell and I were...separated still, at the time of her disappearance. But we do both love each other very much, and had been trying to work through a few things."

Ezerak says, "And so, I thought this the most appropriate place to begin our prayers. I will begin, then will open the floor for others that wish to speak or add a prayer."

Ezerak says, "And should we have time, and feel it appropriate, we can visit other shrines for additional prayers."

Ezerak gets a pale violet rose from inside his shoulder sack.

Ezerak says, "Alright, I shall begin."

Ezerak kneels down.

Riverlynn gazes down at the floor.

Rhainn kneels down.

Ezerak says, "Please feel free to join me, if you'd like."

Ezerak prays fervently.

Tirost kneels down.

Saragos kneels down.

Casari kneels down and begins to pray.

Kerennya kneels down.

Elurora kneels down.

Aerilia kneels down.

Shaylynne kneels down.

Rileos kneels down.

Saragos removes his wide-brimmed hat while looking around casually.

Kethrai kneels down.

Karthor makes a reverential grunting noise.

Vaerek kneels down.

Allye kneels down.

Nawain humbly kneels in the center of the prayer mat.

Jaelia kneels down.

Nawain intones serenely, "Albreda send us peace and prosperity, and grant long life to our nation. May her gentle blessings bring healing to our lands."

Maraisel kneels down.

Rejind kneels down.

Jaelia intones:

"Mother Albreda - We reaffirm our vows to you. In these times of chaos, we realize that Peace never really exists except that which we find within ourselves. This is the truth you teach us."

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A woman holding a dove smiles down upon the figures and worshippers who gather in the alcove.

Ezerak chants in a baritone voice:

"Albreda, bringer of peace, patroness of orphans and fosterlings,

Please watch over Ayrell, and our other missing friends,

Please aid us in freeing them, so that our families may be reunited and whole."

Rhainn appears to steel herself, her large eyes mournful yet resolute.

Ezerak chants in a baritone voice:

"Please guide us to Lady Ayrell, and our other friends,

And look after their children, families, and friends in their time of need and grief."

A tear runs down Kerennya's face.

Ezerak rubs his right eye.

Elurora gazes at Ezerak.

Maraisel gazes at Ezerak with a sympathetic look on her face.

A tear runs down Rhainn's face.

A pained expression crosses Maraisel's face.

Nawain gazes at Ezerak with a sympathetic look on her face.

Kethrai frowns as he realizes he's clutching a pale violet rose so tightly that its thorns have drawn blood from his fingerpads.

Knight Penitent Briaen came through a silver arch.

Ezerak chants in a baritone voice:

"We make offerings of roses, your divine flower,

And pray for the safety and swift return of our missing friends and family."

Ezerak drops a pale violet rose.

Briaen gazes down at the floor.

(Kethrai carefully lays the rose down at the center of the seven-pointed star with a murmured prayer.)

Casari drops a pale violet rose.

Nawain drops a lush pink rose.

Rhainn drops a pale violet rose.

Maraisel drops a pink-tipped silver rose.

Shaylynne drops a large red rose.

Ezerak quietly asks, "Allye Would you like to go next?"

Nawain intones serenely, "Albreda send us peace and prosperity, and grant long life to our nation. May her gentle blessings bring healing to our lands."

Rejind drops a Hodierna's blush rose.

Allye nods to Ezerak.

Rileos drops a wild rose.

You focus the cantrip's pattern on the yellow rose in your hand, and are soon rewarded with a bright flash of fire! The rose is consumed entirely by the small conflagration, leaving a few flakes of grey ash drifting from your fingertips.

Riverlynn drops a tiny Elamiri rose of soft blue tones.

Vaerek drops a pale violet rose.

Allye softly says, "In these confusing and dangerous times, we feel the loss of our friends keenly. Their wisdom, kindness, and guidance has ever served as a light to lead the way for us."

(Elurora places a hand over the dove trinket pinned to her chest and gently places her rose at the foot of the sculpture.)

(Kerennya puts her rose and dove bead on the star as a tear trickles down her cheek.)

Allye says, "I pray for their well-being, that they be sheltered from harm wherever they may be."

Ezerak nods to Jaelia.

Allye says, "Most of all, I pray for their safe return."

Allye says, "Albreda, please hear our prayers and cradle our friends in your protective embrace."

Ezerak prays fervently.

A tear runs down Ezerak's face.

Allye drops a pale violet rose.

Ezerak quietly says to Allye, "Thank you."

Allye nods to Ezerak.

Rhainn stands up.

Allye trills softly to herself.

Ezerak quietly asks Jaelia, "Would you like to go next?"

A tear runs down Kerennya's face.

Jaelia nods to Ezerak.

Jaelia says, "Please forgive me a bit - I do not mean to be insensitive as I am just catching up a bit, my apologies, but -."

Jaelia says, "It is good to see you all again."

Illiya smiles at Jaelia, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Rhainn nods to Jaelia.

Kerennya nods to Jaelia.

Kethrai stands up.

Jaelia intones:

"Gooddess Albreda - I follow my Patron in all things - but in this mortal world I follow Albreda, Tamsine, and Harawep to preserve the most important of all things - community and civilization

Without it, we lose so much and balance and being better cannot exist

We know that peace cannot ever exist in the chaos of these worlds

It is something we can only truely find within and we must fight for it

Help us to find this peace within so that we may grow stronger outside and rise to the challenge of the war path

To fight the chaos, find peace in these moments and find our friends and loved ones

Let the Albatross of Lemicus Sing, Let all her knoweldge flow to the oceans and back

Let us find them and both of you light our way"

Kerennya nods at Jaelia, obviously agreeing with her views.

Elurora smiles at Jaelia.

Ezerak nods to Kethrai.

Jaelia intones:

"Individually we are nothing, together we are everything

Let us walk into this chaos as a force

A force of strenght steadfast within our peace and knoweldge

That we serve and devote ourselves to you and your path

May you grant this community their most cherished

For without them others will rise up to help take their positions

But they are our lights to help us inspire to be better

Let us find them and bring them back"

Jaelia nods.

Jaelia says, "THank you."

Ezerak quietly says to Jaelia, "Thank you."

Ezerak quietly asks Tirost, "Would you like to go next?"

Tirost nods to Ezerak.

Tirost stands up.

Kintryn gazes at Tirost.

(Tirost places his rose at the foot of the sculpture, beneath the painting of Albreda.)

Tirost chants in a baritone voice:

"Albreda, watch over our friends.

Keep them safe beneath your wings.

Guide them to hope and comfort,

And send them all our love."

Tirost stands near Kintryn.

Tirost kneels down.

Ezerak quietly says to Tirost, "Thank you."

Ezerak quietly asks Kethrai, "Kethrai, would you like to be next?"

Kethrai gives a slight nod.

(Kintryn sets her hand gently on Tirost's shoulder)

Kethrai says, "Um, I'm afraid I don't really know the proper prayers for Albreda, and all. But I can say what Lady Ayrell means, to me. She's shown me through her humility and through her warmth that she shows to everyone, from an aristocrat to a Zoluren farmboy, that every person matters, and we all can rise to greatness."

You smile.

Riverlynn smiles at Kethrai.

Ezerak smiles at Kethrai, revealing the dimples in his cheeks.

Tirost nods to Kethrai.

Kerennya smiles at Kethrai.

Elurora smiles at Kethrai.

Maraisel smiles at Kethrai.

Kethrai asks, "So, Albreda, your faithful is making a good impression on you. Watch over her, yeah?"

Rhainn nods in agreement.

You nod in agreement.

Ezerak quietly says to Kethrai, "Thank you for your kind words and prayer."

Kethrai says, "And Dantia, Mazrian, Miskton, and Navesi too... We need them all home."

Kethrai gives a slight nod.

Ezerak nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Kethrai comes and stands near you.

Kerennya nods in agreement.

Kerennya prays fervently.

Rhainn nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Maraisel nods in agreement.

Ezerak quietly asks Illiya, "I believe you are next, if you are ready?"

Illiya nods to Ezerak.

(Illiya reverently approaches the statue)

Illiya kneels down.

Illiya quietly says, "Albreda, Bringer of Peace, we come to you with heavy hearts. We offer these roses as a symbol of our hope. With each bloom, we lift the names of our missing friends: Ayrell, Navesi, Miskton, Dantia, and Mazrian."

Illiya quietly says, "You who cement alliances and foster bonds, guide them safely back to us. You who watch over the lost and forgotten, protect them from harm."

Illiya quietly says, "May they be watched over and protected. Grant them strength and courage as they navigate this uncertain time. Lead them back to us safely, reunited with those who love them dearly. We hold onto faith and trust in your care."

(Illiya gently lays her rose atop the pile at the base of the statue)

Illiya prays fervently.

Illiya stands up.

Ezerak quietly says to Illiya, "Thank you."

Tirost nods to Illiya.

Ezerak quietly says, "Saragos, then Casari."

Saragos nods to Ezerak.

Shadow Tracker Sliyder came through a silver arch.

Sliyder casually observes the area.

Saragos says, "Albreda. I haven't prayed much to you, as I have little hope of a peaceful solution. Peace is a state between parties that recognize the mutual capability to harm each other, amd choose not to. If there's no fear, the lack of conflict is just benevolence. Or indifference."

Saragos says, "I pray that you help those who have taken those dear to us that we are more canny, more stubborn, and more invested in those we love than they can possibly imagine. I pray that you teach them to fear us, and through that fear, allow us to negotiate a peace that we can all live with, and the return of our loved ones."

Nawain intones serenely, "Albreda send us peace and prosperity, and grant long life to our nation. May her gentle blessings bring healing to our lands."

Briaen nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Riverlynn gives a slight nod.

Allye gazes at Saragos.

Saragos nods to Ezerak.

You ponder.

Ezerak quietly says to Saragos, "Thank you."

Ezerak quietly asks, "Casari?"

(Casari gazes up at the painting on the ceiling.)

Casari recites:

"I beseech of Albreda her hand of peace,

Return Ayrell from a place unknown.

But if her dove cannot fly so far,

Then let righteous Phelim's fist be thrown."

Jaelia smiles at Casari.

Nawain nods at Casari, obviously agreeing with her views.

Maraisel smiles at Casari.

Ezerak dimples at Casari.

Tirost nods to Casari.

Ezerak praises Casari.

Casari gives a slight nod.

Ezerak quietly asks, "Would anyone else like to say a few words, before I subject you to a few more of mine?"

Nawain praises Casari.

Aerilia nods to Ezerak.

Ezerak nods to Aerilia.

Ezerak quietly says to Aerilia, "Go ahead."

Ezerak smiles at Aerilia, revealing the dimples in his cheeks.

(Aerilia sets her totem down amidst the roses and holds her hands together in prayer.)

Aerilia recites:

"Mother of Peace, please grant your soothing succor

To the friends and family of those who are lost

And hold them close until the day they are reunited at last."

(Aerilia bows her head to the sculpture and to the painting above.)

Aerilia nods to Ezerak.

Ezerak quietly says to Aerilia, "Thank you."

You nod.

Ezerak quietly asks, "Have I missed anyone else?"

Shaylynne raises her hand.

Shaylynne nods to Ezerak.

Ezerak quietly says to Shaylynne, "Please, go ahead."

Ezerak smiles at Shaylynne, revealing the dimples in his cheeks.

Breath of the Heralds Asildu came through a silver arch.

You glance at Asildu, a male Human.

Asildu casually observes the area.

Kerennya tips her cap to Asildu with a courteous nod.

Ezerak blinks.

Asildu nods politely.

Rhainn nods to Asildu.

Kintryn nods to Asildu.

Ezerak gazes at Asildu.

Rileos stands up.

Asildu says, "Pardon."

Shaylynne quietly says, "There's not much I can add that hasn't already been said, about what the taken mean to us both as societal pillars, and friends. They are family, and loves ones, and I pray for their safe return."

Elurora stands up.

Asildu says, "Don't let me interrupt."

Elurora bows to Asildu.

Sliyder says, "Hello Asildu."

Nawain observes Asildu with fascination.

Tirost glances at Asildu.

Asildu nods politely.

You nod to Shaylynne.

Vaerek stands up.

Vaerek bows to Asildu.

Allye nods to Shaylynne.

Sliyder kneels down.

Rhainn asks Asildu, "Are you joining us in prayer?"

Jaelia stands up.

Shaylynne nods to Ezerak.

Saragos places his wide-brimmed hat upon his head.

Ezerak says to Shaylynne, "Thank you."

Asildu says, "I am joining you to learn, yes."

Ezerak asks, "Briaen?"

Saragos stands up.

You glance at Saragos, a male Human.

Vaerek kneels down.

Briaen nods to Ezerak.

Jaelia kneels down.

Rhainn scrutinizes Asildu through half-lidded eyes.

Asildu says, "I've heard much of the missing. I'm hoping to gain a better understanding by observing for a while."

Briaen says, "Beloved congregation, gathered under the watchful gaze of the Immortals, we come together in a time of turmoil and grief. Our hearts are heavy with the knowledge that some among us, faithful followers of the divine path, have been kidnapped and torn from our midst."

Illiya nods politely to Asildu.

Nawain gazes at Briaen.

Briaen says, "Some wounds are endured as a lesson. Some scars serve as reminders - - these are the words spoken to me when once I attempted to heal the Great Tree."

Briaen says, "Each member of our sacred community is a precious vessel of the Immortals' light. The abduction of our brethren is not merely an affront to our earthly bonds but a desecration of the divine order itself. The perpetrators of these vile acts have chosen a path of darkness, one that stands in direct opposition to the grace and guidance of the Immortals."

Briaen says, "In the face of such egregious acts, we must embrace the righteous path of retribution. This is not a call for wanton violence, but a solemn duty to restore balance and justice. It is an expression of divine will, a force that drives us to protect and preserve the light within us. As Berengaria, the Mother of Dawn, illuminates our path, so too must we illuminate the path of justice, even when it leads us into conflict."

Soul Surgeon Zynell's group came through a silver arch.

Briaen says, "Wisdom lies in knowing when peace is no longer an option."

Leayne softly says, "Hello."

Briaen nods to Ezerak.

Nawain nods to Briaen.

Saragos quietly says to Briaen, "Thank you."

Riverlynn drops a fragrant yellow rose.

Kethrai gazes silently at Briaen.

Ezerak says to Briaen, "Thank you."

Briaen just touched Saragos.

Rileos nods to Briaen.

Allye stands up.

Ezerak says, "If that is everyone who would like to speak, I have a few more things I would like to say."

Briaen says to Saragos, "I would go to the ends of this life and the next to support you, my friend."

Allye nods to Ezerak.

Vaerek nods to Ezerak.

Ezerak stands up.

Briaen just touched Ezerak.

Briaen nods emphatically.

Saragos nods to Briaen.

Maraisel stands up.

Vaerek says, "Oh, to us now."

Vaerek nods to Ezerak.

Saragos just hugged Briaen.

Vaerek stands up.

Tirost stands up.

Casari stands up.

Shaylynne stands up.

Aerilia stands up.

Ezerak says, "First, I would like to thank you all for coming. I am humbled by the turnout and support."

Elurora smiles at Ezerak.

Nawain rubs her nose.

Tirost says to Ezerak, "We are with you."

Jaelia gets a lavender Secret rose from inside her dragonar haversack.

Rhainn says to Ezerak, "Praying for you."

Jaelia puts on a lavender Secret rose.

Rhainn smiles at Ezerak.

Ezerak says, "I cannot speak for the rest of the missing, but if Ayrell could see all of you here, praying on her behalf, and hear your kind words, her cheeks would be stained a beautiful shade of crimson for at least a month."

Casari grins.

Maraisel chuckles.

Ezerak rubs his right eye.

Nawain smiles at Ezerak.

You smirk.

Rileos looks at Ezerak, obviously trying not to grin.

Maraisel nods at Ezerak, obviously agreeing with his views.

Vaerek grins at Ezerak.

Jaelia gazes upward.

Tirost smiles at Ezerak.

Kerennya smiles softly.

Gridaksma nods to Ezerak.

Crobin smiles.

Ezerak says, "I chose this particular shrine for the reasons I mentioned earlier, and the roses as a symbol of Albreda and love, but also one of Ayrell. I often call her my Rose of Elamiri in private."

Ezerak blushes, the tips of his ears turning a deep shade of red.

Nawain chuckles.

Rileos scratches distractedly at his beard.

Elurora flashes a quick grin at Ezerak.

Kerennya smiles at Ezerak.

Aerilia smiles.

Kethrai trills softly at Ezerak.

Illiya smiles at Ezerak, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Rhainn pats Ezerak on the back.

Allye smiles at Ezerak.

>look asildu

You see Breath of Dragons Asildu, Seeker of the Heralds, a Human Scholar.

Asildu has a square face, tilted jade eyes and a classical nose. His golden-streaked amber hair is shoulder length and wavy. He has fair skin and an athletic build.

Asildu is of middle-age for a Human.

He is in good shape.

He is holding a bloodwood walking stick with a carved dragon's head in his right hand.

He is wearing a cambrinth dragon charm, a linen tunic layered under a leather vest, a carved jade dragon with gold-inset eyes, a scholar's satchel, some amber linen pants and a pair of distressed leather shoes.

Crobin smiles.

Crobin stands near Leayne.

Jaelia asks, "Do we all assume that this abductions are only for evil, and that nothing good can come of this?"

Gridaksma raises an eyebrow in Jaelia's direction.

Kerennya says, "I don't."

Ezerak says, "That concludes what I had planned, but feel free to stay and mingle, or offer additional prayers in the various shrines here. I know I have a few that I will say later, in private."

Saragos says to Jaelia, "Would be nice if they'd talk to us in person and explain their reasoning. Apparently we don't rate that."

Rileos pats Ezerak on the back.

Crobin says, "Kidnapping for any reason is...never good."

Sliyder leaps to his feet!

Kerennya says, "They might be meant for evil, but that can't stop good from coming out of it."

Ezerak nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Sliyder says, "Especially as long as this has gone on."

Zynell quirks one ear sideways, glancing at Crobin in confusion.

Allye says, "If it was a nice abduction, though, they should have maybe said so at the time."

Crobin asks, "Good may come of it...but why kidnap if you can come and ask?"

Shaylynne nods to Allye.

Asildu ponders.

Illiya says, "We had assumed Liraxes was for bad, and it seems we may have been wrong about that."

Ezerak nods at Crobin, obviously agreeing with his views.

Kethrai says to Crobin, "To get attention? Well, they've gotten it..."

Vaerek blinks at Asildu.

Crobin pats Ezerak on the back.

You frown.

Crobin says, "Yeah, but I don't think they understand the attentiont hey have gotten."

Jaelia says, "Not that we should not beseach and seek their return - but I don't think - there may be reasons and maybe it is worth asking and seeking. I do believe that even when our threads of fate seem to be pulled in horribly twisted directions, sometimes beauty and more blooms from those moments."

Ezerak quietly says to Kethrai, "They certainly have."

Aerilia says, "The worry and stress their actions have caused, whoever is responsible, is still worthy of condemnation, whatever their intentions are."

You nod to Aerilia.

Jaelia says, "For Example, Ezerak held this Vigil and you all came. They mean so much to us. And you all turned out to show their support and recognize their importance and light. But don't forget you carry a light too - and if they can be returned, you light together will light a fire."

Crobin says, "I believe everyone here is willing to walk through hellfire and brimstone to bring back those that are missing."

Kerennya says to Jaelia, "The kidnapping is like manure - stinky and smelly - but manure, properly utilized, can be fertilizer and help things grow."

Saragos nods to Crobin.

Rhainn says, "I wonder if it's a play against our beloved immortals by another being."

Tirost nods to Crobin.

Ezerak quietly says to Crobin, "Whatever it takes."

Tirost gazes at Asildu.

Jaelia says, "I do not celebrate their lost - don't mistake that. But for a moment, you all matter just as much too. Let us see what we can accomplish and regardless of what comes, honor them, but also honor their lights that made you rise to these challenges."

Crobin says, "If attention they wanted...attention they have...and when they do show the face again...I do not think it will be pretty."

Crobin chuckles.

Kethrai says to Rhainn, "So far, those who claim to speak for all the higher beings in this have all blamed an outside force, but not their own."

Casari asks Asildu, "So are you learning something?"

Rhainn nods to Kethrai.

Asildu nods to Casari.

Asildu says, "Some."

Ezerak asks Asildu, "I am curious, where do you come from? Do they have vigils? Prayers?"

Allye glances at Asildu.

Asildu says to Ezerak, "I'm sure they did."

Jaelia asks Illiya, "Who is the person everyone keeps talking to who is observing this?"

Saragos says to Asildu, "Come to preach to us more about not using Sorcery? Curious. Apparently doing that bidding still doesn't protect you from getting kidnapped."

Asildu says to Saragos, "I came to observe and learn."

Allye asks Asildu, "Why observe and learn, when you can join us in prayer for their safe return?"

Saragos says, "Sure."

Asildu says, "I've been asked a great many questions, but without more of an understanding, it's difficult to speak to them."

Zynell begins to lecture Asildu on the proper use of the Slings skill.

Briaen says to Saragos, "This one cannot preach, save for proclaimations of herasy."

(Jaelia looks around with great confusion and stares at the being who "is observing and learning.")

Crobin glances at Briaen.

Crobin nods.

Asildu says to Allye, "I pray differently than all of you."

Allye angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at Asildu.

You squint.

Kerennya asks Asildu, "Can you say more about what you feel you do not understand as well as you would like?"

Rhainn asks Asildu, "How do you pray?"

Zynell stops trying to teach Slings to Asildu.

Saragos nods to Asildu.

Rhainn peers quizzically at Asildu.

Vaerek nods to Rhainn.

Kintryn glances at Asildu.

Ezerak ponders.

Saragos says to Asildu, "I bet you do."

Asildu says to Kerennya, "I only learned of this... kidnapping... after I attended a meeting in Zoluren. Yet I have been bombarded with questions about it. I wanted to learn what happened."

Ezerak says to Asildu, "Oh, I think we can help with that."

Riverlynn glances at Asildu.

You say, "Perhaps the kidnapping is a distraction."

Rhainn says to Asildu, "We're simply curious about you as well."

Asildu nods to Rhainn.

Asildu says to Rhainn, "You don't know me. That's to be expected."

Elurora chews on her lip, looking deep in concentration.

Rhainn nods to Asildu.

Crobin ponders.

You thoughtfully say, "It has certainly caused confusion among our best and brightest, and a shift in focus from mana to our friends."

Ezerak says to Asildu, "Many of us were gathered for some experimentation on the subject of...whatever it is that is happening with magic."

Rileos nods to you.

Nawain stands up.

Elizzibiana asks Asildu, "Are you a follower of Sh'kial's path? Or another path? Or just interested in general about dragons?"

Vaerek says to Asildu, "I'm Vaerek, a simple man. Nice to meet you."

Vaerek gets a blue iris from inside his surveyor's case.

Jaelia asks, "I am very confused why everyone is assaulting questions and statements towards this one being - what did they do for such a verbal onslaught?"

Kethrai says to you, "And robbed us of the ones who can coordinate all our efforts most effectively."

Asildu turns his attention to Ezerak, listening.

You nod at Kethrai, in complete agreement with his views.

Vaerek sniffs at a blue iris.

Asildu nods to Vaerek.

Allye nods to Ezerak.

Asildu blinks at Elizzibiana.

Riverlynn nods at Jaelia, obviously agreeing with her views.

Asildu says to Elizzibiana, "I'm no Dragon Priest."

Rileos says to Jaelia, "A scholar focusin on the heralds shows up right after, presumably, the heralds kidnapped five people. The timing alone is suspicious as hell."

Briaen whispers something to Nawain.

Jaelia exclaims to Rileos, "Oh! The Heralds!"

Briaen nods at Rileos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Saragos says to Asildu, "Well, let me lay out the arrows that point to the Heralds for you. The biggest is that the perpetrators were very concerned with how we were using magic, and were able to turn off magic at will. Never heard of anyone but them doing that. The letter I got back when I sent one to the Lord of the Void confirmed that this seemed like their signature. Well, that is, before the letter burned up in front of me, cutting off the warning he was giving."

Jaelia beams at Asildu!

Elizzibiana says to Asildu, "One does not need to be a dragon priest to follow Sh'kial's path, although you are not s'kra'ur so I expected that answer."

Nawain glances at Saragos.

Aerilia folds her arms across her chest.

Elizzibiana says to Asildu, "So just one interested in dragons, interesting."

Ezerak says to Asildu, "Forgive me, as I may get the details out of order here, but I recall a voice from somewhere, demanding silence, and we were temporarily unable to access magic. And then...we were all...moved to a place, a prison, of sorts. And when we were able to leave it, some of us...didn't."

Saragos nods to Ezerak.

Ezerak says, "They were not in the same space that we were."

Asildu says to Elizzibiana, "Heralds."

Asildu nods to Elizzibiana.

Asildu nods to Ezerak.

You ask Saragos, "What if magic being turned off was a reaction to what was done to our friends?"

Elurora says, "Other way around, they were taken, then magic was shut off after we got back and tried to save our friends."

Ezerak says, "But it seemed like a very similar one."

Sir Madigan came through a silver arch.

Rileos says to Ezerak, "Other way around, but you got it right. We got thrown in planar prison before they took our magic."

(Jaelia carefully adjusts the skirts of her gown before kneeling before the human scholar of the Heralds, lowering her head into a deeply respectful bow. "It is an honor to parlay with one who is a scholar of the Heralds. I at least am very grateful you decided to come and speak with us. I am sorry if you were not greeted with the respect you deserved.")

Madigan raises his hand in a quick salute.

Tirost looks over Asildu very closely.

Ezerak quietly says, "Forgiveness on the order, so much happened that night."

Rileos nods to Ezerak.

Casari says to Asildu, "You say you pray differently. There are creatures on an island to the east who pray differently, too."

Rileos says to Ezerak, "I wouldn't even bring it up, but the details could matter on this, so."

Rileos waves dismissively.

Asildu says to Casari, "I'd say there are many people who pray differently."

Ezerak nods at Rileos, obviously agreeing with his views.

(Jaelia rises and moves back towards a wall and takes on her own observations.)

Casari says, "Or perhaps their ways are familiar to you."

Asildu says, "I would venture that not even everyone in this room prays the same... other than me, of course."

Nawain nods to Asildu.

Kintryn ponders.

Madigan gets some Kygar's roast coffee from inside his traveler's pack.

Madigan adjusts his half plate.

Crobin asks, "And yet...how do you pray?"

Ezerak asks Asildu, "Do you pray to our immortals? Or the Heralds? Or something else?"

Rhainn says to Asildu, "I agree with that, but I'm still very curious about you specifically."

Asildu says to Crobin, "Reverently."

Riverlynn casually observes the area.

Elizzibiana chuckles.

Kerennya asks Asildu, "Would you be willing to show us how you pray?"

Saragos rolls his eyes.

Briaen whispers something to Rileos.

Crobin says, "Right."

Asildu says to Ezerak, "I have dedicated my life to the Heralds."

Madigan takes a sip of his coffee.

Asildu says, "Again, with all the questions."

You frown.

Casari says, "You don't really answer any of them."

Kerennya says, "We are curious, that is all."

Allye nods to Casari.

Sliyder nods to Casari.

Jaelia asks Crobin, "I spent many decades trying to learn how goblins and ogres and the like pray. I have sense given up on those attempts. If they wish to speak on them, they will tell us in time. I find most people don't even know how to pray to their own divine beings available to them - have you taken up prayer yourself?"

Crobin says, "You do seem to like to dip and dodge questions."

Ezerak nods at Kerennya, obviously agreeing with her views.

Madigan asks Rileos, "Someone asked him if he knew anything about our folks right?"

Asildu says to Casari, "I don't always have the answers to them."

Ezerak ponders.

Illiya asks Asildu, "So you worship the Heralds..?"

Sliyder says, "Dip duck dodge dip dodge."

Kintryn says to Asildu, "Many of us are learning ourselves. So the questions are welcomed and answers even more so."

Rileos says to Madigan, "Yeah, the first time he turned up."

Madigan nods to Rileos.

Ezerak asks Asildu, "Perhaps you have questions for us, then?"

Elizzibiana says, "Not everyone choses to show how they worship what they worship, thats a bit personal."

Asildu says, "I feel like more can be learned from discussion than interrogation."

Briaen says, "I disagree."

Saragos says to Asildu, "Do you care about anyone in this life? Because if you were faced with a follower of someone you believe took them away, I bet you'd have questions."

Briaen smiles politely.

Jaelia asks, "I agree - what should we discuss in general that can move this forward a bit?"

Jaelia asks, "Maybe we can discuss something not quite so pointed on one person - there are five people missing and I thought the point was to attempt to find them?"

Asildu says to Saragos, "I have never had a wife, nor loved anyone to such a degree. So you'll have to forgive me my ignorance in these emotions."

Riverlynn smiles at Jaelia.

You say, "Perhaps the act of... placing us all in that prison... was noticable enough that the Heralds acted in response? And that's why magic ceased? Not to stop our efforts to free out friends..."

Tirost nods.

Allye angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at you.

(Crobin leans against the wall next to Leayne watching the group)

Saragos says to Asildu, "Look, I'm willing to answer whatever questions you have, if it might open up some talk. Though I've learned a few things in studying what happened that might shake your faith in them a bit."

Elizzibiana says to Jaelia, "Gunny how nothing is said to or from that high priestess person over there though."

Jaelia asks, "The Heralds are much like the Immortals in that they are going to do what they are going to do and sometimes it makes no sense and sometimes its downright ridiculous and may make sense in retrospect. If we want them back - how do we do that, and if we start talking, Perhaps the scholar will join in - What was going on when they were taken. Was sorcery being used>?"

Asildu says, "I've said before that the Heralds have no reason to kidnap anyone. Who did, however - I don't know."

Elizzibiana says to Jaelia, "Funny how nothing is said to or from that high priestess person over there though."

Shaylynne ponders.

Elurora gazes thoughtfully at Asildu.

Riverlynn cocks her head at Jaelia.

Briaen says to Asildu, "Not having a cause to do a thing and not doing a thing still remain vastly different."

Jaelia asks, "You were investigating Wild Magic? What were you doing at the time? What was going on?"

Ezerak nods at Briaen, obviously agreeing with his views.

Asildu says to Saragos, "I'm here to learn. I will listen to anything you wish to say."

Kerennya says to Jaelia, "I believe they were doing wild magic research when the manure hit the air-blowing device."

Nawain sneezes.

Nawain rubs her nose.

Madigan takes a sip of his coffee.

Elurora quietly asks Nawain, "Would you like my cloak?"

Kintryn asks Asildu, "You say you are here to learn. What exactly are you wanting to learn about?"

(Elizzibiana nods towards Maraisel direction)

Saragos says, "Fine. Let me lay out a few things I was going to say publicly anyway. And I don't care of you're watching."

Vaerek asks Asildu, "Would you like to peruse an agreement?"

Saragos casually observes the area.

Jaelia asks Kerennya, "Was it the research of Wild Magic, Spells, or something else that happened prior to the event?"

Allye asks Jaelia, "There's been quite a lot that's happened in recent times. Would you like to take some tea with me after this, and we can discuss it all?"

Nawain shakes her head at Elurora.

Vaerek offers Asildu a gold-edged ivory parchment.

Aerilia glances at Saragos.

Asildu raises an eyebrow.

Briaen smirks.

Crobin glances at Saragos.

Kethrai glances at Saragos.

Allye says to Jaelia, "I assure you, people have justifications for their mistrusts and attitudes here."

Vaerek says, "Might help with your desire to learn."

Asildu asks Vaerek, "An agreement?"

You quietly say, "What if Daervlan is behind it..."

Vaerek says, "Between the Arbitor and the Traders guild."

Riverlynn raises an eyebrow.

Tirost raises an eyebrow in your direction.

Jaelia asks Allye, "Indeed that would be fantastic. I just don't really understand the anger and focused on one being when perhaps they are an insight and a resource that would be nice to nicely use to exchange information to help get them back and find out the reason. They are the best lead we may have, yes?"

Allye smiles at Jaelia.

Elurora quietly asks Allye, "Might I sit in and listen?"

Elurora blushes, the tips of her ears turning a delicate scarlet hue.

Asildu asks Vaerek, "I'm certainly curious. If you'd like to share?"

Allye says to Jaelia, "As I said, a lot has happened."

Vaerek says, "If you seek questions you might find and answer there."

Sliyder nods to Allye.

Allye says to Elurora, "Of course. You may be able to speak better to some of it than I could."

Jaelia asks Allye, "I do agree, but - did they do something bad?"

Ezerak says to you, "Interesting idea. I do not suppose any of us knows him enough to know if he could, or if he would and would lie about it."

Elurora smiles at Allye.

Kerennya says to Jaelia, "Actually Liraxes showed up recently. It is analyzing data."

You nod to Ezerak.

Elurora softly says to Allye, "Maybe, it's all rather jumbled in my head."

(Kintryn slips her arm through Tirost's as she leans her head on his shoulder and listens.)

Allye nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.

Rileos says to Kerennya, "Entirely not what I was expectin."

Rileos chuckles.

Saragos says, "If it's not the Heralds, we'd need to find someone else who could turn off magic, and explain why the Lord of the Void seemed to think this seemed like their 'signature'. But if this IS the Heralds... when our people disappeared, there was a sphere of abject blackness that gave a no-color flash. I've only seen a few instances of a no-color flash before."

Kethrai nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Kerennya says to Rileos, "Oh, agreed."

Vaerek ponders.

You say, "The heralds may have turned off magic and still not be the ones who performed the abduction."

Asildu looks thoughtfully at Saragos.

(Crobin an ear flicks towards Saragos as he speaks taking mental notes)

Saragos says, "No-color flashes come from Blackfire. We saw no-color when the Lich Jeihrem was opening his rift. I saw a no-color flame burning the letter I received from the Lord of the Void. And we've seen them come from the Colossi from the Plane of Electricity. I've come to associate no-color with Sorcery that exposes the Planar Void."

Allye angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at Saragos.

Nawain ponders.

Asildu nods.

Shaylynne nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Leayne frowns.

Kintryn ponders.

Ezerak says to you, "You know, I do not believe that we have discussed that possibility, that everything that happened that night may have been...mostly unrelated, besides relating to the experiment."

You nod to Ezerak.

Shaylynne nods to Ezerak.

You frown.

Madigan takes a sip of his coffee.

Asildu nods to Ezerak.

(Jaelia starts counting off points on her fingers. "So Point 1: It may or May Not Involve the Heralds. So Point 2: We probably want to know more To Point 3. We have a Scholar of the Heralds here who wants to have a Discussion to Point 4. We have an exchange of information over tea or such to Point 5. We all win and no chaotic verbal assaults?")

Shaylynne says, "They could have interfered with magic to stop the abduction..."

Shaylynne says, "And it failed."

Asildu says to Saragos, "That is an intriguing connection as well."

Asildu says, "Multiple forces at play, all pointing the finger at each other."

Jaelia nods to Saragos.

Allye nods to Shaylynne.

Sliyder says, "That's a good point Shay."

Aerilia ponders.

Saragos says, "Furthermore, in the Null Prison, we saw a mixture of Elemental, Lunar, and Life mana. No holy. Used together, but separated. Whoever took our people uses that Sorcery, but I think in a better, more effective way than we do. No clashes of mana types. So it may be that the Heralds use this magic, but are just better at it than we are, and what they hate isn't Sorcery itself, but messing up."

Jaelia asks, "So who is the force who isn't pointing a finger who is the one hiding so we blame all the other ones and they get away unseen and we don't come after them?"

Saragos says, "That, or they're hypocrites."

Ezerak says, "Certainly seems possible. Nearly everything does, for that matter."

Kethrai says, "Whoever it was turned off mana, they demanded 'silence' from us before they did it. That seemed related to their reason to do it."

Saragos nods to Kethrai.

Saragos says, "If I'm to believe it's not the Heralds, then I need to know who else can turn off magic. If it IS the Heralds, then there needs to be a serious talk about why they forbid the use of what they're fine flinging around themselves."

Asildu asks Kethrai, "My knowledge of this timeline is fresh, but... am I mistaken that the demand for silence came after the abduction?"

You sigh.

Nawain nods to Asildu.

Elurora gazes thoughtfully at Asildu.

Kethrai nods to Asildu.

Allye nods to Asildu.

Illiya nods to Asildu.

Elurora asks, "This timeline?"

Kintryn smirks.

Illiya grins at Elurora, her dimples flashing into view.

Asildu says to Elurora, "Of events."

Elurora says, "Ah."

Elurora nods to Asildu.

Asildu smiles.

Illiya says, "Sure."

Asildu nods to Saragos.

Aerilia nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Rileos quietly says to Elurora, "I felt that way for a moment too."

Rileos pats Elurora on the back.

Saragos says to Asildu, "They said the experiment was, 'Unacceptable', before the abduction as well."

Elurora grins sheepishly at Rileos.

Illiya nods at Rileos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Asildu ponders.

Ezerak says to Elurora, "Yes, the order of things that happened in the order that they happened, not in the way that makes sense in my tired mind."

Elurora nods to Ezerak.

Allye smiles at Ezerak.

Elurora says to Ezerak, "I can imagine with how difficult of a night it was."

Elurora touches Ezerak with a confident grace and familiar smile.

Kerennya smiles at Ezerak.

Aerilia asks Asildu, "Are you learned in magic? Can you see the flow of mana, make spell patterns?"

Ezerak gives a slight nod.

Asildu stands silently a moment, clearly deep in thought, considering the information presented.

Kethrai says to Saragos, "Well... Slightly after. The five of them disappeared first, and then we heard 'unacceptable' as WE were taken elsewhere."

Asildu nods to Aerilia.

Illiya asks, "I think an interesting question that we haven't asked yet is, why did they let us out?"

Ezerak says, "I am quite thankful that you all remember the order better than I. It could very well be important, those details."

Elurora asks Illiya, "Did they?"

Illiya exclaims to Elurora, "Exactly!"

Elizzibiana says, "They didnt, we were spit out."

Illiya asks, "How did we get out though, and those 5 are still in there?"

Kethrai says, "I say that because I'm not certain whether they were responding to acts they considered unacceptable, or if the rest of us besides those five were the ones who were unacceptable."

Nawain offers Madigan a toasted bacon sandwich.

Rileos says, "There didn't -have- to be a rift there."

You ponder.

Madigan accepts Nawain's bacon sandwich.

Aerilia asks Asildu, "If you were to examine the place where this happened - our friends were taken - do you suppose you might learn something about the means?"

Madigan bows to Nawain.

Madigan takes a bite of the sandwich.

Jaelia says to Saragos, "If the Heralds were responsible, their faithful would not have felt similar effects as we did with our Immortals. I really think we are experiencing a parallel where both forces are being attacked. I really don't think the Heralds are behind this."

Rileos says, "I think we were caught and thrown back, why I got no idea."

Elizzibiana says to Illiya, "Again, we were tossed out."

Rileos waves dismissively.

Saragos glances at Aerilia.

Rhainn gazes thoughtfully at Kethrai.

Allye angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at Aerilia.

Asildu looks thoughtfully at Aerilia.

You quietly say to Kethrai, "I think the word was first, then the abductions."

Riverlynn asks, "Of the five that were taken, were any of them primary holy magic users?"

Illiya says, "Right but I'm asking the why."

Illiya says to Riverlynn, "None."

Ezerak says to Aerilia, "I had not considered that."

Elurora says to you, "Word, abductions of the five, then us, I think."

Rileos says to Illiya, "Hell we don't even know what yet, much less why."

Asildu says to Aerilia, "I'm not opposed to taking a look around. I have nothing to hide, at any rate."

You nod at Elurora, in complete agreement with her views.

Rileos flashes a quick grin at Illiya.

Asildu says, "Despite what many may think."

You say to Elurora, "I concur."

Riverlynn nods to Illiya.

Aerilia nods to Asildu.

Saragos says, "I'm not sure I'm ok with that."

Allye gazes at Asildu.

Elizzibiana says to Illiya, "No idea, as Rileos said I dont thjink we were wanted or meant to be captured."

Nawain observes Asildu with fascination.

Briaen gazes at his fingernails.

Nawain nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Sliyder looks over Asildu very closely.

Ezerak nibbles his lip thoughtfully.

Kintryn says to Tirost, "Im glad I dont use magic."

Madigan takes a bite of the sandwich.

Asildu says, "I wish I had answers to all of your questions, but the truth of it all is that I don't. I can only answer those I know, and provide what knowledge I can that might lead you to answers for those I'm unsure of."

Madigan ponders.

Aerilia says to Saragos, "I know why. I only suggest it out of a hope of cooperating instead of talking in circles."

Vaerek offers Kintryn a blue iris.

Madigan gets a copper ring from inside his traveler's pack.

Kintryn accepts Vaerek's blue iris.

Madigan chants as he raises his ring above his head.

Madigan makes a grunting noise.

Madigan puts his ring in his traveler's pack.

Tirost asks Asildu, "And what are those answers? Is there anything you can tell us that you believe would be useful for us in seeking the return of our friends?"

Illiya gazes at Madigan.

Vaerek says to Kintryn, "It's a promise to not use sorcery."

Illiya asks Asildu, "If you don't believe the Heralds were involved in our friends' disappearance, what is your interest in coming to this vigil?"

Madigan says to Illiya, "That ring is linked to all those taken, or so I am told."

Sliyder asks, "Can we just reset and maybe you tell us what you do know?"

Vaerek says to Kintryn, "Good luck."

Kintryn grins at Vaerek.

Jaelia says, "Is a vow not to use sorcery such a bad thing? I would love to take this vow."

Asildu says to Aerilia, "My preference is to not talk in circles, either. But when you walk into a room and are immediately interrogated, it can make one less keen on providing directing answers."

Illiya nods to Madigan.

Ezerak quietly says to Saragos, "What could it hurt? I cannot imagine if there was anything there that we could find, that you would not have found it by now."

Sliyder nods to Asildu.

Kethrai asks Asildu, "Well, here's a different question, that maybe you'd know. Are the Heralds always in accord with each other and working toward the same purpose? Or do they disagree sometimes?"

Aerilia nods to Asildu.

Sliyder says, "Just alot of folks looking for answers."

Saragos shakes his head at Asildu.

You nod to Kethrai.

Asildu asks Kethrai, "As in the Heralds in conflict with each other?"

Allye nods to Ezerak.

Kethrai says to Asildu, "Hypothetically."

Asildu says to Kethrai, "My knowledge, as a scholar on the matter, is that they work in unison."

Nawain ponders.

Elurora asks Asildu, "Do you know how many of them there are?"

Elurora smiles at Asildu.

Madigan takes a sip of his coffee.

Asildu shakes his head at Elurora.

Elurora nods to Asildu.

Casari says, "I think we're assuming that he has any kind of connection to the Heralds. But he probably doesn't, and so he's telling the truth when he says he has no answers."

Elurora says, "We always seem to see them in threes, so I was curious."

Vaerek says to Casari, "He's right here."

Vaerek chuckles.

Illiya grins at Vaerek, her dimples flashing into view.

Saragos asks, "As a scholar, does the information - the turning off magic, the no-color flashes, the words they spoke - does that sound like the Heralds to you?"

Casari looks at Vaerek and shrugs.

Sliyder grins at Vaerek.

Asildu says to Casari, "I have a connection, but not in a sense of an ability to know their thoughts."

Asildu says, "They don't tell me things."

(Jaelia begins flipping through her journal an reading some notes. "There are some scholars who claim they know much and want to just observe and learn. Book was once one of those Scholars. We are certain of this one's intentions as well?")

Casari says, "Sounds like your only connection is that you have spent your life trying to learn about them and coming up short."

Asildu says, "I am but a mortal. My mind would never survive a constant connection of that nature."

Illiya flashes a quick grin at Casari.

Elurora gazes thoughtfully at Asildu.

Asildu says to Casari, "I could explain more, but I feel like now is not the time, as there are other matters at hand."

Illiya asks Asildu, "You said before that you didn't think the Heralds had any part in our friends' disappearance. Why did you come to the vigil then?"

Saragos asks, "But you're a scholar. You study their actions. Does this sound anything like what you've read about them acting in the past?"

Casari folds her arms across her chest.

Asildu says to Illiya, "To learn about the disappearance."

Asildu says to Saragos, "Not in the least."

Asildu says, "Heralds don't kidnap."

Rileos says, "Maybe we're using the wrong word, then. Jailed. They're jailed."

Saragos asks, "How do you know that?"

Sliyder nods to Rileos.

Crobin says, "Without a trail might I add."

Jaelia says, "I would agree with that statement. The Immortals don't abduct mortals either. They are a bit beneath their notice. The Heralds have to be assumed to be of a same magnitude."

Illiya asks Asildu, "Why do you want to learn about the disappearances?"

Sliyder says, "Detained, imprisoned, whatever you want to call it."

Ezerak says, "It would certainly be the first time we know of. In our histories, when they found something...unacceptable...they destroyed it."

Asildu says to Saragos, "Heralds are the most powerful beings in existence. More powerful than the Immortals. If they want something done, they merely think it, and it happens. Kidnapping is outside their realm of... I'd even go so far as to say understanding."

Aerilia folds her arms across her chest.

Kethrai says to Ezerak, "Or merely prevented it."

Vaerek asks Rileos, "What if they're held captive in the most unnacceptable conditions in our eyes but in reality they're having the time of their lives and don't want to come back?"

Briaen gazes at Asildu.

You say, "Assuming the scholar is correct and the heralds wouldn't kidnap, then we must assume that it wasn't them who did the kidnapping. But, someone definitely stopped all magic, and that someone used the word 'we', as in 'we demand silence' so that may have been the heralds. It could have been two different actors."

Asildu says to Illiya, "Because every time I set foot in a public space, people ask me about it."

Rejind says to Asildu, "Most powerful beings that we know of, at any rate."

Briaen grips the Berengaria dawnblade hanging from his sword belt and surveys the area with a hint of malice in his eyes.

Casari asks, "What evidence is there that the Heralds have so much power?"

Riverlynn smirks at Asildu.

Saragos asks Asildu, "Ok. In all of your studies, have you ever found reference to someone else turning off magic besides the Heralds?"

Illiya quietly says to herself, "Alright that was a good answer."

Riverlynn says, "Good as reason as any."

You say, "The stopping of magic happened after the kidnapping, and could have been prompted by the kidnapping, or by our attempts to free our friends."

Rileos says to Vaerek, "Then sign me up for planar jail, way nicer than regular jail."

Saragos says, "Or something else, I suppose."

Vaerek grins at Rileos.

Elurora softly asks Asildu, "I don't want this to come across as hostile, but might I ask what brought you to us when you came? Were you sent to us? Was it chance?"

Kethrai nods to you.

Vaerek says to Rileos, "Sign us all up."

Jaelia says, "And it could have been someone who wanted to make it look like the Hearlds to cause more Immortal vs Herald infighting - which seems to have been what the winds are wanting for awhile now. Making it clear the Immortals and Heralds have divions and issues."

Illiya says to Vaerek, "I did at first hypothesize they had found the Plane of Island Resorts."

Ezerak says to Saragos, "There are the stories of the Lord of the Void, but that was just Elemental, to my knowledge."

Rejind stands up.

Jaelia says, "Make people pick sides, fight it out, and cause chaos while whatever is causing the real issue goes about freely doing more destruction."

Vaerek grins at Illiya.

Shaylynne gives Illiya a playful poke in the ribs.

Saragos nods to Ezerak.

Asildu says to Saragos, "The Immortals have abilities to do such. Demons, possibly, depending on their strength. I can't speak for other entities, however, as my studies didn't include extraplanar beings."

Illiya leans on Shaylynne.

Kerennya says to Jaelia, "That is certainly one possibility."

Ezerak ponders.

Kintryn glances at Asildu.

Nawain curiously asks Asildu, "Oh! I'll bet you know. What are the Heralds.. heralding for? The heralds I know about are for jousting events, and they're heralding for someone. Who are the Heralds heralding for?"

(Elizzibiana whispers to herself "as always it comes back to discord and discontent and who is the ruler of that, yes, Ushnish" then chuckles)

You say to Ezerak, "Some have said that elemental mana is being used to somewhat balance the imbalance, if one were trying to conceal the imbalance for as long as possible one might use vast amounts of elemental energy in one's control to do that."

Ezerak says to Asildu, "Interesting that you included demons, if you are excluding extraplanar beings."

Kethrai says, "I think every time we've asked that question of everyone, we've heard... The Heralds, the Immortals, some demons, maybe some other extra-planar beings."

Kethrai sighs.

Asildu asks Elurora, "That, I can explain. But I may need a moment, and I don't want to miss too many questions. Unless everyone was willing to hold their thoughts a moment?"

Jaelia says to Kerennya, "I really am not certain why everyone seems focused on the Immortals or the Heralds when both are under attack. I would assume what party or greater being would have the most to gain by those two powers losing standing or fighting each other."

Allye angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at Asildu.

Elurora says to Asildu, "I don't mind waiting for the others."

Rhainn says, "The Liraxes mentioned the Defiler was free."

Elurora smiles at Asildu.

Tirost says to Asildu, "No, please answer that question first."

Madigan moves into position to block attacks against Tirost!

Madigan puts his coffee in his traveler's pack.

Asildu says to Ezerak, "Demons are in a bit of a class of their own, at times."

Crobin moves over to guard Leayne.

Nawain frowns.

Illiya quietly says to Elurora, "I am interested to know that too."

Ezerak says to Asildu, "I see."

Jaelia nods at Illiya, obviously agreeing with her views.

Elurora flashes a wide grin at Illiya.

Elurora nods to Illiya.

Zynell nods at Asildu, obviously agreeing with his views.

Asildu says, "Okay... so, I know others asked questions already. If you want to hold onto them, we can circle back, as it seems everyone has an interest in the one asked by this young lady."

Asildu gestures at Elurora.

Elurora blushes, the tips of her ears turning a delicate scarlet hue.

Kethrai nods to Asildu.

Elurora nods to Asildu.

Aerilia nods to Asildu.

Ezerak nods to Asildu.

Allye nods to Asildu.

Nawain nods in agreement.

Rileos says to Asildu, "I'd like one after you explain, please."

Asildu nods to Rileos.

Rileos says, "A question, that is."

Rileos nods.

Asildu says, "To answer the question, I'll need to explain a few things."

Elurora gazes at Asildu.

Rhainn gazes at Asildu.

Asildu says, "And maybe those things will answer other questions."

Illiya gazes at Asildu.

Riverlynn says, "Can someone repeat the question as well? So much has been said."

Allye smiles at Asildu.

Tirost says to Riverlynn, "We want to know why he has come."

Kethrai quietly says to Riverlynn, "Why he came now of all times."

Riverlynn nods to Kethrai.

Riverlynn says, "Perfect."

Asildu says, "As you all have become aware, I am a scholar. My area of expertise and interest is the Heralds."

Elurora nods to Asildu.

Kethrai jots down some notes.

Asildu says, "I have been fascinated with them for as long as I can remember. When my mother first told me the story of Lanival and his "dragons," I couldn't get the thought out of my mind that these beings of such immense power were out there, somewhere."

You get a white ash pipe with a raven-shaped bowl from inside your silk backpack.

Asildu says, "I began studying. The usual books, at first. Your standard libraries, with the information about the the War of Tears and the Resistance War. These only piqued my interest more. It wasn't enough. I needed to know more."

You get some Gold Crown tobacco from inside your tobacco pouch.

You put your tobacco in your ash pipe.

You touch some Gold Crown tobacco with a glowing finger, and it quickly catches fire.

You puff away on your ash pipe.

Nawain gazes at Asildu.

(Kerennya leans forward, listening intently to Asildu's story.)

Rileos runs his fingers through his hair.

Kerennya sits down on the padded bench.

Asildu says, "So I embarked on a mission. I left my family. I left society. I spent my years searching for some sign of the Dragons from the history books. But the ones said to have taken on a form here in this world weren't enough. I wanted to know about the others."

Elurora furrows her brow.

Allye gazes at Asildu.

Kerennya acts puzzled.

Jaelia smiles at Asildu.

Asildu says, "Every clue I found, every place of history I examined, it's... over time, I began to feel different. As if my time around these locations with residual energy, artifacts, the more I learned... the more connected I felt to the Heralds. Much like Miraena spoke of visions, I feel... a connection. Something deeper than a vision."

Elurora raises an eyebrow.

You take a long drag off of your ash pipe.

You breathe out some tobacco smoke. A rich scent of strong tobacco fills the air, carrying mysterious hints of spice.

Ezerak gazes at Asildu.

Aerilia ponders.

Allye nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Rhainn ponders.

Asildu says, "And through this connection, I could feel their displeasure with the way of magic. This extensive use of sorcery. What they find an abuse."

Vaerek holds a blue iris high into the air for all to see.

Kethrai observes Vaerek with fascination.

Jaelia nods emphatically at Asildu.

Asildu says, "I realized I needed to spread this message. To let everyone know that their ire is rising."

Tirost glances at Saragos.

You dryly ask, "Why is your name an anagram of one of Lanival's dragons? Did your mother do that, too, or did you start calling yourself that aspirationally?"

Illiya chuckles at you!

You puff away on your ash pipe.

Kintryn coughs.

Asildu says to you, "That credit goes to my mother, though I'm fond of it."

Asildu smirks.

Kethrai gives you a friendly nudge as he brushes the tip of his tail against your waist.

Nawain giggles.

You give Asildu a slight nod.

Madigan asks Rileos, "Isn't this the convenient messenger and scholar that told us last time tht his memories were replaced in his head? Or, was that a different one?"

Kintryn says, "Question answered."

Nawain covers her mouth with her hand.

Asildu says, "I've lost memories, yes."

Rileos says to Madigan, "No that's this guy who just told us all about his past."

Kintryn glances at Asildu.

Illiya asks Asildu, "Oh? What kind of memories?"

Asildu says, "I don't remember where I came from."

Illiya ponders.

Saragos says, "Except your mother."

Asildu says, "If you ask me from which city I hail, I don't know."

Rileos nods to Saragos.

Nawain observes Asildu with fascination.

Illiya asks Asildu, "What is your earliest memory?"

Madigan grunts at Asildu.

Vaerek shows Asildu his blue iris.

Asildu says to Saragos, "My mother is the one who taught me of the Heralds. I can't forget her."

Madigan takes a sip of his coffee.

Kintryn says, "More important duties call."

Sliyder says, "Perhaps the hills above knife clan."

Asildu says to Illiya, "Vague memories of bedtime stories about the Heralds. Beyond that, I remember little of my schooling, outside that which I took on as an adult through my guild."

Kintryn glances at Asildu.

Allye ponders.

Elurora says to Asildu, "Did your memory loss happen all at once or over time? If that isn't too personal."

Shaylynne ponders.

Asildu says to Elurora, "Over time. As my connection grew. The longer I was away from society."

Kintryn curtsies to Asildu.

Allye asks Asildu, "Do many memories remain that aren't linked to the Heralds in some way?"

Elurora nods to Asildu.

Sliyder nods to Asildu.

Asildu nods to Kintryn.

You are distracted for just a moment by a sharp whistle from the shadows. You look back towards Kintryn, but she is simply no longer there.

Asildu shakes his head at Allye.

Madigan takes a sip of his coffee.

Rileos says to Asildu, "That seems real convenient you forgettin that stuff except what you just told us now that you can't walk it back. What's being a big dragon like? It seems pretty fun."

Allye gazes at Asildu.

Asildu says to Allye, "My life has become the Heralds."

Riverlynn gazes thoughtfully at Asildu.

Allye says to Asildu, "I see."

Illiya says to Asildu, "That is what it sounds like.."

Jaelia says to Asildu, "If it helps, I do understand. The closer you become to the object of your devotion, the more you become a being of idea and their nature and sometimes the mortal shell seems all that really tethers us, and the rest does fall away."

Briaen shakes his head.

Asildu says to Rileos, "I'm not sure what I would need to walk back. I told you what I recall. As it pertains to my experience in my studies with the Heralds."

Elurora softly says to Asildu, "It is good of you to answer what questions you can. I know we have had many."

Asildu says, "Had I spoke of siblings, or my favorite toy as a child, I would understand questioning."

Casari asks, "You said the dragons weren't enough and you needed the others. So you found the dragons, then?"

You take a long drag off of your ash pipe.

You allow a line of smoke to rise from your mouth. The scent of Gold Crown follows the image.

Ezerak nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.

Madigan adjusts his half plate.

Ezerak says to Elurora, "It is all I can do to not just list all of mine."

Asildu says to Casari, "I realized those dragons were no longer fully Heralds. I sought the ones who retained their power to the highest extent."

Kethrai asks Asildu, "You've answered why you came in a general sense, but not why you came specifically now, of all times. Sorcery has been overused for... ages and ages. What was it about the current moment that incited you to come spread your message?"

Madigan raises his hand in a quick salute.

Elurora nods to Ezerak.

Sir Madigan went through a silver arch.

Elurora quietly says to Ezerak, "I can only imagine."

Illiya nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Saragos asks Asildu, "If you experience your knowledge of the Heralds as a 'connection', and their will as a feeling, then having lost your memories, how do you know this isn't something else that someone has filled you with?"

Asildu says to Kethrai, "The sense I feel has been getting worse. Rather than let it get... even more worse - I felt it necessary to come forward."

Elurora chews on her lip, looking deep in concentration.

Tirost asks Asildu, "I hear you, but with respect, your message is not a new one: that the Heralds disdain sorcery. Yet they did not step in to stop Lyras or other threats that would have erased us from the Book of Life. Is there more you can tell of us of wild magic, or where our friends are being held?"

Asildu says to Saragos, "One does not mistake the power of the Heralds."

Briaen says, "I will stand for the proclamation of heresy in this temple no longer. I advise this audience give this deceiver no further of their rapt attention."

Tirost glances at Briaen.

Briaen says to Asildu, "Be thankful we stand in a place of peace."

Aerilia glances at Briaen.

Briaen says to Asildu, "But I grant you no further boons should we cross paths again."

Elurora glances at Briaen.

Nawain glances at Briaen.

Asildu says to Tirost, "This, I'm afraid, falls into the realm of what I don't know. The Heralds have their reasons, but they don't speak of them. So I can't know them."

You arch your eyebrow.

Elizzibiana chuckles.

Kethrai observes Briaen with fascination.

Kethrai observes Asildu with fascination.

Asildu nods to Briaen.

You observe Briaen with fascination.

Knight Penitent Briaen went through a silver arch.

Nawain ponders.

Jaelia says to Saragos, "To be fair - there are only a few outcomes: They really are a being who is a scholar and communes with an understanding and devotion to the Heralds, they are something else and are disguising themselves to lead us astray, or they are completely mad or a charlatan or combination of those. I do understand these things as I am often in those states myself."

Elizzibiana says, "Gunny words com ing from a supposedly redeemed necromancer."

Saragos says to Asildu, "I don't know if you should call yourself a scholar. More a mystic. Your knowledge of them seems not to be based on scholarship at all, but sensation."

Elurora rubs her head.

Rhainn nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Illiya says to Asildu, "Do you think that the Heralds are behind the wild magic we'."

Asildu says to Saragos, "If we're discussing my connection, sure. But when discussing my reading and scholarly research, that's different."

Illiya asks Asildu, "Do you think that the Heralds are behind the wild magic we're experiencing?"

Asildu shakes his head at Illiya.

Asildu says to Illiya, "This is where I come back to my message, that people are reluctant to hear."

Rhainn gazes at Asildu.

Saragos says to Asildu, "Well, please, share some of your scholarly research with us. Because all I've heard is The Resistance War this, and the War of Tears that. All things we know already."

Nawain gnaws on her lip.

Asildu says, "The Heralds watch over magic because of its unstable tendancies."

The Gold Crown tobacco in your a white ash pipe with a raven-shaped bowl goes out and crumbles away.

You gnaw on the pipe.

Casari says, "We're reluctant to hear it because it seems like your Heralds are the most likely culprit in the abductions. Like I said before: Priorities."

Elurora slowly asks Asildu, "Do you know if the Heralds and the Immortals are odds, not only when it comes to this but in general?"

Elurora shifts her weight.

Asildu says, "The Heralds have no reason to be at odds with beings to which they have no need to pay mind."

Ezerak says to Asildu, "Apologies if this seems like it is turning into an interrogation again."

Elurora gazes thoughtfully at Asildu.

Zynell grins at Asildu.

Zynell chortles softly at some secret joke.

Jaelia says, "You all are reluctant to hear it in the way you are sometimes reluctant to hear the words of the Immortals when they are not kind and what we want to hear. I want to hear what he has to say, and I serve Phelim. If the Heralds have any issue with particular Immortals, Those involved with the World Dragon rank high on that list. But I've been seeking any who can speak more of the Heralds."

Asildu nods politely to Ezerak.

Asildu says to Ezerak, "The questions have slowed, at least."

Asildu chuckles.

Allye gazes at Jaelia.

You softly ask yourself, "Is there some way everyone could be correct?"

You ponder.

Elurora gazes thoughtfully at you.

Saragos glances at you.

Saragos asks you, "What are you thinking?"

Riverlynn cocks her head at you.

Aerilia whispers something to Saragos.

Nawain glances at you.

Jaelia smiles at you.

Vaerek says to you, "We are all correct. I know I am always correct."

Elurora asks you, "Like sorcery helps with the balance but too much hurts it? Or did you mean something else?"

Saragos casually observes the area.

Vaerek says to you, "Until I'm not."

Vaerek looks at you and shrugs.

Crobin chuckles at Vaerek.

Kethrai says, "There could be yet a... fourth?... faction at play who's responsible, that the Heralds, the Immortals, and Liraxes aren't aware of."

Nawain gnaws on her lip.

You say, "We've heard that something is siphoning away energy from the overall system of the planes. We've heard that elemental energy is being used to prop up some of that loss. We've heard that low sorcery somehow also counteracts that loss. We've heard that the heralds are against all forms of sorcery. We've heard that the immortals are against high sorcery."

Tirost nods to Kethrai.

You say, "These things are not... strictly... contradictory."

Elurora gives you a slight nod.

Jaelia nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Tirost says to you, "That is a theory worth pursuing, in my view."

Nawain nods in agreement.

Illiya nods.

Casari says, "It would make sense if the Heralds wanted our plane to be annihilated, yes."

You say, "We've heard that Liraxes is against teleologic sorcery..."

Saragos says to you, "Well, Liraxes said that what the Heralds want isn't great for the balance it's seeking. But sure, go on."

You nod to Saragos.

Rileos scratches distractedly at his beard.

Tirost says to you, "Which, if he is a being a the Plane of Probability, makes sense."

Asildu says, "The Heralds watch over magic to AVOID the plane being annihilated."

Kethrai says, "If Liraxes is a being from the Plane of Probability, that would be a normal grudge to hold, I'd think."

You say, "The heralds may not be concerned with preserving our existence."

Kethrai nods to Tirost.

Rhainn asks, "Admittedly, I'm very young, and ignorant. But the Liraxes said the Defiler was free. That has to fit in somewhere. What does that mean?"

Tirost nods to Kethrai.

You raise an eyebrow in Asildu's direction.

Rileos says, "Somebody really should've gotten Liraxes to write that math down or somethin."

You nod to Tirost.

Casari says to Asildu, "So you say."

Ezerak asks Saragos, "But perhaps all of these entities have different concepts of what that balance should be?"

Asildu says to Casari, "I can't force you to believe me, but I can at least say what I know."

Tirost nods to Ezerak.

Jaelia says to Asildu, "We'd love to hear you continue as well."

Kethrai asks Rhainn, "I think they'd usually use 'defiler' to refer to Moon Mages... It said one was 'free'?"

You say, "It comes back around to, we need to identify who is siphoning off the energy, or benefits from it. They have the motive to abduct those who were leading investigation into the wild magic."

Ezerak asks Asildu, "If I may?"

Asildu nods to Ezerak.

Rhainn says, "I believe that's what I heard."

Allye looks thoughtfully at you.

Leayne blinks.

Tirost nods to you.

Saragos gazes at you.

Casari says to Kethrai, "No, it said one wasn't present. When we asked about the people who were taken and named them, including a Moon Mage. Miskton. Miskton the 'defiler' wasn't here. Because he's trapped, or at leaste we hope that's all."

Ezerak asks Asildu, "Why do the Heralds care so much about this plane? If this one were destroyed, could they not exist on a different one?"

Elurora tilts her head inquisitively.

Saragos nods to Tirost.

Tirost nods to Saragos.

Allye furrows her brow.

Vaerek says, "According to some all moon mages are 'Defilers'."

Asildu asks Ezerak, "The Heralds have seen their home destroyed before. If you could prevent your home from being destroyed so you didn't have to move again, wouldn't you rather that?"

Elurora blinks at Asildu.

Vaerek says, "The children of Grazhir."

Jaelia nods in agreement.

Rhainn asks, "Isn't Tezirah trapped in the Plane of Probability?"

Ezerak nods to Asildu.

Ezerak asks Asildu, "Where was their home before?"

Kethrai nods to Rhainn.

Knight of Meraud Tirost went through a silver arch.

Sliyder says, "Tezirah has come up a couple times."

Asildu says to Ezerak, "History books, even the obscure ones, provide no name. Only that it was not here."

Rhainn gazes at Kethrai in bright-eyed gratitude.

Nawain frowns.

Ezerak gives a slight nod.

You say, "Who benefits from the failure of the system? The system maintains the bulwark, perhaps, so demons benefit. Who benefits from amassing ludicrous amounts of energy? Someone attempting some kind of ascension, perhaps."

Elurora asks Asildu, "Do you know if anything else came with them?"

Allye nods to you.

Illiya gazes thoughtfully at you.

Aerilia ponders.

Asildu says to Elurora, "Not to my knowledge. But if the annals of history didn't record it, we wouldn't have any way to know."

Elurora nods to Asildu.

Elurora smiles at Asildu.

Leayne frowns.

Shaylynne asks Asildu, "If you don't remember where you came from, what is the earliest place you do remember being?"

Saragos says to you, "Maybe the energy has propped up the failing system, and there's a leak elsewhere."

Elurora says to Asildu, "I'm trying to figure out what other powerful being might fall into the category of something that could turn off magic or kidnap our people, so something that snuck along for the ride could fall into that."

Allye asks you, "Might Asildu know if the Heralds have any cause for concern over the dragon Ael'tharaxus' recent activities?"

You nod to Saragos.

You nod to Allye.

Asildu says to Shaylynne, "The Crossing Bards Guild."

Asildu smiles at Shaylynne.

Casari says, "You know, you could prove some of what you're saying if you took another Bard to one of those places of the Heralds' remnant power on this plane."

Shaylynne nods to Asildu.

Shaylynne smiles.

Asildu smiles at Casari.

Ezerak says to Asildu, "Oh, are you a Bard? I meant to ask about your guild earlier, when you mentioned it."

Ezerak blushes, the tips of his ears turning a deep shade of red.

Asildu nods to Ezerak.

Jaelia says, "I am also very concerned always of Euldath, but it is Drogor who keeps reminding us about him."

Vaerek beams at Ezerak!

Soul Surgeon Zynell's group went through a silver arch.

Nawain takes a seat near Elurora.

You say, "Someone trying to... monopolize magic, or gain advantage over magic users, would benefit from the situation, although someone with such concerns might not have the power to pull this off."

Elurora nods to Nawain.

Elurora stands near Nawain.

Asildu asks Casari, "I could. But what fun would that be to make it so easy on you when it took me years to accomplish?"

Asildu says, "One must earn that power."

Casari narrows her eyes.

Casari asks, "Are you seriously talking about FUN right now?"

Vaerek says to Ezerak, "I think learning the guilds these visitors represent is important."

Allye nods to you.

Asildu says to Casari, "A literal one, I see."

Asildu says, "Noted."

Saragos says to you, "That's... the first time anyone's made me care about the bigger problems since my wife disappeared. I don't care if I never cast a spell again - if magic can limp across the finish line well enough for me to do that, I'll be happy. But now you've put that in my sights again."

Ezerak nods to Vaerek.

Riverlynn smirks.

Saragos says to you, "I'm not sure if I'm happy or angry at you."

You nod to Saragos.

You cough.

You smirk.

Allye grins at Saragos.

You say, "Ahm, if the bulwark imprisons something, as some have speculated, then the situation benefits that being. It may be released."

Asildu says to Casari, "Let me rephrase. Such knowledge requires years of dedication. I've no intention of leading anyone straight to what I spent my life working to achieve."

Rhainn gazes thoughtfully at you.

Rileos just left.

Ezerak quietly says to Saragos, "I find that when it comes to emotion, both, or any combination of all of them, is possible."

Casari says, "Even when the survival of the plane might depend on it."

Jaelia says, "The problem is it could be being we don't even know yet."

Ezerak ponders.

Asildu says to Casari, "The survival of the plane does not depend on a remnant of a time in history. It sounds like it depends on an answer to the current problem in the present."

Saragos says to Asildu, "You know, that's what makes me distrust you the most. You're the first scholar that I've ever met in my life that hasn't been overjoyed to have questions about their area of interest."

Reriyn came through a silver arch.

Elurora nods to Ezerak.

You dryly say to Saragos, "A dragon must guard its hoard..."

Jaelia says to you, "But I agree - if we keep going for the easy answers a shadow party wins easily."

Ezerak grins at you, his dimples flashing into view.

Casari says, "If your aim is to get us to listen to your message, the best way to do it is to convince someone. You could convince Bards, and they could convince others. Others who you will never convince of anything because you lack credibility."

Sliyder glances at Asildu.

A sudden swell of mana washes through you, setting your nerves atingle.

Vaerek asks Asildu, "When I think of plane I think of reality. What plane do you think of?"

You frown.

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

[Temple of Light, Alcove of Albreda]

Also here: Reriyn, Shadow Tracker Sliyder, Breath of the Heralds Asildu, Mother Jaelia who is emanating a benevolent holy aura, Tempest Knight Saragos, Riverlynn, Shh'oiyvh-ur Ograth Elizzibiana who is shadowed by the spectral image of a grey-eyed viper formed of fire and smoke, Vaerek, Tipsy Trailblazer Shaylynne who is encircled by ethereal phofe flowers, Life Weaver Ysilda, Bioenchantress Allye who is haloed by ethereal lotus and gladiolus blooms dancing in a gentle breeze, Strawberry Nurse Illiya, High Priestess Maraisel who is shrouded in ghostly flames, Pilgrim Nawain who is sitting, Truthseeker Elurora whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light, Mageling Aerilia, Mountain Lord Ezerak, Firehawk Casari, Intern Rhainn, War Healer Rejind, Lord of Elamiri Gridaksma, Heart Tender Kethrai and Sublime Mender Kerennya who is sitting.

Aerilia furrows her brow.

You get some Warm Night tobacco from inside your tobacco pouch.

You put your tobacco in your ash pipe.

You touch some Warm Night tobacco with a glowing finger, and it quickly catches fire.

Asildu says, "I'm not sure there is much I could do to convince you. People don't know the Heralds the way they do the Immortals. You will naturally be more likely to trust that which you know."

Elurora nods at Ezerak, obviously agreeing with his views.

You puff away on your ash pipe.

Casari says, "I literally gave you a path toward it, and you refused."

Ezerak nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.

Asildu says, "Miraena and I demonstrated the same gift the other evening that had been demonstrated by another... messenger... yet, it was not sufficient for us, the way it was for them."

You say, "The heralds motives as we understand them have largely been to suppress extreme acts of sorcery, I would argue that the abduction was such an act."

Jaelia asks Asildu, "If there was something we could do to assist the Heralds, what would it be?"

Saragos says to Asildu, "I want to be clear about something. I don't know if you're lying to us or not, but I don't trust you. I'm also not interested in a fight - I'm too busy to fight. If I find you nosing around Arhat's Tower, though, I'm going to assume the worst."

Elurora slowly says, "Unaka also came with a vision of an ox..."

You say, "Therefore it would make sense for the heralds to react to the abduction."

You puff away on your ash pipe.

Asildu says to Elurora, "Did she? I'd not heard."

Rhainn asks Asildu, "Does your loack of memories not concern you? That you perhaps may have been deceived?"

Asildu shakes his head at Rhainn.

Illiya nods to Elurora.

Aerilia says to Asildu, "To speak to that point - and only that point - while the gift of language is impressive, it was Unaka's ability to cast the full spectrum of holy magic that I found more convincing."

Kethrai nods at Aerilia, obviously agreeing with her views.

Illiya asks Asildu, "And Unaka could cast Cleric magic.. do you have other abilities?"

Elurora says to Asildu, "Yes, we were getting ready to try something in the Paladin guild in Crossing when we were all struck by a warmth, we heard some words, were snuggled by an ox, then Unaka appeared with us."

Asildu asks Aerilia, "Spells serve as proof?"

Aerilia says, "When it is beyond the normal mortal means, yes."

Kethrai says, "Spells generally reserved for Clerics, being cast by a Paladin, serve as some proof of divine backing at least."

Aerilia nods to Kethrai.

Asildu says, "As my connection to the Heralds has grown, I have found myself capable of casting magic beyond that of my guild. Elemental, still, of course."

Vaerek blinks.

Aerilia says, "I would love to witness that, if you would humor us."

Sliyder says, "Interesting."

Riverlynn folds her arms across her chest.

Allye says, "The clerics also foresaw her coming. That led me to trust her more, personally."

Elurora slowly says, "The spells helped but two different visions helped more, at least to me."

Elurora nods at Allye, obviously agreeing with her views.

Illiya nods at Allye, obviously agreeing with her views.

Casari says, "Doing magic might prove that you've found something unusual. It won't prove that the Heralds have our best interest in mind."

Asildu says to Elurora, "Perhaps I can beseech the Heralds to aid me with a vision, then. They've little reason to listen, but."

Asildu shrugs.

Illiya says, "Unaka resembles a person image in a Cleric vision that we saw at Jaelia's last vigil."

Asildu traces a geometric sigil in the air.

You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Swirling Winds spell.

You smile at Asildu.

Elurora grins at Asildu.

Asildu gestures.

A faint breeze surrounds him.

Asildu traces a geometric sigil in the air.

You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Sure Footing spell.

Elizzibiana says, "She of the winds, I wonder."

Allye gazes at Asildu.

Asildu gestures.

Asildu looks steadier.

Illiya says, "Swirling Winds, Sure Footing."

Vaerek blinks.

Casari says, "I can do that. Do more."

Elurora asks Asildu, "Perhaps if it is in their interest to convince us?"

Asildu traces a geometric sigil in the air.

You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Rage of the Clans spell.

Elizzibiana says, "Its been almost a hundred years now."

Ezerak chuckles at Casari.

Asildu says, "I'll cast a mix here."

Allye angles her ears forward in curiosity.

Vaerek gasps!

Elizzibiana says, "Just a touch less than I've walked this side of the lands."

You give a slight nod.

Asildu says, "Of Bardic and Warrrior Mage, I mean."

Allye says, "Oh."

Aerilia nods to Asildu.

Allye clears her throat.

Asildu gestures.

A wild fervor flashes in Asildu's eyes.

Asildu traces a geometric sigil in the air.

You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Tailwind spell.

Illiya says, "Range of the Clans."

Vaerek asks, "But what about Miraena's flower?"

Asildu gestures.

The wind begins to shift until it blows gently from behind Asildu's back.

Casari says, "Show us some Dragon's Breath and a naga. And then show us some proof that the Heralds care about our survival."

Illiya says, "Tailwind.."

Asildu traces a geometric sigil in the air.

You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Substratum spell.

Vaerek shakes his blue iris at Asildu.

Vaerek exclaims, "Our promise!"

Aerilia nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Illiya nods at Casari, obviously agreeing with her views.

Asildu says to Vaerek, "No sorcery."

Asildu gestures.

A network of thin lines form around him, then quickly fade away.

Vaerek gasps!

Asildu says, "Merely different Elemental spells."

You say, "It's all elemental, there's no sorcery."

Illiya says, "Substratum."

Vaerek blinks.

Kethrai nods.

Elurora nods to you.

Asildu traces a geometric sigil in the air.

You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Redeemer's Pride spell.

Allye nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Asildu gestures.

Shaylynne whispers something to Allye.

Kethrai says, "But -- it IS more than should be possible for a Bard."

Asildu traces a geometric sigil in the air.

You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Gam Irnan spell.

Illiya says, "Redeemer's Pride."

Aerilia nods.

You nod to Kethrai.

Asildu gestures.

Helixes and cross-patterns of brownish-white crystals grow rapidly across Asildu.

Ezerak nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Kerennya looks thoughtfully at Asildu.

Jaelia says, "We already know the Heralds care about the survival of this World simply because they have not destroyed it yet, and are likely to not want to find a new home. While the Immortals probably do not like co-existing with another formidable power outside of their own - they have for a reason. That is enough proof for me."

Illiya says, "Gam Irman."

You dryly say, "Although I think we've only seen two bard spells? So they could be a warrior mage with a fiddle."

You smirk.

Asildu asks, "Shall I continue?"

Shaylynne nods to you.

Kethrai is giggling at you.

Saragos says to Asildu, "If you'd be so kind as to demonstrate with spells other than what you'd use to prepare for combat, that'd be great."

Aerilia says, "He's at least proven it's not merely a collection of temporarily memorized spells."

Aerilia says to Asildu, "Thank you."

Casari says to Jaelia, "You're assuming the Heralds have the power to destroy it. I have no reason to believe that. It's just as likely they're trying to destroy it right now, and this is the result."

Asildu says to Saragos, "I'm not here to fight. I would hope there'd be no need for that."

Saragos looks at Asildu and shrugs.

Illiya nods to Casari.

Allye trills, her ears relaxing minutely back against her head.

Jaelia asks Casari, "Of course they do - why else would the World Dragon have been brought into being?"

Elurora says, "We are in a place of peace."

Illiya says to Asildu, "No offense but why should we do what the Heralds want? It's not like historically they have always acted in our best interest."

Vaerek asks Asildu, "Are you saying if we all cease sorcery we could eventually, someday, maybe cast spells the way you do?"

Saragos says to Asildu, "I'd give a lot for you to be willing to beseech the Heralds for a vision, though. Don't really care what spells you can cast."

Jaelia asks, "That aside - I believe the Immortals and Heralds choose to co-exist. And that is enough for me. What can we possibly do to aid the Heralds or what do they seek?"

Casari nods to Saragos.

Elizzibiana says to Asildu, "What do you know of the one that called herself She of the Winds, or the one that was called Northeastern Sentinal? That letter was intercepted near a hundred years ago, I was there that day."

Vaerek asks, "Without blowing up?"

Asildu says to Vaerek, "I can't say that, no. But it would help restore the balance."

Vaerek ponders.

Vaerek holds a blue iris in both hands and closes his eyes in concentration.

You frown.

Vaerek says, "Seems too good to be true."

Asildu says to Saragos, "I can try. I've never asked them for anything before. Not sure they'll even notice. But, I can meditate on it."

You say, "Liraxes said a cessation of all sorcery would accelerate the systemic issues."

Allye nods to you.

Nawain yawns expansively.

Nawain rubs her nose.

Asildu says to Illiya, "It's a choice, in the end. I bring the message. All I can do is pray it is heard."

You puff away on your ash pipe.

Jaelia smiles at Asildu.

Illiya says to Asildu, "If they want us to heed it, hopefully they can provide a more convincing message that it is indeed what they want."

Saragos nods to Illiya.

Illiya says, "The Heralds don't usually send messengers with sketchy histories and vague stories to try and convince us of things. They can wipe out entire armies in one moment."

Riverlynn runs her fingers lightly over her leather fob, and it shines brightly for a moment. Suddenly, a mug of cinnamon mocha coffee appears in her hand!

Riverlynn offers Nawain a mug of cinnamon mocha coffee.

Nawain accepts Riverlynn's mocha coffee.

Jaelia asks Asildu, "Do you want us to pray with you, in our way, if it helps, to help open that conduit of power potentially?"

Nawain blinks.

Nawain beams at Riverlynn!

Vaerek says, "Well, I personally made a promise and I will not be so quick to break it."

Riverlynn nods to Nawain.

Nawain takes a sip of her coffee.

Asildu says to Illiya, "They didn't send me. I sent myself, due to what I felt through the connection."

Allye nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Saragos says to Illiya, "To be fair, the histories aren't clear if Sraan Mehath did that to themselves, or whether it was a punishment."

A wisp of smoke curls out of your ash pipe.

Ezerak says to Saragos, "Indeed. The histories are so often quite unclear."

Illiya says to Saragos, "Either way I think if they want us to do as they wish they should provide a more convincing message."

Ezerak sighs.

Allye asks Asildu, "Apologies for another tangent. Along Anuril's previous thoughts of what else might be the source of all this: you mentioned earlier that you are no Dragon Priest. Do you sense if the Heralds have any cause for concern that their dragon emperor Ael'tharaxus is claimed to have "ascended" in some way?"

Elizzibiana says to Asildu, "I take it from your ignoring of my question then you do not know anything of them. Interesting."

Rhainn asks Riverlynn, "Do you have more coffee?"

Asildu says to Elizzibiana, "Apologies. I know little, beyond what is written. I've never met her."

Rhainn smiles at Riverlynn.

(Jaelia sits, folding her legs carefully and arranging the skirts of her gown before she begins a meditative prayer of her own.)

Riverlynn offers Rhainn a mug of hot creamed coffee.

Rhainn accepts Riverlynn's hot creamed coffee.

Riverlynn says, "I do."

Elizzibiana says to Asildu, "I asked of you knew anything about her or the sentinal, that is all."

Rhainn exclaims, "Thank you so much!"

Rhainn takes a sip of her coffee.

Riverlynn nods to Rhainn.

Elizzibiana nods.

Asildu says to Elizzibiana, "It wasn't my intent to ignore. Again, numerous questions at once. I'm only one mind and one pair of lips."

You pace back and forth.

Elizzibiana says to Asildu, "I know that, it does get quite mad at times."

Ezerak nods at Elizzibiana, obviously agreeing with her views.

Allye nods in agreement.

Asildu says to Kethrai, "Not to my knowledge."

Kethrai casually observes the area.

Nawain takes a sip of her coffee.

Kethrai points at Allye.

Kethrai angles his ears forward in curiosity.

You grin at Kethrai.

Allye exclaims, "Oh!"

Asildu says, "But, I do think I have disrupted your gathering enough for now."

Allye nods to Asildu.

You say, "I think that was an answer to Allye's question."

Jaelia intones:

"Phelim, if it be your Will - Can you Provide a Vision or Insight into the Words this Scholar speaks?: Lemicus, can you open your knowledge and flow like the rivers into our mind to reveal hidden secrets

We ask Drogor, you of the deep seas and deeper knowledge

And to Meraud and Eluned, so often at odds, but keepers of knoweldge each in their own domains

Reveal the Truth of the Heralds to us so we may serve

If this will help restore balance or fight that which harms you and them."

Jaelia waves some fragrant incense over herself.

Rhainn takes a sip of her coffee.

Asildu says, "Ah, could be. So many new faces."

Jaelia gazes upward.

Jaelia waves some fragrant incense over herself.

Asildu nods to you.

Kethrai says, "Highest flattery that I could be mistaken for her."

Jaelia places her hands on her thighs and bows deeply at the waist towards Asildu, holding the position for a moment before returning upright.

Shh'oiyvh-ur Ograth Elizzibiana went through a silver arch.

Allye grins sheepishly at Kethrai.

Illiya smiles at Kethrai, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Asildu chuckles.

You give Kethrai a gentle poke in the ribs.

Elurora bows to Asildu.

Asildu says, "It is a good looking group."

Asildu nods.

The Warm Night tobacco in your a white ash pipe with a raven-shaped bowl goes out and crumbles away.

You say to Kethrai, "Oh, you're going to have to step up your snack game now."

Rhainn curtsies to Asildu.

Elurora says to Asildu, "Thank you for answering our questions."

Asildu says, "I thank you all for your time and for allowing me to observe."

Kerennya smiles at Asildu.

Jaelia says, "Thank you for the discussion."

Illiya says to Asildu, "Thank you for speaking with us again."

Aerilia nods to Asildu.

Allye says, "Yes. Thank you."

Illiya nods in agreement.

Asildu nods.

Sliyder says, "Talk soon, Sildua."

Sliyder nods to Asildu.

Asildu chuckles.

Rhainn takes a sip of her coffee.

Asildu bows.

Sliyder snickers.

Nawain takes a sip of her coffee.

Breath of the Heralds Asildu went through a silver arch.

Sliyder says, "Haha."

Illiya asks Kethrai, "Will you cater my next party?"

Elurora gazes at a silver arch.

Shaylynne gazes at a silver arch.

Aerilia nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Riverlynn casually observes the area.

Sliyder says, "Welp."

Saragos shakes his head.

Jaelia asks Illiya, "Are cupcakes not enough for your parties anymore?"

Kethrai says to Illiya, "Oh no, I don't have that kind of magic."

Vaerek puts his iris in his surveyor's case.

Illiya grins at Jaelia, her dimples flashing into view.

Jaelia exclaims to Illiya, "You got fancy!"

Saragos says, "I feel like I just had my time wasted."

Ezerak sighs.

Shaylynne says to Kethrai, "Take out boxes for all."

Jaelia grins at Saragos.

Shaylynne nods to Kethrai.

Illiya says to Jaelia, "Nooo the cupcakes are perfect."

Aerilia says, "Talking in circles leaves one feeling that way, yes."

Sliyder nods.

Ezerak nods at Aerilia, obviously agreeing with her views.

Riverlynn nods in agreement.

Jaelia says to Saragos, "To be fair, most of it is a game that goes nowhere but you have to poke it just in case its the threads that does go somewhere."

Vaerek says, "What a mess we've gotten ourselve's into."

Jaelia says to Saragos, "If I had lost my wife, I would have ripped out my hair and set them on fire."

Elurora flashes a quick grin at Vaerek.

Kethrai says, "He either doesn't have or won't share the specific information we'd need to understand the Heralds better."

Allye sighs softly.

Vaerek says, "Was nice seeing you all."

Sliyder nods.

Allye nods to Vaerek.

Ezerak says, "It was the most we have gotten from him, though. And some interesting things at that. Though I do not feel we are any closer to finding our people."

Jaelia says to Saragos, "Temporarily of course, we will get her back."

Vaerek says, "Take care."

Vaerek waves.

Ezerak rubs his right eye.

Saragos says to Jaelia, "I'm working on that part."

Elurora gives Ezerak a slight nod.

Vaerek went through a silver arch.

Allye nods at Ezerak, obviously agreeing with his views.

Nawain makes a grunting noise.

Illiya looks with concern at Saragos.

Aerilia says, "His spellcraft was the slightest bit illuminating, at least. He's no mere bard."

Illiya says to Ezerak, "I don't feel that we are either unfortunately."

Illiya nods to Aerilia.

Kethrai nods to Aerilia.

Jaelia says to Saragos, "If it helps, I remember how super courteous and fawning over Book originally was. I do offer good faith if they are true, but I'm not dumb enough to not remember those things either."

Sliyder says, "Hopefully we can continue piecing this together so we know where to focus our energy."

Shaylynne says to Aerilia, "Or he's a warrior mage with two bard scrolls..."

Sliyder says, "Be safe all."

You nod to Shaylynne.

Saragos grins at Shaylynne.

You smirk.

Jaelia waves.

Casari says to Shaylynne, "I was wondering if anyone else was paying attention."

Jaelia just skipped out.

Illiya says, "He had more than two of each guild's spells."

Aerilia says to Shaylynne, "He cast at least three warrior mage spells, and bard spells to boot. I was counting."

Illiya nods.

Illiya says, "Me too."

Nawain ponders.

Aerilia says, "But.. yes, it could be the other way around."

Aerilia nods to Shaylynne.

Saragos says, "Another day, I'd be begging him to tell how he learned that. Today, that's so far down my list I can't even see it."

Nawain asks, "Could they somehow represent types of mana? The streams themselves?"

Nawain ponders.

Ezerak says, "Well, I'm certainly not ruling out that the Heralds are behind the imprisonment of our people, but I do lean more and more to believing that we're dealing with a multifaceted issue."

Casari says, "Regardless, even if he has power from the Heralds, he didn't prove they're not trying to wipe us all out."

Shadow Tracker Sliyder went through a silver arch.

Kethrai says to Nawain, "You know, somehow I wouldn't be surprised if Valenal was able to use all kinds of Lunar magic."

Nawain nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Elurora slowly says, "We have a Paladin with Cleric spells, a Bard with Warrior Mage spells. We just need the other two now."

Allye asks, "Though, if they wanted to do that, they could just wipe us all out? Why the games and the pleas to stop sorcery?"

Kethrai says, "Despite claiming to be a Warrior Mage himself..."

Elurora gazes off into the distance.

Casari asks Allye, "Could they?"

Illiya says to Casari, "True we don't know the Heralds' motivation. But we also don't know if he really bears the message of the Heralds either."

Ezerak says to Kethrai, "Might be they can use others too, considering their stance on sorcery."

Allye says to Casari, "I've never met a Herald, so I suppose I can't say. But we've been led to believe they have such power."

Kethrai nods to Ezerak.

Allye nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Casari says, "Or maybe they're stuck trying to fight the Immortals right now, and they can't do a darned thing here."

Casari shrugs.

Kethrai says, "Or it may be that everything in our plane is so... fragile right now, they can't act except through indirect means."

Kethrai says, "Direct action might make things worse faster."

You get a primrose chamois cloth from inside your leather haversack.

You tap a white ash pipe with a raven-shaped bowl that you are holding.

You carefully clean the residue from your ash pipe.

Allye says, "Hmm, either of those could be true. I wish even one thing could be truly clear."

Illiya says, "I am leaning towards what Anuril said earlier, the elusive third party that we've yet to meet."

You make a grunting noise.

Ezerak says to Illiya, "Third? I think we're up to at least five by now."

Ezerak grins, revealing his dimples.

Illiya says, "Liraxes at least is totally unlike anything I've seen before.. I don't discount that there's more weird stuff out there from other planes."

Nawain giggles.

Allye appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Illiya says to Ezerak, "Well, yeah."

Illiya flashes a quick grin at Ezerak.

Riverlynn slowly says, "I am pretty ignorant to all of this, but if something had the power to turn off magic and didn't want people to use certain magics, couldnt they just keep magic off..."

Elurora gazes thoughtfully at Riverlynn.

Rhainn nods to Riverlynn.

Elurora says, "Maybe they can't keep it off."

Kethrai says to Riverlynn, "Unless they can't. They might only be able to suppress it."

Kethrai nods to Elurora.

Elurora nods to Kethrai.

Saragos says to Riverlynn, "Clearly the Heralds want magic on, for some reason. Or they'd have left it off a long time ago."

You say to Riverlynn, "A parent can douse all the candles in a home to make a child sleep, but the parent is still sitting in the dark."

Saragos says to Kethrai, "Or that, yeah."

Ezerak says to Riverlynn, "That is a question we've asked and not found an answer to so far."

Ezerak says, "Just suspicions."

Illiya gazes thoughtfully at you.

Riverlynn gives a slight nod.

Casari says, "Or Meraud told them 'no'."

Riverlynn says, "So they aren't -that- powerful."

Illiya says, "Meraud has saved us on at least one occasion."

Kethrai says, "If magic is integral to maintaining this plane, and that's what they all seem to want..."

Rhainn says, "It's dependent on us for some reason, it seems."

Elurora nods to Kethrai.

Allye ponders.

Nawain says, "I wonder if maybe magic passes through our.... plane? If magic is shut off to our plane, it can't pass downstream. Would be like daming the whole river."

Ezerak says to Casari, "Could he tell them no? If the Immortals are to the Heralds what we are to the Immortals, I cannot imagine they have much say in the matter."

Allye nods to Nawain.

Casari says to Ezerak, "I have literally no reason to belive that."

Ezerak nods at Casari, obviously agreeing with her views.

Ezerak says to Nawain, "That is one of the more interesting theories I have heard."

Saragos nods to Nawain.

Saragos says to Nawain, "I like that."

Kethrai says, "Well, one thing that Asildu said that was interesting, depending on whether it's true..."

Nawain says, "Can only shut it off for so long before it either finds another way, or damages something more important downstream."

Nawain blushes furiously!

Elurora touches Nawain with a confident grace and familiar smile.

Ezerak gazes at Kethrai.

Kethrai says, "That the Plane of Abiding is 'home' to the Heralds. Their previous home was destroyed, and they don't want to lose this one too."

Elurora nods to Kethrai.

Illiya nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Ezerak nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Allye says, "Hmm, true."

Kethrai says, "As opposed to the Immortals, who don't live on this plane, they have their own."

Ezerak says to Kethrai, "It was also interesting that he did not lump demons in with other extraplanar entities."

Kethrai nods to Ezerak.

Riverlynn frowns.

Illiya says, "But we are all at least somewhat religious, I think we are more prone to believe a messenger from the Immortals."

Nawain nods at Illiya, obviously agreeing with her views.

Aerilia nods to Illiya.

You say, "Well, there's extraplanar as in, from another nearby plane, and there's extraplanar as in, from the Void beyond the planes."

Kethrai nods to you.

You say, "A fire elemental and a demon are wildly different."

Kethrai says, "I interpreted the extraplanar entities to mean things like the Arbiter in Darkness, Emperor of the Line... Liraxes now, I suppose... Powerful Elementals..."

Ezerak says to you, "But so is a fire elemental and say, whatever Liraxes is, exactly."

Kethrai asks, "The Lord of the Void, maybe...?"

Kethrai glances at you.

You shake your head at Ezerak.

Illiya says, "If only Ayrell were here to host a Rooftop lecture about extraplanar entities."

Elurora nods at Illiya, obviously agreeing with her views.

Ezerak nods at Illiya, obviously agreeing with her views.

Elurora says to Illiya, "When she gets back."

You smile at Illiya.

Kerennya chuckles.

Nawain nods at Illiya, obviously agreeing with her views.

Ezerak quietly says to Illiya, "Her lectures are one of the things I miss most."

Maraisel smiles.

Maraisel pats Ezerak on the back.

Illiya gazes at Ezerak with a sympathetic look on her face.

Illiya nods to Ezerak.

Shaylynne says, "Before she was gone she was worried about two lectures in one night, when she gets back we'll have to tell her now we need even more than that."

Shaylynne nods to Ezerak.

Illiya grins at Shaylynne, her dimples flashing into view.

Elurora nods to Shaylynne.

Ezerak nods at Shaylynne, obviously agreeing with her views.

Elurora grins at Shaylynne.

Allye grins at Shaylynne.

Illiya says, "I guess I shall have to do some reading, which is not usually what I like to do."

Elurora pats Illiya on the back.

Shaylynne begins chortling at Illiya.

Kethrai asks, "But if the Heralds are from elsewhere, and that elsewhere isn't any of the nearby Planes, ARE they of the same... category, as demons? They just got in, while we've managed to keep the demons out?"

Elurora gazes thoughtfully at Kethrai.

Saragos says to Kethrai, "You know..."

Saragos says, "When we killed Maelshyve, we got some of her memories as well."

Nawain frowns.

You arch your eyebrow.

Kethrai angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Saragos.

Kerennya tilts her head, clearly curious about something.

Ezerak gazes at Saragos.

Saragos says, "She fled away from something else. Something that destroyed her former home."

Saragos says, "She was also a migrant."

Aerilia ponders.

Elurora quietly says, "I wonder if we could use the Bulwark to push something out if wanted..."

Illiya says to Saragos, "Interesting.."

Elurora gazes off into the distance.

Nawain ponders.

Nawain asks Elurora, "In what condition?"

Nawain grins at Elurora.

Elurora asks Nawain, "I'm not sure, but they were able to use it to close that one crack and keep something out. In theory, couldn't we kind of...nudge it against something?"

Elurora shifts her weight.

Nawain nods to Elurora.

Saragos recites:

"Expanding as you focus upon the fall mosaic, it branches between possibility and history, a slim distinction between her manifest will and her accomplished action. Flickers of images of her domain evaporating, an entire plane unraveling at the edges, the inexorable unmaking of all things tugging at everything, waiting at the end of eternity. As she fled, the undoing followed, each plane falling in turn, and she was forced from each haven."

You ask Elurora, "You want to shield bash a herald with the bulwark?"

Aerilia peers quizzically at Saragos.

Nawain gazes at Saragos.

Elurora says to you, "Basically? Though maybe not a Herald, but whatever we needed."

Kethrai says, "So although Asildu said he wasn't aware of any others who 'came along' when the Heralds left their original home... maybe there were some others, and they're out on the doorstep still trying to get in."

Saragos says, "That was from inside Maelshyve's Pith."

You grin at Elurora.

Ezerak asks you, "I mean, if we have to?"

Allye says to Saragos, "Interesting."

Kerennya asks Elurora, "If it's like a box, then one has to wonder exactly how sturdy a box is it?"

Elurora looks at you and shrugs.

Aerilia ponders.

Elurora blushes, the tips of her ears turning a delicate scarlet hue.

Ezerak nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.

Nawain frowns.

Illiya says, "I wonder what destroyed her plane."

Nawain asks, "A great undoing?"

Nawain ponders.

Aerilia asks, "So you think maybe the same thing was responible for the destruction of the heralds' world?"

Illiya asks, "Could be. And maybe it's related to what's happening to ours now?"

Elurora asks Kerennya, "Hopefully very?"

Allye asks, "What if it was sorcery? Wouldn't that be ironic?"

Elurora flashes a wide grin at Kerennya.

Aerilia nods to Illiya.

Kerennya grins at Elurora.

Ezerak says, "This is all...terrifying."

Elurora nods at Ezerak, obviously agreeing with his views.

Saragos looks at Aerilia and shrugs.

Riverlynn nods at Ezerak, obviously agreeing with his views.

Saragos says to Aerilia, "I don't know, but it's awfully similar."

Aerilia nods to Saragos.

Illiya nods at Ezerak, obviously agreeing with his views.

Kethrai says to Allye, "It could explain the Heralds' insistence against it, if it was responsible for unraveling their previous plane."

Allye nods to Kethrai.

You nod to Kethrai.

Aerilia says, "It is. But maybe all plane-destroying things sound similiar from the outside."

Kethrai says, "And, it would make some sense why it follows Maelshyve everywhere she goes, in that case..."

Allye gnaws on her lip.

A pained expression crosses Nawain's face.

Illiya asks Kethrai, "Does it follow her?"

Nawain says, "Well. At least it won't go any further, then."

Kethrai says to Illiya, "Based on what Saragos related, at least."

Kethrai says, "As she fled from plane to plane, the undoing followed."

Illiya ponders.

Ezerak says to Kethrai, "No less terrifying, but interesting, too."

Illiya asks Saragos, "What caused you to kill Maelshyve in the first place?"

Casari folds her arms across her chest.

Saragos says to Illiya, "Demons seek only to destroy, devour, to pervert. Them getting what they want results in our plane not working the way we want it to. We die, or we become something alien."

Nawain shudders.

Casari says, "The Immortals would have to be blind to the threat in order for their message to be different from the Heralds' message."

Kethrai nods to Saragos.

Saragos says to Illiya, "Where I've said that you can maybe trust some extraplanar beings to at least want things to stay the way we want them to? Demons are the opposite."

Saragos says, "And they oppose the Immortals besides."

Ezerak says to Casari, "Perhaps they are, again assuming the Heralds are so above them."

Casari says to Ezerak, "Stressing the IF, but IF they were above the Immortals, then maybe."

Ezerak nods to Casari.

Casari says, "Okay, well, the Heralds won't talk to us, but the Immortals sometimes will. So let's ask."

Ezerak says to Casari, "Yes, I am just speculating, of course."

Ezerak says to Casari, "You know, you may be on to something."

Saragos says, "Sounds like a good idea."

Kethrai says, "Or maybe the Heralds are simply... erasing the nuance. Maybe they understand that basic cross-realm casting isn't dangerous, but they think it's a kind of... slippery slope, if you relax on that, then high sorcery is sure to follow."

Aerilia nods to Kethrai.

Casari says, "I don't know, maybe someone can convince Unaka to get Truffenyi to tell us if the Heralds are more powerful and have greater perspective than the Immortals."

Illiya says, "I don't know if there's any way for us to guess what the Heralds really want, big picture wise."

Shaylynne declares her sudden desire to take a hike as she blends into her surroundings.

Kethrai says, "You don't tell your child only to eat one or two sweets before bedtime, you tell them none."

Elurora blinks at Kethrai.

Riverlynn ponders.

Allye quietly says to Kethrai, "I don't advise trying that one with Alma."

Kethrai giggles at Allye.

Elurora giggles at Allye.

You smirk.

Illiya grins at Allye, her dimples flashing into view.

Kethrai says to Allye, "Lucky for me, I'm not a Mom."

Ezerak chuckles at Allye.

Allye says to Kethrai, "Never say never."

Allye chortles softly at some secret joke.

Nawain leans on Elurora.

Kerennya smiles softly to herself.

Saragos nods to Kethrai.

Saragos says, "That's what I was thinking about."

Casari says, "Don't get me wrong, I'm still willing to burn them all down."

Elurora smiles down at Nawain and changes her stance slightly for a more sturdy base to rest against.

Casari cracks her knuckles.

Aerilia says, "Hopefully Liraxes completes its observations before long and can tell us more. If we're inclined to believe it, that is."

Allye nods to Aerilia.

Illiya says, "Assuming Liraxes doesn't decide we're the threat and wipe us out too."

Saragos says, "Ok, let's assume that I'm right, and that the Heralds did kidnap them. That was clear Sorcery that we saw. But it was better - the mana streams remained separate. The problem we have with Sorcery is that we're groping blindly, because we can only sense one type."

Aerilia nods to Illiya.

Kethrai says, "I'm inclined to listen to what it has to say and wonder what its motivations are to say that, same as with all the rest of these visitors so far."

Casari nods to Saragos.

Allye nods to Saragos.

Ezerak nods at Casari, obviously agreeing with her views.

Saragos says, "What if what they hate is really the backlash, and they're just saying Sorcery is bad because they're not concerned with that nuance. Tell us it's ok if we do it just right, we'll keep doing it."

Kerennya nods to Kethrai.

Ezerak nods to Saragos.

Kethrai ponders.

Aerilia ponders.

You say to Saragos, "Well, some have noted that in that place we could all seem to perceive all types. Which was... inconsistent with our everyday lives."

Casari says, "Well it was either that or they don't want to share 'their' power."

Ezerak says to Saragos, "Us mortals do tend to overestimate our own intelligene."

Saragos says to you, "All types but Holy."

You say, "All types that were present."

Saragos nods to you.

Illiya grins at Ezerak, her dimples flashing into view.

You say, "Perhaps the place had something to do with that."

You frown.

Riverlynn nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Kethrai sighs.

Elurora rubs her head.

Elurora gazes upward.

Kerennya asks, "Or what if they just had a way to mask the holy mana?"

Saragos says, "Well, if that's what's going on, it might be that they'd not want us to learn more. Because that would encourage us to keep trying, doing more backlashes.,."

Riverlynn asks, "Do you think they could be being held captive by their own magic? The absent of holy with them and in them? Or is that dumb because like I said, who knows?"

Kethrai says, "Just once, would love to come out of one of these with more answers than new questions."

Aerilia says, "Even if we could perfectly manipulate all mana, that only further incentivises high sorcery. And so far everyone has agreed that's bad."

Elurora nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Saragos asks, "And they might yank some people they felt were inadvertently getting close?"

Casari says to Saragos, "Figure out how they do it, do it BETTER because there are more manas available to us...."

Rhainn gazes thoughtfully at Casari.

Rhainn nods.

Ezerak says to Riverlynn, "Interesting idea, but it certainly felt like there must be more to it than that."

Elurora says to Riverlynn, "I was in one of the Null Prisons and I felt no holy magic in it."

Ezerak says, "Certainly seemed like some sort of...intention."

Riverlynn nods to Elurora.

Kerennya asks Elurora, "So was your attunement gone, or...?"

Saragos says, "I don't care to learn their tricks. I just want my wife back."

Ezerak nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Casari nods.

Elurora says to Kerennya, "None of us could access our magic but we could sense the 'prison' around us and that it was made up for three mana types."

Casari says to Saragos, "Whatever it takes."

Allye nods in agreement.

Riverlynn stifles a yawn.

Illiya nods to Elurora.

Ezerak nods at Riverlynn, obviously agreeing with her views.

Elurora softly says, "We will get them all back. I don't know how, but I have faith that we will."

Elurora gazes upward.

Kethrai nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.

Illiya says to Elurora, "We have to."

Ezerak nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.

Elurora nods at Illiya, obviously agreeing with her views.

Rhainn nods to Elurora.

Ezerak says to Elurora, "We must."

Kethrai's ears droop sleepily as he lets out a huge yawn.

Elurora nods emphatically at Ezerak.

Kerennya says, "Just wish we could get to the bottom of at least a piece or two of this puzzle."

Elurora nods at Kerennya, obviously agreeing with her views.

Allye nods to Kerennya.

Elurora flashes a wide grin at Kerennya.

Ezerak quietly says, "I thank you all again for coming, and for your kind words and prayers."

Elurora says, "We have so many pieces, but figuring out how they fit..."

Elurora shakes her head.

Casari nods to Ezerak.

Elurora smiles at Ezerak.

Elurora nods to Ezerak.

Aerilia smiles at Ezerak.

Ezerak nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.

You grin at Kethrai.

Rhainn nods to Ezerak.

Rhainn smiles.

Allye nods.

Nawain yawns expansively.

Elurora looks at Allye, obviously trying not to grin.

Ezerak says to Elurora, "Yes, I think I agree with your puzzle analogy, that we've got multiple puzzles, and the pieces are all mixed together."

Elurora nods to Nawain.

Kethrai says to you, "Gonna need an inn room in town, I think."

Rhainn says, "I will continue to pray on their behalf."

You nod.

Elurora nods at Ezerak, obviously agreeing with his views.

Nawain nods to Elurora.

Nawain rubs her head.

Nawain stands up.

Saragos says, "I think it's time to try something I've been holding back on."

Saragos says, "Not now, but soon."

Elurora cocks her head at Saragos.

Kerennya asks, "What's that?"

Ezerak gazes at Saragos.

Rhainn gazes at Saragos.

Nawain observes Saragos with fascination.

You observe Saragos with fascination.

Elurora says to Saragos, "If I can help, I will."

Nawain nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Aerilia blinks.

Saragos says, "Can't talk about it. They might be watching. Probably are."

Casari nods to Saragos.

Casari asks, "The carpet, right?"

Allye looks thoughtfully at Saragos.

Ezerak says to Saragos, "Ah, I think I see."

Saragos says, "But it's worth a try."

Saragos says, "At least learn something."

Saragos puts his pearl in a crackling eddy of seething blue light arcing from a lumium torus.

Ezerak says to Saragos, "I was worried for a moment that you might be planning something...particularly rash."

Nawain quietly says, "To know how to use what you learned is Enelne's best gift."

Nawain nods to Saragos.

Kerennya says to Saragos, "And I thought for a moment you were starting to sound the way everyone described Mazrian before he disappeared."

Saragos says to Ezerak, "Rash? No. Risky? Sure. But I tried rash, and it didn't work. So now it's risky, but calculated."

Ezerak nods to Saragos.

Riverlynn went through a silver arch.

Saragos says to Kerennya, "Well. You're right. But you know what... if you know they're watching you, I could see how that could break a man down."

Saragos says, "I can feel their eyes on me, even now."

Kerennya nods.

Nawain frowns.

Elurora furrows her brow.

You take your rightful place beside Kethrai.

Kethrai says, "All right, I'm going to find an inn room in this city to curl up in before I fall asleep standing up..."

Elurora nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Maraisel nods.

Rhainn nods.

Illiya says, "Sounds good.. I should rest as well."

Saragos says to Kerennya, "You know what it's like to be more worried about anything than you've been in your life, and you can't even talk to your friends about it? They didn't just steal my wife. They stole my pride. My dignity. The warmth of friendship."

Elurora says, "I should feed Dog, my boots are suffering from these late nights into early mornings."

Elurora grins wryly.

You raise two fingers to your brow in a quick hand salute.

Illiya says, "Good to see you all again."

Saragos says, "Now it's all got to be up in here. Until it's ready."

Nawain winces.

Saragos taps his head.

Rhainn says, "Goodbye, friends."

Elurora touches Ezerak with a confident grace and familiar smile.

Elurora nods to Ezerak.

Intern Rhainn went through a silver arch.

Truthseeker Elurora went through a silver arch.

Strawberry Nurse Illiya went through a silver arch.

Kethrai says, "Be safe, everyone."

Aerilia says, "Take care."

Kethrai asks Saragos, "Safe and smart, yeah...?"

Lord of Elamiri Gridaksma went through a silver arch.

Kerennya says to Saragos, "Not in exactly that way, but I know what it is to be separated from one I love dearly for a heartbreakingly long period of time."

Nawain casually observes the area.

Kerennya softly says, "I know the pain of loss all too well."

Nawain says, "The janitor has been kind."

Nawain just touched a fragrant yellow rose.

Heart Tender Kethrai's group went through a silver arch.
}}

Anuril

2024-08-03T15:17:40Z

RUSSELLC1: /* Logs */

Item:Divine charm

2024-07-22T20:41:22Z

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{{Item
|noun=charm
|look=Suspended along a rawhide cord is a thirteen-pointed star crafted out of silver. At the center of the star is a clear diamond in an asymetical setting. The setting is currently "facing" up. 
Not only does it seem that the setting can be turned, you intuit that you can glean more information through studying the item.
|MTag=silver,diamond,rawhide
|CTag=silver
|STag=seventeen-point star,star
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}}
Release Date: 1 Moliko 415 (3/9/2015) 
 
These charms are special devices for new characters that allow them additional, easily accessable help during the first few circles. These powers gradually go away as the character gains ranks in their highest skill, finally stopping altogether at 50 ranks in their highest skill. Upon achieving 50 ranks in any skill, invoking/interaction with your divine charm will cause it to fade away. 
Unless otherwise noted, these features can be used as many times as the user wishes with no cooldown. 
* {{com|study}}: One of the symbols of the Thirteen Immortals, these charms are found by the worthy to propel them forward through times of uncertainty. The power within these charms defy conventional magic theory, being a small expression of the Divine, but is nonetheless fickle. The gods expect their adherents to learn their lessons quickly and not rely on divine providence forever.
: There are five powers commonly associated with these charms, four active and one passive. The active powers are toggled by which direction the gem setting is turned, while the passive one merely requires wearing the charm. These powers range from teleporting, to healing, to coming back from the dead nigh-effortlessly. 
:[The divine charm is bonded to you without charges.]
* {{com|turn}}: The gem and its setting gives way with moderate pressure, swinging clockwise 90 degrees before setting in place with a *click*. The gem now faces <direction>.
: You get an intuitive sense from the charm that it will now <magical power> if invoked.
::It is not necessary to turn the charm to use the {{tt|DEPART}} function. Simply use the {{tt|DEPART}} command while dead.
::The default setting out of the character manager is the teleport to starting location effect.
* {{com|Invoke}} charm to activate the magical power you've turned it to.
* {{com|Invoke}} charm (at 50 ranks): Your charm shimmers and with a quiet thrumming sound disappears entirely.
* Healing messaging (3rd party): A helix of blue and white light swirls around <player>! Wounds and even minute imperfections along <his/her> body disappear in a brilliant supernatural display!
 
:For Emphasis: Divine charms do not care about your circle or your accumulative ranks, only '''the highest single skill that you have'''. In addition to this natural limitation, there is one, perhaps obvious point: divine charms do not work for [[Necromancer]]s.
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!Feature!!Can Be Used Until!!Restrictions
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|teleport to <starting location>||25 ranks||none
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|teleport to Guildeader||25 ranks||Thieves are sent to a nearby area
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|Depart without cost||37 ranks||Just DEPART while dead to use
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|[[Ease Burden]]||50 ranks||none
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|Full heal||50 ranks||can be done every (3 + highest skill) minutes
|}
{{RefAl}}

Hylomorphic Corruption

2024-02-22T04:45:00Z

RUSSELLC1:

{{spoilers}}
''' Hylomorphic corruption''' is the result of [[Warrior Mages]] using [[Hylomorphic Sorcery]] spells like [[Aethrolysis]].

The effects of the corruption are recurring wounds and vitality or spirit damage. This damage accumulates, similar to [[poison]] or [[disease]], so be careful of numerous casts. The damage also appears to scale based off of the mana put into the Hylomorphic spell cast. More powerful casts appear to cause spirit damage more frequently than vitality damage. [[Align]]ing to the elemental domain of metal causes Hylomorphic corruption to decay faster without increasing the detrimental effects. Being in a room with a summoned metal domain active will temporarily stop both the damaging effects and the decay.

==Damage messaging==
This section was recently discovered while testing with alignment to the metal plane, and may require that alignment to get "lesser" effects. Of note, these effects were accompanied with actual damage, and did not begin to occur until approximately 30 minutes after the last cast of the spell while waiting for the corruption to cease. The initial period was strictly vit damage and some random skin/eye damage without noticed messaging. Further testing should be done for clarity. Also of note, HEALME in Test does not clear Hylomorphic Corruption.

Hypothesis: The messaging occurs when the phase is transitioning as the corruption decays.

*Heat blooms on your skin like an instantaneous sunburn.
*Your throat clamps, and you cough blood for several moments.
*You spit at the sudden taste of bile in your mouth.
*Your mouth feels sore with multiple cankers.
*A punishing headache pounds into your skull.


*Searing pain splashes like an oil slick across your sight! Aetheric colors iridesce wildly, soon succumbing to a heinous blue that saps your body and soul.
*Your body becomes alight as though it has swallowed a small blue sun. Skin peels back from spontaneous bursts of melted flesh, spilling vitreous red particles and leaking white smoke.
*You sense that the raw matter of your body is deteriorating in unknowable, grievous ways.
*A devastating nausea cascades up your body, driving blood out of your mouth. Hacking and trembling, you swat scalding tears from your eyes.
*For a moment, you are blinded by scorching black pain!
*Your flesh sizzles from within as if injected with boiling oil!
*Your bones glow with momentary blue brilliance, brittle and singing with pain.
*Your hanging skin seems to sprout burns and ulcerations, clotted with suppuration and blood.
*You become alight with the poison metal that has suffused your body so thoroughly. Skin peels back from spontaneous bursts of liquid flesh, spilling particles of vitrified blood and leaking vaporized bone. The impossibility of what is happening to you is only eclipsed by the anguish you endure.

{{RefAl}}

Anuril/Logs/20240123 Chepiso Speeches

2024-01-24T17:33:42Z

RUSSELLC1: Created page with "{{Log |date=2024-01-23 |gamedate=448-01-08 |eventname=Confronting Chepiso Outside Shard |event_instance=DR |pov=Anuril |log= You hear a male voice yell from the east, "You wish to pontificate. Please do." Tathalus chuckles. Ruea leans on Ayrell. Voranos says, "Madigan if you join up I can turn over lead of this group to you or Betlind as you see fit." Mazrian says, "Oh, interesting." Mazrian says, "He bannered." Nawain says, "Oh, banner. Good." Mazrian..."

{{Log
|date=2024-01-23
|gamedate=448-01-08
|eventname=Confronting Chepiso Outside Shard
|event_instance=DR
|pov=Anuril
|log=
You hear a male voice yell from the east, "You wish to pontificate. Please do."

Tathalus chuckles.

Ruea leans on Ayrell.

Voranos says, "Madigan if you join up I can turn over lead of this group to you or Betlind as you see fit."

Mazrian says, "Oh, interesting."

Mazrian says, "He bannered."

Nawain says, "Oh, banner. Good."

Mazrian points east.

Nawain nods.

Navesi nods to Mazrian.

Mazrian closes his eyes and settles into a graceful stance.

Betlind nods.

Tathalus says, "Pontificate."

Voranos nods.

You follow Voranos east.

[Shard, East Bridge]

Marble balustrades on either side of the walkway shine with a mysterious light of their own, marking the boundaries of the bridge's width. The ancient planks underfoot are hard and sturdy, defying the erosion of time. You also see a pink-eared white piglet with an inky blue octopus costume curtained in sinuous spun glitter tentacles on it and a ghostly white banner.

Also here: Songbird Mendira whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light, Knight Penitent Briaen who is surrounded by a corona of fiery light, Spirit Guide Harsh who is emanating a bright holy aura, Erratic Oracle Solitudines who is shrouded by swirling grey fog, Ale Beard Rhadyn, Leviathan Friend Navesi, Tempest Knight Saragos who has a fiery visage, Indomitable Fortress Voranos who has a stony visage, a calmed Grandmother Caledric who is shrouded in ghostly flames, a calmed Shield of Starlight Betlind, a calmed Enelne's Voice Nawain who is shrouded in ghostly flames, a calmed Mountain Lord Ezerak, a calmed Lady of Elamiri Ayrell who has a stony visage, a calmed Beach Bum Lycidylia who is enwreathed in waves of oceanic light filled with specters of playfully frolicking dolphins, a calmed Heart Tender Kethrai, a calmed Dragon's Shadow Waydren and a calmed Warrior Zealot Chepiso.

Obvious paths: east, west.

Lycidylia touches Voranos on the wrist with two fingers, feeling for a pulse hopefully.

Betlind joins Voranos's group.

Mazrian just arrived.

Ruea just arrived.

Lycidylia touches Harsh on the wrist with two fingers, feeling for a pulse.

Ruea waves to Chepiso.

Waydren asks Chepiso, "Are you here for words, or weapons?"

Betlind squints at Chepiso.

Chepiso says, "Please, enlighten me as to how your treating with Necromancers is virtuous."

Ruea asks Chepiso, "Hello darling, what god do you prefer?"

Maligned just arrived.

Kethrai says to Chepiso, "You've got some... you've got a thing in your... never mind."

Cidaron just arrived.

Mendira frowns at Chepiso.

Maligned just arrived.

CJ>look chepi wound

You see Warrior Zealot Chepiso, Hound of Rutilor, a Human Paladin.

He has faint scuffing to the left hand.

He has a glaes throwing star lodged shallowly into his left hand, a glaes throwing star lodged shallowly into his left hand, a glaes throwing star lodged shallowly into his left hand, a glaes throwing star lodged shallowly into his left hand.

He is in good shape.

Chepiso puts his blade in his canvas backpack.

Ruea takes a sip of her wine.

Chepiso skillfully removes a glaes throwing star from his hand leaving the wound no worse than it was before.

You try hard not to grin.

Chepiso drops a glaes throwing star.

Ruea asks, "Oh can I have that back?"

Chepiso skillfully removes a glaes throwing star from his hand leaving the wound no worse than it was before.

Tathalus asks, "So its here to...pont.....ponti.........pondtunafrigate?"

Ruea moves a crystal glass of Dalesian white wine to her left hand.

Voranos skillfully removes a glaes throwing star from Chepiso's hand leaving the wound no worse than it was before.

Ruea stretches out a hand imploringly to Chepiso.

Waydren says to Chepiso, "You have the wrong of it. No friends of Necromancers are here. We've assaulted the very heart of darkness --twice!-- and dispersed both the Lich Jeihrem and the Demon goddess Maelshyve. We are no friends of the wicked ones you hunt."

Chepiso says to Ruea, "You would not want me to return these, I suspect."

Voranos drops a glaes throwing star.

Chepiso drops a glaes throwing star.

Voranos skillfully removes a glaes throwing star from Chepiso's hand leaving the wound no worse than it was before.

Ruea says to Chepiso, "Oh I've had worse."

Voranos drops a glaes throwing star.

Chepiso says to Waydren, "Yet, you have a Necromancer Inquisitor among you."

Saragos nods to Waydren.

Chepiso holds his sunblade at arm's length, gazing at Briaen through its translucent structure. After a moment he blinks and lowers it, glancing at Briaen thoughtfully.

Waydren says to Chepiso, ""Your words are good. Your actions are not. You kill those who do not need killing. You are like a child learning to shoot a bow. Your aim shifts to the wrong things."

Ruea asks Voranos, "Could you hand me those?"

Mazrian says, "In principal, very few of us oppose your goals. Only your attrocious aim."

Briaen says to Chepiso, "There needs be no further bloodshed. I will leave this place with you and accept whatever fate stands before me. I just ask that you leave this people of quality their lives intact."

Voranos picks up a glaes throwing star.

Kethrai says to Chepiso, "One who has earned the reprieve of the Immortals. I have stood in the very home of Hodierna thanks to the prayers he spoke."

Voranos offers Ruea a glaes throwing star.

Ruea accepts Voranos's glaes throwing star.

Voranos picks up a glaes throwing star.

Voranos offers Ruea a glaes throwing star.

Ruea puts her star in her hunting pack.

Ayrell says to Chepiso, "There are many of us who would be your allies, if you did not conduct your work by killing innocent people."

Betlind moves into position to cover Briaen from harm.

Ruea accepts Voranos's glaes throwing star.

Ruea puts her star in her hunting pack.

Voranos picks up a glaes throwing star.

Voranos offers Ruea a glaes throwing star.

Ruea accepts Voranos's glaes throwing star.

Tathalus asks, "Nobody expects the Rissan Inquisition?"

Mendira frowns at Briaen.

Ruea puts her star in her hunting pack.

Saragos glances at Briaen.

Voranos smiles at Ruea.

Briaen rests his hand on Mendira's arm with a soft smile.

Waydren says to Chepiso, "There is a better way. There are those among us that can sense the Necromantic taint. Partner with us. Work with us to root out that which is truly evil. You have the motive and the means. Let us act as your discernment, preserving the lives of the innocent."

Nawain begins chortling at Tathalus.

Ruea praises Voranos.

You hear the voice of Sofina say, "Dont be so dense Briaen. They wont stop, we are still part of us."

Voranos searches around for a moment.

Nawain rolls her eyes.

Voranos points at Sofina, ruining her hiding place.

Sofina curtsies to Voranos.

Candy Pirate Akeiro just arrived.

Chepiso says, "Ah, and the one so many welcome to their table."

Lycidylia hugs Akeiro, who wraps his arms around Lycidylia with a warm smile.

Chepiso glances at Sofina.

Akeiro touches Chepiso on the wrist with two fingers.

Dantia quietly says to Madigan, "This would all be a lot simpler in the North."

Balthear just arrived.

Caledric says, "He claims to be able to sense the necromancy, but his primary targets have been Clerics... explain that."

Madigan nods to Dantia.

Voranos says, "Welcome isn't the correct word."

Mazrian nods at Dantia, obviously agreeing with her views.

Voranos grins at Chepiso.

Akeiro hugs Lycidylia, who wraps her arms around Akeiro with a warm smile.

Rhadyn coughs.

Chepiso asks Sofina, "I presume you are just as virtuous? Do you walk in the halls of Hodierna yourself?"

Ezerak says to Chepiso, "Oh, you are welcome to dispose of that one."

Rhadyn gruffly says, "And a barb."

You hear the voice of Sofina say, "I do not."

Rhadyn casually observes the area.

Tathalus asks Chepiso, "So, ya kill necros and their supporters?"

Ayrell picks up a glaes throwing star.

Ayrell offers Ruea a glaes throwing star.

Briaen sighs.

Mazrian says to Dantia, "We don't actually disagree about much."

Ruea accepts Ayrell's glaes throwing star.

Chepiso says to Tathalus, "Indeed."

Mazrian rubs his neck.

Ruea puts her star in her hunting pack.

Akeiro whispers something to Chepiso.

Ruea beams at Ayrell!

Dantia nods to Mazrian.

Nawain says to Chepiso, "This is what a necromancer looks like. Not the bald part, the... corrupt part. That one you can kill all day, every day, and no one will bat an eye. We might cheer and throw parades, in fact."

Nawain gestures at Sofina.

Sofina smiles at Nawain.

Potato Princess Yallen just arrived.

Ruea gazes up at the sky.

Clematis just arrived.

Tathalus asks Chepiso, "So..........what......you just roll in, kill the women and children first? Let them know you mean business?"

Yallen joins Akeiro's group.

Mendira slowly empties her lungs.

Harsh ponders.

Chepiso says to Briaen, "I think he means to call you either a "women" or a "children."

Caledric says to Sofina, "Sorry we ruined your romantic evening, but we gotta take out the trash."

Caledric glances at Chepiso.

Chepiso glances at Tathalus.

Waydren asks Chepiso, "What say you of the innocents you have killed in your quest for necromancers?"

Yallen whispers something to Akeiro.

Harsh laughs at himself.

Navesi gets a slender oak-bound volume incised with "The First Land Herald" from inside her black coat.

Navesi gets a pristine goose feather quill from inside her black coat.

Navesi carefully opens a slender oak-bound volume incised with "The First Land Herald".

Tathalus says, "Either or, depends on how much Briaen has to drink."

Ayrell says, "I would ask that same question."

Ayrell nods to Waydren.

Tathalus pats Briaen on the back.

Ayrell gazes at Chepiso.

Navesi gazes at Chepiso.

Chepiso says to Waydren, "I say that welcoming Necromancers in your heart is to be just as guilty."

Briaen says to Chepiso, "I leave you to the mob you created. I pray they take mercy on you, as I might."

Waydren says to Chepiso, "No, you are no child learning to shoot a bow. You are like the blight that festers within the oak. It twists and kills the tree from the inside."

Ayrell says to Chepiso, "Yet you have killed many who do not welcome necromancers at all."

Mendira takes her rightful place beside Briaen.

Waydren nods at Ayrell, obviously agreeing with her views.

Knight Penitent Briaen goes west, leading his group.

Chepiso says to Ayrell, "And yet, they stand arm in arm with one."

Betlind sighs.

Raven Queen Chelinde just arrived, leading her group.

Chelinde joins Akeiro's group.

Caledric exclaims, "Oh and now the ravens have arrived... It's a party now!"

Harsh snickers.

Navesi asks Chepiso, "Perhaps you could recap for those of us catching up. Would you care to list those whom you've killed, and their crimes?"

Ayrell shakes her head at Chepiso.

Kethrai asks Nawain, "You were killed by them... Would you say you are a supporter of necromancy?"

Mazrian extends his hand toward a ghostly white banner and concentrates.

Akeiro whispers something to Yallen.

Waydren asks Chepiso, "So you discredit the claims of dispersing Lich and Demon?"

Akeiro nods to Yallen.

Yallen says to Chepiso, "Tanks fers kill'n das nekras."

Yallen offers Chepiso a minature potato souffle.

Slarc joins Akeiro's group.

Ruea takes a sip of her wine.

Slarc says, "Harc."

Nawain says to Kethrai, "If I didn't like you, I'd slap you. I have never and will never support the things that destroyed my family."

Chepiso says to Waydren, "Your claims are your own. I do not judge your past actions, only your current."

Nawain gives Kethrai a little prod between the shoulder blades.

Tathalus says, "The herald."

You take your rightful place beside Kethrai.

Ruea raises an eyebrow in Nawain's direction.

Kethrai quietly says to Nawain, "Sorry, rhetorical."

Chepiso declines Yallen's offer.

Nawain makes a grunting noise.

Nawain nods in agreement.

You reach out with your senses and see blazing (20/21) streams of roiling Elemental mana coursing through the area.

You sense the Banner of Truce spell matrix in the area, which will last for about thirty-two roisaen.

Waydren asks Chepiso, "Actions not even three nights hence, when we, and not you, removed Bhaalgorn from the Crossing?"

Yallen says, "Iffns yas wans das soooooflays, fers das kill'n ovs das nekras."

Betlind nods to Waydren.

Mazrian searches around for a moment.

Peashooter Piw just arrived.

Chepiso works at polishing his sunblade with a cleaning cloth.

Piw joins Akeiro's group.

Ayrell nods at Ruea, obviously agreeing with her views.

Yallen beams at Piw!

Ruea leans on Ayrell.

Saragos asks Chepiso, "High Temple welcomed a Redeemed Necromancer by the name of Zauldin. Thanks to his work, the Sanyu Aes, we dealt a serious blow to the Lich and his minions powered by holy light. You planning on going after the High Temple, and everyone who was on the Raid on the Baslalt Isle?"

Voranos says to Chepiso, " Necromancers are dangerous for multiple reasons but also because in their quest for power they do so at the expense of others. In your quest to cleanse and potentially restore balance, the wise lean to hone their response so as to not repeat that same injustice."

Madigan closes his eyes and settles into a graceful stance.

Ayrell whispers something to Ruea.

Betlind nods emphatically at Saragos.

You say to Chepiso, "Your recklessness stretches the tolerance of society to the breaking point."

Slarc laughs!

Mazrian joins Madigan's group.

Chelinde nods at Yallen, obviously agreeing with her views.

Kethrai closes his eyes for a moment and grows still.

Caledric joins Timorias's group.

Betlind says to Chepiso, "And funny, don't recall seein' ya there on Basalt Isle, speakin' of which."

Chepiso says to Saragos, "Zauldin was also a tool. Nothing more. And yes, I would have executed him myself, had he not failed at his own mission."

Betlind folds her arms across her chest.

Rhadyn joins Madigan's group.

Caledric leans on Timorias.

Savage Snacker Selame just arrived.

Selame takes her rightful place beside Akeiro.

Chelinde appears to be whispering to those in her company.

Waydren shakes his head at Chepiso.

Mazrian appears to be whispering to those in his company.

Akeiro whispers something to Raikage.

Harsh quietly says, "This has to be killin Dantia, she hates the talk."

Harsh nods.

Dantia grins at Harsh.

Ezerak chuckles at Harsh.

Lycidylia grins at Harsh.

Nawain grins at Harsh.

Timorias grins at Harsh.

Ruea asks Chepiso, "Darling, are you keeping track of who you have killed?"

Madigan grins at Mazrian.

Ruea asks, "Or is it all just willy-nilly?"

Navesi says, "Please, I'm ready to take names."

Waydren says to Ruea, "He is clearly not."

Navesi drums her fingers on a slender oak-bound volume incised with "The First Land Herald", lost in thought.

Saragos asks Chepiso, "So, when are you going for Tallis's head, then? More than a dozen of us here, at least, that went after the Lich, alongside Zauldin. You coming for us next?"

Akeiro quietly says to Chepiso, "That one there attacked my apprentice when I sent her for aid after she was attacked by a necromancer frequenting Therengia."

The clouds break slightly, revealing a few twinkling stars.

Yallen takes a bite of the souffle.

Ruea says to Waydren, "Shh, let him answer. Be polite."

Akeiro nods to Madigan.

Chepiso says to Harsh, "Truthfully, I do, too. But so many of you prepared speeches that it would be a shame to not allow you all a chance to vomit nonsense about why you protect Necromancers."

Mazrian flashes a quick grin at Madigan.

Nawain frowns, shaking her head with an expression of exasperation before resting her face in the palm of her hand.

Ruea smiles.

Ezerak says to Saragos, "He already has."

Chepiso says to Dantia, "Perhaps you can help me judge the speech contests."

Dantia chuckles at Chepiso.

Ruea laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Nawain asks, "Why are we still talking to the crazy person? Has reasoning with a zealot ever worked? Ever?"

Chepiso says to Nawain, "Funny, I was asking myself the same of you."

Nawain snorts at Chepiso.

Rhadyn nods at Nawain, obviously agreeing with her views.

Waydren says to Nawain, "All should be given the chance to turn back from a false trail they walk."

Akeiro touches Selame on the wrist with two fingers, feeling for a pulse hopefully.

You nod to Waydren.

Knight Penitent Briaen just arrived, leading his group.

Ruea says, "There is nothing to be lost byt communicating civily and without violence."

Navesi says to Nawain, "The record must be made."

Harsh quietly says to Chepiso, "I suppose my sitting next to and assisting your fallen body was necromancy as well was it? guarding the precious memories you have of what i can only imagine has been a life of love and happiness."

Ruea says, "I vastly prefer this to the Hounds."

Tathalus says to Saragos, "Cant forget about the chap that helped with Maelshyve."

Ruea says, "I wish we had more wine though."

Ruea waves her hand distractedly.

Harsh smiles.

Navesi gives Tathalus a slight nod.

Dantia grins at Voranos.

You hear the voice of Sofina say, "You are raising the dead..."

Voranos leans on Dantia.

Rhadyn points at Sofina, ruining her hiding place.

Harsh quietly says, "With a soul intact."

Caledric says to Harsh, "He thinks cleric spells are necromancy."

Harsh smiles.

Sofina gasps!

Tathalus asks, "So from now on, we use boards and ropes and just have a town full of meat puppets?"

Saragos says to Tathalus, "Osven helped against Maelshyve, but I can understand an Inquisitor who takes issue with that. What I can't understand is someone who takes issue with attacking the Lich using holy fire."

Tathalus says, "I think Rezzing is better."

Chepiso says to Tathalus, "You have interesting hobbies."

Betlind says, "It is possible to despise necromancy but not the necromancer. If society has failed them to lead them into darkness in anyway, it is our responsibility to attempt to guide them back to the light of the Immortals."

Kethrai nods at Betlind, obviously agreeing with her views.

Lycidylia says to Chepiso, "That is an understatement."

Selame gazes at Betlind.

Nawain darkly asks, "Betl You're an optimist, aren't you?"

Harsh quietly says, "I had a crush on a necromancer once, I felt so dirty."

Nawain chuckles.

Tathalus says to Chepiso, "You should see me when Ive had time to think alone..........its gets dark fast."

Chelinde gazes at Piw.

Chepiso says to Betlind, "I disagree. Necromancers bring a fundamental threat to every aspect of life by their very existence."

Kethrai says to Nawain, "I've seen it happen with my own eyes. It's hard to question it after that."

Timorias says, "I have a crush on myself Harsh, I'm ashamed as well."

Timorias whistles a merry tune.

Nawain says to Kethrai, "I'll keep questioning until I see it, then."

Chepiso says to Betlind, "That rationalization is what leads to the very problem I see: you are too welcoming of them."

Ruea asks Chepiso, "Is there a method you're using to determine who is a Necromancer supporter?"

Harsh quietly says, "Lots want to crush you tiny bob, its not news."

Akeiro nods to Chepiso.

Mazrian says to Betlind, "I believe he's right about that, for what it's worth."

Harsh smiles at Timorias.

Chepiso asks Ruea, "Simple. Do you support Necromancers?"

Harsh pats Timorias on the back.

Mazrian shrugs.

Betlind says to Chepiso, "Many aspects of life come with inherent danger, but to destroy it all benefits no one."

Ayrell says to Ruea, "Breathing the same air as them, in some cases, it seems."

Ruea says to Chepiso, "Not at all, thank you for asking."

Nawain says to Ruea, "Haruspex, I'll bet."

Nawain makes a grunting noise.

Waydren says to Chepiso, "Necromancers *are* indeed a threat. Partner with us, though, in their removal. Your ways remove allies that you would otherwise recruit to your cause."

Ezerak nods at Ayrell, obviously agreeing with her views.

Betlind says to Chepiso, "You have become a greater danger than those you say you hunt."

Caledric asks, "Yes... what method did you use prior to killing me?"

Betlind clucks her tongue and shakes her head.

Caledric fixes Chepiso with a gruff, unwavering stare.

Harsh rubs Betlind gently.

Mazrian says to Chepiso, "But Betlind is also correct there."

Mazrian gazes at Chepiso.

Ruea says to Chepiso, "But for example, my friend Ezerak here is also staunchly against them and you had him attacked. It was very stressful."

Chepiso says, "Necromancers poison the minds of those who hear their words. Your complacency to the threat is evident in your support of their foulness if it supports your own goals."

Ruea pats Ezerak on the back.

Timorias says, "Necromancers as a whole? The Idea of Necromancy or just individual Necromancers? One needs to be a bit more specific in their desire for wholesale slaughter."

Harsh quietly says to Betlind, "You were so brave."

Harsh nods to Betlind.

Tathalus says, "Ive supported them in a few ways, sometimes I even get some nails, find a tree and put them up for the night."

Waydren asks Chepiso, "Our complacency in removing Necromancers you overlooked not three nights ago?"

Madigan grins at Tathalus.

Slarc says to Waydren, "You yourself consort with Necromancers, your words are hollow."

Ezerak says, "I but asked a question in the hopes of avoiding the Hounds."

Betlind just hugged Harsh.

Chepiso says to Timorias, "Simple. Necromancers must be purged. Those who protect them must be purged along with them. The Temple has had many fall to their lies and their books."

Tathalus searches around for a moment.

Caledric exclaims, "Asking questions... the true sign of necromancy!"

Ruea says to Ezerak, "And it absolutely ruined your vest."

Waydren says to Slarc, "Oh? I'd love to hear the spin of this."

Waydren smiles at Slarc.

Ezerak nods at Ruea, obviously agreeing with her views.

Mazrian extends his hand toward a ghostly white banner and concentrates.

Timorias asks, "So, you advocate killing Necromancers trying to redeem their ways?"

Chepiso says to Ruea, "I'm certain you know a tailor that is wonderful at removing blood."

Timorias asks, "How is that any different than what you accuse them of?"

Slarc says, "You utilize necromantic associates to locate your foes. A convenient time to turn a blind eye."

Akeiro says, "Better than leaving them to change their mind."

Saragos says to Chepiso, "I'm with you about Necromancers being a threat, until you start lumping in the Redeemed in that. You question the will of the Immortals? Some stones on you to do that. I'm not so filled with hubris that I'd question Their decision on who to welcome back to Grace."

Ruea says to Chepiso, "You're absolutely right, I can give his card if you need it."

Ezerak asks Ruea, "Have you two met before?"

Chepiso says to Timorias, "There is no redemption. Only being willing to be a tool."

Betlind nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Tear Reaper Tambellis just arrived.

Nawain nods to Saragos.

Caade softly says, "Wow."

Ruea says to Ezerak, "No, but I'm well known in certain circles. Based in fashion."

Rhadyn gruffly says, "Can we get a definition of protecting a necro please? I feel odd that I have been purged but never protected one."

Nawain says, "Hubris as its most extreme."

Rhadyn ponders.

Yallen giggles at Piw.

Rhadyn taps lightly on his kertig rings, making his full beard sway slightly back and forth.

Saragos asks Chepiso, "No Redemption? So, what? Gods made a mistake? Is that your claim?"

Tambellis joins Madigan's group.

Chepiso says to Rhadyn, "Strangely, it was you that came to the aid of a Necromancer just tonight."

Timorias says, "So There is no redemption? That can go for all of us then. I guess the gods aren't as powerful as you claim them to be."

Piw says to Rhadyn, "They were hiding in your beard."

Dantia smiles at Tambellis.

Rhadyn gruffly asks, "Me?"

Dantia touches Tambellis with a confident grace.

Waydren joins Madigan's group.

Kethrai says to Chepiso, "And when you've purged a necromancer, what happens to them? Sofina there has gotten purged more times than I can count, and here she stands."

Harsh points at Rhadyn.

Chepiso says to Saragos, "Hardly. The Gods use a willing tool as a weapon until it is ready to be discarded."

Rhadyn gruffly asks, "Hmmm, okay, which one?"

You hear the voice of Sofina say, "And will continue to stand."

Caade searches around for a moment.

Ruea says, "Oh, dear."

Rhadyn gruffly says, "I'm so new to all this guild finger wagglin stuff."

Timorias pats Rhadyn on the back.

Chepiso says to Kethrai, "Then it sounds like you are quite complacent to her being present."

Selame says to Kethrai, "The number of times she can be purged will never truly be enough."

Timorias says, "Its ok. We are all confused."

Timorias chuckles.

Kethrai says to Chepiso, "Death is as much a strength to them as anything. Only the light of the Immortals can truly turn their hearts away from sin and end their threat."

Harsh ponders.

Betlind nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Rhadyn gruffly says, "I just help those in need and don't use religion, race, nor guild as a guide to help."

Saragos asks Chepiso, "Then get your story straight. Is there no Redemption? Or are you saying that you get to purge the Redeemed because the Immortals only look on them as tools?"

Harsh quietly says to Rhadyn, "I appreciate all yur help pal."

Yallen says, "Lohts ovs peepuls tawk'n buts nahs say'n mushs."

Harsh nods to Rhadyn.

Rhadyn nods to Harsh.

Caade waves to Harsh.

Akeiro grins at Yallen.

Chelinde nods to Yallen.

Akeiro nods at Yallen, obviously agreeing with her views.

Timorias says, "Sounds like just an excuse to kill folks he doesn't like to me."

Caledric asks, "So Chepiso claims to know better than the gods?"

Nawain nods to Caledric.

Harsh waves to Caade.

Betlind says to Yallen, "S'most parlays between fights, really."

Nawain says, "Certainly seems so."

Chepiso says to Saragos, "What you call Redemption is not forgiveness. It is simply a useful state that the Gods allow to be used as a weapon. The Spiral still awaits, and the Gods are prepared for a fall."

Akeiro quietly says to Betlind, "They could do with more snacks."

Betlind grins at Akeiro, her dimples flashing into view.

Tathalus says to Yallen, "Well this is a verbal stalemate, negotiations have broken down and there is really no further need for discourse."

Nawain joins Voranos's group.

Chepiso asks Akeiro, "I was not aware that these speeches come with snacks. Is there an intermission?"

Caledric asks, "Are you saying you plan to bring down the gods?"

Kethrai asks Chepiso, "The Immortals prepare them as a weapon, that they intend no one else to support? They must stand alone in their fight?"

Caledric asks, "Oh we need snacks?"

Timorias exclaims, "I have tarts!"

Harsh quietly asks, "Did someone put out snacks?"

Tathalus offers Chepiso some delicately prepared bacon-wrapped bacon topped with bits of crumbled bacon.

Waydren asks Chepiso, "You are set in your ways, ignoring recent evidence to the contrary, and are unwilling to budge from your position?"

Tathalus says, "Here."

Caledric pulls a fine crimson linen cloth out of a picnic basket, setting his basket aside as as he shakes out the cloth and lays it out upon the ground.

Timorias gets an aromatic tart filled with chopped figs doused in red wine from inside his white backpack.

Timorias offers Harsh an aromatic tart filled with chopped figs doused in red wine.

Caledric pulls an iridescent petalette picnic cloth edged in heartstring lace out of a picnic basket, setting his basket aside as as he shakes out the cloth and lays it out upon the ground.

Caledric exclaims, "Snacks!"

Yallen asks Chelinde, "Meh Queenie? Cannas yas dos das ahrahs un lahst tims?"

Navesi writes something on a page in her oak-bound volume.

Caledric says, "Help yourselves."

Chelinde nods to Yallen.

Akeiro whispers something to Selame.

Chepiso says to Kethrai, "Yes, they must, as they will betray you as quickly as they can."

Yallen beams!

Kethrai casually observes the area.

Selame says, "I am not laying out any snacks while the necromancers are walking about."

Kethrai says, "I can't imagine why they'd want to, a welcome like this."

Tathalus asks, "Betray?"

Chepiso says to Selame, "A wise choice."

Chelinde says to Yallen, "There you go. An aura has been done."

Ruea glances at Chepiso.

Piw says to Selame, "They can be pigs."

Yallen beams at Chelinde!

Akeiro quietly says to Selame, "Get splatter on the snacks."

Selame nods to Chepiso.

Akeiro shudders.

Ruea smiles.

Tathalus says, "To betray you have to trust them in the first place....."

Mazrian says to Chepiso, "What do you propose? We will not stand by and allow you to murder people who are not necromancers or sympathizers. You endanger even your own cause - the provinces will not look away from this, I imagine."

Rhadyn gruffly asks Chepiso, "And their betrayal of another is your fight because why?"

Selame looks at Akeiro and sighs.

Caledric asks Chepiso, "So about you being smarter than the gods, and supposedly claiming to bring down their fall... can you elaborate?"

Caade softly asks, "So really, why is everyone so mad at Necromancers?"

Caade gestures.

A beam of clear silvery-blue light descends from the heavens.

Harsh quietly says, "Dont want to feed the wildlife. Thats how you get an infestation."

Ayrell whispers something to Ezerak.

Harsh nods.

Lasan nods to Caade.

Tathalus says to Harsh, "But he looks hungry."

Whynd leans on Lasan.

Mazrian asks Chepiso, "The Hounds quietly did good work for years after Lyras was destroyed. Why jeopardize that now?"

Saragos asks Chepiso, "So start making sense, then you old fool. Stop saying Redemption doesn't exist. And if the Redeemed ARE tools, as you say, then how DARE you defy the Immortals' will and strike down their tools?"

Kethrai quietly says to Caledric, "The Immortals are prepared for the Redeemed's fall. There were lots of pronouns, it's confusing."

Sofina leans on Whynd.

Sofina giggles at Whynd.

Chepiso says to Mazrian, "Stop giving quarter to Necromancers. Stop giving quarter to those who protect Necromancers. A Necromancer must be hunted like a dog."

Ezerak whispers something to Ayrell.

Betlind says to Chepiso, "Traitors are a risk we must take. Denying aid and guidance to many because of a few is not the way to lead others back to the Immortals. And we must have faith we will always overcome such."

Waydren nods to Mazrian.

Harsh ponders.

Akeiro whispers something to Selame.

Sofina asks Briaen, "Hear that?"

Chepiso says to Saragos, "Tools are meant to be discarded when they are of no more use."

Saragos says to Chepiso, "You've confessed, right before this crowd, to deliberately seeking out those you admit are the tools of the Immortals."

Waydren beams at Tambellis!

Slarc says, "Say All who have dabbled in necromancy are destined for the red spiral."

Tambellis briefly spreads her arms outward and begins to sing. A few gently melodic tones quickly build into a luscious lyrical theme.

Akeiro whispers something to Selame.

Raikage says, "Literally, a hound even."

Madigan praises Tambellis.

The clear, ringing tones of Tambellis's song define a soothing melody that sails easily into the high reaches of her range.

Briaen nods to Sofina.

Slarc says, "It's pretty cut and dry."

Waydren nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Briaen says to Sofina, "I have heard it many times."

Selame whispers something to Akeiro.

Nawain says to Chepiso, "'No one hunts dogs, you silly man. They hunt wolves. Dogs are friends."

Caledric says to Chepiso, "You yourself are nothing more than a tool."

You reach out with your senses and see blazing (20/21) streams of roiling Elemental mana coursing through the area.

You sense the Banner of Truce spell matrix in the area, which will last for about eighteen roisaen.

Raikage says, "He sounds like he has accepted that."

Voranos says to Chepiso, " I don't think many argue your point of hunting them, but scorching the earth in your path to do so we take objection to."

Timorias asks, "If the gods can't or won't redeem the fallen then they aren't worth worshiping. If they can and WILL then who are we to stop those seeking that redemption?"

Chepiso says to Saragos, "You speak mental gymnastics to justify fighting side by side with Necromancers in Zaulfang. In Maelshyve's Soul. On Basalt Island. You welcome them. You are friends with them. You are tainted with them, and by them."

Yallen says in Gorbesh, "It is with a wholesome heart and true spirit as a believer that necromancers, and those that harbour them in any regard, that this paladin is showing many of you the errors that you have neglected for some time, and as such, you must be confronted with your actions, and allow yourself to be held accountable for allowing the necromancer problem to have run rampant for such a long time."

Selame whispers something to Akeiro.

Raikage nods at Yallen, obviously agreeing with her views.

Chepiso asks Saragos, "Tell me -- would you a decade ago have seen yourself at a table with Necromancers planning these events, justifying an alliance?"

Betlind says to Mazrian, "Be careful, those banners have a weird way with their mana streams."

Mazrian gawks at Yallen.

Waydren looks at Chepiso and sighs.

Navesi raises an eyebrow in Yallen's direction.

Sofina says, "Oh wow."

Akeiro whispers something to Selame.

Sofina gazes at Yallen.

Yallen glances at Sofina.

Sofina says, "Heard clear as day."

Betlind quietly says, "Seventeen roisen left on the banner."

Sofina smirks.

Navesi asks Yallen in Gorbesh, "May I quote you?"

Akeiro takes a bite of the popcorn.

Mendira asks Chepiso, "Do you believe Berengaria herself to be tainted as well, for offering them Her Redemption?"

Saragos says to Chepiso, "Yes, if as you say, tools get discarded when used up, then there is NO SIN in using those tools. If we associate with the Redeemed to strike blows at the Necromancers, at the Demonic, then we are literally using the Immortals' tools, that they have specifically granted us, to strike at them."

Whynd shakes his head.

Yallen peers quizzically at Navesi.

Navesi points at a slender oak-bound volume incised with "The First Land Herald" she has.

Caledric gathers up a fine crimson linen cloth and all the food it holds, stuffs the bundle into a cherrywood picnic basket dangling a golden gryphon charm, and closes the lid securely.

Chepiso says to Saragos, "Exactly what I thought. You are one who treats with Necromancers. You are one who perpetuates the poison that rots Elanthia to its soul."

Navesi says to Yallen in Gorbesh, "In the newspaper."

Whynd weirdly says in Ilithic, "Awful convenient, how many necromancers have you healed at Dokts Yallen."

Briaen gazes at a damaged book of "Religions of Elanthia" tethered by a tarnished steel chain.

Caledric leans on his hammer.

Timorias says, "I myself have issues with several Necromancers. But if even they chose to seek redemption I would support them in trying to better themselves."

Sofina chuckles at Whynd.

Akeiro says, "My apprentice would never knowingly do such a thing."

Tambellis joylessly says, "All I care about was that a Bard was killed by a mob without a chance to defend themselves. What happens to other guilds and gods isn't my concerned, Necromancers and non-Necromancers have an equal opporutnity to make me sad."

Selame glances at Whynd.

Chepiso says to Saragos, "I bet you have spoken with many of them in private about their Philosophy of the Knife."

Mendira asks Chepiso, "Who are you to think yourself more righteous than the Immortals themselves?"

Chepiso observes Saragos with fascination.

Whynd makes a grunting noise.

Ruea says, "Goodness, this is a lot of people on a bridge."

Sofina asks Akeiro, "And how do you think her and I met?"

Betlind grins at Ruea, her dimples flashing into view.

Harsh quietly says, "Gotta be clost to capacity."

Harsh nods.

Saragos says to Chepiso, "I fought against the Lich, yes. And I pronounce you a fallen Inquisitor for striking down the tools that the Immortals Redeemed, by Their Hand, to help us."

Ruea winks at Betlind.

Akeiro asks Sofina, "By your unwitting good fortune?"

Yallen glances at Whynd.

Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Sofina.

Selame smirks at Akeiro.

Sofina chuckles.

(Nawain hops up and down on the bridge experimentally.)

Nawain exclaims to Harsh, "Still solid!"

Betlind babbles something incoherent at Nawain.

Timorias grins at Nawain.

Waydren says to Chepiso, "You are the blight that I named you. It twists and kills, but not before the tree bears seeds. The blight continues within those seeds, spreading the sickness to nearby areas as they are caught and carried by bird and animal alike."

Harsh flashes a wide grin.

Waydren says to Chepiso, "Blighted trees are destroyed for the sake of the forest. Continue on this path and you will be cut down so that your twisted crusade does not spread and infect others."

Harsh quietly says, "Thanks for checkin."

Harsh lets out a long sigh of relief.

Mendira nods at Waydren, obviously agreeing with his views.

Nawain nods at Harsh, obviously agreeing with his views.

Nawain raises her hand in a quick salute.

Yallen whispers something to Navesi.

Navesi gives Yallen a slight nod.

Tathalus says to Chepiso, "I think the main takeaway right now and probably the easiest step is simply this, what use is it to save a town, if you burn that whole town to ashes with your actions, I mean by all means, be violent, but be more focused on whats a target and whats an innocent."

Chepiso asks Dantia, "Tell me. Which of them won the speech contest for the most motivating mental gymnastics for why they justify protecting Necromancers?"

In the blink of an eye, Waydren disappears into his surroundings.

Raikage chuckles at Akeiro.

Dantia chuckles at Chepiso.

Ezerak says to Tathalus, "You are far too wise today, and it is scaring me."

Lycidylia nods at Ezerak, obviously agreeing with his views.

Ruea asks Tathalus, "It is a bit jarring, did Lyci hit you with a pan or something?"

Traveler Caade goes east.

A blue moonbeam dissipates.

Traveler Caade just arrived.

Chepiso says, "My money is on the one who treats with them about their Philosophy and yet tries to twist my words."

Tathalus says to Ezerak, "Ehhhh tapping into my old brain."

Lycidylia ponders.

Waydren reveals himself.

Waydren gestures.

Caade raises his hands skyward, chanting.

You decipher the telltale signs of the Moongate spell.

Yallen appears to be whispering to those in her company.

Waydren joins Madigan's group.

Tathalus asks Ruea, ".......thats cold.....and how did you know?"

Lycidylia says to Ruea, "Surprisingly not today, but might be damage from yesterday."

Akeiro nods at Yallen, obviously agreeing with her views.

Raikage grins at Yallen.

Yallen whispers something to Chelinde.

Caade softly says, "Climb the moongate if you don't like Necromancers."

Timorias sighs.

Saragos asks, "So, anyone here who went after the Lich - anyone here who thinks we did wrong? Anyone here feel any guilt about deploying the holy weapon, the Sanyu Aes against him?"

Caade gestures.

A fierce blue-white glare forces you to avert your eyes for a moment. When it subsides, a blue Moongate stands before you, rippling slightly.

Timorias shakes his head.

You frown.

Ruea glances at Lycidylia thoughtfully, her lips tilting into a secretive smile before looking away.

With a waver like a mirage, Waydren fades into view.

Briaen nods at Waydren, obviously agreeing with his views.

Caledric says, "Your words have been twisted from the start. You are simply using necromancers as a tool for you to seize power."

Betlind says to Saragos, "Would do it again in a heartbeat."

Caade softly exclaims, "Climb the Moongate if you denounce Necros!"

Chepiso says, "You're all fools."

Warrior Zealot Chepiso went through a blue Moongate.
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It has been 448 years, 8 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.

It is the 1st month of Akroeg the Ram in the year of the Silver Unicorn.

It is currently winter and it is late evening.

[Almalne Alolan, Among the Blooms]

The farmland here has been allowed to become a field of wildflowers. Blue forget-me-nots, brilliant orange poppies, white larkspurs, and miniature sunflowers blend together in a riot of hues amidst the backdrop of dark green grasses. Flitting from flower to flower, rotund bumblebees create a humming buzz. Placed at the edge of the myriad of blooms is a finely wrought iron gate. You also see a weathered sign, an expansive purpleheart retreat with a copper-roofed cupola atop the ridgepole and a bright yellow plaid cloth with several things on it.

Also here: the body of Songbird Mendira who is lying down.

Obvious paths: none.

You notice a grey cat rub against Mendira for a moment.

You hear the ghostly voice of Mendira say, "Hello, cat."

You hear the ghostly voice of Mendira ask, "Captain, is it?"

You notice as a grey cat licks at one of its paws.

The grey cat purrs, "Well, what happened to you?"

You hear the ghostly voice of Mendira say, "The Hound came alone this time."

You hear the ghostly voice of Mendira say, "My husband is here, frozen in the shadows by his magic. He may need aid."

* Sofina was just struck down!

Warrior Zealot Chepiso just arrived.

Chepiso searches around for a moment.

Chepiso points at Briaen, ruining his hiding place.

A grey cat seems to relax somewhat.

Spirit Guide Harsh came through a finely wrought iron gate.

Chepiso says, "It appears I was too hasty in thinking you perished."

Harsh raises an eyebrow.

Chepiso glances at Briaen.

You hear the ghostly voice of Briaen say to Chepiso, "I told you I am unlike any you have ever met before."

You notice a grey cat rub against Harsh for a moment.

Streaks of liquid silver-grey light arc outward from a cloud of silver-grey mist, diffusing into a mercurial luminance that anoints the dead.

A thin golden nimbus surrounds Mendira for a brief moment.

A thin silver nimbus surrounds Briaen.

The grey cat purrs, "So, you're this hound huh? They should have sent a cat if they wanted the job done right."

Harsh's body is dripping water everywhere.

Chepiso glances at Harsh.

Harsh glances at Chepiso.

Streaks of liquid silver-grey light arc outward from a cloud of silver-grey mist, diffusing into a mercurial luminance that anoints the dead.

A thin silver nimbus surrounds Mendira.

A thin silver nimbus surrounds Briaen.

Chepiso says to Harsh, "Aiding Necromancers. Just as I suspected."

Chepiso says, "Very well. You shall join them."

Harsh quietly says, "I am doin the will of the gods and aiding the memories of the fallen."

Chepiso begins to advance on Harsh.

Harsh gestures.

A cloud of silver-grey mist churns into being, glistening with an unearthly radiance from within its depths.

Polychromatic streaks of light flare brilliantly between the two clouds, which are then impelled to merge together. Once the streaks fade, the mist turns silver-grey again, seeming more intensely saturated in hue than before.

A brilliant argent glow flares against the attack.

Chepiso's blade radiates yellow, crashing with an incinerating brilliance and lands an awesome strike that temporarily knocks away Harsh's breath with a shocking blow to the chest.

The throwing blade lands at Chepiso's feet.

Harsh glares at Chepiso.

Streaks of liquid silver-grey light arc outward from a cloud of silver-grey mist, diffusing into a mercurial luminance that anoints the dead.

A thin silver nimbus surrounds Mendira.

A thin silver nimbus surrounds Briaen.

Chepiso closes to pole weapon range on Harsh.

A brilliant argent glow flares against the attack.

Chepiso's blade suddenly cries out "Justice!" as it flares white hot and lands a massive strike that scorches Harsh's sternum with electric tendrils in the shape of the throwing blade.

The throwing blade lands at Chepiso's feet.

Chepiso closes to melee range on Harsh.

Chepiso begins to advance on Harsh.

Harsh begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

You notice as a grey cat yawns.

Chepiso gestures.

A faint silvery aura glistens around Chepiso.

Chepiso closes to pole weapon range on Harsh.

Chepiso thumbs his nose a few times in Harsh's direction.

Harsh is enraged by Chepiso's challenge, his focus remaining on Chepiso.

Harsh gestures at Chepiso.

A bright flash engulfs Harsh's hand as a ray of holy light streaks from his palm, speeding toward Chepiso!

Chepiso dodges aside.

Chepiso closes to melee range on Harsh.

Streaks of liquid silver-grey light arc outward from a cloud of silver-grey mist, diffusing into a mercurial luminance that anoints the dead.

A thin silver nimbus surrounds Mendira.

A thin silver nimbus surrounds Briaen.

Harsh hesitates but cannot back down.

Silver and white wisps form a luminescent barrier before Harsh.

Chepiso's blade suddenly cries out "Justice!" as it flares white hot and lands an awesome strike that chills skin and muscle as the stomach takes full force of the blow.

Harsh hesitates but cannot back down.

Silver and white wisps form a luminescent barrier before Harsh.

Chepiso's blade illuminates yellow, impacting with an incinerating brilliance and lands an awesome strike that melts him down to a bubbling mess with an incendiary blow to the groin.

* Harsh was just struck down!

* Harsh is slain before your eyes!

Chepiso says, "A pity."

A dancing aura of spectral flame begins to waver about Harsh's lifeless body.

The faint outline of a spectral bird rises from the flame surrounding Harsh's corpse, spreading its wings wide as it raises its head to the heavens and calls out with a keening cry!

Harsh's body is fully engulfed in a funeral pyre of insatiable, roaring flame!

Chepiso says, "I had looked forward to you being more formidable than these two."

The raging flames continue to consume Harsh's body, charring it badly. The spectral bird silently beats its wings, its gaze affixed on the heavens above.

Amid the swirling fervor of the sweltering flame, Harsh shudders once and his eyelids snap open. he fixes his gaze unflinchingly upward, yielding to the feverish fire that devours and nurtures him. his chest rises and falls with renewed, instinctive breath.

The spectral bird stretches out its wings, held aloft in the air by the pyre of flame.

Heart Tender Kethrai's group came through a finely wrought iron gate.

--Anuril's Perspective--

[Almalne Alolan, Among the Blooms]

The farmland here has been allowed to become a field of wildflowers. Blue forget-me-nots, brilliant orange poppies, white larkspurs, and miniature sunflowers blend together in a riot of hues amidst the backdrop of dark green grasses. Flitting from flower to flower, rotund bumblebees create a humming buzz. Placed at the edge of the myriad of blooms is a finely wrought iron gate. You also see a roaring funeral pyre, a grey cat that is sitting, a weathered sign, an expansive purpleheart retreat with a copper-roofed cupola atop the ridgepole and a bright yellow plaid cloth with several things on it.

Also here: Shield of Starlight Betlind, Heart Tender Kethrai, Warrior Zealot Chepiso, the body of Songbird Mendira who is lying down and the body of Knight Penitent Briaen who is surrounded by a corona of fiery light.

Obvious paths: none.

You frown.

A serene expression crosses Harsh's face as he stands amid the blazing pyre, staring past you, as if seeing something of divine importance in the beyond. The flames continue to dance and swirl about him, but he seems to take comfort in their presence.

Betlind says to Chepiso, "Halt."

Chepiso asks, "More come to join the pyre?"

The dancing aura of spectral flame surrounding Harsh suddenly falls dim as he steps from the circle of ashen ruin. As the pyre dies, the ghostly bird soars into the sky with a joyous keen, leaving a blazing trail of brilliant gold and red flame in its wake.

* A fiery phoenix soars into the heavens as Harsh's spirit arises from the ashes of death.

Chepiso shrugs.

Harsh quietly says, "Then lets try again."

You hear the ghostly voice of Mendira say, "He will not hear reason."

Chepiso gestures at Betlind.

Harsh gets a silversteel light plate mask brushed with black gold filigree from inside his wyvern skull.

Harsh attaches a silversteel light plate mask brushed with black gold filigree to his nose.

Harsh gets a tapered demonscale helm darkened to a deep abyssal black from inside his wyvern skull.

Harsh puts a tapered demonscale helm darkened to a deep abyssal black on his head.

Kethrai touches Mendira with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.

Harsh pulls a pair of segmented demonbone spectacles with a hendecagon shaped frame slightly away from his features.

Harsh carefully arranges a pair of segmented demonbone spectacles with a hendecagon shaped frame on his eyes so that it accents his features.

Kethrai gestures.

Betlind says to Chepiso, "Your actions have done more to hurt those of the lands than the scourge you say you protect from."

Harsh narrows his eyes.

Betlind's body is dripping with water. Pools of it are forming all around her.

Your body is dripping with water. Pools of it are forming all around you.

Kethrai's body is dripping with water. Pools of it are forming all around him.

You notice as a grey cat meows loudly.

Kethrai touches Briaen with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.

Harsh quietly says, "Always wanderin round no armor."

Harsh slaps his forehead!

You notice a grey cat rub against Harsh for a moment.

Harsh quietly says, "Oh my cloud still workin too, thats good."

The pained wailing of incorporeal voices accompanies Harsh's spell preparations!

Chepiso says to Harsh, "You should fix that. For someone picking a fight, you clearly were unprepared."

You project your thoughts to Mazrian.

Harsh quietly says, "Yes, I clearly showed up pickin a fight."

Harsh smiles at Chepiso.

Kethrai closes his eyes and takes on a look of supreme focus.

Harsh quietly says, "I pray for you."

Harsh nods to Chepiso.

Harsh gestures.

A pale blue nimbus explodes outward, enshrouding Harsh's body like a ghostly blanket. Slender tendrils of silver vapor slowly arise from the cloud and reach for Harsh's eyes like long spectral fingers.

Chepiso asks Betlind, "Now. Were you asking to join the pyre?"

The color in Harsh's eyes changes, the pupils gradually fading from sight as his eyes turn pale blue.

Harsh's eyes flare briefly and the blue-white hue intensifies.

The pained wailing of incorporeal voices accompanies Harsh's spell preparations!

Harsh gestures at Briaen.

Briaen is outlined by a silvery corona for a moment.

The pained wailing of incorporeal voices accompanies Harsh's spell preparations!

Harsh gestures at Briaen.

A thin silver nimbus surrounds Briaen.

Kethrai gestures.

Kethrai's pupils dilate slightly.

As Harsh intones a quiet prayer to Damaris, his hands begin to glow faintly silver. He extends a glowing hand towards the body of Briaen.

Dark crimson bands of light flow about the body of Briaen, pulsating with a heartbeat rhythm. Silvery-grey tendrils twine around the red bands, seeping into the corpse. As the last tendril vanishes from view, the bands explode with a brilliant flash and Briaen blinks dazedly, wobbling on his feet.

You notice a grey cat rub against Harsh for a moment.

You say, "Betlind is as righteous a defender as there is."

Betlind asks Chepiso, "You call yourself a paladin?"

Harsh gazes at Chepiso.

Kethrai touches Briaen with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.

Betlind squints at Chepiso.

Briaen looks healthier and Kethrai appears to weaken.

The pained wailing of incorporeal voices accompanies Harsh's spell preparations!

Briaen moves over to guard Betlind.

Briaen gazes at Chepiso.

Chepiso says to Betlind, "There is no claim to being a Paladin. You either are, or are not."

The dull orange glow fades from Chepiso.

Kethrai closes his eyes and takes on a look of supreme focus.

Chepiso says, "Boasting is not an asset for one sworn to do right."

With a wave of Kethrai's hand, he looks much better.

Harsh gestures.

A pale blue nimbus explodes outward, enshrouding Harsh's body like a ghostly blanket. Slender tendrils of silver vapor slowly arise from the cloud and reach for Harsh's eyes like long spectral fingers.

The pained wailing of incorporeal voices accompanies Harsh's spell preparations!

The color in Harsh's eyes changes, the pupils gradually fading from sight as his eyes turn pale blue.

Betlind says, "I will defend those you blindly attack without due process."

Harsh gestures at Mendira.

A thin silver nimbus surrounds Mendira.

The pained wailing of incorporeal voices accompanies Harsh's spell preparations!

Harsh gestures at Mendira.

Mendira is outlined by a silvery corona for a moment.

Harsh's eyes flare briefly and the blue-white hue intensifies.

Chepiso asks Betlind, "An admitted Necromancer dies, and you believe he deserves due process?"

You see Warrior Zealot Chepiso, Hound of Rutilor, a Human Paladin.

Chepiso has a triangular face with laugh lines, beady blue-violet eyes and a straight, angular nose. He has cropped light brown-streaked mouse brown hair, with dark brown skin and a generous build.

He is a bit over average height for a Human.

He appears to be archaic.

Chepiso has unnaturally dark tiger stripes criss-crossing his skin.

He is in good shape.

He is holding a lengthy throwing blade with a hefty pommel in his right hand and a honed steel sunblade with a hilt in the shape of a chalice in his left.

He is wearing an austere grey cassock clasped at the shoulder with a Hounds of Rutilor pin, a darkened leather buckler adorned with a brass hound's head, a leather hunter's bracer stamped with a compass and some black leather boots.

The pained wailing of incorporeal voices accompanies Harsh's spell preparations!

Harsh gestures at Mendira.

A thin silver nimbus surrounds Mendira.

Mazrian came through a finely wrought iron gate.

Mazrian gestures.

A halo of fire flickers into being and hovers around his neck and mouth briefly.

You say, "Briaen has the favor of the immortals, you fool."

Mazrian dusts himself off.

Harsh lifts his voice in praise of the gods, reciting for all to hear:

"Phelim, please awaken Mendira from the nightmare of death

Chadatru, guide my sight in finding the soul of Mendira within the void

Everild, protect me as I perform this rite

Truffenyi, I plead for to you, show mercy and compassion on Mendira and grant health to their once fallen body

Urrem'tier, you will not receive an offering today

And now Tamsine's realms can know the laughter of Mendira once more

Come back from the void Mendira and join your body here in this mortal realm!"

Harsh looks up and sighs, smiling.

As Harsh intones a quiet prayer to Damaris, his hands begin to glow faintly silver. He extends a glowing hand towards the body of Mendira.

A warm glow envelops Harsh briefly.

Dark crimson bands of light flow about the body of Mendira, pulsating with a heartbeat rhythm. Silvery-grey tendrils twine around the red bands, seeping into the corpse. As the last tendril vanishes from view, the bands explode with a brilliant flash and Mendira blinks dazedly, wobbling on her feet.

Harsh smiles.

You bow to Mazrian.

You respectfully say to Mazrian, "Halipa."

The pained wailing of incorporeal voices accompanies Harsh's spell preparations!

Mazrian smiles at you.

Mendira quietly says to Harsh, "Thank you."

Mazrian says to you, "My apprentice."

Chepiso says to you, "So do many who blaspheme and have not yet merited smiting."

Harsh gives a gracious nod.

Betlind says to Chepiso, "I do more than believe, I have faith. In the Immortals and in the hearts of people. Your actions are driving more to darkness than saving."

Harsh quietly says, "Oh of course."

Harsh gestures at Mendira.

A shaft of pure white light pools in Harsh's hands and streaks out toward Mendira, bathing her in its radiance.

Kethrai says to Chepiso, "And you have done as much to inflame the masses, spread chaos, and help the Profane, as Briaen has done to oppose them and safeguard all of us."

Chepiso says to Betlind, "Then come. Test your faith."

You ask Chepiso, "So you put your own judgement ahead of that of the immortals?"

Betlind frowns.

Betlind begins to advance on Chepiso.

A radiant glow wreathes Betlind's hands as she weaves lines of light in a complicated pattern.

Chepiso begins to advance on Betlind.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Briaen gestures.

Betlind closes to pole weapon range on Chepiso.

Betlind stops Chepiso from advancing any farther.

Chepiso gestures.

A faint silvery aura glistens around Chepiso.

The lucent sphere fades from around Chepiso.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Betlind closes to melee range on Chepiso.

Betlind gestures at Chepiso.

A stream of shimmering silver light jumps toward Chepiso from Betlind, which warps into a spiraling force as it slams into him!

Chepiso shrugs off the strike.

The light silently explodes.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso steps to the side and adjusts his stance.

An ephemeral light glows about Betlind.

The air around Betlind solidifies into a blinding yellow luminescence and intercepts the attack with a shower of coruscating light.

Chepiso rushes at Betlind, lashing out with his blade!

Chepiso's throwing blade lands a strong hit to Betlind's left leg!

An ephemeral light glows about Betlind.

The air around Betlind solidifies into a blinding yellow luminescence and throws off bright waves of light as it resists the attack.

Chepiso's attack momentum continues with a second strike from his sunblade!

Chepiso's honed sunblade lands a strong hit to Betlind's left arm!

The pained wailing of incorporeal voices accompanies Harsh's spell preparations!

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light edged weapon.

Chepiso lowers his shoulders and steadies his weapon.

An ephemeral light glows about Betlind.

The air around Betlind solidifies into a blinding yellow luminescence and throws off shimmering light in the wake of the attack.

Chepiso dashes quickly at Betlind, attacking her with a mighty cleave!

Chepiso's throwing blade lands a massive strike to Betlind's left hand!

Betlind is dealt a vicious stun!

Betlind falls down!

Betlind's in shock and dying!

Harsh begins to advance on Chepiso.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light blunt weapon.

Chepiso sidesteps and adjusts his footing.

An ephemeral light glows about Betlind.

The air around Betlind solidifies into a blinding yellow luminescence, buckling and losing much of its mass under the force of the attack.

Chepiso swiftly launches an assault with wide swipes of his blade!

Chepiso's throwing blade lands an extremely heavy hit to Betlind's chest!

* Betlind was just struck down at Almalne Alolan, Among the Blooms!

* Betlind is slain before your eyes!

Briaen gestures at Chepiso.

Chepiso seems unfazed.

Kethrai winces.

Harsh closes to pole weapon range on Chepiso.

A helix of blue and white light swirls around Betlind!

Harsh gestures at Chepiso.

You sense the arrival of a dark presence.

Mazrian blinks.

Harsh closes to melee range on Chepiso.

Kethrai touches Betlind with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light edged weapon.

Chepiso's blade suddenly cries out "Justice!" as it flares white hot and lands a spine-rattling strike that temporarily knocks away Harsh's breath with a shocking blow to the chest, lightly stunning him.

The blue and white helix continues to swirl around Betlind. Wounds and minute imperfections along her body begin to fade in a brilliant supernatural display!

Mazrian says, "Well."

Briaen growls ferociously!

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light blunt weapon.

Chepiso's blade suddenly cries out "Justice!" as it flares white hot and lands a spine-rattling strike that cooks the left arm up to the shoulder.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light edged weapon.

Chepiso's blade illuminates yellow, crashing with an incinerating brilliance and lands an obliterating hit (Hodierna winces!) that drives the throwing blade under the sternum to pierce the heart.

* Harsh was just struck down!

* Harsh is slain before your eyes!

Briaen gestures at Chepiso.

Writhing black and red particles form around Chepiso and pierce his body!

Chepiso falters for a moment, but shows no lasting injury.

The wild fervor you feel rushing through your veins seems reflected in Betlind's eyes.

Betlind scowls.

The blue and white light surrounding Betlind fades, leaving her healthy and refreshed.

Mazrian gestures.

A muted roar begins to emanate from Mazrian's arms.

Betlind stands up.

Betlind begins to advance on Chepiso.

A radiant glow wreathes Betlind's hands as she weaves lines of light in a complicated pattern.

Mendira searches around for a moment.

Kethrai touches Betlind with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.

Betlind closes to pole weapon range on Chepiso.

Kethrai touches Harsh with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.

Chepiso grins at Betlind.

Betlind gestures at Chepiso.

Betlind and Chepiso stare at each other intently for a few moments.

Mazrian gets a glossy axinite runestone from inside his gabardine longcoat.

Mazrian touches a glossy axinite runestone and closes his eyes in concentration.

Mazrian puts his runestone in his gabardine longcoat.

Betlind closes to melee range on Chepiso.

Chepiso's hauberk flares, sending a red flame wave towards Betlind!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a smoldering hit to Betlind's left arm!

Chepiso says, "Good. I was worried you'd give up."

Kethrai closes his eyes and takes on a look of supreme focus.

Kethrai gestures.

Chepiso's hauberk ignites, sending a red flame wave towards Betlind!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a smoldering hit to Betlind's right arm!

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light blunt weapon.

Chepiso's blade illuminates yellow, crashing with an incinerating brilliance and lands an earth-shaking strike that deeply rends a smoldering wound into the right bicep.

Chepiso's balaclava ignites, sending a midnight-blue frigid blast towards Betlind!

Chepiso's frigid blast lands a drafty strike to Betlind's right hand!

Turning your head slightly and gazing directly ahead with a calculating stare, tiny sparks of crystalline light flash around your eyes as you prepare the Ward Break spell.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light edged weapon.

Chepiso's blade suddenly cries out "Justice!" as it flares white hot and lands a powerful strike that barely breaks the skin of Betlind's right leg.

Kethrai touches Betlind with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.

Chepiso's hauberk blazes, sending a red flame wave towards Betlind!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a roasting hit to Betlind's back!

Betlind rubs her totem.

Betlind looks much healthier!

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light blunt weapon.

Chepiso's blade suddenly cries out "Justice!" as it flares white hot and lands a massive strike that deeply shocks the entire left bicep.

You gesture at Chepiso.

Bands of opaque iridescence appear around Chepiso in a concentric hexad. Each begins to revolve along a different axis, soon collectively fading into a magical blur.

Chepiso repels the aethereal assault with his strong presence of mind.

Chepiso's hauberk flares, sending a red flame wave towards Betlind!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a smoldering hit to Betlind's left leg!

Kethrai closes his eyes and takes on a look of supreme focus.

Chepiso's hauberk flares, sending a red flame wave towards Betlind!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a smoldering hit to Betlind's left arm!

Mendira begins chanting in a low tone, the words indistinct and little above a whisper. Slowly, she raises her voice, and as she does so you can feel the faint stirrings of warm winds caress your body.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light edged weapon.

Chepiso's blade suddenly cries out "Justice!" as it flares white hot and lands a strong hit that deeply burns the right thigh.

Turning your head slightly and gazing directly ahead with a calculating stare, tiny sparks of crystalline light flash around your eyes as you prepare the Tingle spell.

Chepiso's hauberk flashes, sending a red flame wave towards Betlind!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a smoldering hit to Betlind's right arm!

Mazrian raises his hand in an imaginary toast.

His eyes bug out as he lapses into a momentary trance.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light blunt weapon.

Chepiso's blade suddenly cries out "Justice!" as it flares white hot and lands an extremely heavy hit that nicks Betlind's left forearm.

Chepiso's hauberk flares, sending a red flame wave towards Betlind!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a roasting hit to Betlind's left arm!

Chepiso shoves Betlind with tremendous force, knocking her into a sprawling heap.

You gesture at Chepiso.

You send a soft jolt of electricity from your fingertips toward Chepiso.

Chepiso manages to resist your spell.

Betlind stands up.

Betlind begins to advance on Chepiso.

Briaen begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

You get an odd feeling that someone is watching you. It quickly passes.

Betlind closes to melee range on Chepiso.

Chepiso taps a holy trinket that he is wearing.

Suddenly a breeze swirls past you, surrounding Chepiso and spinning outward from his body to form a miniature tornado. Chepiso throws his hand up and the winds explode outward!

Mazrian is able to deflect some of the gale with his diamondwood shield. The gale strikes Mazrian, causing a solid hit to his left leg!

The veil of ice surrounding your face swirls and twinkles as it absorbs the spell pattern.

Betlind is able to deflect some of the gale with her majestic aegis. The gale strikes Betlind, causing a good strike to her back!

Betlind is pushed back a short distance from Chepiso by the fierce winds!

Kethrai's skin gleams with an adamantine sheen!

Kethrai is able to deflect some of the gale with his ceremonial shield. The gale strikes Kethrai, causing a good strike to his neck!

Kethrai does not seem to feel the wound, despite the injury.

Mendira is able to deflect some of the gale with her demonscale shield. The gale strikes Mendira, causing a demolishing hit to her back!

The powerful winds hurl Mendira some distance away!

* Mendira was just struck down!

* Mendira is slain before your eyes!

A bruised ivory glow flares around Briaen.

Briaen's hands glimmer with orange light.

The gale strikes Briaen, causing a glancing strike to his right leg!

Briaen is knocked completely senseless!

Turning your head slightly and gazing directly ahead with a calculating stare, tiny sparks of crystalline light flash around your eyes as you prepare the Vertigo spell.

Kethrai gestures.

Kethrai's pupils dilate slightly.

Betlind says, "I'll show you true faith."

Betlind begins to advance on Chepiso.

Briaen swipes his fingertips over his hand, collecting blood on them.

The blood on Briaen's hand seems to burble and shift before he flicks his wrist to send the incarnadine droplets hurtling towards Chepiso!

Chepiso manages to dodge the incarnadine droplets!

Betlind closes to melee range on Chepiso.

Chepiso's hauberk flares, sending a red flame wave towards Betlind!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a smoldering hit to Betlind's chest!

You gesture at Chepiso.

You meticulously alter the air flow and pressure around Chepiso's head.

Chepiso pales for a brief moment but fights off your spell.

Chepiso's hauberk flares, sending a red flame wave towards Betlind!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a smoldering hit to Betlind's right arm!

Chepiso's hauberk flares, sending a red flame wave towards Betlind!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a smoldering hit to Betlind's left leg!

A radiant glow wreathes Betlind's hands as she weaves lines of light in a complicated pattern.

Chepiso says to Betlind, "I'm waiting."

Turning your head slightly and gazing directly ahead with a calculating stare, tiny sparks of crystalline light flash around your eyes as you prepare the Arc Light spell.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso takes a full step back and readies both his weapons.

Chepiso rushes at Betlind, lashing out with his blade!

Chepiso's throwing blade lands an extremely heavy hit to Betlind's chest!

Betlind is lightly stunned!

Chepiso's attack momentum continues with a second strike from his sunblade!

Chepiso's honed sunblade lands a powerful strike to Betlind's head!

Chepiso's balaclava flashes, sending a midnight-blue frigid blast towards Betlind!

Chepiso's frigid blast lands a cold hit to Betlind's abdomen!

* Betlind was just struck down at Almalne Alolan, Among the Blooms!

* Betlind is slain before your eyes!

Mazrian frowns at Chepiso.

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso.

Small sparks of electricity dance in the air between Mazrian and Chepiso.

Mazrian stares at Chepiso's hands for a moment, but nothing happens.

You gesture at Chepiso.

A flash of electrical light issues from your hands!

Chepiso quickly looks away, avoiding the bright flash.

Mazrian says, "Mm."

The snow lessens to a light flurry.

Turning your head slightly and gazing directly ahead with a calculating stare, tiny sparks of crystalline light flash around your eyes as you prepare the Rimefang spell.

Chepiso says to Mazrian, "Come. Join the pyre."

Kethrai closes his eyes and takes on a look of supreme focus.

Mazrian gazes thoughtfully at Chepiso.

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso.

A sheet of slippery ice forms beneath Chepiso!

Chepiso barely manages to stay on his feet.

You gesture.

A chilling mist begins seeping slowly from your body.

Chepiso begins to advance on Mazrian.

Mazrian says, "You have a powerful patron, that's for sure."

The frosty vapor surrounding you coalesces into three icy blades that begin twirling about you in a graceful yet deadly dance.

Kethrai touches Mazrian with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.

The light snow falls silently down on the surface of Briaen's dainty cowbell.

You move over to guard Mazrian.

Chepiso closes to pole weapon range on Mazrian.

Mazrian looks healthier and Kethrai appears to weaken.

Mazrian retreats from combat.

Chepiso closes to pole weapon range on Mazrian.

You protect Mazrian from being engaged.

Chepiso closes to melee range on you!

You take a step back and ready an upraised palm.

Your palm is engulfed by fire as bright as the noontime sun!

Making an agile leap, you thrust your open palm towards Chepiso!

Chepiso deftly sidesteps your palm.

Mazrian retreats from combat.

Kethrai touches you with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.

You feel a warmth radiate from Kethrai's touch.

You have a brief sensation that leaves your wounds tingling.

You manage to grab hold of Chepiso. Chepiso grips you back.

You sense a deepening closeness between you and Kethrai.

Chepiso says, "Rutilor does not shy away from a fight."

Mazrian gestures.

The earth beneath your feet begins to shake violently!

Chepiso manages to remain upright!

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso, blunting your blow.

The air around Chepiso solidifies into a blinding yellow luminescence and intercepts the attack with a shower of coruscating light.

An icy blade circling you glances off Chepiso's shield and lands a good hit to his neck!

Your Grounding Field thrums with energy, empowering you.

The air around you solidifies into a blinding yellow luminescence and intercepts the attack with a shower of coruscating light.

You are momentarily blinded as the salt crystals around your chest explode outward, cushioning against the blow.

* Chepiso butts his armor-clad forehead at you. You fail to evade. The forehead lands a brushing hit to your chest.

You draw your opponent close and lock your arms tight.

Your ground is engulfed by fire as bright as the noontime sun!

You lean back and hoist Chepiso into the air!

Chepiso lands with a roll, avoiding injury from your suplex.

The frosty vapor surrounding you coalesces into two icy blades that join the pair of deadly weapons already twirling about you.

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso with a casual flick of his wrists.

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

The air around Chepiso solidifies into a blinding yellow luminescence and throws off bright waves of light as it resists the attack.

Chepiso's wooden shield jerks around as a gale blows past it.

Chepiso is struck by a violent wind that lands a glancing strike to his back!

Kethrai touches you with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.

You feel a warmth radiate from Kethrai's touch.

You have a brief sensation that leaves your wounds tingling.

Erratic Oracle Solitudines came through a finely wrought iron gate.

You stand back up.

The sudden oscillation in the ground beneath you leaves your teeth chattering.

Chepiso manages to remain upright!

Briaen sighs.

You retreat back to pole range.

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso with a casual flick of his wrists.

Chepiso's chain hauberk trembles as a gale breaks against it.

Chepiso is lightly stunned!

You retreat from combat.

Mazrian begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

Briaen kneels down before Mendira.

The sudden oscillation in the ground beneath you leaves your teeth chattering.

Chepiso manages to remain upright!

Mazrian says, "Mm, interesting."

Kethrai says, "You are a fool if you think Rutilor supports you in any of this."

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso.

A bolt of bluish lightning blazes out of the sky toward Chepiso!

Chepiso's hair stands on end as the lightning bolt strikes nearby!

Mazrian begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

The sudden oscillation in the ground beneath you leaves your teeth chattering.

Chepiso manages to remain upright!

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light edged weapon.

* Chepiso lobs a lengthy throwing blade with a hefty pommel at you. You barely block with a small morgawr leather shield embedded with yellowed fangs.

The throwing blade lands nearby!

Kethrai touches you with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.

You feel a warmth radiate from Kethrai's touch.

You have a brief sensation that leaves your wounds tingling.

Turning your head slightly and gazing directly ahead with a calculating stare, tiny sparks of crystalline light flash around your eyes as you prepare the Arc Light spell.

The saline lattice around your chest rebuilds and reinforces itself.

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso with a casual flick of his wrists.

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

The air around Chepiso solidifies into a blinding yellow luminescence and throws off shimmering light in the wake of the attack.

Chepiso's wooden shield jerks around as a gale blows past it.

Chepiso is struck by a violent wind that lands a glancing strike to his back!

Chepiso stands up.

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso with a casual flick of his wrists.

Chepiso's wooden shield trembles as a gale breaks against it.

Chepiso begins to advance on you!

Chepiso is still a distance away from you and is closing steadily.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Kethrai touches Mazrian with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso with a casual flick of his wrists.

Chepiso's wooden shield trembles as a gale breaks against it.

The sudden oscillation in the ground beneath you leaves your teeth chattering.

Chepiso manages to remain upright!

Briaen begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso.

A bolt of bluish lightning blazes out of the sky toward Chepiso!

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

The worst of the bolt misses, but tendrils of lightning lash out in passing to scorch his neck.

The frosty vapor surrounding you coalesces into a pair of icy blades that join the four deadly weapons already twirling about you.

You gesture at Chepiso.

A flash of electrical light issues from your hands!

Chepiso quickly looks away, avoiding the bright flash.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light blunt weapon.

Chepiso takes a full step back and plants his feet firmly.

* Chepiso lobs a lengthy throwing blade with a hefty pommel at you. You dodge.

The throwing blade lands nearby!

Mazrian begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

The sudden oscillation in the ground beneath you leaves your teeth chattering.

Chepiso manages to remain upright!

Chepiso closes to pole weapon range on you!

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light edged weapon.

Chepiso sidesteps and adjusts his footing.

Your Grounding Field thrums with energy, empowering you.

The air around you solidifies into a blinding yellow luminescence and throws off bright waves of light as it resists the attack.

You are momentarily blinded as the salt crystals around your left arm explode outward, cushioning against the blow.

* Chepiso lobs a lengthy throwing blade with a hefty pommel at you. You barely fail to block with morgawr leather shield. The blade radiates yellow, impacting with an incinerating brilliance and lands a powerful strike that painfully zaps the left arm.

The throwing blade lands at Chepiso's feet.

You retreat from combat.

Briaen removes a heavy skeleton key fettered to a blued steel manacle by a length of chain from his wrist.

Chepiso closes to pole weapon range on you!

Solitudines calmly extends one hand as a silvery-blue beam of light descends from the sky to fill his upturned palm with radiance.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light blunt weapon.

Chepiso lowers his shoulders and steadies his weapon.

Your Grounding Field thrums with energy, empowering you.

The air around you solidifies into a blinding yellow luminescence and throws off shimmering light in the wake of the attack.

You are momentarily blinded as the salt crystals around your left arm explode outward, cushioning against the blow.

* Chepiso lobs a lengthy throwing blade with a hefty pommel at you. You barely fail to block with morgawr leather shield. The blade radiates yellow, impacting with an incinerating brilliance and lands a powerful strike that deeply rends a smoldering wound into the left bicep, lightly stunning you.

The throwing blade lands at Chepiso's feet.

Mazrian gets a winged tyrium scarab clasping a golden eye from inside his black backpack.

The sudden oscillation in the ground beneath you leaves your teeth chattering.

Chepiso manages to remain upright!

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso.

A bolt of bluish lightning blazes out of the sky toward Chepiso!

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

The worst of the bolt misses, but tendrils of lightning lash out in passing to scorch his left leg.

Briaen swipes his fingertips over his hand, collecting blood on them.

The blood on Briaen's hand seems to burble and shift before he flicks his wrist to send the incarnadine droplets hurtling towards Chepiso!

Chepiso raises his shield quickly to fend off the incarnadine droplets.

You are still stunned.

Chepiso closes to melee range on you!

Mazrian begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Briaen raises his key up, and a black glow surrounds it.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light edged weapon.

Chepiso sidesteps and adjusts his footing.

Your Grounding Field thrums with energy, empowering you.

The air around you solidifies into a blinding yellow luminescence, buckling and losing much of its mass under the force of the attack.

You are momentarily blinded as the salt crystals around your right arm explode outward, cushioning against the blow.

Chepiso dashes quickly at Anuril, attacking him with a mighty cleave!

Chepiso's throwing blade lands a powerful strike to your right arm!

[I pass out briefly here, and awaken to find Rhadyn has joined us]

[Almalne Alolan, Among the Blooms]

Also here: Ale Beard Rhadyn, Erratic Oracle Solitudines who is shrouded in ghostly flames, Mazrian who has a fiery visage, the body of Spirit Guide Harsh who is lying down, the body of Shield of Starlight Betlind who is lying down, Heart Tender Kethrai, Warrior Zealot Chepiso, the body of Songbird Mendira who is lying down and Knight Penitent Briaen who is kneeling.

Obvious paths: none.

Kethrai touches Mazrian with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.

Mazrian begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

As a terrible, burning rage fills Rhadyn's eyes, he bunches his muscles for a high leap. Barreling through the air like an angry catapult boulder, Rhadyn all but crashes onto Chepiso!

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

The air around Chepiso solidifies into a blinding yellow luminescence, buckling and losing much of its mass under the force of the attack.

Rhadyn's foot lands a light hit that rends the left knee with a deep smoldering wound, lightly stunning him.

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

The air around Chepiso solidifies into a blinding yellow luminescence, losing most of its mass under the force of the attack.

Rhadyn's foot lands a light hit to Chepiso's right leg.

Briaen begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

Kethrai touches you with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.

You feel a warmth radiate from Kethrai's touch.

You have a brief sensation that leaves your wounds tingling.

Briaen stands up.

A curious tingling sensation rises within you as the boundary between you and Kethrai melts away, until you feel his body as if it were your own. A bewildering nausea grips you as your mind is assailed by information from a sense that you do not possess. Just as the sensations begin to overwhelm your consciousness, the boundary between you and Kethrai dissolves completely. For a few dizzying moments you seem to occupy the same flesh. A creeping sensation of tingling coldness envelops you as Kethrai seeks to draw the hurts from your body.

The pain of your wounds abruptly ceases, as if ripped forcibly from your body.

The feeling of unity with Kethrai gradually ebbs away.

Rhadyn sheathes his kertig hunthsleg.

Rhadyn draws forth a sapper's axe.

Rhadyn draws forth a kertig sledgehammer.

Briaen begins to advance on Chepiso.

Rhadyn sheathes his sapper's axe.

Rhadyn draws forth a sapper's axe.

Kethrai closes his eyes and takes on a look of supreme focus.

Kethrai gestures.

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso.

The wind glances off his wooden shield.

A blast of wind slams into Chepiso. The gust of wind doesn't seem to affect Chepiso much.

With a quick two step motion Rhadyn readies his axe at shoulder level. Suddenly, he launches into a turn that renders him as a shade of dissolution.

Rhadyn's errant axe results in nothing more than a sharp cling against Chepiso's throwing blade.

Chepiso deftly sidesteps Rhadyn's sledgehammer.

Mazrian begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

The saline lattice around your left arm rebuilds and reinforces itself.

Solitudines gestures.

Kethrai touches you with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.

You feel a warmth radiate from Kethrai's touch.

You have a brief sensation that leaves your wounds tingling.

Chepiso begins to advance on Mazrian.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso crouches down and draws his weapons close

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light edged weapon.

The throwing blade lands nearby!

Solitudines gestures.

A pale blue nimbus explodes outward, enshrouding Solitudines's body like a ghostly blanket. Slender tendrils of silver vapor slowly arise from the cloud and reach for Solitudines's eyes like long spectral fingers.

The saline lattice around your right arm rebuilds and reinforces itself.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Briaen swipes his fingertips over his hand, collecting blood on them.

The blood on Briaen's hand seems to burble and shift before he flicks his wrist to send the incarnadine droplets hurtling towards Chepiso!

Chepiso raises his shield quickly to fend off the incarnadine droplets.

Briaen closes to pole weapon range on Chepiso.

The color in Solitudines's eyes changes, the pupils gradually fading from sight as his eyes turn pale blue.

Rhadyn assesses his combat situation.

Rhadyn swings his axe with wild abandon, weaving it through the air in a flurry of blows that are nearly impossible to count.

Rhadyn's errant axe results in nothing more than a sharp cling against Chepiso's hunter's bracer.

Chepiso deftly sidesteps Rhadyn's sledgehammer.

You feel stronger, but Kethrai appears to weaken.

Solitudines's eyes flare briefly and the blue-white hue intensifies.

Briaen attaches a heavy skeleton key fettered to a blued steel manacle by a length of chain to his wrist.

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso.

A bolt of bluish lightning blazes out of the sky toward Chepiso!

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

The bolt grazes his chest, briefly surrounding his body in brilliant white sky-fire.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso raises his weapons before him and prepares to strike.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light blunt weapon.

Chepiso sidesteps and adjusts his footing.

The throwing blade lands nearby!

The Gam Irnan pattern crumbles away and with it the magical salt crystals encrusting your body shrink and vanish.

Chepiso closes to pole weapon range on Mazrian.

Mazrian begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

You assess your combat situation...

Rhadyn (incredibly balanced) is flanking Chepiso at melee range.

Mazrian (incredibly balanced) is facing Chepiso at pole weapon range.

Chepiso (adeptly balanced) is advancing on Mazrian at pole weapon range.

Briaen (off balance) is moving behind Chepiso at pole weapon range.

Briaen closes to melee range on Chepiso.

Rhadyn sidesteps and adjusts his footing.

Rhadyn dashes quickly at Chepiso, attacking him with a mighty cleave!

Chepiso deftly sidesteps Rhadyn's sapper's axe.

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

The air around Chepiso solidifies into a blinding yellow luminescence, collapsing under the force of the attack in a silent cascade of glassy fragments that vanish before reaching the ground.

Rhadyn swings his sledgehammer and follows through with a second attack!

Rhadyn's sledgehammer lands a glancing strike to Chepiso's head!

Mazrian retreats from combat.

Chepiso closes to pole weapon range on Mazrian.

You feel stronger, but Kethrai appears to weaken.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Mazrian retreats from combat.

Lady of Elamiri Ayrell's group came through a finely wrought iron gate.

You feel slightly disoriented as Kethrai breaks the link with you.

Rhadyn moves a sapper's axe to his left hand.

Rhadyn moves a kertig sledgehammer to his right hand.

Briaen begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso raises his weapons before him and prepares to strike.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light edged weapon.

The throwing blade lands nearby!

You clear your throat.

Chepiso closes to pole weapon range on Mazrian.

Solitudines's eyes flare briefly and the blue-white hue intensifies.

Rhadyn sidesteps and adjusts his footing.

Rhadyn dashes quickly at Chepiso, attacking him with crashing blows!

Rhadyn's errant sledgehammer results in nothing more than a sharp cling against Chepiso's hunter's bracer.

Rhadyn swings his axe and follows through with a second attack!

Rhadyn's errant axe results in nothing more than a sharp cling against Chepiso's hunter's bracer.

Kethrai closes his eyes and takes on a look of supreme focus.

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso.

A bolt of bluish lightning blazes out of the sky toward Chepiso!

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

The bolt grazes his abdomen, briefly surrounding his body in brilliant white sky-fire.

Chepiso closes to melee range on Mazrian.

Mazrian begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

Rhadyn sheathes his sapper's axe.

Rhadyn sheathes his sledgehammer.

Rhadyn draws forth a kertig hunthsleg engraved with a bearded Dwarf.

Ruea says in Ilithic, "Oh goodness."

Solitudines calmly extends one hand as a silvery-blue beam of light descends from the sky to fill his upturned palm with radiance.

Apprehension sets in as Solitudines gazes at you, his gaze seeming to peer through your mortal being.

Rhadyn lowers his shoulders and steadies his weapon.

Rhadyn unleashes his hunthsleg to impale Chepiso!

Chepiso deftly sidesteps Rhadyn's kertig hunthsleg.

Briaen swipes his fingertips over his hand, collecting blood on them.

The blood on Briaen's hand seems to burble and shift before he flicks his wrist to send the incarnadine droplets hurtling towards Chepiso!

Chepiso manages to dodge the incarnadine droplets!

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso.

A bolt of bluish lightning blazes out of the sky toward Chepiso!

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

The worst of the bolt misses, but tendrils of lightning lash out in passing to scorch his right leg.

Solitudines gestures at Harsh.

Harsh is outlined by a silvery corona for a moment.

Solitudines calmly extends one hand as a silvery-blue beam of light descends from the sky to fill his upturned palm with radiance.

With a wave of Kethrai's hand, he looks much better.

Mazrian begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

The kertig hunthsleg lands nearby!

Chepiso's hauberk flares, sending a red flame wave towards Rhadyn!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a smoldering hit to Rhadyn's right arm!

Kethrai closes his eyes and takes on a look of supreme focus.

You say to Ruea, "Beware this madman."

Chepiso rubs a holy trinket.

As Chepiso bows his head and chants, a brilliant disc of light coalesces before him. Spinning slowly at first, it gains momentum until blue-white sparks shoot off in a blinding display. He spreads his arms wide in a final decisive gesture, and the coruscating light explodes, sending a barrage of razor-edged rays flying out in all directions!

Kethrai's skin gleams with an adamantine sheen!

Kethrai does not seem to feel the wound, despite the injury.

Kethrai's skin gleams with an adamantine sheen!

Kethrai does not seem to feel the wound, despite the injury.

Solitudines's silvery-white glow shines brightly like a holy armor.

The veil of ice surrounding your face swirls and twinkles as it absorbs the spell pattern.

Solitudines gestures at Harsh.

A thin silver nimbus surrounds Harsh.

A kertig hunthsleg engraved with a bearded Dwarf suddenly leaps toward Rhadyn! The hunthsleg slides to Rhadyn's right hand, reuniting him with his lost belonging.

As Solitudines intones a quiet prayer to Urrem'tier, his hands begin to glow faintly silver. He extends a glowing hand towards the body of Harsh.

Dark crimson bands of light flow about the body of Harsh, pulsating with a heartbeat rhythm. Silvery-grey tendrils twine around the red bands, seeping into the corpse. As the last tendril vanishes from view, the bands explode with a brilliant flash and Harsh blinks dazedly, wobbling on his feet.

You nod to Chepiso.

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso.

A bolt of bluish lightning blazes out of the sky toward Chepiso!

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

The worst of the bolt misses, but tendrils of lightning lash out in passing to scorch his back.

Mazrian begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

The pulsing fervor of Rage of the Clans fades from your body and your pulse returns to normal.

Chepiso's hauberk blazes, sending a red flame wave towards Rhadyn!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a singeing strike to Rhadyn's right arm!

Ruea nods to you.

Rhadyn moves about with magnified violence!

Chepiso's hauberk blazes, sending a red flame wave towards Rhadyn!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a smoldering hit to Rhadyn's left leg!

Chepiso rubs a holy trinket.

Suddenly a breeze swirls past you, surrounding Chepiso and spinning outward from his body to form a miniature tornado. Chepiso throws his hand up and the winds explode outward!

Harsh is able to deflect some of the gale with his smokewhorl shield. The gale strikes Harsh, causing a hard hit to his left leg!

Harsh is lightly stunned!

A bruised ivory glow flares around Briaen.

Briaen's hands glimmer with orange light.

The gale strikes Briaen, causing a glancing strike to his right leg!

Silver and white wisps form a luminescent barrier before Solitudines.

Solitudines is able to deflect some of the gale with his triangular sipar. The gale strikes Solitudines, causing a good strike to his back!

Ayrell is able to deflect some of the gale with her small shield. The gale strikes Ayrell, causing a solid hit to her abdomen!

Kethrai's skin gleams with an adamantine sheen!

Kethrai is able to deflect some of the gale with his ceremonial shield. The gale strikes Kethrai, causing a good strike to his back!

Kethrai does not seem to feel the wound, despite the injury.

Ruea is able to deflect some of the gale with her small shield. The gale strikes Ruea, causing a solid hit to her left arm!

Briaen gestures at Chepiso.

Chepiso seems unfazed.

With a wave of Kethrai's hand, he suddenly looks much healthier.

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

Rhadyn's hunthsleg lands a light hit to Chepiso's right leg.

The kertig hunthsleg lodges itself shallowly into Chepiso!

Chepiso's hauberk ignites, sending a red flame wave towards Rhadyn!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a smoldering hit to Rhadyn's abdomen!

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso.

A bolt of bluish lightning blazes out of the sky toward Chepiso!

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

The worst of the bolt misses, but tendrils of lightning lash out in passing to scorch his back.

Chepiso is lightly stunned!

Mazrian begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

Solitudines calmly extends one hand as a silvery-blue beam of light descends from the sky to fill his upturned palm with radiance.

Mazrian inhales sharply, then violently spits a bolt of churning flame toward Chepiso!

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

Some of the fiery breath breaks against his wooden shield.

The incendiary spittle blasts him in his back.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso crouches down and draws his weapons close

Chepiso rushes at Mazrian, lashing out with his blade!

Chepiso's errant blade results in nothing more than a sharp cling against Mazrian's parry stick.

Chepiso's attack momentum continues with a second strike from his sunblade!

Chepiso's honed sunblade lands a strong hit to Mazrian's neck!

Mazrian is lightly stunned!

Suddenly, a kertig hunthsleg engraved with a bearded Dwarf leaps from Chepiso's body and flies toward Rhadyn! The hunthsleg slides to Rhadyn's right hand, reuniting him with his lost belonging.

The kertig hunthsleg lands nearby!

Chepiso's shield ignites, sending a midnight-blue frigid blast towards Rhadyn!

Chepiso's frigid blast lands a drafty strike to Rhadyn's left hand!

Chepiso's blade suddenly cries out "Justice!" as it flares white hot and lands a strong hit to Mazrian's right eye.

Turning your head slightly and gazing directly ahead with a calculating stare, tiny sparks of crystalline light flash around your eyes as you prepare the Swirling Winds spell.

Ayrell says, "Well, then..."

Briaen gestures at Chepiso.

Chepiso seems unfazed.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light blunt weapon.

Chepiso takes a full step back and plants his feet firmly.

Mazrian reveals himself.

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso.

A bolt of bluish lightning blazes out of the sky toward Chepiso!

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

The worst of the bolt misses, but tendrils of lightning lash out in passing to scorch his right leg.

Chepiso begins to advance on Mazrian.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light edged weapon.

Tiny tendrils of lightning begin to jolt between Ayrell's hands as she utters a few magical words!

Mazrian begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

The grid of thin lines slides away from your thoughts.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light blunt weapon.

Chepiso takes a step back and hefts his blade behind him.

You tap into the mana from thirty-three of the surrounding streams and attempt to keep it channeling in a stream around you.

Chepiso closes to pole weapon range on Mazrian.

Solitudines gestures at Betlind.

A thin silver nimbus surrounds Betlind.

Solitudines calmly extends one hand as a silvery-blue beam of light descends from the sky to fill his upturned palm with radiance.

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso.

A bolt of bluish lightning blazes out of the sky toward Chepiso!

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

The worst of the bolt misses, but tendrils of lightning lash out in passing to scorch his abdomen.

You tap into the mana from thirty-three of the surrounding streams and add it to the huge amount already streaming around you.

Mazrian retreats from combat.

Chepiso thumbs his nose a few times in Mazrian's direction.

Mazrian is enraged by Chepiso's challenge, his focus remaining on Chepiso.

Chepiso closes to pole weapon range on Mazrian.

Briaen gestures at Chepiso.

Chepiso seems unfazed.

Kethrai touches you with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.

You feel a warmth radiate from Kethrai's touch.

You have a brief sensation that leaves your wounds tingling.

Mazrian begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

Mazrian hesitates but cannot back down.

Rhadyn grows healthier before your eyes!

Chepiso closes to melee range on Mazrian.

You gesture.

You contribute your harnessed streams to increase the pattern's potential.

You feel the winds surrounding you disperse.

You harness the currents of air and channel them around yourself. They mold to your body, allowing you to dodge more easily.

Kethrai touches Mazrian with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light edged weapon.

Chepiso lowers his shoulders and steadies his weapon.

Chepiso attempts to cleave through Mazrian with his blade!

Mazrian deftly sidesteps Chepiso's throwing blade.

You feel stronger, but Kethrai appears to weaken.

Mazrian leans forward and shoves Chepiso away, forcing him back a step.

Ayrell gestures.

A faint breeze surrounds her.

Briaen begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

Mazrian looks healthier and Kethrai appears to weaken.

Ruea puts her wine in her silveress handbag.

Harsh beams!

Tiny tendrils of lightning begin to jolt between Ayrell's hands as she utters a few magical words!

Chepiso's blade suddenly cries out "Justice!" as it flares white hot and lands a massive strike that punches a hole through the skin on its side.

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso.

The wind glances off his wooden shield.

A blast of wind slams into Chepiso. Chepiso staggers back as far away from Mazrian as he can get!

Harsh looks at Solitudines and applauds!

Harsh's open wounds suddenly seem darker as the blood starts to flow from them.

Mazrian looks healthier and Kethrai appears to weaken.

Chepiso begins to advance on Mazrian.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light blunt weapon.

Chepiso takes a full step back and plants his feet firmly.

Mazrian begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

Briaen draws forth an elegantly tapered blade of polished white glaes.

Mazrian looks healthier and Kethrai appears to weaken.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light edged weapon.

A bruised ivory glow flares around Briaen.

Briaen's hands glimmer with orange light.

Chepiso's shield blazes, sending a midnight-blue frigid blast towards Briaen!

Chepiso's frigid blast lands a drafty hit to Briaen's right arm!

Mazrian looks healthier and Kethrai appears to weaken.

Rhadyn assesses his combat situation.

Solitudines gestures.

A pale blue nimbus explodes outward, enshrouding Solitudines's body like a ghostly blanket. Slender tendrils of silver vapor slowly arise from the cloud and reach for Solitudines's eyes like long spectral fingers.

Solitudines praises Harsh.

Rhadyn whirls about in a bold, flashy manner!

Chepiso raises his shield suddenly to fend off something you cannot see.

Chepiso taps a holy trinket that he is wearing.

As Chepiso bows his head and chants, a brilliant disc of light coalesces before him. Spinning slowly at first, it gains momentum until blue-white sparks shoot off in a blinding display. He spreads his arms wide in a final decisive gesture, and the coruscating light explodes, sending a barrage of razor-edged rays flying out in all directions!

The veil of ice surrounding your face swirls and twinkles as it absorbs the spell pattern.

A bruised ivory glow flares around Briaen.

Briaen's hands glimmer with orange light.

Kethrai does not seem to feel the wound, despite the injury.

Kethrai does not seem to feel the wound, despite the injury.

The color in Solitudines's eyes changes, the pupils gradually fading from sight as his eyes turn pale blue.

Solitudines's eyes flare briefly and the blue-white hue intensifies.

Turning your head slightly and gazing directly ahead with a calculating stare, tiny sparks of crystalline light flash around your eyes as you prepare the Ward Break spell.

Mazrian looks healthier and Kethrai appears to weaken.

Chepiso closes to pole weapon range on Mazrian.

The pained wailing of incorporeal voices accompanies Harsh's spell preparations!

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso.

A bolt of bluish lightning blazes out of the sky toward Chepiso!

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

The worst of the bolt misses, but tendrils of lightning lash out in passing to scorch his left leg.

A bruised ivory glow flares around Briaen.

Briaen's hands glimmer with orange light.

Chepiso's hauberk ignites, sending a red flame wave towards Briaen!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a singeing strike to Briaen's chest!

Mazrian looks healthier and Kethrai appears to weaken.

Chepiso taps a holy trinket that he is wearing.

As Chepiso bows his head and chants, a brilliant disc of light coalesces before him. Spinning slowly at first, it gains momentum until blue-white sparks shoot off in a blinding display. He spreads his arms wide in a final decisive gesture, and the coruscating light explodes, sending a barrage of razor-edged rays flying out in all directions!

Ayrell is lightly stunned!

The veil of ice surrounding your face swirls and twinkles as it absorbs the spell pattern.

Solitudines's silvery-white glow shines brightly like a holy armor.

Harsh is lightly stunned!

Kethrai touches Mazrian with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.

Solitudines's eyes flare briefly and the blue-white hue intensifies.

A kertig hunthsleg engraved with a bearded Dwarf suddenly leaps toward Rhadyn! The hunthsleg slides to Rhadyn's right hand, reuniting him with his lost belonging.

Mazrian looks healthier and Kethrai appears to weaken.

Chepiso closes to melee range on Mazrian.

Mazrian begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

Chepiso taps a holy trinket that he is wearing.

As Chepiso bows his head and chants, a brilliant disc of light coalesces before him. Spinning slowly at first, it gains momentum until blue-white sparks shoot off in a blinding display. He spreads his arms wide in a final decisive gesture, and the coruscating light explodes, sending a barrage of razor-edged rays flying out in all directions!

Kethrai does not seem to feel the wound, despite the injury.

Kethrai does not seem to feel the wound, despite the injury.

A bruised ivory glow flares around Briaen.

Briaen's hands glimmer with orange light.

Mazrian looks healthier and Kethrai appears to weaken.

Solitudines's eyes flare briefly and the blue-white hue intensifies.

The kertig hunthsleg lands nearby!

Chepiso's shield blazes, sending a midnight-blue frigid blast towards Rhadyn!

Chepiso's frigid blast lands a drafty strike to Rhadyn's right leg!

Kethrai closes his eyes and takes on a look of supreme focus.

Mazrian hesitates but cannot back down.

Chepiso raises his hand and beckons that he is ready.

Chepiso turns his blade easily in his hands and ends up with it in position to be used as a light thrown and light blunt weapon.

Chepiso takes a full step back and plants his feet firmly.

Chepiso dashes quickly at Mazrian, attacking him with crashing blows!

Chepiso's throwing blade lands a heavy strike to Mazrian's right arm!

Mazrian is lightly stunned!

Mazrian looks healthier and Kethrai appears to weaken.

Solitudines's eyes flare briefly and the blue-white hue intensifies.

Mazrian looks healthier and Kethrai appears to weaken.

Ayrell gestures.

Ayrell looks steadier.

Ruea unties a mistwood battle longbow from the straps of her hunting pack.

Briaen begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

You gesture at Chepiso.

Bands of opaque iridescence appear around Chepiso in a concentric hexad. Each begins to revolve along a different axis, soon collectively fading into a magical blur.

Chepiso repels the aethereal assault with his strong presence of mind.

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

Briaen's blade lands a gentle hit to Chepiso's left arm.

A bruised ivory glow flares around Briaen.

Briaen's hands glimmer with orange light.

Chepiso's hauberk flares, sending a red flame wave towards Briaen!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a singeing strike to Briaen's abdomen!

Mazrian looks healthier and Kethrai appears to weaken.

Solitudines's eyes flare briefly and the blue-white hue intensifies.

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso.

A bolt of bluish lightning blazes out of the sky toward Chepiso!

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

Chepiso jumps in surprise as the bolt strikes his abdomen and leaves a patch of blackened flesh.

Chepiso is dealt a vicious stun!

Mazrian looks healthier and Kethrai appears to weaken.

You feel less steady, and realize that your Sure Footing spell has worn off.

A kertig hunthsleg engraved with a bearded Dwarf suddenly leaps toward Rhadyn! The hunthsleg slides to Rhadyn's right hand, reuniting him with his lost belonging.

Turning your head slightly and gazing directly ahead with a calculating stare, tiny sparks of crystalline light flash around your eyes as you prepare the Ward Break spell.

Mazrian hesitates but cannot back down.

Mazrian looks healthier and Kethrai appears to weaken.

Ruea loads her battle longbow with a sapling green arrow.

A bruised ivory glow flares around Briaen.

Briaen's hands glimmer with orange light.

Chepiso's hauberk blazes, sending a red flame wave towards Briaen!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a singeing strike to Briaen's chest!

Rhadyn whirls about in a bold, flashy manner!

Mazrian looks healthier and Kethrai appears to weaken.

Tiny tendrils of lightning begin to jolt between Ayrell's hands as she utters a few magical words!

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

Rhadyn's hunthsleg lands a light hit to Chepiso's right arm.

The kertig hunthsleg lodges itself shallowly into Chepiso!

Mazrian begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

Chepiso's hauberk ignites, sending a red flame wave towards Rhadyn!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a smoldering hit to Rhadyn's chest!

Ayrell begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

Mazrian looks healthier and Kethrai appears to weaken.

Solitudines calmly extends one hand as a silvery-blue beam of light descends from the sky to fill his upturned palm with radiance.

With a wave of Kethrai's hand, he looks much better.

Mazrian looks healthier and Kethrai appears to weaken.

A bruised ivory glow flares around Briaen.

Briaen's hands glimmer with orange light.

Chepiso's hauberk ignites, sending a red flame wave towards Briaen!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a singeing strike to Briaen's chest!

Mazrian shoves at some air in front of Chepiso.

Solitudines gestures at Betlind.

Betlind is outlined by a silvery corona for a moment.

Solitudines calmly extends one hand as a silvery-blue beam of light descends from the sky to fill his upturned palm with radiance.

Harsh gestures.

A cloud of silver-grey mist churns into being, glistening with an unearthly radiance from within its depths.

Suddenly, a kertig hunthsleg engraved with a bearded Dwarf leaps from Chepiso's body and flies toward Rhadyn! The hunthsleg slides to Rhadyn's right hand, reuniting him with his lost belonging.

Kethrai closes his eyes and takes on a look of supreme focus.

You gesture at Chepiso.

Bands of opaque iridescence appear around Chepiso in a concentric hexad. Each begins to revolve along a different axis, soon collectively fading into a magical blur.

Chepiso repels the aethereal assault with his strong presence of mind.

Ruea appears to be aiming at Chepiso with her battle longbow.

Chepiso's hauberk flashes, sending a red flame wave towards Rhadyn!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a smoldering hit to Rhadyn's neck!

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

Rhadyn's hunthsleg lands a light hit to Chepiso's chest.

Chepiso's hauberk blazes, sending a red flame wave towards Rhadyn!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a smoldering hit to Rhadyn's chest!

The pained wailing of incorporeal voices accompanies Harsh's spell preparations!

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso.

A bolt of bluish lightning blazes out of the sky toward Chepiso!

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

The bolt grazes his chest, briefly surrounding his body in brilliant white sky-fire.

Chepiso raises his shield suddenly to fend off something you cannot see.

Solitudines gestures at Betlind.

A thin silver nimbus surrounds Betlind.

Your knowledge of weaponsmithing improves the pattern you are attempting to summon.

Closing your eyes, you grunt briefly in effort as you sense a small electrical ethereal fissure open in front of you. Thrusting your hand through, you draw out an electric javelin. As you open your eyes, the fissure closes.

As Solitudines intones a quiet prayer to Urrem'tier, his hands begin to glow faintly silver. He extends a glowing hand towards the body of Betlind.

The soft red glow around Betlind's body fades away.

Dark crimson bands of light flow about the body of Betlind, pulsating with a heartbeat rhythm. Silvery-grey tendrils twine around the red bands, seeping into the corpse. As the last tendril vanishes from view, the bands explode with a brilliant flash and Betlind blinks dazedly, wobbling on her feet.

Mazrian begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

Ayrell fixes Chepiso with an intent stare.

The piercing screech of tortured air assaults your ears, punctuated by a sharp **CRACK!**!

Chepiso's shield jerks suddenly.

Chepiso's hauberk blazes, sending a red flame wave towards Rhadyn!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a smoldering hit to Rhadyn's left hand!

Harsh begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

You turn to face Chepiso.

Ruea's arrow lands a glancing strike to Chepiso's head.

The sapling green arrow lands at Ruea's feet.

Rhadyn whirls about in a bold, flashy manner!

Chepiso's hauberk flashes, sending a red flame wave towards Ruea!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a roasting hit to Ruea's back!

< You hurl an electric javelin at Chepiso. Chepiso partially blocks with a darkened leather buckler adorned with a brass hound's head.

The electric javelin falls to your feet!

Betlind gasps!

Briaen tries to push Chepiso but he doesn't budge!

The air around you solidifies into a blinding yellow luminescence, losing most of its mass under the force of the attack.

Your Grounding Field thrums with energy, empowering you.

Chepiso's hauberk blazes, sending a red flame wave towards you!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a smoldering hit to your left arm!

The kertig hunthsleg lands nearby!

Chepiso's hauberk flares, sending a red flame wave towards Rhadyn!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a smoldering hit to Rhadyn's left hand!

Chepiso taps a holy trinket that he is wearing.

As Chepiso bows his head and chants, a brilliant disc of light coalesces before him. Spinning slowly at first, it gains momentum until blue-white sparks shoot off in a blinding display. He spreads his arms wide in a final decisive gesture, and the coruscating light explodes, sending a barrage of razor-edged rays flying out in all directions!

A bruised ivory glow flares around Briaen.

Briaen's hands glimmer with orange light.

Kethrai does not seem to feel the wound, despite the injury.

Kethrai does not seem to feel the wound, despite the injury.

Betlind is lightly stunned!

Solitudines's silvery-white glow shines brightly like a holy armor.

Briaen tries to push Chepiso but he doesn't budge!

Chepiso taps a holy trinket that he is wearing.

As Chepiso bows his head and chants, a brilliant disc of light coalesces before him. Spinning slowly at first, it gains momentum until blue-white sparks shoot off in a blinding display. He spreads his arms wide in a final decisive gesture, and the coruscating light explodes, sending a barrage of razor-edged rays flying out in all directions!

A bruised ivory glow flares around Briaen.

The air around Briaen solidifies into a blinding yellow luminescence and throws off shimmering light in the wake of the attack.

Solitudines's silvery-white glow shines brightly like a holy armor.

Ruea is lightly stunned!

Rhadyn visibly churns with an inner rage!

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso.

A bolt of bluish lightning blazes out of the sky toward Chepiso!

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

The bolt strikes Chepiso in the left leg, blasting away flesh and exposing bone!

Chepiso screams and falls to the ground grasping his mangled left leg!

Betlind rubs her totem.

Betlind looks much healthier!

A kertig hunthsleg engraved with a bearded Dwarf suddenly leaps toward Rhadyn! The hunthsleg slides to Rhadyn's right hand, reuniting him with his lost belonging.

Mazrian begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

Chepiso taps a holy trinket that he is wearing.

As Chepiso bows his head and chants, a brilliant disc of light coalesces before him. Spinning slowly at first, it gains momentum until blue-white sparks shoot off in a blinding display. He spreads his arms wide in a final decisive gesture, and the coruscating light explodes, sending a barrage of razor-edged rays flying out in all directions!

A bruised ivory glow flares around Briaen.

Briaen's hands glimmer with orange light.

Kethrai does not seem to feel the wound, despite the injury.

Kethrai does not seem to feel the wound, despite the injury.

The veil of ice surrounding your face swirls and twinkles as it absorbs the spell pattern.

Your knowledge of weaponsmithing improves the pattern you are attempting to summon.

Closing your eyes, you grunt briefly in effort as you sense a small electrical ethereal fissure open in front of you. Thrusting your hand through, you draw out an electric javelin. As you open your eyes, the fissure closes.

Briaen begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

The veil of ice suddenly shatters and melts from around you.

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

Rhadyn's hunthsleg lands a light hit that cuts deeply across the pectoral muscles.

Harsh gestures at Chepiso.

A bright flash engulfs Harsh's hand as a ray of holy light streaks from his palm, speeding toward Chepiso!

Chepiso dodges aside.

Chepiso's hauberk blazes, sending a red flame wave towards Rhadyn!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a smoldering hit to Rhadyn's chest!

Mazrian shoves at some air in front of Chepiso.

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

Rhadyn's hunthsleg lands a light hit that partially splits the sternum, snapping some ribs surrounding the heart.

Chepiso's hauberk flares, sending a red flame wave towards Rhadyn!

Chepiso's flame wave lands a smoldering hit to Rhadyn's left arm!

Tiny tendrils of lightning begin to jolt between Ayrell's hands as she utters a few magical words!

< You hurl an electric javelin at Chepiso. Chepiso dodges.

The electric javelin falls to your feet!

Chepiso taps a holy trinket that he is wearing.

Betlind touches her chalice.

Betlind looks full of life.

The air around you solidifies into a blinding yellow luminescence, collapsing under the force of the attack in a silent cascade of glassy fragments that vanish before reaching the ground.

Your Grounding Field thrums with energy, empowering you.

Chepiso's balaclava blazes, sending a midnight-blue frigid blast towards you!

Chepiso's frigid blast lands a cold hit to your left arm!

Kethrai gestures.

Rutilant sparks of light encircle Kethrai, seeping into his skin and bathing him in a warm glow.

Chepiso taps a holy trinket that he is wearing.

Solitudines calmly extends one hand as a silvery-blue beam of light descends from the sky to fill his upturned palm with radiance.

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

Rhadyn's hunthsleg lands a good hit that pierces straight through the breastbone to lodge the kertig hunthsleg in the heart, knocking him completely senseless.

Chepiso's shield flashes, sending a midnight-blue frigid blast towards Rhadyn!

Chepiso's frigid blast lands a drafty strike to Rhadyn's chest!

Ayrell begins to focus intently on Chepiso.

Kethrai touches you with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.

You feel a warmth radiate from Kethrai's touch.

You have a brief sensation that leaves your wounds tingling.

Kethrai's features are limned in fiery rutilant light, his eyes burning with a fearsome vivacity.

Mazrian gestures at Chepiso.

A bolt of bluish lightning blazes out of the sky toward Chepiso!

An ephemeral light glows about Chepiso.

The lightning bolt tears into his chest like a blast from Firulf's staff.

* Chepiso was just struck down!

* Chepiso is slain before your eyes!

A soft red glow appears over Chepiso's body.

A light silvery glow surrounds Chepiso's throwing blade in his hand.

A light silvery glow surrounds Chepiso's honed sunblade in his hand.

Chepiso's rage dissipates.

The faint silvery aura around Chepiso fades.

Chepiso exhales involuntarily and shifts his stance, as if now under a heavy burden.

The field of silver-blue light dissipates from around Chepiso.

The dark stripes upon Chepiso's skin fade away.

Betlind rubs her jadeite gwethdesuan.

Betlind's gwethdesuan snaps in two places as its jadeite stones crumble into a fine powder.

Briaen works carefully at tending his wounded right leg.

You feel stronger, but Kethrai appears to weaken.

The ghostly laughter of Chepiso echoes through the room, sending a shiver down your spine.

Kethrai pants.

Mazrian gazes at Chepiso.

Streaks of liquid silver-grey light arc outward from a cloud of silver-grey mist, diffusing into a mercurial luminance that anoints the dead.

A thin silver nimbus surrounds Chepiso.

A thin silver nimbus surrounds Mendira.

Harsh applauds.

Betlind nods to Chepiso.

Mazrian says, "I have respect for a man of conviction."

You notice a grey cat rub against Ruea for a moment.

Harsh works carefully at tending his wounded left leg.

Mazrian says, "But I'm a soldier."

You notice a majestic dragon with fiery crimson eyes and void-black scales appear overhead, circling.

The majestic dragon begins to watch the goings on carefully.

Kethrai exudes life and vitality, rutilant sparks dancing around him.

Harsh works carefully at tending his wounded chest.

Solitudines gestures.

Betlind bows to Solitudines.

Solitudines gestures.

A pale blue nimbus explodes outward, enshrouding Solitudines's body like a ghostly blanket. Slender tendrils of silver vapor slowly arise from the cloud and reach for Solitudines's eyes like long spectral fingers.

Kethrai touches Mazrian with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.

The color in Solitudines's eyes changes, the pupils gradually fading from sight as his eyes turn pale blue.

You hear the ghostly voice of Chepiso say, "This is not over. The Hounds will extract the rot."

Solitudines praises Betlind.

The pained wailing of incorporeal voices accompanies Harsh's spell preparations!

Mazrian says, "And I've seen more battles than you and your parents combined."

Rhadyn sheathes his kertig hunthsleg.

Rhadyn draws forth a sapper's axe.

Rhadyn draws forth a kertig sledgehammer.

Ruea puts her arrow in her embossed quiver.

Solitudines calmly extends one hand as a silvery-blue beam of light descends from the sky to fill his upturned palm with radiance.

Betlind's open wounds suddenly seem darker as the blood starts to flow from them.

Solitudines gestures at Mendira.

Mendira is outlined by a silvery corona for a moment.

Betlind says to Solitudines, "Thank you for helping me in the midst of such."

Solitudines calmly extends one hand as a silvery-blue beam of light descends from the sky to fill his upturned palm with radiance.

Brilliant sparks of rutilant light dance around Kethrai, bathing him in a warm glow.

Ruea says, "How interesting."

Solitudines gestures at Mendira.

A thin silver nimbus surrounds Mendira.

Ayrell nods at Ruea, obviously agreeing with her views.

Chepiso fades into the ground.

Solitudines says, "Mendira still needs healing."

Kethrai touches Mendira with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.

Betlind works carefully at tending her wounded head.

Betlind works carefully at tending her wounded chest.

Betlind works carefully at tending her wounded abdomen.

Briaen puts his blade in his diamond-hide baldric.

Briaen removes an acid-stained steel knife with a sharply hooked tip from his upper arm.

Cascading points of rutilant light swirl around Kethrai like sparks dancing up from a blazing fire.

Harsh quietly says, "Aww i was just about to loot em too."

Harsh snaps his fingers.

Betlind works carefully at binding her wounded head, attempting to halt the bruising and discoloration.

Solitudines calmly extends one hand as a silvery-blue beam of light descends from the sky to fill his upturned palm with radiance.

Mazrian shakes his head.

You hear the ghostly voice of Mendira say to Kethrai, "Thank you."

Betlind works carefully at binding her wounded chest, attempting to halt the bruising and discoloration.

Kethrai touches Mendira with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.

Solitudines gestures at Mendira.

A thin silver nimbus surrounds Mendira.

Betlind works carefully at binding her wounded abdomen, attempting to halt the bruising and discoloration.

Ruea sheathes her battle longbow and ties it to her hunting pack.

Cascading points of rutilant light swirl around Kethrai like sparks dancing up from a blazing fire.

As Solitudines intones a quiet prayer to Urrem'tier, his hands begin to glow faintly silver. He extends a glowing hand towards the body of Mendira.

Dark crimson bands of light flow about the body of Mendira, pulsating with a heartbeat rhythm. Silvery-grey tendrils twine around the red bands, seeping into the corpse. As the last tendril vanishes from view, the bands explode with a brilliant flash and Mendira blinks dazedly, wobbling on her feet.

Harsh lets out a hearty cheer for Solitudines!

Mendira smiles at Solitudines.

Mazrian says to Kethrai, "Thank you. That would have been very bad without your help."

Ruea carefully adjusts the fit of her bloodlace gown, making sure the fabric falls perfectly into place.

Ayrell says, "I would ask if there is an explanation for what he is doing here, but... I suspect I already know the answer."

Briaen smiles strangely as he cuts a swatch of flesh from Chepiso.

Mazrian gives Kethrai a wry grin.

Ayrell gazes up at the sky.

Kethrai pants.

You praise Kethrai's efforts, supporting him with your approval.

Kethrai pants.

Your body is mostly dry now.

Briaen gazes at his knife.

Kethrai's features are limned in fiery rutilant light, his eyes burning with a fearsome vivacity.

Ruea smiles at Kethrai.

Harsh lets out a hearty cheer for Mazrian!

Kethrai says, "Makes up for the Ride when I did practically nothing."

Rhadyn grows healthier before your eyes!

Ruea says to Kethrai, "I prefer you on your feet darling."

Harsh lets out a hearty cheer for Kethrai!

Betlind babbles incoherently.

Harsh touches the kyanite stones on his gwethdesuan.

Briaen attaches an acid-stained steel knife with a sharply hooked tip to his upper arm.

Harsh lets out a hearty cheer for Betlind!

Betlind just hugged Harsh.

Enelne's Voice Nawain came through a finely wrought iron gate.

Harsh lets out a hearty cheer for Rhadyn!

Briaen gazes at Mendira.

Ruea asks, "Do you know that nasty little Paladin hit me?"

Nawain squints.

Ruea wrinkles her nose.

Indomitable Fortress Voranos came through a finely wrought iron gate.

You notice as a grey cat yawns.

Harsh hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Mazrian bows to Betlind.

Betlind bows to Mazrian.

Mendira nods to Briaen.

Betlind gets a gwethdesuan from inside an effervescent eddy of honey-hued light captured by a sungold frame.

Mazrian says to Betlind, "You are a woman of courage."

Kethrai says, "Who else is in need of healing..."

Nawain asks Betlind, "Who needs hurting?"

Betlind says, "Warmed 'em up for y'all."

Mazrian smiles at Betlind.

Kethrai laughs!
}}

Anuril

2024-01-24T07:45:46Z

RUSSELLC1: /* Logs */

Gaethzen

2024-01-17T23:58:58Z

RUSSELLC1: update to reflect they are no longer destroyed by wrong mana

{{RTOC}}
Gaethzen is a material that acts as a magical light sources powered by mana. You use them almost exactly as you use [[Cambrinth]] items, however instead of getting your mana back, you get light instead! A light source becomes very handy if you're going into a dark area and need to be able to see your way around.

Gaethzen items are extremely fragile. If you <tt>DROP</tt> them, they will shatter. {{com|Lower}} <tt>GROUND</tt> for a hands free light source. They are also like [[Cambrinth]] in that they become attuned to whatever magic they were first charged with. So if you as an [[Empath]] charge it with Life Magic, then give it to a [[Cleric]], who tries to charge it with Holy Magic, it will 'explode' and become temporarily disabled. Gaethzen can be [[Cambrinth Retune|retuned]], just like [[Cambrinth]], which is also how it is [[Post:Cambrinth (and Gaethzen) Updates - 01/20/2023 - 17:08|re-enabled]].

===Physical Properties===
Per GM [[Persida]]: Gaethzen is an unusual substance that holds magic very well and uses the mana inside it to cast a steady glow. Unactivated gaethzen has faint bands of color which swirl gently within the milky glass-like material. When it's activated, it glows softly, emitting a steady light.

==Using Gaethzen==
*{{com|CHARGE}} <item> <amount>: Charges your gaethzen with mana to fuel the enchantment.
:The more you charge your gaethzen, the longer the light will last, up to it's maximum capacity.
*{{com|FOCUS}} <item>: To forge a magical link to it.
*{{com|RUB}} <item>: To activate it. Rub it again to deactivate it.

When the mana fueling it is spent, your gaethzen item will simply extinguish itself.

==Items==
{{#ask:[[has item property::gaethzen]]
|?Worn in slot=Worn Location
|?Holds mana=Capacity
|?Source is=Sources
|format=table|limit=10|link=all|headers=show|searchlabel=... further results|class=sortable wikitable smwtable}}

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{{cat|Magical items,Item types,Definitions,Materials}}

Jousting

2024-01-11T23:41:25Z

RUSSELLC1: /* Mechanics of Success */

Jousting is a sport played by mounted warriors. Currently, the only form of jousting is tilting, the object of which is to unhorse one's opponent by riding toward him at high speed and striking him with a lance.

==Requirements and Equipment==

===Minimum Requirements===

All adventurers can joust provided that they have the proper training and equipment. Below is a list of the bare minimum training and equipment that are needed to joust:
*Ownership of a [[Horses|horse]]
*Knowledge of basic horsemanship (taught by any stablemaster)
*A lance (a pike or halberd)
*A shield (held in left hand)*
*Plate armor on the torso and head*

If a jouster is not wearing plate armor and holding a shield, he is likely to panic and leap off of his horse at the moment before impact.

===Recommended Equipment and Training===

'''Lance''': Blunted lances are available at some arenas. Although a regular lance can be used, you should avoid using lances that you don't want to lose. (Lances often break during jousts.) 
 
'''Armor''': Plate armor ''must'' be worn on the torso and head. Jousters should also consider wearing plate armor on the rest of their bodies. 
 
'''Tack and Barding''': Most jousters use a saddle and bridle to assist with their balance, positioning, and control over the horse. (Unless you are trained to ride bareback, you must use a saddle.) The mechanics do not require a saddle or barding, but if you want a more realistic experience, equip your horse with plate barding, and ride in a saddle. 
 
'''Additional Training''': Anyone who is at least 40th circle can learn how to joust more effectively, but the teacher must be a [[Paladin]] who is at least 50th circle. Horses can also be taught to perform better in jousts by [[Rangers]].

==Locations==

{| width=100% class="wikitable"
! width=30%|Arena
! width=30%|Location
! width=20%|Lances Sold
! width=20%|Price of Lances
|-
| [[Zoluren Royal Mews]] || [[RanikMap6|Crossing: North Turnpike]] || halberd || 62 Kronars
|-
| Paladins' Guild, Jousting Arena || [[RanikMap1e|Crossing: Paladins' Guild]] || pike and halberd || 62 Kronars
|-
| Apostle Headquarters, Jousting Arena || [[RanikMap1|Crossing: Apostle Headquarters]] || ||
|-
| Order of the Dragon Shield, Grounds || [[RanikMap31|Northeast Wilds & Zaulfung]] || pike || 150 lirums
|-
| [[Baronial Tournament Arena]] || [[RanikMap42|Therenborough]] || pike and halberd || 150 Lirums
|-
| El'Bain's Stop, Estate Holder Club, Jousting Arena || [[RanikMap41|El'Bain's Stop]] || ||
|-
| Among the Dunes || [[RanikMap98|Aesry Surlaenis'a]] || jousting lance || 100 Lirums
|-
|}

==Jousting Syntax==

To initiate the challenge, you must <tt>SIGNAL HORSE JOUST <player></tt>, and the other player will automatically be told how to respond. He has 30 seconds to agree, and if he does, the joust will begin ten seconds later. 
 
Some training fields and jousting areas include quintains to facilitate jousting practice. To use them, just <tt>GO QUINTAIN</tt> while mounted on your horse and holding your lance.

==Tournament Rules and Scoring==

Individual tournaments may vary, but in general, participants are required to use the same lances (sold at the arena), and magic is forbidden.

Tournament brackets are often divided by circle. However, this can lead to unexpected results, because most people do not train pikes or halberds as rigorously as they train their primary weapon.

'''Scoring'''

Each round is called a "pass." Participants will continue to joust until one person earns a designated number of points. The winning point total is often 5; during those tournaments, a jouster who unhorses his opponent automatically wins.

{| width=50% class="wikitable"
! width=30%|Points
! width=70%|Outcome
|-
| 5 points || opponent is unhorsed
|-
| 3 points || lance impacts opponent's head
|-
| 2 points || lance breaks on opponent's torso
|-
| 1 point || lance breaks on opponent's shield
|-
|}

In many tournaments, if one participant leaps off the horse before impact, it is scored the same as an unhorsing. Many tournament organizers are not forgiving of mistakes caused by being improperly equipped.

==Mechanics of Success==

For a GM statement on the mechanics, see: [[Post:Tuesday Tidings 183 - Jousting Updates - 08/22/2023 - 20:30|this update to the jousting mechanics.]]

Factors that players think affect success in jousting:
*Skill with [[Polearms skill|polearms]]
*Skill with [[Shield Usage skill|shields]]
*Skill with [[Armor Usage skill|plate armor]] (Since plate on torso and head is a required worn armor, just as shield and polearms are required to be held, plate armor skill has always been a paladin bonus. This has been verified since jousting began by comparing plate skills between winners who were an equal match in polearm and shield skills. As an armor primary guild, most Paladins have more plate skill, which when factored in, could push them into the next division.)
*Offensive and defensive stances (For best results, allocate 100 points each to shield block skill and offensive skill.)
*Whether the jouster has been taught to joust by a [[Paladin]]
*Whether the horse has been taught to perform in a joust by a [[Ranger]]
*[[Strength]], [[Reflex]], and [[Agility]] (not yet verified)
*[[Hindrance]] (not yet verified)
*[[Encumbrance]]/burden (not yet verified)
*Horse's gait (not yet verified)

==Participation by Empaths==

Empaths can participate in jousts without experiencing [[empathic shock]].
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{{Cat|Combat, Horses}}

Involuted Passage

2024-01-03T21:02:38Z

RUSSELLC1: real world date

==Currently==
Swirling and slightly precessing, surrounded with long whorls of pulsating dark blue light which spiral inward, the body appears to be pulling itself into a tight point. It continues to grow ever brighter as it periodically - though without any observable pattern - flashes with angry white intensity. 
And, if a [[Moon Mage]]: Though no charts or models have succeeded in modeling the body, astronomers and astrologers alike are in agreement that it is nearing the end of some kind of sequence, however, remain academically divided as to its true nature.

{{Constellation
|dstart=
|dend=
|tstart=Sunset
|tend=Sunrise
|skill=Magic, Lore
|circle=
|sls=-
|telescope=No
}}

==History==
===Original Appearance===
Only recently formed or observed in the night sky, little is known about this object. It appears as a faintly visible smudge of hollow, pale light, and seems to be jittering in place. 
And, if a [[Moon Mage]]: Hovering at the limit of your perception, the object remains an uncertainty. While guild astronomers assert that it is nothing more than the birth of a new star, their astrologer contemporaries warn of what may come.

===Developing Appearance===
Slowly developing, it remains unclear what phenomena dictates the evolution of this object. Presently it appears as streak of light whose ends are approximately 5 degrees apart, occasionally bending at various angles before straightening again over the course of several minutes. 
And, if a [[Moon Mage]]: Your prophetic senses ring oddly while observing the object, and you attempt to make sense of the pattern it creates over time. You feel that attempting to do so would lead to nothing more than frustration and a strong desire to to tear your starcharts and notes to shreds.

===Evolving Appearance===
Gradually evolving, this body appears to be traveling within our solar system. Presently it appears as arcing and bending lines, which gravitate around a black ring that is speckled with slowly shrinking blobs of hazy, dark blue. 
And, if a [[Moon Mage]]: You feel a burst of uncertainty and cannot shake the impression of a deep chill. You have the strange impression that the phenomenon is somehow avoiding the orbits of nearby planets, though there has been no recorded changes to its progression across the night sky.

===Accelerating Appearance===
Gradually evolving, this body appears to be gaining speed as it travels within our solar system. Presently it appears as a vibrating whorl of pulsating dark blue light, fringed with radiating lines which sharply arc into nearly complete, expanding, fading, rings. 
And, if a [[Moon Mage]]: You are filled with a sense of profound uncertainty, of standing at a crossroads. The phenomenon feels closer, despite remaining constant in size against the night sky, and you have the unsettling impression that it is focused on Elanthia.

===Orbiting Appearance===
Continuing to develop, this body has now achieved a synchronous orbit with Elanthia, maintaining a fixed position in the sky. A coalescing whorl of pulsating dark blue light, it appears to be growing in luminosity, shedding expanding rings of harsh light. 
And, if a [[Moon Mage]]: Based on the Nascent Unknown's progression, you feel that it is now orienting itself -- perhaps with intentionality -- and have the harrowing sensation of looking down the shaft of a notched and drawn arrow.

First spotted around May 2nd, 2023: 
It has been 445 years, 144 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer. 
It is the 4th month of Shorka the Cobra in the year of the Iron Toad. 
It is currently spring and it is evening. 
You're positive it's 7 roisaen after the Anlas of Revelfae.

First changed around May 24th/25th, 2023: 
It has been 445 years, 234 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer. 
It is the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Iron Toad. 
It is currently summer and it is early evening. 
You're positive it's 13 roisaen before the Anlas of Revelfae.

Next changed on July 8th, 2023: 
It has been 446 years, 12 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer. 
It is the 1st month of Akroeg the Ram in the year of the Emerald Dolphin. 
It is currently winter and it is evening. 
You're positive it's 1 roisan after the Anlas of Phelim's Vigil.

Next changed on August 12th, 2023: 
It has been 446 years, 152 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer. 
It is the 4th month of Shorka the Cobra in the year of the Emerald Dolphin. 
It is currently summer and it is early evening. 
You're positive it's 14 roisaen before the Anlas of Revelfae. 

Next change on September 23rd, 2023: 
It has been 446 years, 320 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer. 
It is the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine (ship) in the year of the Emerald Dolphin. 
It is currently fall and it is sunset. 
You're positive it's 3 roisaen before the Anlas of Meraud's Cloak. 

Next changed on December 9th, 2023: 
It has been 447 years, 229 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer. 
It is the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare. 
It is currently summer and it is night. 
You're positive it's 7 roisaen after the Anlas of Anduwen.

Anuril

2023-08-29T18:52:51Z

RUSSELLC1:

File:Anuril wiki.jpg

2023-08-29T18:48:27Z

RUSSELLC1: {{Simu Image}} Elven Warrior Mage Anuril. Commissioned at SimuCon 2023.

{{Simu Image}}
Elven Warrior Mage Anuril.
Commissioned at SimuCon 2023.

Anuril

2023-08-29T18:19:54Z

RUSSELLC1: /* Description */

{{PC
|name=Anuril
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Male
|guild=Warrior Mage
|instance=Prime
|toc=n
}}
===Description===

You see '''Veteran Apprentice Anuril''', Elemental Student of the Order of the Black Fox, an Elf. 
He has a triangular face, pointed ears, gold-flecked amber eyes and a straight nose. His platinum hair is long and straight, and is worn in a simple, pulled-back style held in place by a wispy chain of wyndeflowers flecked with lightning amethysts. He has pale skin and a lean build. 
He is a bit over average height for an Elf. 
He looks young. 
His left cheekbone has a tattoo of a vibrant bouquet of etlingera flowers inked in fiery pink and red hues. 
He is in good shape. 
 
He is wearing a forest green farandine mantle embroidered with silver ivy, a polished cambrinth cloak pin inlaid with a snowy alabaster unicorn, a high-necked sable-hued steelsilk tunic with silver piping, a shadesatin coat embroidered with overlapping leaves in rich forest-green, an uthamar wedding band inlaid with tiny lightning bolts formed of xenomite, an ebon-hued leather belt with a silver dragon's head buckle, a pair of tight-fitting jade-hued velvet trews and some calf-high black suede boots with silver clasps.

===Logs===
* [[Anuril/Logs/20230422_Looming_Threat|445-03-25]] (2023/04/22): A talk given at Asemath Academy on the subject of Forbidden Practices, and personal experiences with necromancy.

Item:Slightly cloudy mistglass lens

2023-08-13T03:13:53Z

RUSSELLC1:

{{Item
|noun=lens
|look=Bordered in fine platinum, the pale blue mistglass lens provides a cloudy though slightly magnified view when peered through.
|MTag=mistglass, platinum
|verby=No
|atmos=No
|wearloc=head
|type=magic
|weight=5
|appcost=19,875
|uses=60
|lsize=1
|wsize=1
|hsize=1
|enchanted=No
|rarity=incidental
|sourcetype=-
|fname=No
|rare=true
}}
The lens appears to be an enchantment for identifying certain summonable creatures. 
You should be able to activate it by peering through it at the creature. 
You think it has 60 charges remaining.
 
 
The syntax is PEER LENS AT <target>

Arthelun cabalist

2023-07-19T18:42:28Z

RUSSELLC1: /* Description */

{{Critter
|new=No
|Province=Zoluren
|City=Dirge
|MapList={{rmap|13|Dirge & NTR 13}}
|simulevel=164
|naturallevel=162
|weaponlevel=163
|defenselevel=165
|level=164
|MinCap=1100
|MaxCap=1600
|BodyType=biped
|Skinnable=no
|Has Coins=yes
|Has Gems=yes
|Has Boxes=yes
|Evil=no
|Construct=no
|Corporeal=yes
|Special=yes
|BackStabbable=yes
|Casts Spells=yes
|Stealthy=no
|Attack Range=Melee
|hasskin=No
|haspart=No
|hasbone=No
|hasorgan=No
}}
__NOTOC__
==Description==
Literal flames dance in place of his eyes and curls of smoke seep from the Rakash's fissured flesh. He moves with a sinuous grace and seems utterly at ease with the raging inferno that shrouds him. 
(can be a variety of races) 
 
You see an arthelun cabalist. 
The arthelun cabalist is in good shape. 
It is wearing a {{cloot|a|shroud of flames}}. 
It is carrying a {{cloot|w|longsword crafted from pure flame}}, a {{cloot|s|blazing shield}}. 

==In Depth==
Are stronger than [[Dragon Priest Intercessors]]. 
Casts [[Ethereal Shield]], [[Sure Footing]], [[Swirling Winds]], [[Mark of Arhat]], [[Fire Shards]], [[Air Lash]], [[Fire Ball]] 

Soft capping Parry at 1385 ranks.

==Death==
An arthelun cabalist's eyes flare one last time before snuffing out forever. The flames reluctantly withdraw from their host forming an ephemeral wisp that rapidly flees. 
The shimmering ethereal shield fades from around a charred husk. 

==Special==
An arthelun cabalist gestures summoning wisps of flame to circle the area and bring light to darkness. 
Wisps of flame suddenly dart towards you, forcing you to flee your hiding place!

Has an [[Evoke#Arthelun_Cabalist | evoke]].
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Anuril/Logs/20230422 Looming Threat

2023-04-24T07:16:02Z

RUSSELLC1:

{{Log
|date=2023-04-22
|gamedate=445-03-25
|eventname=The Looming Threat
|event_instance=DR
|pov=Anuril
|log=
You clear your throat.

You are Veteran Apprentice Anuril, Elemental Student of the Order of the Black Fox, an Elf.

You have a triangular face, pointed ears, gold-flecked amber eyes and a straight nose. Your platinum hair is long and straight, and is worn in a simple, pulled-back style held in place by a velvety black Mer'Kresh lightning rose cradled by wine jasper-dappled leaves. You have pale skin and a lean build.

You are a bit over average height for an Elf.

You are young.

A curved shard of crimson moonsilver inlaid with vengeance rubies pierces your left earlobe. The silvery-red metal casts an eerie blood-red glow over the side of your face.

Your left cheekbone has a tattoo of a vibrant bouquet of etlingera flowers inked in fiery pink and red hues.

You are in good shape.

You are wearing a firestorm damask cloak lined with ebony silk, a sigilated platinum ring, a gentleman's firestorm damask greatcoat embellished with ornate sungold epaulets, a firestorm damask vest lined with cloth-of-gold, a flax-colored seasilk shirt long gathered sleeves, an uthamar wedding band inlaid with tiny lightning bolts formed of xenomite, a gold-threaded samite sash clasped with a Gemfire ruby brooch, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a pair of fiery scarlet khaddar pants with black piping on the seams and some somber black leather boots laced with dark grey silk cords.

Betlind exclaims to you, "You got this!"

Betlind looks at you and lets out a hearty cheer on your behalf!

Betlind hugs you, and you give her a smile in return.

You grin.

You say, "Alright, let's not keep my adoring audience waiting."

Betlind exclaims, "Let's go!"

You chuckle.

Betlind beams!

>go gate

[Asemath Academy, Porte-cochere]

A flagstone pavement and a covered porte-cochere lead into the grounds of the Academy. West of you the campus opens out into a series of lovely wooded gardens with the buildings arranged in a quadrangle all around it. Students and professors stroll about, engaged in deep discussions or forming small study groups under the trees. To either side of the entrance are the administration offices and the admissions center. You also see a low bronze gate and a memorial arch.

Obvious paths: north, south, west.

Betlind followed.

You go west, leading your group.

[Asemath Academy, Eastern Walkway]

A walkway paved with crushed stone in a soft blue-green hue runs between tastefully arranged copses of trees in a large central open area. The trees show signs of Elvish life-sculpting and form harmonious groupings that display their dense foliage to perfect advantage. Here and there, groups of flowering bushes or plantings of bright blossoms lend a serene touch of color to the scene. Groups of students wander about or study quietly. You also see a sign.

Also here: Shield Maiden Betlind.

Obvious paths: north, east, south, west.

You go west, leading your group.

[Asemath Academy, Central Fountain]

Here in the center, at the very heart of the Academy, a fountain stands. Carved with cunning and skill, it represents Knowledge pouring out her wisdom to a thirsty world and the academy's founder stooping to drink deeply of her gift. Coins glitter in the pool, tossed there by superstitious students hoping for luck on an exam. Walkways lead from here in several directions to other parts of the institution. You also see some maple lumber, a maple comb, a basic runestone, some maple lumber, a maple comb, a basic runestone, a basic runestone, a basic runestone, some maple lumber, a maple comb, a basic runestone, some maple lumber, a maple comb, some maple lumber, a maple comb, a basic runestone and a basic runestone.

Also here: Shield Maiden Betlind.

Obvious paths: north, east, south, west.

You go north, leading your group.

[Asemath Academy, Northern Walkway]

This walkway leads to some of the classrooms of the Academy. Lined with sweet-scented flowers, it is a pleasant place to be almost any day of the year.

Also here: Shield Maiden Betlind, Mother Jaelia who is emanating a benevolent holy aura and Merchant King Keshko who is blurred by hazy afterimages.

Obvious paths: north, northeast, south, northwest.

You peer northwest and see ...

[Asemath Academy, Auditorium]

This hall, used for lectures and other presentations, can hold the entire student body and faculty of the Academy. Rows of benches for the students and chairs for the professors are arranged before a low platform for the speakers or guests. The room is done in polished rosewood walls enlivened with woven hangings in abstract patterns. Brass and crystal lightglobes hold candles for evening presentations. You also see a disagreeable Shadow Servant.

Also here: Mountain Lord Ezerak, Newswoman Navesi, Zaydencus, Xihlamia, War Wizard Etasia who has a stony visage, Field Medic Darkewolff, Imerald, Long Sticka Morlokk, Blood Dancer Selame who is sitting, Heart Tender Kethrai, Grey Empath Akeiro who is sitting, Philomath Miskton, Musical Enthusiast Ansara, Black Fox Lycette who is orbited by twinkling starlit galaxies, Shadow Mage Telamont who is wreathed in Katamba-black shadows, Sothios who is engulfed by a tsunami of cerulean light, Puppet Master Ezustrea who is sitting, Soul Surgeon Zynell who is crowned by a ring of glimmering stars, Ahneya, Outfitting Legend Danoryiel, Knight of Meraud Tirost, Primal Lady Zalinyar, Black Fox Xionara, Squire Eskila, Fox Kit Ysindre, Coethi, Iconn who is sitting, Vagrant Jaerk, Fearless Crobin, Transcendent Empath Leayne, Truthseeker Elurora whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light and Sonic Sonance Sonatina.

Obvious exits: out.

You nod to Jaelia.

Jaelia beams at you! What a warm feeling!

Jaelia nods.

Betlind hugs Jaelia, getting a smile in return.

Betlind smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Jaelia hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Mother Jaelia goes northwest.

You go northwest, leading your group.

[Asemath Academy, Auditorium]

This hall, used for lectures and other presentations, can hold the entire student body and faculty of the Academy. Rows of benches for the students and chairs for the professors are arranged before a low platform for the speakers or guests. The room is done in polished rosewood walls enlivened with woven hangings in abstract patterns. Brass and crystal lightglobes hold candles for evening presentations. You also see a disagreeable Shadow Servant.

Also here: Shield Maiden Betlind, Mother Jaelia who is emanating a benevolent holy aura, Mountain Lord Ezerak, Newswoman Navesi, Zaydencus, Xihlamia, War Wizard Etasia who has a stony visage, Field Medic Darkewolff, Imerald, Long Sticka Morlokk, Blood Dancer Selame who is sitting, Heart Tender Kethrai, Grey Empath Akeiro who is sitting, Philomath Miskton, Musical Enthusiast Ansara, Black Fox Lycette who is orbited by twinkling starlit galaxies, Shadow Mage Telamont who is wreathed in Katamba-black shadows, Sothios who is engulfed by a tsunami of cerulean light, Puppet Master Ezustrea who is sitting, Soul Surgeon Zynell who is crowned by a ring of glimmering stars, Ahneya, Outfitting Legend Danoryiel, Knight of Meraud Tirost, Primal Lady Zalinyar, Black Fox Xionara, Squire Eskila, Fox Kit Ysindre, Coethi, Iconn who is sitting, Vagrant Jaerk, Fearless Crobin, Transcendent Empath Leayne, Truthseeker Elurora whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light and Sonic Sonance Sonatina.

Obvious exits: out.

Sothios nods to Danoryiel.

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

Crobin hugs you.

You smile.

Ansara says, "I have corrections for your last edition."

Xionara waves to you.

Navesi says, "Good to see you all too."

Xionara bounces around happily.

Lowering her head in reverence, Betlind takes a step backward and bends into a formal bow.

Selame offers Akeiro a glass of cinnamon cider.

Navesi nods to Ansara.

Leayne smiles at you, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Akeiro accepts Selame's cinnamon cider.

Xionara hugs you.

Elurora hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Ears tilted forward, Selame curls her tail around Akeiro's waist loosely.

Navesi asks Ansara, "Mind talking to me after?"

Akeiro trills softly at Selame.

Elurora waves to you.

Leayne hugs you.

You say, "Hello, everyone."

Betlind hugs Elurora, getting a smile in return.

Etasia smiles at you, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Akeiro takes a bite of the bananas.

Xihlamia stops listening to Crobin.

Kethrai places his hands on your shoulders and directs a fond, rumbling purr in your direction as he presses his forehead against your own.

Tirost smiles at Betlind.

Sonatina hugs you.

Jaelia beams at you! What a warm feeling!

Akeiro waves to you.

Betlind smiles at Elurora, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Ansara says, "Thats acceptable."

Sonatina hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Morlokk nods to you.

Akeiro waves to Betlind.

Betlind hugs Sonatina, who wraps her arms around Betlind with a warm smile.

Ezustrea waves to you.

Ansara nods to Navesi.

Akeiro takes a bite of the bananas.

Ezerak doffs his top hat.

Betlind beams at Akeiro!

Leayne softly says, "Hello."

Betlind just hugged Akeiro.

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Sonatina just hugged Navesi.

Akeiro hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Xionara chuckles at Ansara.

Elurora grins at Betlind.

Navesi hugs Sonatina, who wraps her arms around Navesi with a warm smile.

Ezerak hugs Navesi, who wraps her arms around Ezerak with a warm smile.

Ezerak shakes Miskton's hand.

Betlind snickers at Elurora.

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Navesi hugs Ezerak, getting a smile in return.

Betlind nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.

(Anuril moves over to the front of the hall, flanked by Betlind.)

Miskton nods politely to Ezerak.

Kethrai hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Betlind comes and stands near you.

Eskila moves into position to cover Kethrai from harm.

Kethrai coughs.

Crobin hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Etasia says, "Coffee yes please."

Etasia smiles at Darkewolff, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Darkewolff offers Etasia some Kygar's roast coffee.

Leayne smiles at Betlind, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Darkewolff smiles at Etasia.

Xionara perks her ears up happily as she gazes at Betlind.

Etasia accepts Darkewolff's roast coffee.

Crobin waves to Darkewolff.

Betlind loosens the straps securing her majestic aegis and removes it.

Betlind draws forth an elegant haledroth tachi with a silversteel butterfly tsuba.

Betlind traces a complex glyph in the space above her right arm.

Darkewolff waves to Crobin.

Salvitoriel just arrived.

Darkewolff smiles at Crobin.

Zynell leans back against Sothios with a loving smile.

Ears tilted forward, Zynell curls her tail around Telamont's waist loosely.

Crobin waves to Salvitoriel.

Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Betlind.

You loudly say, "Hello, thank you all for attending this talk. Please make yourselves comfortable while I go over a few administrative items."

Leayne smiles at Salvitoriel, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Etasia smiles at Ezustrea, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Akeiro asks Betlind, "Expecting trouble?"

Ezustrea smiles at Etasia.

A soft silver glow briefly envelops Betlind's haledroth tachi.

You smile at Tirost.

Etasia nods to Darkewolff.

Leayne wraps her arms lovingly around Crobin, snuggling close.

Zynell observes you with fascination.

Tirost smiles.

Akeiro takes a bite of the bananas.

Betlind says to Akeiro, "Be a poor Paladin if I weren't."

Darkewolff waves to Zynell.

Darkewolff waves to Telamont.

Warder Meganlique just arrived.

You clear your throat.

Zynell grins at Darkewolff.

Ezerak shakes Darkewolff's hand.

Akeiro grins at Betlind.

Darkewolff nods politely to Miskton.

Elurora chuckles at Betlind.

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Etasia waves to Ezerak.

Meganlique angles her ears forward in curiosity.

Darkewolff smiles at Sothios.

You beam!

Kethrai gazes thoughtfully at you.

Meganlique studies the faces around her.

Aratasa just arrived.

Ezerak waves to Etasia.

Darkewolff nods politely to Ezerak.

Ezustrea smiles at Aratasa.

Danoryiel waves to Meganlique.

Darkewolff smiles at Meganlique.

Elurora gives Ezerak a slight curtsy, barely more than a quick bob.

Exile's Bane Eonon just arrived.

Meganlique stands near Xionara.

Aratasa waves to Ezustrea.

Elurora grins at Ezerak.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

Meganlique waves to Danoryiel.

Eonon grins.

Meganlique waves to Darkewolff.

Miskton nods politely to Darkewolff.

Selame takes a bite of the tart.

Meganlique moves over to guard Xionara.

You say, "It's lovely to see so many familiar faces."

Darkewolff waves to Meganlique.

Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Selame.

Aratasa bows to you.

Selame nods to Akeiro.

You nod to Aratasa.

Elurora gazes hopefully at Ahneya.

Aratasa takes a seat.

Sonatina studies the faces around her.

Sfarns del Dzive Nawain just arrived.

Akeiro hums happily to himself.

Elurora waves to Nawain.

Akeiro waves to Nawain.

Betlind moves over to guard you.

Etasia smiles at Tirost, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Nawain waves to Akeiro.

Nawain waves to Elurora.

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Nawain beams!

Ears tilted forward, Selame curls her tail around Akeiro's waist loosely.

Leayne smiles at Nawain, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Etasia smiles at Nawain, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Darkewolff rests his hand on Etasia's arm with a soft smile.

Eonon smiles at Betlind.

Crobin waves to Nawain.

Morlokk pats Salvitoriel on the back.

Tirost smiles at Etasia.

Nawain waves to Leayne.

Akeiro takes a bite of the bananas.

Nawain beams at Etasia!

Crobin waves to Morlokk.

Nawain waves to Crobin.

Darkewolff smiles.

Meganlique whispers something to Xionara.

Etasia beams at Nawain!

Selame hugs Salvitoriel, getting a smile in return.

Betlind smiles at Eonon, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Salvitoriel grins at Morlokk.

You get an odd feeling that someone is watching you. It quickly passes.

Etasia just hugged Nawain.

Akeiro puts his cider in his entangling brambles.

Xionara studies the ground for a moment.

Akeiro stands up.

Grey Empath Akeiro drifts out.

Morlokk nods politely to Crobin.

Nawain hugs Etasia, who wraps her arms around Nawain with a warm smile.

Salvitoriel smiles at Selame.

Morlokk slowly asks, "Found that treasure yet?"

Crobin waves to Navesi.

You gravely say, "First of all, my Halipa Mazrian could not be with us today, but my, and I'm sure many of our, thoughts are with him at this time."

Morlokk grins at Salvitoriel.

You nod.

Xionara nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Zynell nods in agreement.

Selame takes a bite of the tart.

Elurora nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Kethrai nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Grey Empath Akeiro just arrived.

Etasia nods in agreement.

Leayne nods.

Akeiro chuckles.

Akeiro takes a seat near Selame.

Salvitoriel quietly says to Morlokk, "Haven'a been back after it no."

Meganlique trills softly at you.

Darkewolff nods.

Selame leans over and scratches Akeiro's back.

Etasia sits down on the comfortable chair.

Vice-Speaker Levinas just arrived.

Levinas waves.

Akeiro makes a rumbling noise of contentment in Selame's direction.

Xionara bounces around happily.

Morlokk nods at Salvitoriel, obviously agreeing with his views.

Xionara hugs Levinas, who wraps his arms around Xionara with a warm smile.

Leayne smiles at Levinas, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

You loudly say, "Alright, let's get to it."

Xionara's ears perk up happily.

Morlokk slowly says, "Well have to remedy that soon."

Levinas just hugged Xionara.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

You say, "I am Anuril, a member of the warrior mage guild, and the subject today will be Forbidden Practices. If you're looking for History of the Seven Star Empire 400-240BL, that is next door."

Selame takes a bite of the tart.

Levinas hugs Leayne, who wraps her arms around Levinas with a warm smile.

Levinas hugs Lycette, who wraps her arms around Levinas with a warm smile.

Tirost chuckles.

Elurora starts chortling at you!

Morlokk rubs Iconn in a friendly manner.

You smile.

Jaelia grins at you.

(Levinas hugs everyone)

Selame takes a bite of the tart.

Leayne smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Darkewolff sits down on the comfortable chair.

Levinas shakes your hand.

Selame gets a glass of cinnamon cider from inside her thigh bag.

Tirost smiles at Betlind.

Morlokk rubs Iconn in a friendly manner.

Ezerak says, "Oh, I should go to that, it's the last credits I need to finally graduate."

Ezerak appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You grin at Ezerak.

Selame chortles softly at some secret joke.

Elurora giggles at Ezerak.

Selame takes a bite of the tart.

You say, "If you have any comments, questions, suggestions, or corrections I would ask you to hold them until the conclusion of the talk. There will be a reception just outside, by the fountain, and I look forward to any discussion you wish to have."

Selame takes a sip of her cider.

Morlokk grins at Xionara.

Leayne leans on Crobin.

Darkewolff whispers something to Etasia.

Xionara winks.

Lycette gives Levinas a smooch.

Etasia whispers something to Darkewolff.

Crobin snuggles up to Leayne.

You ponder.

Selame takes a sip of her cider.

Aratasa nods.

You carefully say, "I would like to thank Asemath Academy for granting me the use of this hall, and apologize that I was not able to deliver my full remarks to them for review ahead of time. Any views or opinions expressed are my own and do not reflect the position of the Academy or its Board."

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

Selame takes a bite of the tart.

Jaelia applauds.

You say, "I would also like to extend my thanks to Navesi, and the First Land Herald for providing a chronicle of recent events that I could refer to in order to learn about things that occurred elsewhere in the world before I joined the guild."

Lycette smiles brightly, exuding confidence and charm.

Morlokk nods at Xionara, obviously agreeing with her views.

You nod to Navesi.

Navesi smiles at you.

Selame leans on Akeiro.

Xionara looks at Navesi and applauds!

Navesi bows her head in acknowledgement.

Etasia dimples at Eskila.

Kethrai praises Navesi.

Miskton takes a sip of his ale.

Raising her mocha milkshake to Navesi, Jaelia gives her a toast.

Elurora looks at Navesi and applauds!

Meganlique nods to Navesi.

Navesi says, "Might I mention that Shaylynne took the lead on that article."

Raising his Reserve ale to Levinas, Miskton gives him a toast.

Xionara beams at Morlokk!

Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.

Levinas grins at Miskton.

Levinas nods.

Levinas nods politely.

Sonatina takes a sip of her Schnapps.

You exclaim to Navesi, "So noted!"

Selame grins at Akeiro.

Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.

You say, "As this subject is a delicate one and covers activities that provoke strong emotional reactions, are illegal in many jurisdictions, are forbidden by the inqusition, etc., I have retained the services of body guards. Please obey their directions in case of any disturbance and, for your own safety, take note of the nearest exit."

Navesi nods to Tirost.

Elurora glances at Betlind.

Elurora appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Betlind points out.

You nod to Betlind.

You praise Betlind.

Jaelia nods to Betlind.

Crobin smiles.

Xionara ponders.

Ahneya smiles at Elurora.

Crobin says, "Promises to be fun if bodyguards are needed."

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Tirost nods to Navesi.

Elurora chuckles at Ahneya.

You grin at Crobin.

Akeiro scoots over a little closer to Selame.

Kethrai whispers something to Betlind.

Crobin hugs Selame, who wraps her arms around Crobin with a warm smile.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Leayne giggles at Crobin.

You ponder.

Betlind blinks at Kethrai.

Crobin smiles at Betlind.

Betlind nods to Kethrai.

(Coethi shifts uncomfortably.)

Meganlique nods to Xionara.

You say, "First, a definition of terms and clarification. I realize that the term 'forbidden practices' is somewhat broad, and for the purpose of this talk I will not be covering certain practices that are unique to the Empath guild, as I have little experience in that arena."

Betlind adjusts her half plate into place.

Sonatina takes a sip of her Schnapps.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.

Ears tilted forward, Selame curls her tail around Akeiro's waist loosely.

Kethrai clears his throat.

Jaelia whispers something to Coethi.

Kethrai nods.

You say, "Instead, I will mainly be focusing my attentions on those practices related to spell casting that have been designated illegal, forbidden, or are directly punished by the Immortals. In laymans terms: sorcery, witchcraft, necromancy and the like."

Coethi nods to Jaelia.

Aratasa nods.

Levinas nods.

Elurora nods to you.

Jaelia nods to Coethi.

Akeiro quietly says to Selame, "The good stuff."

Akeiro nods to Selame.

Crobin frowns.

Dreadnaught Imroth just arrived.

Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.

Crobin chuckles.

Leayne peers quizzically at Crobin.

Selame winks at Akeiro.

Imroth casually observes the area.

You say, "I am no expert in this field, rest assured, but I have had certain experiences during my life and career that I will use to frame this discussion. The primary experience, the catalyst for this talk, if you will, being the assault on Basalt Isle that took place six years ago, in 439."

You gaze off into the distance blankly.

Leayne nods to Crobin.

Tirost takes a sip of his ale.

You nod.

Xionara gazes at you.

Leayne nods to you.

You hesitantly say, "But first, let me discuss my life prior to that moment in time."

Eonon grins at you.

You give Eonon a slight nod.

Shadow's Touch Alanarue just arrived.

Crobin hugs Alanarue, getting a smile in return.

Salvitoriel smiles at Alanarue.

Alanarue hugs Crobin, who wraps his arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.

Alanarue dimples at Salvitoriel.

Leayne hugs Alanarue, who wraps her arms around Leayne with a warm smile.

Akeiro wraps his arms around Alanarue, giving Alanarue a great big bear hug!

Alanarue hugs Leayne, who wraps her arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.

Xionara waves to Alanarue.

Alanarue hugs Akeiro, who wraps his arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.

Alanarue waves to Xionara.

Kethrai angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at you.

Lycette hugs Alanarue, who wraps her arms around Lycette with a warm smile.

Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.

Morlokk nods to Alanarue.

Alanarue hugs Lycette, who wraps her arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.

Selame hugs Alanarue, getting a smile in return.

You say, "I am a river elf. I grew up living near Ilaya Taipa, among fisherfolk. My primary exposure to the concept of sorcery was via stories and tales meant to frighten, caution, or even thrill the audience."

Lycette smiles brightly, exuding confidence and charm.

Alanarue smiles at Morlokk, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

You smile.

Alanarue hugs Selame, who wraps her arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.

Alanarue hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Betlind hugs Alanarue, who wraps her arms around Betlind with a warm smile.

Alanarue just hugged Eskila.

Alanarue nods to Kethrai.

Kethrai hugs Alanarue, getting a smile in return.

Alanarue hugs Kethrai, who wraps his arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.

Etasia smiles at Alanarue, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Alanarue hugs Etasia, who wraps her arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.

You dryly say, "You can imagine that the Bone Elves, who split from our cousins the Mountain Elves some three thousand years ago featured prominently in these tales as villains, schemers, infiltrators. Reclusive, antagonistic, mysterious, practitioners of dark arts."

Etasia hugs Alanarue, who wraps her arms around Etasia with a warm smile.

Levinas nods to you.

Elurora chews on her lip, looking deep in concentration.

Zynell grins.

Selame trills softly at Akeiro.

You darkly say, "Do your chores... don't be late getting home... be careful around strangers... or the Bone Elves will get you."

Alanarue grins at Etasia, her dimples flashing into view.

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Kethrai giggles.

Morlokk nods at Jaelia, obviously agreeing with her views.

Elurora blinks at you.

You make a grunting noise.

You nod to Elurora.

Etasia ponders.

Etasia shrugs.

You say, "Nearby is Leth Deriel, the big city to my young mind. Just outside its walls is the Forest of Night. Created almost a thousand years ago by the mage Sithsia, who some call witch, and who may still reside there. Another spectre lurking in the dark to menace a young elf thinking of disobeying their parents."

Crobin flicks one ear back as though listening for something.

Favored Desimone just arrived.

You quietly say, "I would not learn about her role in Farn's Company or the Zaulfung stones until after I joined the guild. To me she was just a monster, to be feared and avoided."

Snow Herald Larasa just arrived.

You ponder.

You take in a great breath of air.

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

Selame takes a sip of her cider.

You softly say, "More recently... and I know some here likely have firsthand knowledge of these events... Lyras."

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

Kethrai frowns.

Levinas gives a slight nod.

Miskton takes a sip of his ale.

Alanarue ponders.

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Salvitoriel observes you with fascination.

Crobin scratches one ear, looking bemused.

You slowly say, "The Rakash and Prydaen, driven from their home. The Great Barrier that contained the threat for a time, its failure, and the ultimate battle, just a few years before my birth, that ended with the destruction of Lyras."

Tirost grins at Etasia.

Crobin's ears droop for a moment.

You nod.

Leayne rubs Crobin gently, massaging his muscles.

Etasia smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Kethrai leans on Crobin.

Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.

You sigh.

(Crobin butts his head against Kethrai lightly)

You smile.

You say, "I grew up in a world reeling from this conflict. It did not directly affect me. I was able to grow up peacefully, attend university, and ultimately join the warrior mage guild in 438. But these events shaped my perceptions of sorcery and its practitioners."

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.

Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.

Morlokk tilts his head, clearly curious about something.

Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.

Selame takes a sip of her cider.

Sonatina leans on Eskila.

You say, "Unbeknownst to me, events that had been set in motion 8 years before I joined would ultimately lead to the assault on Basalt Isle. An assault that I, and many of us here today, would participate in."

Sonatina takes a sip of her Schnapps.

Alanarue takes a bite of the pastry.

Leayne nods.

Zynell flicks her ears back in obvious annoyance.

Iconn casually observes the area.

Akeiro takes a bite of the chocolate.

You nibble on your lip.

You say, "An earlier fight against a demon, known as Maelshyve, in 430 had been wildly successful and resulted in its death, but not without cost. Necromancers were present at this battle and fought on both sides of the conflict. One of those who opposed the demon survived and, although badly wounded physically and mentally, was recovered by the Temple in the aftermath and nursed back to health."

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.

You nod.

Elurora tilts her head, clearly curious about something.

Tirost gets a quiet, peaceful look on his face.

Kethrai's ears droop for a moment.

Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.

Imroth takes a sip of his Schnapps.

Crobin lays his ears back in alarm, gazing around warily.

You say, "This former necromancer took the name Zauldin, and contributed knowledge to the Temple that was ultimately used to construct a weapon that it was hoped would be sufficient to destroy the lich who resided on Basalt Isle."

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Levinas takes a sip of his tequila.

Nawain frowns.

Jaelia takes a sip of her milkshake.

Selame nods to Akeiro.

You reluctantly say, "There were, of course, political motivations that went into this objective, but there was also the possibility that an ever-present threat could be eliminated before it turned into another Lyras."

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Sonatina takes a sip of her Schnapps.

You gesture.

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Zynell chortles softly at some secret joke.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Nawain makes a grunting noise.

You say, "Years of preparation and planning went into this operation, and in 437 Zoluren pledged its aid along with other provinces."

Crobin grumbles.

You ask, "Remember how I said that I joined the guild in 438?"

You grin.

Selame nods at Akeiro, obviously agreeing with his views.

Nawain grins at you.

Selame takes a sip of her cider.

Levinas nods.

Etasia nods to you.

Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.

Ahneya says, "No."

Kethrai quietly says, "Excellent timing."

Elurora just nudged Ahneya.

You smile at Kethrai.

Ahneya smiles at Elurora.

You strongly say, "So there I was in 439, a newly minted warrior mage with barely a year under my belt, and the final call went out. Of course I joined, I had little experience with such foes but I knew the stakes. I had grown up hearing tales of what these beings were capable of if left unchecked, and undead forces had been harrying the mainland cities in the final months. I had fought them on the streets of the capital cities, and had taken their measure. How bad could it be? Look at the forces we had arrayed."

You gaze off into the distance blankly.

You strike a heroic pose.

You wink.

Nawain winces.

Darkewolff smiles.

You dismally say, "It was bad."

Leayne nods.

Ezerak nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Miskton takes a sip of his ale.

Coethi frowns.

You sigh.

Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.

Etasia smiles at Miskton, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Grinning, Morlokk pulls a swig from a jug of Deep Darkness moonshine.

You say, "The beach was awash in undead abominations. We secured an altar so that the favor of the immortals could be used to our advantage in the battle. A list of names and descriptions of known necromancers had been circulated at the final briefing, but I did not personally encounter any of them. Their minions were thick as flies though, and guarded the approach to barriers made of flesh and bone."

(Betlind's gaze sweeps slowly and steadily over the attendants, otherwise motionless by the elf's side.)

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Sonatina takes a sip of her Schnapps.

You nod to Zynell.

Xionara takes a sip of her Schnapps.

Alanarue takes a bite of the pastry.

Tirost nods.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

Ezerak quietly says, "I can still smell the beach that day."

Zynell raises an eyebrow in your direction.

You say, "I see Zynell in the crowd, who was instrumental that day."

Sothios says, "I was there as well."

Zynell says, "Begrudgingly."

Leayne nods to you.

Ezerak nods at Tirost, obviously agreeing with his views.

Levinas calmly says to Sothios, "Nobody saw you."

You nod to Zynell.

Aratasa chuckles.

Crobin chuckles.

You ponder.

Sothios says, "They did when i stabbed em."

You say, "We pressed the onslaught, and during our advance many of us were somehow abducted metaphysically; transported from the battlefield to unrecognizable, otherworldly locations. It is likely that the planar boundary had become thin enough during the battle that the patrons of these necromancers were able to directly influence events."

Sothios winks at Leayne.

Levinas begins chortling at Sothios.

Etasia grins at Sothios, her dimples flashing into view.

You gaze upward.

Kethrai shudders.

Leayne grins at Sothios, her dimples flashing into view.

Darkewolff smiles at Sothios.

Sothios says, "But i didnt fight fer "team good."

Sothios shrugs.

You distantly say, "I recall experiencing a sensation of extreme hunger, and then ash and cinders billowed around me and I found myself in a blasted wasteland."

You frown.

You quietly say, "This was my first direct encounter with the demonic."

Nawain shudders.

You blink.

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Etasia raises an eyebrow in your direction.

Levinas guzzles down some of his tequila and then smacks his lips and wipes them with his sleeve.

Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at you.

You say, "It seemed as if a firestorm had raged over this terrain. There seemed to be the charred remains of tree, but the ground was parched, cracked, sundered. There were remnants of civilization, an overturned wagon its wheels rusted away. I could hear thunder, but there was nothing in the sky, neither clouds nor stars."

Aratasa coils his tail, looping it loosely around his waist.

You say to Miskton, "When I was preparing for this talk... I was reminded of some recent vision..."

Ezustrea chuckles.

You frown.

Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.

Miskton strokes his beard in thoughtful contemplation.

You shake your head.

Morlokk grins at Jaelia.

You say, "Let it not be so."

Ezustrea grins at Sothios.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Nawain frowns at you.

Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.

Alanarue leans on Salvitoriel.

Desimone takes a sip of her milkshake.

You say, "In this place I had been taken to there was a presence, diffuse and amorphous though it be I had the impression of a name. I shall not speak it, but I felt I was within this entity's domain."

Salvitoriel grins at Alanarue.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

You say, "Everything here was ruin, destruction, death. I felt that this would be our fate if this entity was allowed to prevail."

Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.

Sothios smirks.

Ezustrea stands up.

Puppet Master Ezustrea glides out.

Imroth takes a sip of his Schnapps.

You say, "I ultimately managed to escape from that realm by refuting it, and focusing on nurturing the possibility of life. That was somehow anathema to the ruler of that place, and I found myself back on the battlefield."

Selame leans over and scratches Akeiro's back.

Selame takes a sip of her cider.

Outfitting Legend Danoryiel strides out.

Tirost takes a sip of his ale.

Darkewolff smiles quietly to himself.

You say, "We ultimately claimed much of the island, and the lich was obliged to face us directly. In so doing he called upon his allies, the demons, and created a tear in reality so that they could enter. Those of us who were there that day saw their nature and where they hail from."

Miskton takes a sip of his ale.

Tirost shifts his weight.

Leayne shivers.

You frown.

Elurora gazes thoughtfully at you.

A pained expression crosses Kethrai's face.

You pat Kethrai on the back.

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Aratasa ponders.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

Darkewolff leans on Etasia.

Etasia dimples at Darkewolff.

You firmly say, "Our ally Zauldin was lost to us, but our paladins were able to make use of the divine weapon we had brought, the Sanyu Aes, in order to repair the rend in reality and refute the lich, crushing him and driving him back to his sanctum. Although mighty, the blow was no sufficient to end him and we were obliged to withdraw as we could no longer prosecute the fight that day."

Darkewolff smiles at Etasia.

Aratasa nods to you.

Betlind gives a slight nod.

You bow to Betlind.

Ezerak gives a slight nod.

Sothios nods to Zynell.

You bow to Eskila.

You wearily say, "In the aftermath of that battle, many of us were left staggered, shocked by what we had seen. It took us weeks to get our bearings again, and return to some semblance of normalcy, but what we had seen on that day haunted some of us."

Leayne nods to you.

Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.

Kethrai gazes off into the distance.

Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.

You wryly say, "I resolved, at the time unknowning of the irony of this, to perform my own investigations of this Undying Threat, to determine the true nature of the foe and what could be done to prevent what I had seen glimpses of from ever coming to pass."

You frown and shake your head in exasperation, resting your face in the palm of your hand.

Lord of Elamiri Gridaksma just arrived.

Zynell perks her ears up happily as she gazes at Gridaksma.

Sothios smirks.

Nawain gazes at you.

Elurora gives Gridaksma a slight curtsy, barely more than a quick bob.

Selame takes a sip of her cider.

Imroth takes a sip of his Schnapps.

Gridaksma whispers something to Elurora.

Jaerk just left.

You say, "Here I will pause to make a distinction about sorcery. I will define two practices: one is a spell caster manipulating a mana type that is not their native mana using a spell pattern that is designed for that mana type. This I will call low sorcery."

Levinas nods.

Gridaksma grins at Elurora.

You say, "The second practice is a spell caster manipulating multiple types of mana, blending them, making use of a spell pattern that is designed for this combination of courses. This I will call high sorcery."

Desimone takes a sip of her milkshake.

Miskton takes a sip of his ale.

You quietly say to Crobin, "Hang on, the finger waggling part will be over soon."

You pat Crobin on the back.

Crobin chuckles.

Tirost chuckles.

Selame waggles her fingers mystically at Crobin. How nice.

You say, "As an example, making use of the runestones you may find or purchase from certain shops, if they are not of your native mana type, would be considered low sorcery, as the rune is helping you gather and channel these other energies."

Leayne grins, revealing her dimples.

Akeiro wraps his arms lovingly around Selame, snuggling close.

You say, "As far as examples of the other, well... let us just say that necromancy is one."

You frown.

Crobin angles his ears forward in curiosity.

Nawain squints.

Alanarue nods.

Zynell holds up her hand and tilts it side to side in a so-so gesture.

Ears tilted forward, Crobin curls his tail around Leayne's waist loosely.

You say, "During the course of my investigations, I became aware of a gathering in Ilithi, a forum, supposedly to discuss morality and other esoteric matters, but the language used had certain implications and was fraught with meanings and subtexts that led me to believe necromancers would be in attendance."

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

Levinas guzzles down some of his tequila and then smacks his lips and wipes them with his sleeve.

(Coethi tilts his head to one side.)

Leayne dimples at Crobin.

Tirost takes a sip of his ale.

You say, "As I had had very few opportunities to interact with these practitioners outside of an antagonistic setting, and the invitation was broad, I decided to attend."

Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.

Ezerak wrinkles his nose.

You cough.

You say, "Well, actually I sent a representative in my stead to the first one. And there was rather a large amount of antagonism on display there, as the location they had chosen was not amenable to their presence."

You smirk.

Elurora grins at you.

Aratasa coils his tail, looping it loosely around his waist.

Zynell rolls her eyes.

Desimone takes a sip of her milkshake.

Miskton takes a sip of his ale.

You say, "Subsequently the gatherings were relocated and I attended in person. I hoped to gain some understanding of their views, aims, goals... I suspected they would be incompatible with my own, but I held out hope."

Selame scoots over a little closer to Akeiro.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

Akeiro clutches the wool blanket to his chest, refusing to let it go!

You say, "I had considered these foes to be monolithic, united in their aims and methods, and I found them instead to be much like any group of people. Indeed, I discovered competing philosophies under the same umbrella."

Nawain frowns.

Elurora chortles softly at some secret joke.

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Tirost gazes at you.

You ponder.

Morlokk nods to you.

Etasia leans on Darkewolff.

You thoughtfully say, "Kethrai attended with me, and over the course of months we came to know these individuals better and I am struck by our ultimately differing reactions to them."

You nod to Kethrai.

Darkewolff smiles at Etasia.

Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Akeiro angles his ears forward in curiosity.

Selame leans on Akeiro.

Coethi glances at Kethrai.

You sigh.

You say, "After one particularly vivid gathering where we witnessed one of them beseeching, I have no better word for it, one of their patrons I felt I had seen enough. On the journey home Kethrai could tell something was bothering me and upon asking what it was I told him that I felt they must all be destroyed."

Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.

Akeiro takes a sip of his rum.

Nawain nods in agreement.

Nawain makes a grunting noise.

Crobin ponders.

You grimace.

Akeiro rubs Selame gently, massaging her muscles.

Eonon chuckles.

Desimone blinks.

You say, "But, his assessment was that there was still something there that could be helped."

Morlokk tilts his head, clearly curious about something.

Tirost glances at Kethrai.

Zynell gazes at you.

Elurora smiles at Kethrai.

You say, "I attribute the difference to our two guilds. My training is to react to any threat with violence, his to react to any injury with compassion."

A nervous tic starts up around Iconn's eye.

You say, "But it did stop me and make me reconsider my stance."

Leayne smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Akeiro takes a sip of his rum.

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.

Crobin nods.

You carefully say, "In the time since I have come to the conclusion that necromancers are not the disease, but rather the symptom. So often they are the result of an individual who, in extremis, turns to the only thing that will allow them to continue existing. In doing so they turn against us, against society, but I feel that it is we who have failed them."

Selame nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Aratasa squirms.

Ezerak ponders.

Leayne frowns.

Jaelia nods.

Tirost takes a sip of his ale.

Ansara observes you with fascination.

Imroth ponders.

Etasia raises an eyebrow.

You nod.

Puppet Master Ezustrea just arrived.

You say, "I am now aware that, around Zauldin's appearance some necromancers began to seek a path to return to the favor of the immortals. I have known, myself, of a handful of individuals who have recently gone down this path and rejoined us, and to me this is miraculous."

Ezustrea takes a seat.

Grinning, Morlokk pulls a swig from a jug of Deep Darkness moonshine.

Alanarue peers quizzically at you.

Elurora gives you a slight nod.

Kethrai nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Sothios smirks.

Jaelia gives you an amiable nod.

You say, "But, I have also noticed a tolerance, an acceptance, espoused by some about the practice of sorcery, and necromancy, and I feel that is the true looming threat to us all."

Zynell rubs Sothios's right hand.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

You frown.

Nawain growls ferociously!

Nawain nods.

Jaelia nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Ezustrea looks at Sothios and shrugs.

Betlind gives a slight nod.

Leayne ponders.

You say, "I know that many of us practice low sorcery, some so often that it is unremarkable to them. I know that some encourage newcomers to the guilds down this path when they are unequipped to deal with the consequences."

Sothios nods to Ezustrea.

Akeiro makes a rumbling noise of contentment in Selame's direction.

Crobin chuckles.

You shake your head.

Aratasa nods to you.

Desimone takes a sip of her milkshake.

Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.

Selame smiles quietly to herself.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

You urgently say, "So I say that we must be vigilant, we must not tolerate those who defy the immortals, and we must guard against the casual acceptance of sorcery, but we must also temper our vigilance with compassion. Any who choose to return to the embrace of the immortals must be accepted by us, and though we resist most strenuously any plans or activities by our foes we must always have a hand extended to them that they may find their way back."

Eskila pushes her spectacles up the bridge of her nose.

Gridaksma gazes off into the distance.

Betlind nods emphatically.

Salvitoriel ponders.

Akeiro pulls Selame to him in a tight hug.

Elurora whispers something to Gridaksma.

Akeiro takes a sip of his rum.

Sothios ponders.

Salvitoriel peers quizzically at you.

Crobin ponders finger waggling

You say, "I call upon the provincial governments to enact new public works projects to improve the lives of all, especially those most unfortunate among us, so that they not be disenfranchised and feel they have nowhere else to turn but to the darkness, and the void. For that is the true disease which necromancers are only a symptom of, the creation of a place where some have no home."

Leayne gives Crobin a gentle poke in the ribs.

Ezerak says, "I'll drink to that."

Raising his Howling Coyote rum to you, Ezerak gives you a toast. Cheers!

Alanarue nods to you.

Selame trills softly at Akeiro.

Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.

Jaelia gives you an emphatic nod.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.

Gridaksma whispers something to Elurora.

Iconn smirks.

Raising his Black Fox coffee to you, Kethrai gives you a toast. Cheers!

You clear your throat.

Miskton takes a sip of his rum.

You smile.

Elurora flashes a quick grin at Gridaksma.

Sothios says, "Im not sure what makes you think they want to come back, we under the eyes of the imortals are slaves to them, we require their favor, the necros are truely free."

Sothios says, "They dont need acceptance."

You grunt at Sothios.

You say, "Thank you, everyone. Please join me by the fountain now for further discussion. Just outside and then to the south."

You nod to Sothios.

Gridaksma chortles softly at some secret joke.

Eonon joins your group.

Elurora looks at you and applauds!

Mother Jaelia goes out.

Kethrai takes his rightful place beside you.

Tirost joins your group.

Nawain joins your group.

Salvitoriel ponders.

Raising his Reserve ale to you, Tirost gives you a toast. Cheers!

Ahneya goes out.

Imroth joins your group.

Lycette smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Elurora adds Gridaksma to her group.

Alanarue joins your group.

You nod to Tirost.

Truthseeker Elurora goes out, leading her group.

Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.

Levinas joins your group.

Etasia stands up.

Ezerak joins your group.

(Betlind sharply pivots to face Anuril, giving him a deep bow.)

Navesi joins your group.

Tirost smiles at Etasia.

Salvitoriel joins your group.

You smile at Betlind.

Lycette joins your group.

You hug Betlind who gives you a smile in return. A faint scent of forge fires clings to her skin.

Aratasa stands up.

Miskton joins your group.

Aratasa goes out.

Fox Kit Ysindre goes out.

Xihlamia slinks out.

Ansara joins your group.

Crobin ponders.

Darkewolff stands up.

Transcendent Empath Leayne glides out, leading her group.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

You go out, leading your group.

[Asemath Academy, Northern Walkway]

You stand on some sort of stone walkway. There are pleasantly scented flowers nearby and in the distance, you can hear a fountain splashing.

Also here: Knight of Meraud Tirost, Black Fox Lycette who is orbited by twinkling starlit galaxies, Musical Enthusiast Ansara, Philomath Miskton, Heart Tender Kethrai, Newswoman Navesi, Mountain Lord Ezerak, Shield Maiden Betlind, Salvitoriel, Exile's Bane Eonon, Sfarns del Dzive Nawain, Vice-Speaker Levinas, Dreadnaught Imroth who is shrouded in a swirling dark green and purple miasma, Shadow's Touch Alanarue, Fearless Crobin, Transcendent Empath Leayne, Fox Kit Ysindre, Aratasa and Snugglebug Hugglebug.

Obvious paths: north, northeast, south, northwest.

Favored Desimone just arrived.

Aratasa goes south.

Fox Kit Ysindre goes south.

Favored Desimone goes south.

Imroth laughs!

You go south, leading your group.

[Asemath Academy, Central Fountain]

A fountain gurgles cheerfully somewhere nearby and the scent of plants and flowers fills the night air. You stand in a large open space but you can sense the presence of buildings nearby. You also see Ozursus.

Also here: Shadow's Touch Alanarue, Dreadnaught Imroth who is shrouded in a swirling dark green and purple miasma, Vice-Speaker Levinas, Sfarns del Dzive Nawain, Exile's Bane Eonon, Salvitoriel, Shield Maiden Betlind, Mountain Lord Ezerak, Newswoman Navesi, Heart Tender Kethrai, Philomath Miskton, Musical Enthusiast Ansara, Black Fox Lycette who is orbited by twinkling starlit galaxies, Knight of Meraud Tirost, Favored Desimone, Fox Kit Ysindre, Xihlamia, Mother Jaelia who is emanating a benevolent holy aura, Lord of Elamiri Gridaksma, Truthseeker Elurora whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light and Ahneya.

Obvious paths: north, east, south, west.

You notice as a storm-grey cat with gold-flecked crystal blue eyes prances into the area.

Transcendent Empath Leayne just arrived, leading her group.

Jaelia grins at Gridaksma.

Coethi just arrived.

You nod.

Zaydencus just arrived.

You say, "Here we are."

Iconn just arrived.

Coethi joins your group.

Tirost scratches his storm-grey cat.

Iconn stumbles east.

Fox Kit Ysindre goes east.

Eonon chuckles at Nawain.

The storm-grey cat sits down.

Soul Surgeon Zynell just arrived, leading her group.

Imroth takes a sip of his rum.

Lycette pulls Levinas to her in a tight hug.

The storm-grey cat purrs, "They would not allow me into the hall."

Lycette totters off dragging an expensive looking rug behind her, rolled up haphazardly with a bizarre-looking bulge in the middle.

Bridge Completionist Xadon just arrived.

Tirost grins.

Primal Lady Zalinyar just arrived.

Ansara kisses Xadon. And she doesn't seem to want to stop.

Black Fox Xionara just arrived, leading her group.

Tirost says, "You missed a facinating talk."

You ask Sothios, "You were saying about... the views of some that we are merely pawns of the immortals?"

Xadon smirks.

Elurora chews on her lip, looking deep in concentration.

You nod to Zalinyar.

Sothios says, "I was."

Field Medic Darkewolff just arrived, leading his group.

A storm-grey cat curls up and takes a nap.

You notice as a black panther slinks into the area.

Sothios asks, "You require favor correct?"

Kethrai says, "That kind of objection might make sense when it comes to the Philosophers."

Nawain cheerfully exclaims, "Nope!"

Sothios says, "You require acceptance."

Zynell says to Sothios, "Do not forget the immortals being petulant children."

Zynell nods to Sothios.

Imerald just arrived.

Nawain says, "No one requires Favor to live."

You say, "Require is a strong word but, I benefit from the favors I have received, yes."

Etasia leans on Darkewolff.

Kethrai says, "But, I've seen that the ones who go deeper into demon worship... simply trade one set of masters for another."

Elurora slowly says to Sothios, "Maybe they don't feel the need to be accepted, but I don't see any issue with suggesting we try to solve things with a bit less violence and try to be understanding."

Ahneya asks, "The immortals pick and choose, do they not, not all are allowed more life?"

Gridaksma gets a weasel skeleton from inside his arm pouch.

Gridaksma holds his weasel skeleton to his shoulder, and it clambers up silently to a perched position.

You say to Ahneya, "Aye that is true, how they make their selection is... mysterious."

Jaelia nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Xadon says, "I require nothing but myself, and my own will."

Levinas calmly says, "Heralds."

Xadon smiles.

You give Xadon a slight nod.

Jaelia waves to Xadon.

Xadon says, "Hello Everyone."

Kethrai says, "Agalea said as much and in as many words. Called herself a priestess of her patron, and said it wasn't much different from when she was a cleric."

Ansara smirks at Xadon.

Black Fox Sonatina just arrived.

Xadon says, "Im Xadon, im the necromancer they are all warning you about."

Elurora gives Kethrai a slight nod.

Eonon laughs!

Salvitoriel laughs!

Elurora looks at Betlind, obviously trying not to grin.

Elurora covers her mouth with her hand.

Levinas calmly says, "Never heard of you."

Elurora giggles.

Gridaksma says to Xadon, "Seen better."

Xadon smiles.

Alanarue grins, revealing her dimples.

Jaelia nods at Gridaksma, obviously agreeing with his views.

Xionara twitches an ear nervously.

Xadon says, "So have i."

Etasia smiles at Xadon, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Salvitoriel nods in agreement.

Xionara lashes her tail.

Xadon winks at Gridaksma.

Crobin flicks one ear back as though listening for something.

Meganlique pats Xionara on the back.

Gridaksma slowly says, "Killed better."

You say to Xadon, "But by refuting the immortals and practicing magics they abhor, you put yourself at odds with the rest of society."

Nawain says to Xadon, "You're a Prydean. A necromantic Prydean."

Nawain observes Xadon with fascination.

Xadon says, "So have I."

Xadon nods to Gridaksma.

Xadon says, "I am."

Kethrai quietly says to Nawain, "Not as uncommon as you'd think, or hope."

Crobin nods to Kethrai.

Xadon says, "An this wasnt the life i chose."

Nawain says to Kethrai, "Still disgusting, every single time."

Xionara lays her ears back and hisses angrily.

Xadon says, "This is what i was made into."

Black Fox Sonatina slinks north.

Sfarns del Dzive Nawain rushes east.

Etasia peers quizzically at Xadon.

Leayne hugs Crobin, who wraps his arms around Leayne with a warm smile.

You ask Xadon, "Made into? What do you mean by that?"

Sothios smiles.

Xionara's ears droop for a moment.

Long Sticka Morlokk just arrived.

Xionara lays her ears back and hisses angrily.

Crobin hugs Leayne, who wraps her arms around Crobin with a warm smile.

Xionara paces back and forth.

Etasia nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Gridaksma says, "If you wish to stop necromancers from popping up, close the schools of magic."

Etasia raises an eyebrow in Xadon's direction.

You smile at Gridaksma.

Zynell grins at Gridaksma.

Gridaksma says, "Warrior, Moon and Clerical mages are the training grounds."

Imroth ponders.

Etasia frowns.

Xadon says, "I mean my parents were killed when i was young."

Zynell nods at Gridaksma, obviously agreeing with his views.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

Xadon says, "I was taken in."

You say to Gridaksma, "In the times of the clans, long before the guilds, black fire was discovered which many believe to have been a high sorcery."

(Crobin listens to the talk watching the group)

Desimone takes a bite of the cheesecake.

Gridaksma says to you, "I have never met a necromancer trained by any but those three guilds."

You say to Gridaksma, "I do not think a lack of guild practitioners will end sorcery."

Gridaksma says, "And I've met many of the great ones."

Xionara softly says to Xadon, "You sure were."

Xadon smiles at Xionara.

You nod to Xadon.

Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.

Xionara takes a sip of her Schnapps.

You say to Xadon, "I see. I am sorry to hear that. It must have been difficult for you."

Imroth takes a sip of his rum.

Tirost says, "There are certainly necromancers who never entered those guilds."

Etasia nods to Tirost.

Gridaksma asks Tirost, "Any of much value?"

Xadon says, "We arent as bad as some of you think But you havent taken the time to get to know us."

You nod to Xadon.

Gridaksma asks, "Or are they the children playing with tinders?"

Xadon says, "Of course there are the bad apples."

Grey Empath Akeiro just arrived, leading his group.

Tirost asks, "Most certainly. Do you know of Osven?"

Puppet Master Ezustrea just arrived.

Xadon says, "Just like in any other guild."

Morlokk nods at Xadon, obviously agreeing with his views.

Akeiro stands near Selame.

Gridaksma snickers.

Akeiro leans on Selame.

Ansara rubs Xadon's back.

Desimone says, "You're basically just really good at recyling. Rather commendable really."

Kethrai says, "I don't know that I've ever heard of Sidhlot having belonged to a guild."

Desimone smiles at Xadon.

Xadon says, "Your "halipa" as you call him."

Eonon grins at Desimone.

Miskton takes a sip of his rum.

Morlokk laughs at Desimone.

Xadon says, "He has a very colorful past."

You dryly say to Xadon, "So I've heard."

Jaelia says, "Gridaskma is right. The Immortals are very firm that Necromancy is their issue, not sorcery. Unless it is Sorcery that verges on that area. And even it seems it is the Heralds who care a lot more about the Sorcery that could rip at the fabrics of the world. I am sorry some of you experienced the demon lords they enslave themselves - and that is Important. But beyond those rare big events, it is the Community and our world as it is now that matters most. And the changes that are to be made are by Us - not the Rulers. And some of us have been at the end of the Inquistion without having Anything to do with Necrmoancy. The inqusition lends itself to sympathy for what is problematic."

Xadon says, "He was once not welcome in the town which he now calls home."

Xadon says, "There are bad people in all guilds."

Elurora nods at Xadon, obviously agreeing with his views.

Etasia says, "He is a brilliant mage, if i might say."

Xionara nods.

You say to Xadon, "But he has reformed himself."

Xadon says, "He is."

Alanarue takes a bite of the pastry.

Xadon nods.

Etasia nods at Xadon, obviously agreeing with his views.

Xadon says, "But you judge a whole in the acts of a few."

Desimone takes a bite of the cheesecake.

You say to Xadon, "Anyone can return to the path..."

Xadon nods to you.

Gridaksma asks Tirost, "Do you truly know Osven's past?"

Xadon asks, "Why would i want to return to an immortal when i live truely free?"

Zalinyar leans on Leayne.

Ahneya says to Jaelia, "Would you like to be a bard, I have never seen so many words spoken in one breath."

Crobin says, "Many are judged by the ways of a few."

Kethrai says, "There are bad people in all guilds. Not all guilds wield magic that by its nature -- not as a side effect, its nature -- perverts the energy of life and weakens the bounds of our plane. Nor regularly truck with those demons that live outside it and wish to see it split open and feast on its entrails."

Crobin says, "I hate to say it."

Ahneya smiles at Jaelia.

Elurora whispers something to Ahneya.

Etasia appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Xadon nods to Crobin.

Crobin says, "But many who see someone doing a bad thing, and are a part of a group."

Crobin says, "Makes for a whole group to get a bad name."

Primal Hotshot Kaeylie just arrived.

Kaeylie joins Eonon's group.

You notice as a spotted leopard slinks into the area.

Crobin says, "Something that needs to be worked on in my eyes."

Tirost says, "He was not my intimate friend, but I have seen the visions of the knot, and spoken with those who knew him."

Eonon smiles at Kaeylie.

Jaelia says to Ahneya, "I am not nearly pretty or talented enough to to be a bard."

Eonon catches Kaeylie up in a fierce embrace, swinging her around exuberantly.

Kaeylie smiles at Eonon.

Xadon says, "All I ask is , before you judge... get to know what you are judging."

Xadon nods.

Levinas calmly says, "Unfortunately, the nature of social beings."

Xadon says, "Im free to speak any time."

Zynell asks, "Have we made mention that not all follow the demonic or redemption paths? what does the tempered compassion ethics say of those?"

Kaeylie wraps her arm around Eonon's shoulder in a friendly hug.

Leayne blinks at Crobin.

Xadon says, "And we aren't all monsters."

Gridaksma chuckles at Tirost.

Zynell angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at you.

Akeiro leans over and scratches Selame's back.

Ahneya says to Jaelia, "You think to highly of them."

Gridaksma waves his hand distractedly.

Crobin angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Leayne.

Xionara softly says, "That is a possibility."

You say to Xadon, "What Kethrai says is true... your magic is inherently more dangerous to the world."

Xadon says, "Cant say one person in the room has been harmed by me."

Xadon says, "Helped maybe."

Xadon nods.

Gridaksma asks you, "Than what?"

Xionara glances at Xadon.

Selame trills softly at Akeiro.

You say to Gridaksma, "Than the recognized guilds' magics."

Imroth nods to Gridaksma.

Kaeylie snickers.

Kaeylie pets her spotted leopard.

Gridaksma says, "Warrior Mages are as big of a threat to our existance."

Xadon says, "Thats all i have to say, thanks for listening."

Alanarue says, "I feel we judge many too harshly. It seems that we should make our decisions upon the individuals and not the whole. That is my take."

You decline Xadon's offer to shake hands.

Crobin ponders.

Etasia sighs.

Levinas bows.

Jaelia nods to Alanarue.

Elurora nods to Alanarue.

Eonon grins at Kaeylie.

Eonon snuggles up to Kaeylie.

Xadon nods to Alanarue.

Kaeylie snuggles up to Eonon.

You say to Zynell, "I am aware of those who do not follow demons but do not seek redemption from the immortals, yes. I feel that they are still a danger to society and hope they will return to the immortals."

Crobin nods to Alanarue.

You nod to Xadon.

Eonon grins at Kaeylie.

Crobin says, "I have seen many people grow in the ways of what many call."

Crobin says, "Dark Magic."

Crobin says, "Or Necromancy."

Akeiro casually observes the area.

Akeiro clears his throat.

You observe Crobin with fascination.

Crobin says, "One of my youngest friends took to that direction."

Kethrai angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Crobin.

Crobin says, "He took it for a different reason then most."

Xadon says, "I feel a warmage is just as much of a danger , with your holes in the magical plaines and such."

Xadon nods to you.

Crobin says, "He was sick...and the Immortals were not able to help him."

Crobin says, "The empaths were unable to cure his body."

Crobin says, "So he found a way."

Jaelia says, "I think perhaps we expect a bit too much of our leadership. Community and helping and serving and assisting and even general kindness and understand - you don't even have to change. But it is your actions that matter. I like having less active formal Leaders. When they are more active - I did not like when the High Temple became a political position that ruled most of the Provinces and I'm a cleric."

Levinas calmly says, "I agree about warmages, but Im a biased moon mage."

Etasia ponders thoughtfully

Kaeylie snorts, loudly.

Tirost says to Xadon, "The gods seem to feel differently."

Crobin says, "A way to keep himself living to try and find a cure through the dark arts."

Selame squirms.

Morlokk shakes his head as if clearing it.

Crobin says, "I never judged him for the way he went about it."

Etasia says to Xadon, "It took more than just the war mages to create that hole."

Ears tilted forward, Selame curls her tail around Akeiro's waist loosely.

Xadon says, "Your gods, not the gods."

You say to Xadon, "The elemental planes are much closer to us than the Void, and elemental energies strengthen the boundaries of the planes as can be observed in the Zaulfun stones and the Zengmodaleth."

Crobin says, "Never did he kill another person."

Imroth nods to Crobin.

Eonon grins.

Ezerak says, "Whatabout, whatabout, whatabout. The whataboutisms are tiresome. I've known no Warrior Mages, save Lyras, that have consorted with demons."

Xadon says, "Your gods dont accept what dosent bow to them."

Xadon nods to Tirost.

Crobin says, "But he learned from the creatures he hunted, learned the ways of the body."

Kethrai nods to you.

Xadon says, "I bow to no one."

Xadon nods to Tirost.

Imroth laughs at Ezerak.

Crobin nods to Xadon.

Imroth exclaims, "That was one time!"

Gridaksma says to Ezerak, "They open and stabilize planes we should not be contacting."

Ansara squints at Xadon.

Eonon says, "Book was a war mage as I understand it."

Crobin says, "Many do not bow to people."

Eonon whistles a merry tune.

Xadon says, "Besides you Love."

Crobin says, "I was brought up a slave."

Gridaksma says, "Perhaps we haven't named their entities demons yet."

Xadon kisses Ansara. And he doesn't seem to want to stop.

Crobin says, "A house pet."

Crobin says, "I for one."

Ansara nods to Xadon.

Xadon grins.

Ansara kisses Xadon. And she doesn't seem to want to stop.

Ezerak says to Gridaksma, "But not the one that contains entities that seek to actively destroy us."

Crobin says, "Will never bow to another man."

Kethrai says to Eonon, "And a Philosopher of the Knife."

Leayne rubs Crobin gently, massaging his muscles.

Eonon nods to Kethrai.

Darkewolff chortles softly at some secret joke.

Desimone takes a sip of her milkshake.

Xadon says, "My wife, and an amazing Bardess."

Xadon gestures at Ansara.

Kethrai says, "So, one of those that, at least by their own principles, doesn't consort with demons."

Gridaksma says to Ezerak, "Apparently you missed the memo on how wrong that realm is for our types."

Ansara gives an awkward curtsy, nearly falling over!

Ezerak looks at Gridaksma and shrugs.

Xadon says, "She took the time to get to know a necro."

Xadon nods.

Morlokk slowly asks, "I know im a tog of lowly imoport, but this seems to be far more an issue of religion and what the immortals approve than high low or middle sorcery. with that i ask you this, would you rather a necromancer who deems all the gods immoral and hypocrite, or a thief devoted to damaris??"

You ponder.

Ezerak asks Gridaksma, "I saw into the Plane of Exile, did you?"

Morlokk slowly says, "Or even a paladin devoted to harawep."

Morlokk gets an aurulent wildling spider icon lambent with moonsilver from inside his war belt.

Gridaksma chuckles at Ezerak.

Morlokk just kissed an aurulent wildling spider icon lambent with moonsilver!

(Crobin stands behind Leayne still listening to the group)

Betlind grins at Morlokk, her dimples flashing into view.

Gridaksma says to Ezerak, "More than once."

Eonon says, "I think that's apples and oranges for a comparison."

Etasia leans on Darkewolff.

Leayne smiles at Crobin, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

(Crobin wraps his arms around Leayne's shoulders holding her to him)

Darkewolff smiles at Etasia.

Ezerak says, "I've also seen into the Plane of Electricity. And the Plane of Aether. Certainly not the same."

Sothios smirks.

Desimone takes a bite of the cheesecake.

Gridaksma says to Ezerak, "You understand so very little and call it safe."

Sothios says, "Im a thief devoted to Damaris."

Sothios leans on Morlokk.

Desimone says, "That's a good point. Asketi regularly murders us."

Zynell says to Morlokk, "My shadow are wonderful."

You gaze thoughtfully at Morlokk.

Levinas calmly says to Sothios, "Damaris never saw you."

Sothios asks, "You were saying?"

Kaeylie says, "I'd rather be kissed with the truth, then fed lies. At least a Necromancer, while to some may be vile. They hide not who or what they are for the convience of themseleves, no rather they do so for those mortals who choose to not understand."

Desimone says, "Who is the monster, then."

Kaeylie shrugs.

Sothios nods to Levinas.

Selame leans to her left slightly.

Sothios grins.

Morlokk slowly says, "As im a paladin devoted to harapwep."

Ezerak says to Gridaksma, "I am not saying it is safe, necessarily. Just not the same."

Alanarue stretches her arms.

Miskton says, "We'd all die in fairly short order if our plane didn't have some contact with the Elemental Planes. Lack of contact with the Spiritual Plane and Plane of Probability probably wouldn't be quite so immediately life threatening, but probably have their own complications."

Gridaksma says to Ezerak, "And each demon as they are named are not the same either."

Akeiro slowly empties his lungs.

Levinas nods at Miskton, obviously agreeing with his views.

Gridaksma says, "For that matter neither are the gods."

You say to Morlokk, "I would prefer the thief as they are not engaging in magics which have been shown to be extremely dangerous to all of society..."

Etasia smiles at Miskton, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Coethi goes west.

You nod to Miskton.

Ezerak says to Gridaksma, "It matters little. I've seen more than enough of the denizens of the Plane of Exile."

Kaeylie says, "All magics are inherintely dangerous, be it arcane, elemental or moon."

Kaeylie shrugs.

Xadon asks, "Like your fire rain?"

You nod at Ezerak, in complete agreement with his views.

Selame tries to grab Akeiro's arm, but misses by a mile.

Xadon asks, "Your chain lightning?"

Desimone takes a bite of the cheesecake.

Levinas calmly says, "We can go spell for spell, each guild their own."

Crobin says, "I find finger waggling...interesting and terrifying at the same time."

Akeiro leans on Selame.

Tirost grins at Crobin.

Leayne grins at Crobin, her dimples flashing into view.

Selame grabs Akeiro's hand and whimpers softly.

Kaeylie grins at Crobin.

Levinas calmly says, "Its trivial."

Miskton says, "Which is not to say that opening stronger connections haphazardly is a wise idea, of course. A campfire and a forest fire are not equally as useful."

Crobin winks at Tirost.

Tirost says to Crobin, "Fair assessment, my friend."

Xadon nods to Levinas.

Morlokk slowly says, "A thief using a khri to assasinate a politicians daughter to instill fear or blackmail is not of concern to society."

Crobin nods to Tirost.

Crobin says, "I mean really."

You say to Kaeylie, "But not in the same way. Comparing high sorceries to guild magics is a false equivalence."

Crobin says, "You can hurl a bolt of ligntning from out of no where."

Zalinyar quietly says to Crobin, "I felt that way about knitting when I tried it that one time."

Crobin says, "Or the Moon Mages who can travel across the planes in a matter of moments."

Ezerak nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Etasia laughs at Zalinyar.

Eonon gently kisses Kaeylie on the cheek.

Levinas calmly says, "Moments... sometimes longer though."

Etasia grins at Zalinyar, her dimples flashing into view.

Selame slowly empties her lungs.

Jaelia gestures.

Zalinyar winks at Etasia.

Kethrai asks Xadon, "I'm curious. You say you bow to no one, that includes demons?"

Eonon grins.

Akeiro takes a seat near Selame.

Xadon says, "Magic is just that, magic. Used in the wrong hands its dangerous."

Etasia appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Eonon catches Kaeylie up in a fierce embrace, swinging her around exuberantly.

Selame takes a seat near Akeiro.

Kaeylie says, "To whom, though, even the Immortals give lenicency to those whom we call Necromancers. Given freely a path to Redemtion, ,yet again and again they are harrassed, bullied and decried as foul."

Crobin nods to Xadon.

Morlokk slowly says, "Are we comparing magics or the requirement of society to bend to the immortals? Because that seems the discussion just being made inside."

Eonon grins.

Exile's Bane Eonon drifts east.

Crobin chuckles.

Salvitoriel says to you, "Well as entertaining as running in circles can be it's also rather tireing so I'm off to the cemetary to spar. It was a informative and thought provoking lecture thank you for putting it on."

Levinas calmly says, "Initially the latter but now the former."

Alanarue says, "My perspective may be in the minority here, but when it comes to sorcery.... I feel knowledge is power. If I am able to understand and dissect a 'sorcerous' spell or event, I can better prepare in defending against or protecting others from that particular brand of magic. I don't mind engaging in the practice so long as the examination is learning for the sake of the betterment of the community."

You say to Kaeylie, "Those whom the immortals have granted their favor should be accepted by all of us."

Akeiro wraps his arms lovingly around Selame, snuggling close.

You nod to Salvitoriel.

Etasia waves to Salvitoriel.

You extend your bared palms to Salvitoriel in wordless greeting. Salvitoriel places his palms over yours, completing the ritual.

Salvitoriel waves.

Selame leans over and scratches Akeiro's back.

Ahneya goes south.

Salvitoriel strides east.

Alanarue nods.

Kaeylie says, "Yet not all are, I have witnessed it myself."

Kaeylie shrugs.

You nod to Kaeylie.

Levinas nods to Alanarue.

Akeiro slowly empties his lungs.

Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.

Miskton says to you, "I would put some additional caveats there, but they aren't specific to necromancers."

Imroth says, "The path to power and knowledge has corrupted many."

You smile at Miskton.

Selame squirms.

Kaeylie says, "Tis the way of mortals, we choose to label that which we don't understand."

Levinas nods in agreement.

Crobin nods to Kaeylie.

Leayne leans on Crobin.

Crobin leans on Leayne.

Leayne nods to Crobin.

You say to Miskton, "Yes, I was speaking in the context of necromancers and our society..."

Kethrai says to Alanarue, "You and I are in a strange position when it comes to sorcery, though."

Akeiro takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Zalinyar says to Kaeylie, "And Judge."

Levinas calmly says, "Fear of the unknown is irrational, yet, here we are nonetheless."

Akeiro wraps his arms lovingly around Selame, snuggling close.

Zalinyar rolls her eyes.

Kaeylie says, "One need not agree with one's choice of guild, yet they are given by the immortals the right to make that choice."

Crobin says, "To be fair."

Kethrai says, "We have access to low sorcery, using other mana types for their own native spells. But there isn't an equivalent kind of high sorcery for us to practice."

Crobin says, "Where you are raised can also show you a different way to look into magics."

Ezerak nods at Miskton, obviously agreeing with his views.

Kaeylie says, "Who are we to question the will of the Immortals, the path the necromancer walks is that, theirs. And the Immortals have set them on it perhaps with divine intentions."

Akeiro offers Selame a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Selame kisses Akeiro on the nose.

You say to Alanarue, "You raise an interesting point, the Academy here will train you in all sorts of methods that will give you a better understanding of sorcery."

Selame accepts Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo.

Kethrai says, "Those are often the... stronger, riskier, more dangerous ones."

Jaelia says, "I appreciate Anuril opening the conversation to start. This is a long conversation and - many perspective and I'm glad to hear them all being discussed instead of us just hiding it under a rug. Things are very nuanced and multi-faceted."

Selame takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Xadon says, "We dont have high sorcery either."

You bow to Jaelia.

Xadon says, "We have our native spells."

Levinas nods in agreement.

Xadon nods to Crobin.

Gridaksma says, "It would be one thing to trust the immortals, but their mortal agents carry out their actions, and certainly don't have the best history of being right."

Levinas calmly says, "Much nuance."

Levinas nods to Jaelia.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Ezerak says to Xadon, "What you...do...is by definition High Sorcery."

Kethrai says to Xadon, "Every spell you practice is high sorcery."

Tirost guzzles down some of his ale and then smacks his lips and wipes them with his sleeve.

Zynell says, "No it is not."

Kethrai says, "You just... can't see the differences between the mana types, any more."

You ponder.

Selame offers Akeiro a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Desimone asks, "That gathering you went to Anuril, is that a regular gathering? Or could it be?"

Xadon says, "It isnt."

Akeiro accepts Selame's scarlet cigarillo.

Zynell says, "Only certain ones are truly high sorcery."

Xadon nods to Ezustrea.

Xadon nods to Ezerak.

You say to Desimone, "Sadly the one who organized it left on a journey that I am not sure they will return from."

Zynell says, "And most are otherwise low necromancy or low sorcery."

Desimone says, "Fostering communication, et cetera."

Desimone says, "Oh."

(Crobin starts to waggle his fingers but almost gets them tied in a knot)

Leayne grins at Crobin, her dimples flashing into view.

Tempest Knight Saragos just arrived.

Kaeylie snickers at Crobin.

Zalinyar grins at Crobin, her dimples flashing into view.

You say to Desimone, "That does not mean someone else won't pick up the torch, as it were."

Leayne waggles her fingers mystically at Crobin. How nice.

Elurora quietly says, "I think I need a chart to keep track of all the magic terms."

Elurora gazes up at the sky.

Tirost smiles at Saragos.

You nod to Saragos.

Tirost bows.

Ezerak says to Xadon, "I've studied enough Arcana and Magical Theory. What you do is blending multiple mana types together. It is the definition of High Sorcery."

Xihlamia wryly says, "I need a tome of charts."

Tirost asks Saragos, "Fashionably late?"

Crobin leans on Tirost.

Ezerak shakes Saragos's hand.

Alanarue says, "And..... if one truly thinks about it... if the Immortals did not intend for us to learn some patterns of magic from others, then it would not be possible at all, regardless of runes, scrolls and other magical imbuements."

Crobin nibbles on Leayne playfully.

Elurora grins at Xihlamia.

Xadon asks, "You seem to be an expert, which of my spells do you think is high sorcery?"

Tirost grins at Crobin.

Xadon peers quizzically at Ezerak.

Saragos says to Tirost, "Something like that. I came as soon as my commitments would allow."

Saragos grins crookedly.

Tirost smiles.

Etasia smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Ezerak says to Xadon, "Any of them that blend multiple mana types."

Tirost nods to Saragos.

You ask Alanarue, "They are powerful but not, I think, omnipotent?"

Morlokk slowly says, "Its no secret i have a brother i love dearly, he chose a different path than i. for our fate dealt us, he has devoted his life to harming the immortals in any way he knows how, while helping any person in any way he can. i have chosen to appease the two gods i find most terrifying and useful, harawep and eylhaar. he is struck down by the gods hands quite often and jailed in the same cities he protects during invasion. I am welcomed in every city and have walked and supped with the baron himself. I would argue were fighting and killing each other over immortals who dont care for us. Only a mood change or bad mood seperates asketi from hodierna yet we act like theres 39 immortals not 13."

Xadon says, "I use arkane mana."

Crobin laughs at Jaelia.

Xadon asks, "Have you used a wand?"

Alanarue says, "Then that means they allow for us to make our own mind up."

Xadon peers quizzically at Ezerak.

Lazy curls of smoke drift off of Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo.

Zynell says, "Most of the necromantic spells blend two mana types. which is the definition of low sorcery."

You gaze thoughtfully at Morlokk.

Xadon nods to Zynell.

Kaeylie says, "Here's what I know, lives are meant to be lives and all should live it to the best of thier ability to please thier chosen immortal, or not if that be the case. The magics one chooses to follow, or path if you will were placed here with intention. Perhapsp by human hands, perhaps by Divine."

Elurora rubs her nose.

Etasia smiles at Morlokk, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Gridaksma nods to Elurora.

Kethrai says, "There's a bit of a terminology issue too, that some sources use low sorcery to refer to cross-mana use like when adventurers use spells from a different mana type, and high sorcery to mean mixtures of mana types."

Zynell says, "Some of the more intricate ones are high sorcery."

Kethrai says, "Some sources use low sorcery to mean mixing two or fewer mana types, and high sorcery to mean mixing three."

Zynell says, "But by definition not all necromancy falls under high sorcery."

Ezerak says to Xadon, "Ah, more whataboutisms. Wands are self-activating magical devices, and require no mana input from the user."

Kaeylie says, "Perhaps."

Kaeylie coughs.

Gridaksma whispers something to Elurora.

Lazy curls of smoke drift off of Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo.

You wince.

Xadon says, "My point."

Xadon nods to Ezerak.

Tirost says to you, "I must take my leave. Thank you for speaking on this, Anuril. It was facinating."

You say to Kethrai, "Perhaps I should have chosen different terms."

Akeiro hums happily to himself.

Xadon says, "You dont even use mana."

You nod to Tirost.

Coethi just arrived.

Xadon says, "But can with devices."

Xadon nods.

Etasia smiles at Tirost, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Etasia waves to Tirost.

Saragos nods to Zynell.

Tirost says to Navesi, "Thanks for teaching. It's been good to see you."

Tirost waves to Etasia.

Zynell nods.

Ezerak says to Xadon, "On the contrary, I use mana frequently."

Navesi nods to Tirost.

Xionara's ears perk up happily.

Selame gazes thoughtfully at Akeiro.

Tirost says to Etasia, "Till our next adventure."

Xadon smiles.

Etasia grins at Tirost, her dimples flashing into view.

Tirost smiles at Betlind.

Betlind hugs Tirost, who wraps his arms around Betlind with a warm smile.

Etasia says, "Indeed."

Saragos quickly salutes Tirost by bringing two fingers to his brow.

Tirost hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Elurora looks at Gridaksma and shrugs.

Primal Hotshot Kaeylie patters east.

Betlind smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Xionara waves to Tirost.

Xadon says, "Of course you do."

A light haze of smoke wafts off Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo.

Xadon smiles.

Tirost waves to Xionara.

Tirost says to Xionara, "I will see you around, I hope."

Zynell says to you, "Would have been wise to use other terms if you had not intended to misslabel a whole guild."

You say to Xadon, "I would have to say that from what I know... which isn't much, at least some of your spells are what I called in my talk: high sorcery."

Tirost says to Kethrai, "Take care, Kethrai."

Kethrai bows to Tirost.

Crobin waves to Kethrai.

Tirost waves.

Crobin hugs Kethrai, who wraps his arms around Crobin with a warm smile.

You say to Zynell, "I defined my terms so... At least I was clear on what -I- meant."

Knight of Meraud Tirost drifts east.

Xadon says, "Any time you like."

Alanarue says, "One moment."

Xadon nods to you.

Leayne hugs Kethrai, who wraps his arms around Leayne with a warm smile.

Alanarue points east.

Shadow's Touch Alanarue sashays east.

Xadon says, "We can speak and i can demonstrate."

Xadon nods.

You give Xadon a slight nod.

Zynell says, "That is not usually what people take away when terms are otherwise used."

You say to Xadon, "Thank you for the offer, I will consider it."

Selame wraps her arms lovingly around Akeiro, snuggling close.

Xadon says, "No danger to you or anyone else of course."

Xadon nods to you.

You give a slight nod.

Crobin laughs at Jaelia.

Akeiro takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Imroth says, "Well, thank you for the discussion. It is a strange topic."

Akeiro offers Selame a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Ansara says to Navesi, "I'd like to introduce to you my husband, finisher of the Theren Bridge, and renoun necromancer."

You smile at Imroth.

Selame accepts Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo.

Ansara gestures at Xadon.

Imroth snaps to attention and hails you with a crisp hand salute.

Navesi raises an eyebrow.

Gridaksma just edged a little closer to the Void!

Xadon smiles at Navesi.

You say to Imroth, "Thank you for listening."

Xionara twitches an ear nervously.

Xadon bows to Navesi.

Navesi says, "Mm. I see."

Selame kisses Akeiro on the nose.

Xadon says, "A pleasure Ma'am."

Ansara says to Navesi, "Who everyone interviewed in your article knew about but refused to speak about or to."

Lazy curls of smoke drift off of Selame's scarlet cigarillo.

A pained expression crosses Saragos's face.

Xionara softly says, "That's curious."

Selame takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Navesi says, "I'd have to check my notes to see if a name was mentioned, but not that I recall."

Levinas signals his departure with a courteous bow, and then is simply gone -- in what direction, or by what means, you cannot say for sure.

Zalinyar asks Crobin, "Can I drink yet?"

Morlokk flails his arms about.

Zalinyar peers quizzically at Crobin.

Saragos asks Xadon, "What's your particular bent?"

Elurora quietly says, "I need to read this article."

Elurora jots down some notes.

Saragos gazes at Xadon.

Crobin nods to Zalinyar.

Etasia grins at Zalinyar, her dimples flashing into view.

Crobin says, "Of course."

Xadon shakes Saragos's hand.

Zalinyar takes a sip of her rum.

Xionara nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.

Xadon says, "Xadon."

Leayne peers quizzically at Crobin.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Xadon says, "A pleasure."

Zalinyar says to Crobin, "Thank Damaris."

Navesi says to Elurora, "It's available with the imps at present."

Crobin snuggles up to Leayne.

Ansara says to Navesi, "It is also documented in the logs that were placed in the librarys."

Dreadnaught Imroth goes east.

Zalinyar takes a sip of her rum.

Elurora nods to Navesi.

Crobin chuckles.

Elurora smiles at Navesi.

Crobin exhales softly on his sanowret crystal, and scintillating sparks of light dance across its surface.

Kethrai asks Xadon, "So, sorry, if I may ask again. You'd said you bow to no one, which I guess to include demons. This isn't just a matter of... terminology too, yeah? You don't... Exalt, follow, revere them, either?"

Miskton takes a sip of his rum.

Navesi nods.

Morlokk smiles at Ansara.

Xadon says, "I dont bow to demons either."

Morlokk smiles at Xadon.

Xadon nods to Kethrai.

Selame gazes at her cigarillo.

Navesi wryly asks Xadon, "Any particularly nefarious titles I should ascribe to you, Necromancer?"

Xadon says, "I answer to myself."

Xadon says, "And my wife."

Xadon grins at Ansara.

Kethrai says, "Interesting. I apologize for thinking otherwise of you, then."

Ansara says to Navesi, "Bridge Completionist Xadon."

Gridaksma says, "Good save."

Crobin nods to Leayne.

Xadon says, "Im not nefarious."

Selame quietly says to Xadon, "Good follow through."

Xadon looks at Navesi and shrugs.

Jaelia asks, "Autonomous Arcanist, perhaps?"

Saragos asks, "By 'what's your bent', I mean, do you consider yourself a Philosopher, or are openly doing the bidding of Demons?"

Elurora looks at Betlind, obviously trying not to grin.

Selame nods at Akeiro, obviously agreeing with his views.

Leayne nods to Crobin.

Selame fans herself.

(Coethi shifts uncomfortably and continues to watch the goings on in silence.)

Selame takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Betlind grins at Elurora, her dimples flashing into view.

Navesi nods to Ansara.

Xadon nods to Gridaksma.

Selame offers Akeiro a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Akeiro accepts Selame's scarlet cigarillo.

Xadon says, "Smart."

Akeiro takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Navesi stiffly says, "Noted."

Xadon taps his head.

Xionara paces back and forth.

Kethrai says to Xadon, "I'd heard it said once that you were an apprentice of Nefis, who himself was a follower of the Manifold."

Xadon says, "Was."

You observe Xadon with fascination.

Ezustrea just left.

Xadon says, "We have parted ways."

Miskton takes a sip of his rum.

Xionara softly says, "Nefis..."

Ansara says to Navesi, "And we are open to interviews and available for comment."

Xadon says, "My path was not his."

Kethrai nods to Xadon.

Xadon nods.

Navesi says, "Feel free to give your comment now."

Xionara paces back and forth.

Kethrai says, "I'm frankly glad to hear it."

Jaelia smiles warmly towards Coethi and makes a small gesture towards the food and drink on the picnic cloth, then a nod of acknowledgement.

Gridaksma whispers something to Elurora.

Xadon nods to Kethrai.

Ansara says, "Nefis was good with his words."

Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo goes out and crumbles away.

Jaelia offers Coethi a glass of mocha milkshake.

Xadon says, "And his work."

You nod at Kethrai, in complete agreement with his views.

Navesi asks Ansara, "Are you, too, a Necromancer?"

Jaelia offers Coethi a slice of pecan fudge brownies.

Selame rubs Akeiro gently, massaging his muscles.

Xadon says, "But it wasnt for me."

Akeiro says, "I fought him a few times."

Ansara says, "Learned a lot of prose, not so much of the rhyming though."

Navesi gets a slender oak-bound volume incised with "The First Land Herald" from inside her canvas rucksack.

Navesi gets a pristine goose feather quill from inside her black coat.

Coethi accepts Jaelia's pecan fudge brownies.

Navesi gently flattens her open volume.

Miskton nods politely.

Ansara says to Navesi, "Working on being a Bardess."

Miskton gestures.

A blinding flash of light explodes into existence! As it fades, you notice that Miskton is gone.

Leayne nods to Crobin.

Ansara says to Navesi, "I have a concert upcoming."

Morlokk shakes his head at Desimone.

Navesi gazes silently at Ansara.

Selame lets out a hearty cheer for Ansara!

Zalinyar grins at Ansara, her dimples flashing into view.

Akeiro touches Ansara on the wrist with two fingers.

Desimone nods to Morlokk.

Ansara says, "It'll be my second one."

Xadon smirks.

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

[Asemath Academy, Central Fountain]

A fountain gurgles cheerfully somewhere nearby and the scent of plants and flowers fills the night air. You stand in a large open space but you can sense the presence of buildings nearby. You also see a bright yellow plaid cloth with several things on it and a black panther that is sitting.

Also here: Coethi, Tempest Knight Saragos who has a fiery visage, Blood Dancer Selame who is sitting, Grey Empath Akeiro who is sitting, Long Sticka Morlokk, Imerald, War Wizard Etasia, Field Medic Darkewolff, Warder Meganlique, Black Fox Xionara, Primal Lady Zalinyar, Bridge Completionist Xadon whose form is orbited by an array of unblinking sanguine eyes, Shadow Mage Telamont who is wreathed in Katamba-black shadows, Sothios who is engulfed by a tsunami of cerulean light, Soul Surgeon Zynell who is crowned by a ring of glimmering stars, Zaydencus, Fearless Crobin, Transcendent Empath Leayne, Shield Maiden Betlind, Mountain Lord Ezerak, Newswoman Navesi, Heart Tender Kethrai, Musical Enthusiast Ansara, Favored Desimone, Xihlamia, Mother Jaelia who is emanating a benevolent holy aura, Lord of Elamiri Gridaksma and Truthseeker Elurora whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light.

Obvious paths: north, east, south, west.

Elurora flashes a quick grin at Gridaksma.

Ansara curtsies awkwardly to Akeiro, trying to keep her balance.

Akeiro nods to Ansara.

You softly say, "I wonder if that drink table is still in the hall..."

Gridaksma whispers something to Elurora.

Kethrai says to Ansara, "I'd heard you described as Nefis' apprentice too, actually, at the time. But also parted ways."

Kethrai angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Ansara.

Elurora giggles at Gridaksma.

Coethi says to Jaelia, "Thank you."

Navesi says to Ansara, "Well if either of you have a comment, now is the time."

Gridaksma grins at Elurora.

Jaelia says to Coethi, "It is nice to see you here. Thank you for coming out."

Ansara says to Kethrai, "You ever hear the man speak, good for working on public speaking and performing."

Jaelia smiles at Coethi.

Xadon says, "What would you like a comment about."

Xadon smiles at Navesi.

Ozursus walks quietly into the area.

Kethrai says, "I have, and I agree. Remarkably persuasive fellow."

Etasia pets her black panther.

Elurora gets a goblet of strawberry wine from inside her square lunchbox.

You accept Elurora's offer and are now holding a goblet of strawberry wine.

Gridaksma says to Navesi, "The time is always now, part of how time works."

Elurora flashes a quick grin at you.

You say to Elurora, "Bless you."

Ansara says to Xadon, "Your bridge was what had me looking for her, you were not mentioned in the article."

Betlind flashes a wide grin.

You take a sip of the wine.

Ansara nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Xadon says, "Necro's not as bad as ya think... Just ask Xadon."

Elurora quietly says to you, "Probably not your preferred, but it's all I had."

Xadon nods to Navesi.

You grin at Elurora.

Xionara flicks her ears back in obvious annoyance.

Coethi says to Jaelia, "Thank you. It's quite a lot of people here."

Zynell leans back against Sothios with a loving smile.

Navesi says, "I don't need one, but if you wish to supply one about the bridge, it will be noted. Though I never guarantee it will go into the paper. That depends on space and other editing factors."

Selame gasps at Akeiro!

Xadon says, "Oh, i placed the last stone."

You praise Coethi's efforts, supporting him with your approval.

You pat Coethi on the back.

You say to Coethi, "Good to see you again."

Navesi lightly says to Gridaksma, "Indeed. I didn't know you were one for plays on words."

Kethrai asks you, "Didn't you launch the final blow that drove Jeihrem back to his keep?"

Gridaksma says, "I think the real investigation should be why it took Therengia so long to learn how to build a bridge."

Xadon says, "I am the Bridge Completionist."

Xadon nods to Navesi.

Kethrai says to you, "Oughta get yourself a title too. Lich Slayer Anuril."

Selame begins chortling at Gridaksma.

Navesi nods to Xadon.

Xadon nods to Gridaksma.

Etasia grins at Kethrai, her dimples flashing into view.

Xionara begins chortling at Gridaksma.

Betlind begins chortling at Kethrai.

Ozursus walks out of the area, robes shuffling along the ground.

Navesi nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Crobin snuggles up to Leayne.

Morlokk slowly says, "More importantly he owns therengia."

Etasia grins at Betlind, her dimples flashing into view.

Xadon says, "Have to slay a lich fer the title."

Leayne smiles at Crobin, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Kethrai gazes up at the sky.

Leayne wraps her arms lovingly around Crobin, snuggling close.

Xadon says, "J is alive and well."

Gridaksma says to Xadon, "I've done that."

Xadon nods to Kethrai.

Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.

You say to Kethrai, "Well, yes I suppose if we're talking about who got the last hit in... it was me."

You say, "That's a bit like laying the last stone in a bridge."

You ponder.

Xadon says, "But... dont follow him either."

Ansara says to Navesi, "He withstood lots of threats and violence and it was his genius that found the perfect stone for placing."

Saragos grins at you.

Navesi sweetly asks Xadon, "How is his puddle-dom doing? Formed limbs again yet?"

Xadon says, "He didnt like when i told him that."

Ezerak says to Xadon, "I suppose if you call what he is alive."

Xadon shudders.

Saragos asks you, "Should I start calling you Lichbane?"

Navesi nods to Ansara.

You look at Saragos and sigh.

You grin.

Navesi writes something on a page in her oak-bound volume.

Navesi says to Saragos, "I like it."

Desimone takes a bite of the cheesecake.

You say to Saragos, "I won't disagree."

Kethrai asks Xadon, "Out of curiosity, are you aligned with the Philosophers? Or just... striking out on your own?"

Zalinyar says, "It would be a good name for the sword that delivered the blow."

Zalinyar nods to you.

Xadon says, "I have no alignment."

Kethrai nods to Xadon.

Ansara beams in loving admiration at Xadon!

Ansara says, "Cept to me."

You say to Zalinyar, "Oh it was one of those lava javelins, you know the ones..."

Ansara flirts with Xadon. Xadon smiles slowly, giving Ansara his full attention.

Xadon says, "Yup."

Saragos snorts, loudly.

Kethrai says, "And your wife."

Kethrai nods to Xadon.

Xadon nibbles on Ansara affectionately.

Zalinyar grins at you, her dimples flashing into view.

Xadon nods to Kethrai.

Selame smiles at Ansara.

Xadon grins.

Ansara winks at Selame.

Saragos asks Xadon, "Put it this way. You out for yourself, or are you running errands for Demons?"

Selame nods to Ansara.

Ansara says to Selame, "Gotta keep em in line ya know."

Kethrai says to you, "I do honestly miss the Forums, strange as it is to say. I learned a lot at every single one."

Xadon says, "I run errands fer my wife."

Xadon nods to Saragos.

Gridaksma says to Saragos, "You sound like Tallis talking to Khurek."

You nod at Kethrai, in complete agreement with his views.

Crobin chuckles.

Jaelia laughs!

You say to Kethrai, "It was an unparalleled resource.."

Selame grins at Ansara.

Jaelia laughs!

Xadon says, "I dont follow a "god" or a "demon."

Xadon nods to Saragos.

Kethrai says, "Somehow, when they had Cyrril to heckle, it made the other necromancers a lot more talkative."

Navesi says, "Run errands in between all the necromancy, of course."

You grin at Kethrai.

You cough.

Saragos asks Gridaksma, "Ok?"

Xadon asks, "Between my life?"

Xadon peers quizzically at Navesi.

Xadon says, "Yes."

Kethrai says, "Normally they'd be all coy and mysterious, but if they had a chance to correct Cyrril on some point of fact..."

Navesi raises an eyebrow in Kethrai's direction.

Elurora looks at Kethrai, obviously trying not to grin.

Ansara says to Xadon, "We are out of milk again."

Navesi asks, "Who's Cyrril?"

You blink at Navesi.

Jaelia says, "Listening to Tallis and Khurek speak made me ill from the start, and I imagine they would make me no less ill today."

Xadon asks, "You ever spent a Day with a Necro?"

Xadon peers quizzically at Navesi.

You say to Navesi, "The one who organized the meetings down in Ilithi that I spoke of attending, in my talk."

Navesi dryly says, "Just the one I was firing lava spears at."

You say to Navesi, "His name was Cyrril."

Saragos says, "Wasn't around to hear them speak to each other, so I couldn't say."

Xionara paces back and forth.

Xadon says, "I invite you to."

Zynell says, "Who had the worst filtering of truth i have ever seen."

Zalinyar asks Xadon, "Does it count if you didn't know they were a necromancer?"

Jaelia asks Xadon, "I would be willing, I spent enough time doing penance based on being labeled with their offenses, I can't imagine what more worse I could do?"

Zynell nods to you.

Xadon says, "Would be a great story."

Xadon nods.

Navesi says, "And a few who managed to conceal their taint long enough."

You ask Zynell, "Filtering?"

Navesi nods to you.

Xadon nods to Jaelia.

Navesi says, "I see."

Xadon says, "Any time you like."

Selame holds her hand up before her mouth and begins to cough, her shoulders shaking. Hope it's not contagious!

Jaelia nods to Xadon.

Akeiro grins at Selame.

Zynell says to you, "That one meeting he accepted any and every terrible idea thrown out to him as reasonable."

Ezerak says to Xadon, "I did. I broke his toes first, with a hammer. Seems they can't heal themselves without something dead around."

Ezerak appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Kethrai laughs!

Elurora blinks at Ezerak.

Kethrai asks Zynell, "Oh, the one about the philosophy of good and evil?"

Selame angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at Akeiro.

You say to Zynell, "Oh, hmm, I suppose he did have a very accepting attitude when he was trying to get a conversation going, that is true."

Zynell says to you, "Even if facts were explicitly against the idea."

Xadon says, "Not true."

Xadon gets a great chunk of mauler material from inside his night-black haversack.

You chuckle at Zynell.

Akeiro grins at Selame.

You nod to Zynell.

Selame laughs happily.

Xadon offers Ezerak a great chunk of mauler material.

Selame pulls Akeiro to her in a tight hug.

Zynell says to Kethrai, "That was the worst one, but it was every discussion."

Navesi grins at Ezerak.

Ezerak declines Xadon's offer.

Leayne smiles at Crobin, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Xadon smiles.

Xadon puts his material in his wyvern skull.

Kethrai says, "Yeah, it was pretty funny that there were some mutually exclusive ideas that he accepted and offered up one after the other."

Ezerak says to Xadon, "That's still a dead thing."

Xadon says, "A piece a one."

Xadon nods.

Kethrai says, "But... I guess he was trying to act more as facilitator than participant."

Navesi asks, "So what happened to this Cyrril?"

Desimone chuckles at Morlokk.

Zynell says, "It hindered learning."

Zynell nods to Kethrai.

Morlokk smiles.

Xadon says, "He was run off."

Xadon nods to Navesi.

Crobin chuckles at Leayne.

Leayne giggles at Crobin.

Zynell nods at Xadon, obviously agreeing with his views.

Selame winks at Akeiro.

Xadon says, "From people who dont understand Us."

Navesi says, "Mm."

You say to Navesi, "He told us he was going on a journey for personal resons and did not know if he would ever return. He did take us to a very interesting place though, for the last meeting..."

Zalinyar exclaims to Leayne, "I need to go let Doom out. See you two again soon!"

Zalinyar hugs Leayne, who wraps her arms around Zalinyar with a warm smile.

Ansara says to Xadon, "You could start them up again."

Zalinyar hugs Crobin, who wraps his arms around Zalinyar with a warm smile.

Morlokk nods at Desimone, obviously agreeing with her views.

Coethi takes a bite of the brownies.

Zalinyar waves.

Navesi nods to you.

Primal Lady Zalinyar strolls east.

Akeiro wraps his arms lovingly around Selame, snuggling close.

Xadon nods to Ansara.

Xadon says, "I may."

Xadon says, "All are invited."

Selame angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at Xadon.

Jaelia says, "Apologies for the Holy spells cast, they are only to keep my floaty orb friend full there is nothing I am going to d that is going to hurt anyone gathered."

Selame quietly asks Xadon, "Start what up again?"

Jaelia gestures over the shadowy orb, muttering tones of enchantment!

Xadon says, "Thats quite alright."

Navesi gazes at Jaelia.

Xadon nods to Jaelia.

Ansara says, "The necro talks."

Ansara nods to Selame.

Navesi says to Jaelia, "Don't ever apologize for honoring the Immortals."

Xadon says, "As you see , i didnt melt or die."

Leayne nods to Crobin.

Kethrai says, "I suppose they won't be called Philosopher's Forums any more."

Kethrai appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Xadon says, "Im quite ok."

Navesi gently closes a slender oak-bound volume incised with "The First Land Herald".

Jaelia says to Navesi, "I am trying to be polite to all gathered. There is time for Immortals, and time for Society, and we juggle both as clerics."

Navesi puts her volume in her black coat.

Navesi puts her quill in her black coat.

You smirk at Xadon.

Ezerak sarcastically says, "A damn shame."

Ansara asks Kethrai, "What name should we give em?"

Akeiro says to Kethrai, "I went to one of those meetings."

Xadon smiles at Ezerak.

Akeiro says, "Snacks were pretty good."

Kethrai looks at Ansara and shrugs.

Navesi says to Jaelia, "There's no need to be polite to Necromancers, certainly not at the expense of the Immortals."

Kethrai says, "Naming things is hard."

Leayne grins at Akeiro, her dimples flashing into view.

Elurora nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Crobin nods to Kethrai.

Morlokk sweeps a fine platinum chain strung with ilmenite cores and multi-faceted stormfire topaz beads off his head and in front of him in a large arc, fluidly stepping backward and bowing to Desimone at the same time.

Xadon says, "You dont have to like me."

Gridaksma glances at Elurora.

Crobin says, "I agree."

Xadon says, "Again."

Elurora flashes a wide grin at Gridaksma.

Zynell says, "There is always time to be polite."

Xadon says, "I dont require acceptace."

Zynell nods to Navesi.

Long Sticka Morlokk lurches east.

Navesi says to Zynell, "Respectfully disagree."

Selame leans over and scratches Akeiro's back.

Kethrai says, "I have a... personal anecdote, actually, on that..."

Coethi takes a bite of the brownies.

Elurora quietly says to Gridaksma, "Eskila keeps trying to get me to change Dog's name."

You observe Kethrai with fascination.

Gridaksma snickers at Elurora.

Betlind softly says, "Oh nugget..."

Etasia grins at Elurora, her dimples flashing into view.

Gridaksma says, "He seems to respond to it well enough."

Zynell says to Navesi, "Took the time to politely disagree."

Crobin nods to Leayne.

Kethrai says, "There is a necromancer, well, formerly one, who is a friend of mine."

Zynell winks at Navesi.

Zynell giggles.

Elurora nods at Gridaksma, obviously agreeing with his views.

Zynell playfully tilts her ears toward Navesi.

Navesi exclaims to Zynell, "You are not a Necromancer!"

Elurora grins at Etasia.

Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Kethrai.

Etasia grins at Elurora, her dimples flashing into view.

Zynell giggles at Navesi.

Selame peers quizzically at Kethrai.

Kethrai says, "She... struggled, quite a lot, with trying not to fall too far into the darkness, despite the demonic temptations to do so."

Xionara angles her ears forward in curiosity.

Jaelia asks Navesi, "But I'm not dishonoring the Immortals. I make no apologies for my spells, only that I am not looking to start something I am not going to finish or wanting to invite. That keeps me alive. And lines of communication open. And if lines of communication had been more open - perhaps the necromancer issue would not still be one, as minor as it seems now - 5 decades later?"

Navesi nods to Kethrai.

Elurora giggles at Etasia.

Akeiro asks Kethrai, "The one that cursed with gnomishness?"

Etasia appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Kethrai says, "I and some others, well... Tried to be compassionate with her, and forgiving, the times when she fell short."

Kethrai shakes his head at Akeiro.

Akeiro nods.

Leayne hugs Crobin, who wraps his arms around Leayne with a warm smile.

Kethrai says, "I eventually assisted her on her path back to the Immortals."

Gridaksma gazes thoughtfully at Kethrai.

Crobin snuggles up to Leayne.

Xionara angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at Kethrai.

Navesi says to Jaelia, "My advice is to keep your honor in the Immortals, and run away if you find yourself truly in danger. Not that you could be, with the Immortals to raise you again."

Leayne grins at Crobin, her dimples flashing into view.

Navesi nods to Kethrai.

Leayne wraps her arms lovingly around Crobin, snuggling close.

Jaelia grins at Navesi.

Xadon says, "Should you ever wish to not be a biggeted person, you are free to follow me around and see just how HORRIBLE a necro is."

Navesi says to Kethrai, "An honorable task."

Xadon nods.

Gridaksma says, "And neverforget the temple is not the immortals."

Zynell nods at Gridaksma, obviously agreeing with his views.

Ezerak snorts, loudly.

You ponder.

Zynell nods emphatically.

Jaelia says, "That is the wisest thing Spoken today, Thank you Gridaksma."

Zynell nods at Jaelia, obviously agreeing with her views.

Gridaksma says, "They also shouldn't let any of their inquisitors put dungeons under their bed."

Jaelia chortles softly at some secret joke.

Elurora grins at Betlind.

Xihlamia slinks east.

Leayne studies her diamond-hide almanac closely.

Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Gridaksma.

Saragos says, "Regarding communication, it's pretty simple to me. Those that call themselves Philosophers... I don't agree with, I think they're doing dangerous things, and I think they're fooling themselves if they believe they can get out clean. But the Perverse? I'm not sure what sort of conversation you can have with them. They're serving the wolves at our door, the things that, if they get their way will end it all."

Gridaksma nods to Akeiro.

Leayne nods to Crobin.

Elurora asks Xadon, "Is your offer open to anyone?"

Ezerak nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Jaelia nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Xadon nods to Elurora.

Elurora gives Xadon a slight nod.

Xadon says, "It is."

Desimone asks, "Yes, how do we sign up for 'A day with Xadon', to see what necromancers do?"

Crobin nods to Leayne.

Saragos says, "Regardless of anything else, if you like living life in a way that we understand it, helping Demons get their way is working against your own best interests. That's not religion, that's just sense."

Kethrai says, "Sorry, lost my train of thought. I guess, my point being."

Xadon says, "Just ask."

Leayne waves.

Xadon smiles.

Leayne softly says, "Be well all."

Jaelia beams at Leayne!

Jaelia waves to Leayne.

Betlind bows to Leayne.

Etasia nods to Leayne.

Zynell says to Saragos, "Plenty of conversation to be had, they are quite interesting and have pretty solid grasps on topics i find most anyone else lacking in."

Imerald wanders east.

Kethrai says, "Compassion and... politeness, even. May be worth offering."

Elurora nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Darkewolff nods to Leayne.

Kethrai says, "Even if you aren't sure the person ever really can come back from that dark place."

Darkewolff nods to Crobin.

Xadon nods to Kethrai.

Xadon says, "Always."

Transcendent Empath Leayne glides east, leading her group.

Gridaksma asks Saragos, "And if the temple asks you to further the necromantic cause in their name? Are you still evil?"

Xadon says, "As i have been polite to those here who dipise me because of my guild."

Akeiro nods to Selame.

Zynell says to Saragos, "My theurgy studies are vastly improved by conversations with the profane actually."

Xadon says, "But have never taken the time to speak to me."

Xadon nods to Kethrai.

Navesi says to Kethrai, "I support anyone who seeks redemption from the Immortals."

Selame stands up.

Selame dusts herself off.

Selame gazes down at the ground.

Akeiro grins at Selame.

Akeiro chuckles.

Xadon says, "So you support slavery."

Xadon nods.

Akeiro waves.

Etasia waves to Akeiro.

Xadon says, "Noted."

Akeiro waves to Etasia.

Etasia smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Ezerak looks over at Xadon and yawns.

Darkewolff smirks.

Xadon asks, "Sleepy?"

You say to Xadon, "I do not see how the analogy works as the immortals do not dictate my actions."

Xadon peers quizzically at Ezerak.

Jaelia says, "Also, you do have to understand, I was down with the let's kill all the necromancers at the start of the war with Lyras. It was that time and the aftermath that followed that made me tell the Princess after the Prince died - he died in Service of the Immortals, just like any other Immortal while she's grieving for herself and her children, and be very done with Political heads and figures of state and temple."

Zynell says, "Perhaps not obviously."

Xadon asks, "No? who is your immortal?"

Zynell nods to you.

Kethrai asks Xadon, "And for what it's worth, we're speaking right here and now, aren't we?"

Selame whispers something to Xadon.

Xadon nods.

You say to Xadon, "Hodierna."

Ezerak says to Xadon, "No, I just grow bored of hearing the same things over and over from Necromancers."

Xadon says, "You have been polite."

Saragos says to Zynell, "I'm sure they're quite witty, and you might even be able to learn a thing or two from them. But their very path in life is an existential threat. Man holding a knife to my throat can be witty too, but I've got bigger things to worry about at that point."

Xadon smiles at Kethrai.

Selame whispers something to Ansara.

Gridaksma says to Jaelia, "That was a trying time for many of us."

Saragos says to Gridaksma, "Not sure what you're on about. I'm no servant of the Temple."

Ezerak says, "I'll gladly admit that I have been less than polite."

Gridaksma says to Saragos, "I asked if one is still evil doing the will of the temple who speaks for the gods."

Ezerak says, "Because I've heard this all before."

Selame quietly says to Xadon, "For the record, I don't despise you."

Selame just hugged Xadon.

Selame just hugged Ansara.

Xadon smiles at Selame.

Xadon hugs Selame, who wraps her arms around Xadon with a warm smile.

"Burn him! Burn him!" You hear the cries echo around you as everyone in the vicinity immediately gives Xadon a wide berth!

Xadon says, "You have taken the time to know me."

Xadon says, "I must go."

Xadon waves.

Ezerak says, "Ah, good, there they are."

Kethrai gives Xadon a slight nod.

You nod to Xadon.

Akeiro leaps to his feet!

Bridge Completionist Xadon goes east.

Akeiro adjusts his fuzzy pajamas into place.

Etasia nods.

Darkewolff chuckles.

Selame sighs.

Ansara snickers.

Etasia grins at Darkewolff, her dimples flashing into view.

Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Selame.

Darkewolff says to Ezerak, "Don't hold back, tell us how you really feel."

Zynell asks Saragos, "How can you be certain if you do not know their path or how they follow their immortals?"

Darkewolff chuckles at Ezerak.

Saragos says to Gridaksma, "Sorry, you're over there using broad, general terms, and very clearly laying a trap, trying to get me to defend an organization I'm not part of. It's a dumb game, and I'm not playing."

Selame nods to Akeiro.

Jaelia says to Ezerak, "I don't like what the Necomancers do. I understand though. I think there a lines. And there are also things we don't do becasue we hold ourselves to higher standards to live society better for our future children and members, rather than the Temple and Khurek of Burn it down and torture people and do things that harm the future of society and create empathy for necromancers."

Ezerak chuckles.

Grey Empath Akeiro drifts east, leading his group.

Sothios smiles.

Ozursus walks quietly into the area.

Gridaksma says to Saragos, "I asked a simple question, it seems Gauthus isn't checking his recruits well anymore."

Gridaksma shrugs.

Ezerak says to Darkewolff, "I don't think I have to tell anyone where I stand on the subject, at this point."

Gridaksma says, "He used to even preach the immortals himself."

You say to Saragos, "I laregly agree with you about the philosophers... and I agree that we should strenuously resist the designs of those who follow demons, but if we are unwilling to extend a hand to them there is no chance they will ever turn back."

Darkewolff smiles at Ezerak.

Etasia peers quizzically at Gridaksma.

Saragos says to Gridaksma, "You're a funny man."

Sothios says, "Our kind was once hated as well."

Saragos winks at Gridaksma.

Ezerak chuckles.

Zynell rubs Sothios gently, massaging his muscles.

Darkewolff says to Ezerak, "Not at all. I just figred it would be nice to have a chuckle."

Elurora nods at Darkewolff, obviously agreeing with his views.

Zynell says to Sothios, "You are very loved now."

Ezerak grins at Darkewolff, his dimples flashing into view.

Ezerak pats Darkewolff on the back.

Kethrai says, "I think Anuril's thesis from the lecture is on point here..."

Zynell gently kisses Sothios on the cheek.

Sothios says, "I judge on actions not on guild."

You blink in amazement at Kethrai. Good heavens, dear!

Darkewolff asks Ezerak, "You gotta appreciate good comedy, right?"

Kethrai says, "I've heard so many very similar stories from different necromancers about how they came to it..."

Etasia nods to Sothios.

Ezerak says to Darkewolff, "Always, from all sources."

Jaelia says to Saragos, "I still think he's been around enough to be worth listening to."

Darkewolff nods to Ezerak.

You nod to Kethrai.

Kethrai says, "And often it comes down to, terrible things happened to me, and I want to fix them, or avenge them."

Jaelia nods to Kethrai.

Kethrai says, "Or... Terrible things happen to others, and how dare the Immortals not fix them."

Kethrai says, "And we may be able to head that off by... ensuring that fewer terrible things happen."

Elurora smiles at Kethrai.

Kethrai says, "To everyone, great and small."

Coethi takes a bite of the brownies.

Jaelia says, "We can choose to be better for the current and the future, or we can choose actions that will only keep the status quo or make it worse. Because our actions today paint our tomorrow."

Elurora nods to Kethrai.

You nod at Kethrai, in complete agreement with his views.
}}

Anuril

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===Description===

You see '''Veteran Apprentice Anuril''', Elemental Student of the Order of the Black Fox, an Elf. 
He has a triangular face, pointed ears, gold-flecked amber eyes and a straight nose. His platinum hair is long and straight, and is worn in a simple, pulled-back style held in place by a velvety black Mer'Kresh lightning rose cradled by wine jasper-dappled leaves. He has pale skin and a lean build. 
He is a bit over average height for an Elf. 
He looks young. 
A curved shard of crimson moonsilver inlaid with vengeance rubies pierces his left earlobe. The silvery-red metal casts an eerie blood-red glow over the side of his face. 
His left cheekbone has a tattoo of a vibrant bouquet of etlingera flowers inked in fiery pink and red hues. 
He is in good shape. 
 
He is wearing a firestorm damask cloak lined with ebony silk, a gentleman's firestorm damask greatcoat embellished with ornate sungold epaulets, a firestorm damask vest lined with cloth-of-gold, a flax-colored seasilk shirt with long gathered sleeves, an uthamar wedding band inlaid with tiny lightning bolts formed of xenomite, a sigilated platinum ring, a gold-threaded samite sash clasped with a Gemfire ruby brooch, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a pair of fiery scarlet khaddar pants with black piping on the seams and some somber black leather boots laced with dark grey silk cords.

===Logs===
* [[Anuril/Logs/20230422_Looming_Threat|445-03-25]] (2023/04/22): A talk given at Asemath Academy on the subject of Forbidden Practices, and personal experiences with necromancy.

Anuril

2023-04-24T07:14:51Z

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{{PC
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===Description===

You see '''Veteran Apprentice Anuril''', Elemental Student of the Order of the Black Fox, an Elf. 
He has a triangular face, pointed ears, gold-flecked amber eyes and a straight nose. His platinum hair is long and straight, and is worn in a simple, pulled-back style held in place by a velvety black Mer'Kresh lightning rose cradled by wine jasper-dappled leaves. He has pale skin and a lean build. 
He is a bit over average height for an Elf. 
He looks young. 
A curved shard of crimson moonsilver inlaid with vengeance rubies pierces his left earlobe. The silvery-red metal casts an eerie blood-red glow over the side of his face. 
His left cheekbone has a tattoo of a vibrant bouquet of etlingera flowers inked in fiery pink and red hues. 
He is in good shape. 
 
He is wearing a firestorm damask cloak lined with ebony silk, a gentleman's firestorm damask greatcoat embellished with ornate sungold epaulets, a firestorm damask vest lined with cloth-of-gold, a flax-colored seasilk shirt with long gathered sleeves, an uthamar wedding band inlaid with tiny lightning bolts formed of xenomite, a sigilated platinum ring, a gold-threaded samite sash clasped with a Gemfire ruby brooch, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a pair of fiery scarlet khaddar pants with black piping on the seams and some somber black leather boots laced with dark grey silk cords.

===Logs===
* [[Anuril/Logs/20230422_Looming_Threat|445-03-23]] (2023/04/22): A talk given at Asemath Academy on the subject of Forbidden Practices, and personal experiences with necromancy.

Anuril/Logs/20230422 Looming Threat

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You clear your throat.

You are Veteran Apprentice Anuril, Elemental Student of the Order of the Black Fox, an Elf.

You have a triangular face, pointed ears, gold-flecked amber eyes and a straight nose. Your platinum hair is long and straight, and is worn in a simple, pulled-back style held in place by a velvety black Mer'Kresh lightning rose cradled by wine jasper-dappled leaves. You have pale skin and a lean build.

You are a bit over average height for an Elf.

You are young.

A curved shard of crimson moonsilver inlaid with vengeance rubies pierces your left earlobe. The silvery-red metal casts an eerie blood-red glow over the side of your face.

Your left cheekbone has a tattoo of a vibrant bouquet of etlingera flowers inked in fiery pink and red hues.

You are in good shape.

You are wearing a firestorm damask cloak lined with ebony silk, a sigilated platinum ring, a gentleman's firestorm damask greatcoat embellished with ornate sungold epaulets, a firestorm damask vest lined with cloth-of-gold, a flax-colored seasilk shirt long gathered sleeves, an uthamar wedding band inlaid with tiny lightning bolts formed of xenomite, a gold-threaded samite sash clasped with a Gemfire ruby brooch, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a pair of fiery scarlet khaddar pants with black piping on the seams and some somber black leather boots laced with dark grey silk cords.

Betlind exclaims to you, "You got this!"

Betlind looks at you and lets out a hearty cheer on your behalf!

Betlind hugs you, and you give her a smile in return.

You grin.

You say, "Alright, let's not keep my adoring audience waiting."

Betlind exclaims, "Let's go!"

You chuckle.

Betlind beams!

>go gate

[Asemath Academy, Porte-cochere]

A flagstone pavement and a covered porte-cochere lead into the grounds of the Academy. West of you the campus opens out into a series of lovely wooded gardens with the buildings arranged in a quadrangle all around it. Students and professors stroll about, engaged in deep discussions or forming small study groups under the trees. To either side of the entrance are the administration offices and the admissions center. You also see a low bronze gate and a memorial arch.

Obvious paths: north, south, west.

Betlind followed.

You go west, leading your group.

[Asemath Academy, Eastern Walkway]

A walkway paved with crushed stone in a soft blue-green hue runs between tastefully arranged copses of trees in a large central open area. The trees show signs of Elvish life-sculpting and form harmonious groupings that display their dense foliage to perfect advantage. Here and there, groups of flowering bushes or plantings of bright blossoms lend a serene touch of color to the scene. Groups of students wander about or study quietly. You also see a sign.

Also here: Shield Maiden Betlind.

Obvious paths: north, east, south, west.

You go west, leading your group.

[Asemath Academy, Central Fountain]

Here in the center, at the very heart of the Academy, a fountain stands. Carved with cunning and skill, it represents Knowledge pouring out her wisdom to a thirsty world and the academy's founder stooping to drink deeply of her gift. Coins glitter in the pool, tossed there by superstitious students hoping for luck on an exam. Walkways lead from here in several directions to other parts of the institution. You also see some maple lumber, a maple comb, a basic runestone, some maple lumber, a maple comb, a basic runestone, a basic runestone, a basic runestone, some maple lumber, a maple comb, a basic runestone, some maple lumber, a maple comb, some maple lumber, a maple comb, a basic runestone and a basic runestone.

Also here: Shield Maiden Betlind.

Obvious paths: north, east, south, west.

You go north, leading your group.

[Asemath Academy, Northern Walkway]

This walkway leads to some of the classrooms of the Academy. Lined with sweet-scented flowers, it is a pleasant place to be almost any day of the year.

Also here: Shield Maiden Betlind, Mother Jaelia who is emanating a benevolent holy aura and Merchant King Keshko who is blurred by hazy afterimages.

Obvious paths: north, northeast, south, northwest.

You peer northwest and see ...

[Asemath Academy, Auditorium]

This hall, used for lectures and other presentations, can hold the entire student body and faculty of the Academy. Rows of benches for the students and chairs for the professors are arranged before a low platform for the speakers or guests. The room is done in polished rosewood walls enlivened with woven hangings in abstract patterns. Brass and crystal lightglobes hold candles for evening presentations. You also see a disagreeable Shadow Servant.

Also here: Mountain Lord Ezerak, Newswoman Navesi, Zaydencus, Xihlamia, War Wizard Etasia who has a stony visage, Field Medic Darkewolff, Imerald, Long Sticka Morlokk, Blood Dancer Selame who is sitting, Heart Tender Kethrai, Grey Empath Akeiro who is sitting, Philomath Miskton, Musical Enthusiast Ansara, Black Fox Lycette who is orbited by twinkling starlit galaxies, Shadow Mage Telamont who is wreathed in Katamba-black shadows, Sothios who is engulfed by a tsunami of cerulean light, Puppet Master Ezustrea who is sitting, Soul Surgeon Zynell who is crowned by a ring of glimmering stars, Ahneya, Outfitting Legend Danoryiel, Knight of Meraud Tirost, Primal Lady Zalinyar, Black Fox Xionara, Squire Eskila, Fox Kit Ysindre, Coethi, Iconn who is sitting, Vagrant Jaerk, Fearless Crobin, Transcendent Empath Leayne, Truthseeker Elurora whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light and Sonic Sonance Sonatina.

Obvious exits: out.

You nod to Jaelia.

Jaelia beams at you! What a warm feeling!

Jaelia nods.

Betlind hugs Jaelia, getting a smile in return.

Betlind smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Jaelia hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Mother Jaelia goes northwest.

You go northwest, leading your group.

[Asemath Academy, Auditorium]

This hall, used for lectures and other presentations, can hold the entire student body and faculty of the Academy. Rows of benches for the students and chairs for the professors are arranged before a low platform for the speakers or guests. The room is done in polished rosewood walls enlivened with woven hangings in abstract patterns. Brass and crystal lightglobes hold candles for evening presentations. You also see a disagreeable Shadow Servant.

Also here: Shield Maiden Betlind, Mother Jaelia who is emanating a benevolent holy aura, Mountain Lord Ezerak, Newswoman Navesi, Zaydencus, Xihlamia, War Wizard Etasia who has a stony visage, Field Medic Darkewolff, Imerald, Long Sticka Morlokk, Blood Dancer Selame who is sitting, Heart Tender Kethrai, Grey Empath Akeiro who is sitting, Philomath Miskton, Musical Enthusiast Ansara, Black Fox Lycette who is orbited by twinkling starlit galaxies, Shadow Mage Telamont who is wreathed in Katamba-black shadows, Sothios who is engulfed by a tsunami of cerulean light, Puppet Master Ezustrea who is sitting, Soul Surgeon Zynell who is crowned by a ring of glimmering stars, Ahneya, Outfitting Legend Danoryiel, Knight of Meraud Tirost, Primal Lady Zalinyar, Black Fox Xionara, Squire Eskila, Fox Kit Ysindre, Coethi, Iconn who is sitting, Vagrant Jaerk, Fearless Crobin, Transcendent Empath Leayne, Truthseeker Elurora whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light and Sonic Sonance Sonatina.

Obvious exits: out.

Sothios nods to Danoryiel.

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

Crobin hugs you.

You smile.

Ansara says, "I have corrections for your last edition."

Xionara waves to you.

Navesi says, "Good to see you all too."

Xionara bounces around happily.

Lowering her head in reverence, Betlind takes a step backward and bends into a formal bow.

Selame offers Akeiro a glass of cinnamon cider.

Navesi nods to Ansara.

Leayne smiles at you, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Akeiro accepts Selame's cinnamon cider.

Xionara hugs you.

Elurora hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Ears tilted forward, Selame curls her tail around Akeiro's waist loosely.

Navesi asks Ansara, "Mind talking to me after?"

Akeiro trills softly at Selame.

Elurora waves to you.

Leayne hugs you.

You say, "Hello, everyone."

Betlind hugs Elurora, getting a smile in return.

Etasia smiles at you, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Akeiro takes a bite of the bananas.

Xihlamia stops listening to Crobin.

Kethrai places his hands on your shoulders and directs a fond, rumbling purr in your direction as he presses his forehead against your own.

Tirost smiles at Betlind.

Sonatina hugs you.

Jaelia beams at you! What a warm feeling!

Akeiro waves to you.

Betlind smiles at Elurora, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Ansara says, "Thats acceptable."

Sonatina hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Morlokk nods to you.

Akeiro waves to Betlind.

Betlind hugs Sonatina, who wraps her arms around Betlind with a warm smile.

Ezustrea waves to you.

Ansara nods to Navesi.

Akeiro takes a bite of the bananas.

Ezerak doffs his top hat.

Betlind beams at Akeiro!

Leayne softly says, "Hello."

Betlind just hugged Akeiro.

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Sonatina just hugged Navesi.

Akeiro hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Xionara chuckles at Ansara.

Elurora grins at Betlind.

Navesi hugs Sonatina, who wraps her arms around Navesi with a warm smile.

Ezerak hugs Navesi, who wraps her arms around Ezerak with a warm smile.

Ezerak shakes Miskton's hand.

Betlind snickers at Elurora.

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Navesi hugs Ezerak, getting a smile in return.

Betlind nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.

(Anuril moves over to the front of the hall, flanked by Betlind.)

Miskton nods politely to Ezerak.

Kethrai hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Betlind comes and stands near you.

Eskila moves into position to cover Kethrai from harm.

Kethrai coughs.

Crobin hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Etasia says, "Coffee yes please."

Etasia smiles at Darkewolff, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Darkewolff offers Etasia some Kygar's roast coffee.

Leayne smiles at Betlind, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Darkewolff smiles at Etasia.

Xionara perks her ears up happily as she gazes at Betlind.

Etasia accepts Darkewolff's roast coffee.

Crobin waves to Darkewolff.

Betlind loosens the straps securing her majestic aegis and removes it.

Betlind draws forth an elegant haledroth tachi with a silversteel butterfly tsuba.

Betlind traces a complex glyph in the space above her right arm.

Darkewolff waves to Crobin.

Salvitoriel just arrived.

Darkewolff smiles at Crobin.

Zynell leans back against Sothios with a loving smile.

Ears tilted forward, Zynell curls her tail around Telamont's waist loosely.

Crobin waves to Salvitoriel.

Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Betlind.

You loudly say, "Hello, thank you all for attending this talk. Please make yourselves comfortable while I go over a few administrative items."

Leayne smiles at Salvitoriel, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Etasia smiles at Ezustrea, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Akeiro asks Betlind, "Expecting trouble?"

Ezustrea smiles at Etasia.

A soft silver glow briefly envelops Betlind's haledroth tachi.

You smile at Tirost.

Etasia nods to Darkewolff.

Leayne wraps her arms lovingly around Crobin, snuggling close.

Zynell observes you with fascination.

Tirost smiles.

Akeiro takes a bite of the bananas.

Betlind says to Akeiro, "Be a poor Paladin if I weren't."

Darkewolff waves to Zynell.

Darkewolff waves to Telamont.

Warder Meganlique just arrived.

You clear your throat.

Zynell grins at Darkewolff.

Ezerak shakes Darkewolff's hand.

Akeiro grins at Betlind.

Darkewolff nods politely to Miskton.

Elurora chuckles at Betlind.

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Etasia waves to Ezerak.

Meganlique angles her ears forward in curiosity.

Darkewolff smiles at Sothios.

You beam!

Kethrai gazes thoughtfully at you.

Meganlique studies the faces around her.

Aratasa just arrived.

Ezerak waves to Etasia.

Darkewolff nods politely to Ezerak.

Ezustrea smiles at Aratasa.

Danoryiel waves to Meganlique.

Darkewolff smiles at Meganlique.

Elurora gives Ezerak a slight curtsy, barely more than a quick bob.

Exile's Bane Eonon just arrived.

Meganlique stands near Xionara.

Aratasa waves to Ezustrea.

Elurora grins at Ezerak.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

Meganlique waves to Danoryiel.

Eonon grins.

Meganlique waves to Darkewolff.

Miskton nods politely to Darkewolff.

Selame takes a bite of the tart.

Meganlique moves over to guard Xionara.

You say, "It's lovely to see so many familiar faces."

Darkewolff waves to Meganlique.

Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Selame.

Aratasa bows to you.

Selame nods to Akeiro.

You nod to Aratasa.

Elurora gazes hopefully at Ahneya.

Aratasa takes a seat.

Sonatina studies the faces around her.

Sfarns del Dzive Nawain just arrived.

Akeiro hums happily to himself.

Elurora waves to Nawain.

Akeiro waves to Nawain.

Betlind moves over to guard you.

Etasia smiles at Tirost, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Nawain waves to Akeiro.

Nawain waves to Elurora.

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Nawain beams!

Ears tilted forward, Selame curls her tail around Akeiro's waist loosely.

Leayne smiles at Nawain, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Etasia smiles at Nawain, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Darkewolff rests his hand on Etasia's arm with a soft smile.

Eonon smiles at Betlind.

Crobin waves to Nawain.

Morlokk pats Salvitoriel on the back.

Tirost smiles at Etasia.

Nawain waves to Leayne.

Akeiro takes a bite of the bananas.

Nawain beams at Etasia!

Crobin waves to Morlokk.

Nawain waves to Crobin.

Darkewolff smiles.

Meganlique whispers something to Xionara.

Etasia beams at Nawain!

Selame hugs Salvitoriel, getting a smile in return.

Betlind smiles at Eonon, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Salvitoriel grins at Morlokk.

You get an odd feeling that someone is watching you. It quickly passes.

Etasia just hugged Nawain.

Akeiro puts his cider in his entangling brambles.

Xionara studies the ground for a moment.

Akeiro stands up.

Grey Empath Akeiro drifts out.

Morlokk nods politely to Crobin.

Nawain hugs Etasia, who wraps her arms around Nawain with a warm smile.

Salvitoriel smiles at Selame.

Morlokk slowly asks, "Found that treasure yet?"

Crobin waves to Navesi.

You gravely say, "First of all, my Halipa Mazrian could not be with us today, but my, and I'm sure many of our, thoughts are with him at this time."

Morlokk grins at Salvitoriel.

You nod.

Xionara nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Zynell nods in agreement.

Selame takes a bite of the tart.

Elurora nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Kethrai nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Grey Empath Akeiro just arrived.

Etasia nods in agreement.

Leayne nods.

Akeiro chuckles.

Akeiro takes a seat near Selame.

Salvitoriel quietly says to Morlokk, "Haven'a been back after it no."

Meganlique trills softly at you.

Darkewolff nods.

Selame leans over and scratches Akeiro's back.

Etasia sits down on the comfortable chair.

Vice-Speaker Levinas just arrived.

Levinas waves.

Akeiro makes a rumbling noise of contentment in Selame's direction.

Xionara bounces around happily.

Morlokk nods at Salvitoriel, obviously agreeing with his views.

Xionara hugs Levinas, who wraps his arms around Xionara with a warm smile.

Leayne smiles at Levinas, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

You loudly say, "Alright, let's get to it."

Xionara's ears perk up happily.

Morlokk slowly says, "Well have to remedy that soon."

Levinas just hugged Xionara.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

You say, "I am Anuril, a member of the warrior mage guild, and the subject today will be Forbidden Practices. If you're looking for History of the Seven Star Empire 400-240BL, that is next door."

Selame takes a bite of the tart.

Levinas hugs Leayne, who wraps her arms around Levinas with a warm smile.

Levinas hugs Lycette, who wraps her arms around Levinas with a warm smile.

Tirost chuckles.

Elurora starts chortling at you!

Morlokk rubs Iconn in a friendly manner.

You smile.

Jaelia grins at you.

(Levinas hugs everyone)

Selame takes a bite of the tart.

Leayne smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Darkewolff sits down on the comfortable chair.

Levinas shakes your hand.

Selame gets a glass of cinnamon cider from inside her thigh bag.

Tirost smiles at Betlind.

Morlokk rubs Iconn in a friendly manner.

Ezerak says, "Oh, I should go to that, it's the last credits I need to finally graduate."

Ezerak appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You grin at Ezerak.

Selame chortles softly at some secret joke.

Elurora giggles at Ezerak.

Selame takes a bite of the tart.

You say, "If you have any comments, questions, suggestions, or corrections I would ask you to hold them until the conclusion of the talk. There will be a reception just outside, by the fountain, and I look forward to any discussion you wish to have."

Selame takes a sip of her cider.

Morlokk grins at Xionara.

Leayne leans on Crobin.

Darkewolff whispers something to Etasia.

Xionara winks.

Lycette gives Levinas a smooch.

Etasia whispers something to Darkewolff.

Crobin snuggles up to Leayne.

You ponder.

Selame takes a sip of her cider.

Aratasa nods.

You carefully say, "I would like to thank Asemath Academy for granting me the use of this hall, and apologize that I was not able to deliver my full remarks to them for review ahead of time. Any views or opinions expressed are my own and do not reflect the position of the Academy or its Board."

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

Selame takes a bite of the tart.

Jaelia applauds.

You say, "I would also like to extend my thanks to Navesi, and the First Land Herald for providing a chronicle of recent events that I could refer to in order to learn about things that occurred elsewhere in the world before I joined the guild."

Lycette smiles brightly, exuding confidence and charm.

Morlokk nods at Xionara, obviously agreeing with her views.

You nod to Navesi.

Navesi smiles at you.

Selame leans on Akeiro.

Xionara looks at Navesi and applauds!

Navesi bows her head in acknowledgement.

Etasia dimples at Eskila.

Kethrai praises Navesi.

Miskton takes a sip of his ale.

Raising her mocha milkshake to Navesi, Jaelia gives her a toast.

Elurora looks at Navesi and applauds!

Meganlique nods to Navesi.

Navesi says, "Might I mention that Shaylynne took the lead on that article."

Raising his Reserve ale to Levinas, Miskton gives him a toast.

Xionara beams at Morlokk!

Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.

Levinas grins at Miskton.

Levinas nods.

Levinas nods politely.

Sonatina takes a sip of her Schnapps.

You exclaim to Navesi, "So noted!"

Selame grins at Akeiro.

Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.

You say, "As this subject is a delicate one and covers activities that provoke strong emotional reactions, are illegal in many jurisdictions, are forbidden by the inqusition, etc., I have retained the services of body guards. Please obey their directions in case of any disturbance and, for your own safety, take note of the nearest exit."

Navesi nods to Tirost.

Elurora glances at Betlind.

Elurora appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Betlind points out.

You nod to Betlind.

You praise Betlind.

Jaelia nods to Betlind.

Crobin smiles.

Xionara ponders.

Ahneya smiles at Elurora.

Crobin says, "Promises to be fun if bodyguards are needed."

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Tirost nods to Navesi.

Elurora chuckles at Ahneya.

You grin at Crobin.

Akeiro scoots over a little closer to Selame.

Kethrai whispers something to Betlind.

Crobin hugs Selame, who wraps her arms around Crobin with a warm smile.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Leayne giggles at Crobin.

You ponder.

Betlind blinks at Kethrai.

Crobin smiles at Betlind.

Betlind nods to Kethrai.

(Coethi shifts uncomfortably.)

Meganlique nods to Xionara.

You say, "First, a definition of terms and clarification. I realize that the term 'forbidden practices' is somewhat broad, and for the purpose of this talk I will not be covering certain practices that are unique to the Empath guild, as I have little experience in that arena."

Betlind adjusts her half plate into place.

Sonatina takes a sip of her Schnapps.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.

Ears tilted forward, Selame curls her tail around Akeiro's waist loosely.

Kethrai clears his throat.

Jaelia whispers something to Coethi.

Kethrai nods.

You say, "Instead, I will mainly be focusing my attentions on those practices related to spell casting that have been designated illegal, forbidden, or are directly punished by the Immortals. In laymans terms: sorcery, witchcraft, necromancy and the like."

Coethi nods to Jaelia.

Aratasa nods.

Levinas nods.

Elurora nods to you.

Jaelia nods to Coethi.

Akeiro quietly says to Selame, "The good stuff."

Akeiro nods to Selame.

Crobin frowns.

Dreadnaught Imroth just arrived.

Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.

Crobin chuckles.

Leayne peers quizzically at Crobin.

Selame winks at Akeiro.

Imroth casually observes the area.

You say, "I am no expert in this field, rest assured, but I have had certain experiences during my life and career that I will use to frame this discussion. The primary experience, the catalyst for this talk, if you will, being the assault on Basalt Isle that took place six years ago, in 439."

You gaze off into the distance blankly.

Leayne nods to Crobin.

Tirost takes a sip of his ale.

You nod.

Xionara gazes at you.

Leayne nods to you.

You hesitantly say, "But first, let me discuss my life prior to that moment in time."

Eonon grins at you.

You give Eonon a slight nod.

Shadow's Touch Alanarue just arrived.

Crobin hugs Alanarue, getting a smile in return.

Salvitoriel smiles at Alanarue.

Alanarue hugs Crobin, who wraps his arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.

Alanarue dimples at Salvitoriel.

Leayne hugs Alanarue, who wraps her arms around Leayne with a warm smile.

Akeiro wraps his arms around Alanarue, giving Alanarue a great big bear hug!

Alanarue hugs Leayne, who wraps her arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.

Xionara waves to Alanarue.

Alanarue hugs Akeiro, who wraps his arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.

Alanarue waves to Xionara.

Kethrai angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at you.

Lycette hugs Alanarue, who wraps her arms around Lycette with a warm smile.

Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.

Morlokk nods to Alanarue.

Alanarue hugs Lycette, who wraps her arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.

Selame hugs Alanarue, getting a smile in return.

You say, "I am a river elf. I grew up living near Ilaya Taipa, among fisherfolk. My primary exposure to the concept of sorcery was via stories and tales meant to frighten, caution, or even thrill the audience."

Lycette smiles brightly, exuding confidence and charm.

Alanarue smiles at Morlokk, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

You smile.

Alanarue hugs Selame, who wraps her arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.

Alanarue hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Betlind hugs Alanarue, who wraps her arms around Betlind with a warm smile.

Alanarue just hugged Eskila.

Alanarue nods to Kethrai.

Kethrai hugs Alanarue, getting a smile in return.

Alanarue hugs Kethrai, who wraps his arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.

Etasia smiles at Alanarue, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Alanarue hugs Etasia, who wraps her arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.

You dryly say, "You can imagine that the Bone Elves, who split from our cousins the Mountain Elves some three thousand years ago featured prominently in these tales as villains, schemers, infiltrators. Reclusive, antagonistic, mysterious, practitioners of dark arts."

Etasia hugs Alanarue, who wraps her arms around Etasia with a warm smile.

Levinas nods to you.

Elurora chews on her lip, looking deep in concentration.

Zynell grins.

Selame trills softly at Akeiro.

You darkly say, "Do your chores... don't be late getting home... be careful around strangers... or the Bone Elves will get you."

Alanarue grins at Etasia, her dimples flashing into view.

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Kethrai giggles.

Morlokk nods at Jaelia, obviously agreeing with her views.

Elurora blinks at you.

You make a grunting noise.

You nod to Elurora.

Etasia ponders.

Etasia shrugs.

You say, "Nearby is Leth Deriel, the big city to my young mind. Just outside its walls is the Forest of Night. Created almost a thousand years ago by the mage Sithsia, who some call witch, and who may still reside there. Another spectre lurking in the dark to menace a young elf thinking of disobeying their parents."

Crobin flicks one ear back as though listening for something.

Favored Desimone just arrived.

You quietly say, "I would not learn about her role in Farn's Company or the Zaulfung stones until after I joined the guild. To me she was just a monster, to be feared and avoided."

Snow Herald Larasa just arrived.

You ponder.

You take in a great breath of air.

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

Selame takes a sip of her cider.

You softly say, "More recently... and I know some here likely have firsthand knowledge of these events... Lyras."

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

Kethrai frowns.

Levinas gives a slight nod.

Miskton takes a sip of his ale.

Alanarue ponders.

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Salvitoriel observes you with fascination.

Crobin scratches one ear, looking bemused.

You slowly say, "The Rakash and Prydaen, driven from their home. The Great Barrier that contained the threat for a time, its failure, and the ultimate battle, just a few years before my birth, that ended with the destruction of Lyras."

Tirost grins at Etasia.

Crobin's ears droop for a moment.

You nod.

Leayne rubs Crobin gently, massaging his muscles.

Etasia smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Kethrai leans on Crobin.

Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.

You sigh.

(Crobin butts his head against Kethrai lightly)

You smile.

You say, "I grew up in a world reeling from this conflict. It did not directly affect me. I was able to grow up peacefully, attend university, and ultimately join the warrior mage guild in 438. But these events shaped my perceptions of sorcery and its practitioners."

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.

Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.

Morlokk tilts his head, clearly curious about something.

Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.

Selame takes a sip of her cider.

Sonatina leans on Eskila.

You say, "Unbeknownst to me, events that had been set in motion 8 years before I joined would ultimately lead to the assault on Basalt Isle. An assault that I, and many of us here today, would participate in."

Sonatina takes a sip of her Schnapps.

Alanarue takes a bite of the pastry.

Leayne nods.

Zynell flicks her ears back in obvious annoyance.

Iconn casually observes the area.

Akeiro takes a bite of the chocolate.

You nibble on your lip.

You say, "An earlier fight against a demon, known as Maelshyve, in 430 had been wildly successful and resulted in its death, but not without cost. Necromancers were present at this battle and fought on both sides of the conflict. One of those who opposed the demon survived and, although badly wounded physically and mentally, was recovered by the Temple in the aftermath and nursed back to health."

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.

You nod.

Elurora tilts her head, clearly curious about something.

Tirost gets a quiet, peaceful look on his face.

Kethrai's ears droop for a moment.

Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.

Imroth takes a sip of his Schnapps.

Crobin lays his ears back in alarm, gazing around warily.

You say, "This former necromancer took the name Zauldin, and contributed knowledge to the Temple that was ultimately used to construct a weapon that it was hoped would be sufficient to destroy the lich who resided on Basalt Isle."

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Levinas takes a sip of his tequila.

Nawain frowns.

Jaelia takes a sip of her milkshake.

Selame nods to Akeiro.

You reluctantly say, "There were, of course, political motivations that went into this objective, but there was also the possibility that an ever-present threat could be eliminated before it turned into another Lyras."

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Sonatina takes a sip of her Schnapps.

You gesture.

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Zynell chortles softly at some secret joke.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Nawain makes a grunting noise.

You say, "Years of preparation and planning went into this operation, and in 437 Zoluren pledged its aid along with other provinces."

Crobin grumbles.

You ask, "Remember how I said that I joined the guild in 438?"

You grin.

Selame nods at Akeiro, obviously agreeing with his views.

Nawain grins at you.

Selame takes a sip of her cider.

Levinas nods.

Etasia nods to you.

Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.

Ahneya says, "No."

Kethrai quietly says, "Excellent timing."

Elurora just nudged Ahneya.

You smile at Kethrai.

Ahneya smiles at Elurora.

You strongly say, "So there I was in 439, a newly minted warrior mage with barely a year under my belt, and the final call went out. Of course I joined, I had little experience with such foes but I knew the stakes. I had grown up hearing tales of what these beings were capable of if left unchecked, and undead forces had been harrying the mainland cities in the final months. I had fought them on the streets of the capital cities, and had taken their measure. How bad could it be? Look at the forces we had arrayed."

You gaze off into the distance blankly.

You strike a heroic pose.

You wink.

Nawain winces.

Darkewolff smiles.

You dismally say, "It was bad."

Leayne nods.

Ezerak nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Miskton takes a sip of his ale.

Coethi frowns.

You sigh.

Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.

Etasia smiles at Miskton, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Grinning, Morlokk pulls a swig from a jug of Deep Darkness moonshine.

You say, "The beach was awash in undead abominations. We secured an altar so that the favor of the immortals could be used to our advantage in the battle. A list of names and descriptions of known necromancers had been circulated at the final briefing, but I did not personally encounter any of them. Their minions were thick as flies though, and guarded the approach to barriers made of flesh and bone."

(Betlind's gaze sweeps slowly and steadily over the attendants, otherwise motionless by the elf's side.)

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Sonatina takes a sip of her Schnapps.

You nod to Zynell.

Xionara takes a sip of her Schnapps.

Alanarue takes a bite of the pastry.

Tirost nods.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

Ezerak quietly says, "I can still smell the beach that day."

Zynell raises an eyebrow in your direction.

You say, "I see Zynell in the crowd, who was instrumental that day."

Sothios says, "I was there as well."

Zynell says, "Begrudgingly."

Leayne nods to you.

Ezerak nods at Tirost, obviously agreeing with his views.

Levinas calmly says to Sothios, "Nobody saw you."

You nod to Zynell.

Aratasa chuckles.

Crobin chuckles.

You ponder.

Sothios says, "They did when i stabbed em."

You say, "We pressed the onslaught, and during our advance many of us were somehow abducted metaphysically; transported from the battlefield to unrecognizable, otherworldly locations. It is likely that the planar boundary had become thin enough during the battle that the patrons of these necromancers were able to directly influence events."

Sothios winks at Leayne.

Levinas begins chortling at Sothios.

Etasia grins at Sothios, her dimples flashing into view.

You gaze upward.

Kethrai shudders.

Leayne grins at Sothios, her dimples flashing into view.

Darkewolff smiles at Sothios.

Sothios says, "But i didnt fight fer "team good."

Sothios shrugs.

You distantly say, "I recall experiencing a sensation of extreme hunger, and then ash and cinders billowed around me and I found myself in a blasted wasteland."

You frown.

You quietly say, "This was my first direct encounter with the demonic."

Nawain shudders.

You blink.

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Etasia raises an eyebrow in your direction.

Levinas guzzles down some of his tequila and then smacks his lips and wipes them with his sleeve.

Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at you.

You say, "It seemed as if a firestorm had raged over this terrain. There seemed to be the charred remains of tree, but the ground was parched, cracked, sundered. There were remnants of civilization, an overturned wagon its wheels rusted away. I could hear thunder, but there was nothing in the sky, neither clouds nor stars."

Aratasa coils his tail, looping it loosely around his waist.

You say to Miskton, "When I was preparing for this talk... I was reminded of some recent vision..."

Ezustrea chuckles.

You frown.

Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.

Miskton strokes his beard in thoughtful contemplation.

You shake your head.

Morlokk grins at Jaelia.

You say, "Let it not be so."

Ezustrea grins at Sothios.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Nawain frowns at you.

Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.

Alanarue leans on Salvitoriel.

Desimone takes a sip of her milkshake.

You say, "In this place I had been taken to there was a presence, diffuse and amorphous though it be I had the impression of a name. I shall not speak it, but I felt I was within this entity's domain."

Salvitoriel grins at Alanarue.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

You say, "Everything here was ruin, destruction, death. I felt that this would be our fate if this entity was allowed to prevail."

Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.

Sothios smirks.

Ezustrea stands up.

Puppet Master Ezustrea glides out.

Imroth takes a sip of his Schnapps.

You say, "I ultimately managed to escape from that realm by refuting it, and focusing on nurturing the possibility of life. That was somehow anathema to the ruler of that place, and I found myself back on the battlefield."

Selame leans over and scratches Akeiro's back.

Selame takes a sip of her cider.

Outfitting Legend Danoryiel strides out.

Tirost takes a sip of his ale.

Darkewolff smiles quietly to himself.

You say, "We ultimately claimed much of the island, and the lich was obliged to face us directly. In so doing he called upon his allies, the demons, and created a tear in reality so that they could enter. Those of us who were there that day saw their nature and where they hail from."

Miskton takes a sip of his ale.

Tirost shifts his weight.

Leayne shivers.

You frown.

Elurora gazes thoughtfully at you.

A pained expression crosses Kethrai's face.

You pat Kethrai on the back.

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Aratasa ponders.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

Darkewolff leans on Etasia.

Etasia dimples at Darkewolff.

You firmly say, "Our ally Zauldin was lost to us, but our paladins were able to make use of the divine weapon we had brought, the Sanyu Aes, in order to repair the rend in reality and refute the lich, crushing him and driving him back to his sanctum. Although mighty, the blow was no sufficient to end him and we were obliged to withdraw as we could no longer prosecute the fight that day."

Darkewolff smiles at Etasia.

Aratasa nods to you.

Betlind gives a slight nod.

You bow to Betlind.

Ezerak gives a slight nod.

Sothios nods to Zynell.

You bow to Eskila.

You wearily say, "In the aftermath of that battle, many of us were left staggered, shocked by what we had seen. It took us weeks to get our bearings again, and return to some semblance of normalcy, but what we had seen on that day haunted some of us."

Leayne nods to you.

Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.

Kethrai gazes off into the distance.

Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.

You wryly say, "I resolved, at the time unknowning of the irony of this, to perform my own investigations of this Undying Threat, to determine the true nature of the foe and what could be done to prevent what I had seen glimpses of from ever coming to pass."

You frown and shake your head in exasperation, resting your face in the palm of your hand.

Lord of Elamiri Gridaksma just arrived.

Zynell perks her ears up happily as she gazes at Gridaksma.

Sothios smirks.

Nawain gazes at you.

Elurora gives Gridaksma a slight curtsy, barely more than a quick bob.

Selame takes a sip of her cider.

Imroth takes a sip of his Schnapps.

Gridaksma whispers something to Elurora.

Jaerk just left.

You say, "Here I will pause to make a distinction about sorcery. I will define two practices: one is a spell caster manipulating a mana type that is not their native mana using a spell pattern that is designed for that mana type. This I will call low sorcery."

Levinas nods.

Gridaksma grins at Elurora.

You say, "The second practice is a spell caster manipulating multiple types of mana, blending them, making use of a spell pattern that is designed for this combination of courses. This I will call high sorcery."

Desimone takes a sip of her milkshake.

Miskton takes a sip of his ale.

You quietly say to Crobin, "Hang on, the finger waggling part will be over soon."

You pat Crobin on the back.

Crobin chuckles.

Tirost chuckles.

Selame waggles her fingers mystically at Crobin. How nice.

You say, "As an example, making use of the runestones you may find or purchase from certain shops, if they are not of your native mana type, would be considered low sorcery, as the rune is helping you gather and channel these other energies."

Leayne grins, revealing her dimples.

Akeiro wraps his arms lovingly around Selame, snuggling close.

You say, "As far as examples of the other, well... let us just say that necromancy is one."

You frown.

Crobin angles his ears forward in curiosity.

Nawain squints.

Alanarue nods.

Zynell holds up her hand and tilts it side to side in a so-so gesture.

Ears tilted forward, Crobin curls his tail around Leayne's waist loosely.

You say, "During the course of my investigations, I became aware of a gathering in Ilithi, a forum, supposedly to discuss morality and other esoteric matters, but the language used had certain implications and was fraught with meanings and subtexts that led me to believe necromancers would be in attendance."

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

Levinas guzzles down some of his tequila and then smacks his lips and wipes them with his sleeve.

(Coethi tilts his head to one side.)

Leayne dimples at Crobin.

Tirost takes a sip of his ale.

You say, "As I had had very few opportunities to interact with these practitioners outside of an antagonistic setting, and the invitation was broad, I decided to attend."

Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.

Ezerak wrinkles his nose.

You cough.

You say, "Well, actually I sent a representative in my stead to the first one. And there was rather a large amount of antagonism on display there, as the location they had chosen was not amenable to their presence."

You smirk.

Elurora grins at you.

Aratasa coils his tail, looping it loosely around his waist.

Zynell rolls her eyes.

Desimone takes a sip of her milkshake.

Miskton takes a sip of his ale.

You say, "Subsequently the gatherings were relocated and I attended in person. I hoped to gain some understanding of their views, aims, goals... I suspected they would be incompatible with my own, but I held out hope."

Selame scoots over a little closer to Akeiro.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

Akeiro clutches the wool blanket to his chest, refusing to let it go!

You say, "I had considered these foes to be monolithic, united in their aims and methods, and I found them instead to be much like any group of people. Indeed, I discovered competing philosophies under the same umbrella."

Nawain frowns.

Elurora chortles softly at some secret joke.

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Tirost gazes at you.

You ponder.

Morlokk nods to you.

Etasia leans on Darkewolff.

You thoughtfully say, "Kethrai attended with me, and over the course of months we came to know these individuals better and I am struck by our ultimately differing reactions to them."

You nod to Kethrai.

Darkewolff smiles at Etasia.

Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Akeiro angles his ears forward in curiosity.

Selame leans on Akeiro.

Coethi glances at Kethrai.

You sigh.

You say, "After one particularly vivid gathering where we witnessed one of them beseeching, I have no better word for it, one of their patrons I felt I had seen enough. On the journey home Kethrai could tell something was bothering me and upon asking what it was I told him that I felt they must all be destroyed."

Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.

Akeiro takes a sip of his rum.

Nawain nods in agreement.

Nawain makes a grunting noise.

Crobin ponders.

You grimace.

Akeiro rubs Selame gently, massaging her muscles.

Eonon chuckles.

Desimone blinks.

You say, "But, his assessment was that there was still something there that could be helped."

Morlokk tilts his head, clearly curious about something.

Tirost glances at Kethrai.

Zynell gazes at you.

Elurora smiles at Kethrai.

You say, "I attribute the difference to our two guilds. My training is to react to any threat with violence, his to react to any injury with compassion."

A nervous tic starts up around Iconn's eye.

You say, "But it did stop me and make me reconsider my stance."

Leayne smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Akeiro takes a sip of his rum.

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.

Crobin nods.

You carefully say, "In the time since I have come to the conclusion that necromancers are not the disease, but rather the symptom. So often they are the result of an individual who, in extremis, turns to the only thing that will allow them to continue existing. In doing so they turn against us, against society, but I feel that it is we who have failed them."

Selame nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Aratasa squirms.

Ezerak ponders.

Leayne frowns.

Jaelia nods.

Tirost takes a sip of his ale.

Ansara observes you with fascination.

Imroth ponders.

Etasia raises an eyebrow.

You nod.

Puppet Master Ezustrea just arrived.

You say, "I am now aware that, around Zauldin's appearance some necromancers began to seek a path to return to the favor of the immortals. I have known, myself, of a handful of individuals who have recently gone down this path and rejoined us, and to me this is miraculous."

Ezustrea takes a seat.

Grinning, Morlokk pulls a swig from a jug of Deep Darkness moonshine.

Alanarue peers quizzically at you.

Elurora gives you a slight nod.

Kethrai nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Sothios smirks.

Jaelia gives you an amiable nod.

You say, "But, I have also noticed a tolerance, an acceptance, espoused by some about the practice of sorcery, and necromancy, and I feel that is the true looming threat to us all."

Zynell rubs Sothios's right hand.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

You frown.

Nawain growls ferociously!

Nawain nods.

Jaelia nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Ezustrea looks at Sothios and shrugs.

Betlind gives a slight nod.

Leayne ponders.

You say, "I know that many of us practice low sorcery, some so often that it is unremarkable to them. I know that some encourage newcomers to the guilds down this path when they are unequipped to deal with the consequences."

Sothios nods to Ezustrea.

Akeiro makes a rumbling noise of contentment in Selame's direction.

Crobin chuckles.

You shake your head.

Aratasa nods to you.

Desimone takes a sip of her milkshake.

Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.

Selame smiles quietly to herself.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

You urgently say, "So I say that we must be vigilant, we must not tolerate those who defy the immortals, and we must guard against the casual acceptance of sorcery, but we must also temper our vigilance with compassion. Any who choose to return to the embrace of the immortals must be accepted by us, and though we resist most strenuously any plans or activities by our foes we must always have a hand extended to them that they may find their way back."

Eskila pushes her spectacles up the bridge of her nose.

Gridaksma gazes off into the distance.

Betlind nods emphatically.

Salvitoriel ponders.

Akeiro pulls Selame to him in a tight hug.

Elurora whispers something to Gridaksma.

Akeiro takes a sip of his rum.

Sothios ponders.

Salvitoriel peers quizzically at you.

Crobin ponders finger waggling

You say, "I call upon the provincial governments to enact new public works projects to improve the lives of all, especially those most unfortunate among us, so that they not be disenfranchised and feel they have nowhere else to turn but to the darkness, and the void. For that is the true disease which necromancers are only a symptom of, the creation of a place where some have no home."

Leayne gives Crobin a gentle poke in the ribs.

Ezerak says, "I'll drink to that."

Raising his Howling Coyote rum to you, Ezerak gives you a toast. Cheers!

Alanarue nods to you.

Selame trills softly at Akeiro.

Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.

Jaelia gives you an emphatic nod.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.

Gridaksma whispers something to Elurora.

Iconn smirks.

Raising his Black Fox coffee to you, Kethrai gives you a toast. Cheers!

You clear your throat.

Miskton takes a sip of his rum.

You smile.

Elurora flashes a quick grin at Gridaksma.

Sothios says, "Im not sure what makes you think they want to come back, we under the eyes of the imortals are slaves to them, we require their favor, the necros are truely free."

Sothios says, "They dont need acceptance."

You grunt at Sothios.

You say, "Thank you, everyone. Please join me by the fountain now for further discussion. Just outside and then to the south."

You nod to Sothios.

Gridaksma chortles softly at some secret joke.

Eonon joins your group.

Elurora looks at you and applauds!

Mother Jaelia goes out.

Kethrai takes his rightful place beside you.

Tirost joins your group.

Nawain joins your group.

Salvitoriel ponders.

Raising his Reserve ale to you, Tirost gives you a toast. Cheers!

Ahneya goes out.

Imroth joins your group.

Lycette smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Elurora adds Gridaksma to her group.

Alanarue joins your group.

You nod to Tirost.

Truthseeker Elurora goes out, leading her group.

Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.

Levinas joins your group.

Etasia stands up.

Ezerak joins your group.

(Betlind sharply pivots to face Anuril, giving him a deep bow.)

Navesi joins your group.

Tirost smiles at Etasia.

Salvitoriel joins your group.

You smile at Betlind.

Lycette joins your group.

You hug Betlind who gives you a smile in return. A faint scent of forge fires clings to her skin.

Aratasa stands up.

Miskton joins your group.

Aratasa goes out.

Fox Kit Ysindre goes out.

Xihlamia slinks out.

Ansara joins your group.

Crobin ponders.

Darkewolff stands up.

Transcendent Empath Leayne glides out, leading her group.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

You go out, leading your group.

[Asemath Academy, Northern Walkway]

You stand on some sort of stone walkway. There are pleasantly scented flowers nearby and in the distance, you can hear a fountain splashing.

Also here: Knight of Meraud Tirost, Black Fox Lycette who is orbited by twinkling starlit galaxies, Musical Enthusiast Ansara, Philomath Miskton, Heart Tender Kethrai, Newswoman Navesi, Mountain Lord Ezerak, Shield Maiden Betlind, Salvitoriel, Exile's Bane Eonon, Sfarns del Dzive Nawain, Vice-Speaker Levinas, Dreadnaught Imroth who is shrouded in a swirling dark green and purple miasma, Shadow's Touch Alanarue, Fearless Crobin, Transcendent Empath Leayne, Fox Kit Ysindre, Aratasa and Snugglebug Hugglebug.

Obvious paths: north, northeast, south, northwest.

Favored Desimone just arrived.

Aratasa goes south.

Fox Kit Ysindre goes south.

Favored Desimone goes south.

Imroth laughs!

You go south, leading your group.

[Asemath Academy, Central Fountain]

A fountain gurgles cheerfully somewhere nearby and the scent of plants and flowers fills the night air. You stand in a large open space but you can sense the presence of buildings nearby. You also see Ozursus.

Also here: Shadow's Touch Alanarue, Dreadnaught Imroth who is shrouded in a swirling dark green and purple miasma, Vice-Speaker Levinas, Sfarns del Dzive Nawain, Exile's Bane Eonon, Salvitoriel, Shield Maiden Betlind, Mountain Lord Ezerak, Newswoman Navesi, Heart Tender Kethrai, Philomath Miskton, Musical Enthusiast Ansara, Black Fox Lycette who is orbited by twinkling starlit galaxies, Knight of Meraud Tirost, Favored Desimone, Fox Kit Ysindre, Xihlamia, Mother Jaelia who is emanating a benevolent holy aura, Lord of Elamiri Gridaksma, Truthseeker Elurora whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light and Ahneya.

Obvious paths: north, east, south, west.

You notice as a storm-grey cat with gold-flecked crystal blue eyes prances into the area.

Transcendent Empath Leayne just arrived, leading her group.

Jaelia grins at Gridaksma.

Coethi just arrived.

You nod.

Zaydencus just arrived.

You say, "Here we are."

Iconn just arrived.

Coethi joins your group.

Tirost scratches his storm-grey cat.

Iconn stumbles east.

Fox Kit Ysindre goes east.

Eonon chuckles at Nawain.

The storm-grey cat sits down.

Soul Surgeon Zynell just arrived, leading her group.

Imroth takes a sip of his rum.

Lycette pulls Levinas to her in a tight hug.

The storm-grey cat purrs, "They would not allow me into the hall."

Lycette totters off dragging an expensive looking rug behind her, rolled up haphazardly with a bizarre-looking bulge in the middle.

Bridge Completionist Xadon just arrived.

Tirost grins.

Primal Lady Zalinyar just arrived.

Ansara kisses Xadon. And she doesn't seem to want to stop.

Black Fox Xionara just arrived, leading her group.

Tirost says, "You missed a facinating talk."

You ask Sothios, "You were saying about... the views of some that we are merely pawns of the immortals?"

Xadon smirks.

Elurora chews on her lip, looking deep in concentration.

You nod to Zalinyar.

Sothios says, "I was."

Field Medic Darkewolff just arrived, leading his group.

A storm-grey cat curls up and takes a nap.

You notice as a black panther slinks into the area.

Sothios asks, "You require favor correct?"

Kethrai says, "That kind of objection might make sense when it comes to the Philosophers."

Nawain cheerfully exclaims, "Nope!"

Sothios says, "You require acceptance."

Zynell says to Sothios, "Do not forget the immortals being petulant children."

Zynell nods to Sothios.

Imerald just arrived.

Nawain says, "No one requires Favor to live."

You say, "Require is a strong word but, I benefit from the favors I have received, yes."

Etasia leans on Darkewolff.

Kethrai says, "But, I've seen that the ones who go deeper into demon worship... simply trade one set of masters for another."

Elurora slowly says to Sothios, "Maybe they don't feel the need to be accepted, but I don't see any issue with suggesting we try to solve things with a bit less violence and try to be understanding."

Ahneya asks, "The immortals pick and choose, do they not, not all are allowed more life?"

Gridaksma gets a weasel skeleton from inside his arm pouch.

Gridaksma holds his weasel skeleton to his shoulder, and it clambers up silently to a perched position.

You say to Ahneya, "Aye that is true, how they make their selection is... mysterious."

Jaelia nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Xadon says, "I require nothing but myself, and my own will."

Levinas calmly says, "Heralds."

Xadon smiles.

You give Xadon a slight nod.

Jaelia waves to Xadon.

Xadon says, "Hello Everyone."

Kethrai says, "Agalea said as much and in as many words. Called herself a priestess of her patron, and said it wasn't much different from when she was a cleric."

Ansara smirks at Xadon.

Black Fox Sonatina just arrived.

Xadon says, "Im Xadon, im the necromancer they are all warning you about."

Elurora gives Kethrai a slight nod.

Eonon laughs!

Salvitoriel laughs!

Elurora looks at Betlind, obviously trying not to grin.

Elurora covers her mouth with her hand.

Levinas calmly says, "Never heard of you."

Elurora giggles.

Gridaksma says to Xadon, "Seen better."

Xadon smiles.

Alanarue grins, revealing her dimples.

Jaelia nods at Gridaksma, obviously agreeing with his views.

Xionara twitches an ear nervously.

Xadon says, "So have i."

Etasia smiles at Xadon, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Salvitoriel nods in agreement.

Xionara lashes her tail.

Xadon winks at Gridaksma.

Crobin flicks one ear back as though listening for something.

Meganlique pats Xionara on the back.

Gridaksma slowly says, "Killed better."

You say to Xadon, "But by refuting the immortals and practicing magics they abhor, you put yourself at odds with the rest of society."

Nawain says to Xadon, "You're a Prydean. A necromantic Prydean."

Nawain observes Xadon with fascination.

Xadon says, "So have I."

Xadon nods to Gridaksma.

Xadon says, "I am."

Kethrai quietly says to Nawain, "Not as uncommon as you'd think, or hope."

Crobin nods to Kethrai.

Xadon says, "An this wasnt the life i chose."

Nawain says to Kethrai, "Still disgusting, every single time."

Xionara lays her ears back and hisses angrily.

Xadon says, "This is what i was made into."

Black Fox Sonatina slinks north.

Sfarns del Dzive Nawain rushes east.

Etasia peers quizzically at Xadon.

Leayne hugs Crobin, who wraps his arms around Leayne with a warm smile.

You ask Xadon, "Made into? What do you mean by that?"

Sothios smiles.

Xionara's ears droop for a moment.

Long Sticka Morlokk just arrived.

Xionara lays her ears back and hisses angrily.

Crobin hugs Leayne, who wraps her arms around Crobin with a warm smile.

Xionara paces back and forth.

Etasia nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Gridaksma says, "If you wish to stop necromancers from popping up, close the schools of magic."

Etasia raises an eyebrow in Xadon's direction.

You smile at Gridaksma.

Zynell grins at Gridaksma.

Gridaksma says, "Warrior, Moon and Clerical mages are the training grounds."

Imroth ponders.

Etasia frowns.

Xadon says, "I mean my parents were killed when i was young."

Zynell nods at Gridaksma, obviously agreeing with his views.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

Xadon says, "I was taken in."

You say to Gridaksma, "In the times of the clans, long before the guilds, black fire was discovered which many believe to have been a high sorcery."

(Crobin listens to the talk watching the group)

Desimone takes a bite of the cheesecake.

Gridaksma says to you, "I have never met a necromancer trained by any but those three guilds."

You say to Gridaksma, "I do not think a lack of guild practitioners will end sorcery."

Gridaksma says, "And I've met many of the great ones."

Xionara softly says to Xadon, "You sure were."

Xadon smiles at Xionara.

You nod to Xadon.

Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.

Xionara takes a sip of her Schnapps.

You say to Xadon, "I see. I am sorry to hear that. It must have been difficult for you."

Imroth takes a sip of his rum.

Tirost says, "There are certainly necromancers who never entered those guilds."

Etasia nods to Tirost.

Gridaksma asks Tirost, "Any of much value?"

Xadon says, "We arent as bad as some of you think But you havent taken the time to get to know us."

You nod to Xadon.

Gridaksma asks, "Or are they the children playing with tinders?"

Xadon says, "Of course there are the bad apples."

Grey Empath Akeiro just arrived, leading his group.

Tirost asks, "Most certainly. Do you know of Osven?"

Puppet Master Ezustrea just arrived.

Xadon says, "Just like in any other guild."

Morlokk nods at Xadon, obviously agreeing with his views.

Akeiro stands near Selame.

Gridaksma snickers.

Akeiro leans on Selame.

Ansara rubs Xadon's back.

Desimone says, "You're basically just really good at recyling. Rather commendable really."

Kethrai says, "I don't know that I've ever heard of Sidhlot having belonged to a guild."

Desimone smiles at Xadon.

Xadon says, "Your "halipa" as you call him."

Eonon grins at Desimone.

Miskton takes a sip of his rum.

Morlokk laughs at Desimone.

Xadon says, "He has a very colorful past."

You dryly say to Xadon, "So I've heard."

Jaelia says, "Gridaskma is right. The Immortals are very firm that Necromancy is their issue, not sorcery. Unless it is Sorcery that verges on that area. And even it seems it is the Heralds who care a lot more about the Sorcery that could rip at the fabrics of the world. I am sorry some of you experienced the demon lords they enslave themselves - and that is Important. But beyond those rare big events, it is the Community and our world as it is now that matters most. And the changes that are to be made are by Us - not the Rulers. And some of us have been at the end of the Inquistion without having Anything to do with Necrmoancy. The inqusition lends itself to sympathy for what is problematic."

Xadon says, "He was once not welcome in the town which he now calls home."

Xadon says, "There are bad people in all guilds."

Elurora nods at Xadon, obviously agreeing with his views.

Etasia says, "He is a brilliant mage, if i might say."

Xionara nods.

You say to Xadon, "But he has reformed himself."

Xadon says, "He is."

Alanarue takes a bite of the pastry.

Xadon nods.

Etasia nods at Xadon, obviously agreeing with his views.

Xadon says, "But you judge a whole in the acts of a few."

Desimone takes a bite of the cheesecake.

You say to Xadon, "Anyone can return to the path..."

Xadon nods to you.

Gridaksma asks Tirost, "Do you truly know Osven's past?"

Xadon asks, "Why would i want to return to an immortal when i live truely free?"

Zalinyar leans on Leayne.

Ahneya says to Jaelia, "Would you like to be a bard, I have never seen so many words spoken in one breath."

Crobin says, "Many are judged by the ways of a few."

Kethrai says, "There are bad people in all guilds. Not all guilds wield magic that by its nature -- not as a side effect, its nature -- perverts the energy of life and weakens the bounds of our plane. Nor regularly truck with those demons that live outside it and wish to see it split open and feast on its entrails."

Crobin says, "I hate to say it."

Ahneya smiles at Jaelia.

Elurora whispers something to Ahneya.

Etasia appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Xadon nods to Crobin.

Crobin says, "But many who see someone doing a bad thing, and are a part of a group."

Crobin says, "Makes for a whole group to get a bad name."

Primal Hotshot Kaeylie just arrived.

Kaeylie joins Eonon's group.

You notice as a spotted leopard slinks into the area.

Crobin says, "Something that needs to be worked on in my eyes."

Tirost says, "He was not my intimate friend, but I have seen the visions of the knot, and spoken with those who knew him."

Eonon smiles at Kaeylie.

Jaelia says to Ahneya, "I am not nearly pretty or talented enough to to be a bard."

Eonon catches Kaeylie up in a fierce embrace, swinging her around exuberantly.

Kaeylie smiles at Eonon.

Xadon says, "All I ask is , before you judge... get to know what you are judging."

Xadon nods.

Levinas calmly says, "Unfortunately, the nature of social beings."

Xadon says, "Im free to speak any time."

Zynell asks, "Have we made mention that not all follow the demonic or redemption paths? what does the tempered compassion ethics say of those?"

Kaeylie wraps her arm around Eonon's shoulder in a friendly hug.

Leayne blinks at Crobin.

Xadon says, "And we aren't all monsters."

Gridaksma chuckles at Tirost.

Zynell angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at you.

Akeiro leans over and scratches Selame's back.

Ahneya says to Jaelia, "You think to highly of them."

Gridaksma waves his hand distractedly.

Crobin angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Leayne.

Xionara softly says, "That is a possibility."

You say to Xadon, "What Kethrai says is true... your magic is inherently more dangerous to the world."

Xadon says, "Cant say one person in the room has been harmed by me."

Xadon says, "Helped maybe."

Xadon nods.

Gridaksma asks you, "Than what?"

Xionara glances at Xadon.

Selame trills softly at Akeiro.

You say to Gridaksma, "Than the recognized guilds' magics."

Imroth nods to Gridaksma.

Kaeylie snickers.

Kaeylie pets her spotted leopard.

Gridaksma says, "Warrior Mages are as big of a threat to our existance."

Xadon says, "Thats all i have to say, thanks for listening."

Alanarue says, "I feel we judge many too harshly. It seems that we should make our decisions upon the individuals and not the whole. That is my take."

You decline Xadon's offer to shake hands.

Crobin ponders.

Etasia sighs.

Levinas bows.

Jaelia nods to Alanarue.

Elurora nods to Alanarue.

Eonon grins at Kaeylie.

Eonon snuggles up to Kaeylie.

Xadon nods to Alanarue.

Kaeylie snuggles up to Eonon.

You say to Zynell, "I am aware of those who do not follow demons but do not seek redemption from the immortals, yes. I feel that they are still a danger to society and hope they will return to the immortals."

Crobin nods to Alanarue.

You nod to Xadon.

Eonon grins at Kaeylie.

Crobin says, "I have seen many people grow in the ways of what many call."

Crobin says, "Dark Magic."

Crobin says, "Or Necromancy."

Akeiro casually observes the area.

Akeiro clears his throat.

You observe Crobin with fascination.

Crobin says, "One of my youngest friends took to that direction."

Kethrai angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Crobin.

Crobin says, "He took it for a different reason then most."

Xadon says, "I feel a warmage is just as much of a danger , with your holes in the magical plaines and such."

Xadon nods to you.

Crobin says, "He was sick...and the Immortals were not able to help him."

Crobin says, "The empaths were unable to cure his body."

Crobin says, "So he found a way."

Jaelia says, "I think perhaps we expect a bit too much of our leadership. Community and helping and serving and assisting and even general kindness and understand - you don't even have to change. But it is your actions that matter. I like having less active formal Leaders. When they are more active - I did not like when the High Temple became a political position that ruled most of the Provinces and I'm a cleric."

Levinas calmly says, "I agree about warmages, but Im a biased moon mage."

Etasia ponders thoughtfully

Kaeylie snorts, loudly.

Tirost says to Xadon, "The gods seem to feel differently."

Crobin says, "A way to keep himself living to try and find a cure through the dark arts."

Selame squirms.

Morlokk shakes his head as if clearing it.

Crobin says, "I never judged him for the way he went about it."

Etasia says to Xadon, "It took more than just the war mages to create that hole."

Ears tilted forward, Selame curls her tail around Akeiro's waist loosely.

Xadon says, "Your gods, not the gods."

You say to Xadon, "The elemental planes are much closer to us than the Void, and elemental energies strengthen the boundaries of the planes as can be observed in the Zaulfun stones and the Zengmodaleth."

Crobin says, "Never did he kill another person."

Imroth nods to Crobin.

Eonon grins.

Ezerak says, "Whatabout, whatabout, whatabout. The whataboutisms are tiresome. I've known no Warrior Mages, save Lyras, that have consorted with demons."

Xadon says, "Your gods dont accept what dosent bow to them."

Xadon nods to Tirost.

Crobin says, "But he learned from the creatures he hunted, learned the ways of the body."

Kethrai nods to you.

Xadon says, "I bow to no one."

Xadon nods to Tirost.

Imroth laughs at Ezerak.

Crobin nods to Xadon.

Imroth exclaims, "That was one time!"

Gridaksma says to Ezerak, "They open and stabilize planes we should not be contacting."

Ansara squints at Xadon.

Eonon says, "Book was a war mage as I understand it."

Crobin says, "Many do not bow to people."

Eonon whistles a merry tune.

Xadon says, "Besides you Love."

Crobin says, "I was brought up a slave."

Gridaksma says, "Perhaps we haven't named their entities demons yet."

Xadon kisses Ansara. And he doesn't seem to want to stop.

Crobin says, "A house pet."

Crobin says, "I for one."

Ansara nods to Xadon.

Xadon grins.

Ansara kisses Xadon. And she doesn't seem to want to stop.

Ezerak says to Gridaksma, "But not the one that contains entities that seek to actively destroy us."

Crobin says, "Will never bow to another man."

Kethrai says to Eonon, "And a Philosopher of the Knife."

Leayne rubs Crobin gently, massaging his muscles.

Eonon nods to Kethrai.

Darkewolff chortles softly at some secret joke.

Desimone takes a sip of her milkshake.

Xadon says, "My wife, and an amazing Bardess."

Xadon gestures at Ansara.

Kethrai says, "So, one of those that, at least by their own principles, doesn't consort with demons."

Gridaksma says to Ezerak, "Apparently you missed the memo on how wrong that realm is for our types."

Ansara gives an awkward curtsy, nearly falling over!

Ezerak looks at Gridaksma and shrugs.

Xadon says, "She took the time to get to know a necro."

Xadon nods.

Morlokk slowly asks, "I know im a tog of lowly imoport, but this seems to be far more an issue of religion and what the immortals approve than high low or middle sorcery. with that i ask you this, would you rather a necromancer who deems all the gods immoral and hypocrite, or a thief devoted to damaris??"

You ponder.

Ezerak asks Gridaksma, "I saw into the Plane of Exile, did you?"

Morlokk slowly says, "Or even a paladin devoted to harawep."

Morlokk gets an aurulent wildling spider icon lambent with moonsilver from inside his war belt.

Gridaksma chuckles at Ezerak.

Morlokk just kissed an aurulent wildling spider icon lambent with moonsilver!

(Crobin stands behind Leayne still listening to the group)

Betlind grins at Morlokk, her dimples flashing into view.

Gridaksma says to Ezerak, "More than once."

Eonon says, "I think that's apples and oranges for a comparison."

Etasia leans on Darkewolff.

Leayne smiles at Crobin, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

(Crobin wraps his arms around Leayne's shoulders holding her to him)

Darkewolff smiles at Etasia.

Ezerak says, "I've also seen into the Plane of Electricity. And the Plane of Aether. Certainly not the same."

Sothios smirks.

Desimone takes a bite of the cheesecake.

Gridaksma says to Ezerak, "You understand so very little and call it safe."

Sothios says, "Im a thief devoted to Damaris."

Sothios leans on Morlokk.

Desimone says, "That's a good point. Asketi regularly murders us."

Zynell says to Morlokk, "My shadow are wonderful."

You gaze thoughtfully at Morlokk.

Levinas calmly says to Sothios, "Damaris never saw you."

Sothios asks, "You were saying?"

Kaeylie says, "I'd rather be kissed with the truth, then fed lies. At least a Necromancer, while to some may be vile. They hide not who or what they are for the convience of themseleves, no rather they do so for those mortals who choose to not understand."

Desimone says, "Who is the monster, then."

Kaeylie shrugs.

Sothios nods to Levinas.

Selame leans to her left slightly.

Sothios grins.

Morlokk slowly says, "As im a paladin devoted to harapwep."

Ezerak says to Gridaksma, "I am not saying it is safe, necessarily. Just not the same."

Alanarue stretches her arms.

Miskton says, "We'd all die in fairly short order if our plane didn't have some contact with the Elemental Planes. Lack of contact with the Spiritual Plane and Plane of Probability probably wouldn't be quite so immediately life threatening, but probably have their own complications."

Gridaksma says to Ezerak, "And each demon as they are named are not the same either."

Akeiro slowly empties his lungs.

Levinas nods at Miskton, obviously agreeing with his views.

Gridaksma says, "For that matter neither are the gods."

You say to Morlokk, "I would prefer the thief as they are not engaging in magics which have been shown to be extremely dangerous to all of society..."

Etasia smiles at Miskton, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Coethi goes west.

You nod to Miskton.

Ezerak says to Gridaksma, "It matters little. I've seen more than enough of the denizens of the Plane of Exile."

Kaeylie says, "All magics are inherintely dangerous, be it arcane, elemental or moon."

Kaeylie shrugs.

Xadon asks, "Like your fire rain?"

You nod at Ezerak, in complete agreement with his views.

Selame tries to grab Akeiro's arm, but misses by a mile.

Xadon asks, "Your chain lightning?"

Desimone takes a bite of the cheesecake.

Levinas calmly says, "We can go spell for spell, each guild their own."

Crobin says, "I find finger waggling...interesting and terrifying at the same time."

Akeiro leans on Selame.

Tirost grins at Crobin.

Leayne grins at Crobin, her dimples flashing into view.

Selame grabs Akeiro's hand and whimpers softly.

Kaeylie grins at Crobin.

Levinas calmly says, "Its trivial."

Miskton says, "Which is not to say that opening stronger connections haphazardly is a wise idea, of course. A campfire and a forest fire are not equally as useful."

Crobin winks at Tirost.

Tirost says to Crobin, "Fair assessment, my friend."

Xadon nods to Levinas.

Morlokk slowly says, "A thief using a khri to assasinate a politicians daughter to instill fear or blackmail is not of concern to society."

Crobin nods to Tirost.

Crobin says, "I mean really."

You say to Kaeylie, "But not in the same way. Comparing high sorceries to guild magics is a false equivalence."

Crobin says, "You can hurl a bolt of ligntning from out of no where."

Zalinyar quietly says to Crobin, "I felt that way about knitting when I tried it that one time."

Crobin says, "Or the Moon Mages who can travel across the planes in a matter of moments."

Ezerak nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Etasia laughs at Zalinyar.

Eonon gently kisses Kaeylie on the cheek.

Levinas calmly says, "Moments... sometimes longer though."

Etasia grins at Zalinyar, her dimples flashing into view.

Selame slowly empties her lungs.

Jaelia gestures.

Zalinyar winks at Etasia.

Kethrai asks Xadon, "I'm curious. You say you bow to no one, that includes demons?"

Eonon grins.

Akeiro takes a seat near Selame.

Xadon says, "Magic is just that, magic. Used in the wrong hands its dangerous."

Etasia appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Eonon catches Kaeylie up in a fierce embrace, swinging her around exuberantly.

Selame takes a seat near Akeiro.

Kaeylie says, "To whom, though, even the Immortals give lenicency to those whom we call Necromancers. Given freely a path to Redemtion, ,yet again and again they are harrassed, bullied and decried as foul."

Crobin nods to Xadon.

Morlokk slowly says, "Are we comparing magics or the requirement of society to bend to the immortals? Because that seems the discussion just being made inside."

Eonon grins.

Exile's Bane Eonon drifts east.

Crobin chuckles.

Salvitoriel says to you, "Well as entertaining as running in circles can be it's also rather tireing so I'm off to the cemetary to spar. It was a informative and thought provoking lecture thank you for putting it on."

Levinas calmly says, "Initially the latter but now the former."

Alanarue says, "My perspective may be in the minority here, but when it comes to sorcery.... I feel knowledge is power. If I am able to understand and dissect a 'sorcerous' spell or event, I can better prepare in defending against or protecting others from that particular brand of magic. I don't mind engaging in the practice so long as the examination is learning for the sake of the betterment of the community."

You say to Kaeylie, "Those whom the immortals have granted their favor should be accepted by all of us."

Akeiro wraps his arms lovingly around Selame, snuggling close.

You nod to Salvitoriel.

Etasia waves to Salvitoriel.

You extend your bared palms to Salvitoriel in wordless greeting. Salvitoriel places his palms over yours, completing the ritual.

Salvitoriel waves.

Selame leans over and scratches Akeiro's back.

Ahneya goes south.

Salvitoriel strides east.

Alanarue nods.

Kaeylie says, "Yet not all are, I have witnessed it myself."

Kaeylie shrugs.

You nod to Kaeylie.

Levinas nods to Alanarue.

Akeiro slowly empties his lungs.

Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.

Miskton says to you, "I would put some additional caveats there, but they aren't specific to necromancers."

Imroth says, "The path to power and knowledge has corrupted many."

You smile at Miskton.

Selame squirms.

Kaeylie says, "Tis the way of mortals, we choose to label that which we don't understand."

Levinas nods in agreement.

Crobin nods to Kaeylie.

Leayne leans on Crobin.

Crobin leans on Leayne.

Leayne nods to Crobin.

You say to Miskton, "Yes, I was speaking in the context of necromancers and our society..."

Kethrai says to Alanarue, "You and I are in a strange position when it comes to sorcery, though."

Akeiro takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Zalinyar says to Kaeylie, "And Judge."

Levinas calmly says, "Fear of the unknown is irrational, yet, here we are nonetheless."

Akeiro wraps his arms lovingly around Selame, snuggling close.

Zalinyar rolls her eyes.

Kaeylie says, "One need not agree with one's choice of guild, yet they are given by the immortals the right to make that choice."

Crobin says, "To be fair."

Kethrai says, "We have access to low sorcery, using other mana types for their own native spells. But there isn't an equivalent kind of high sorcery for us to practice."

Crobin says, "Where you are raised can also show you a different way to look into magics."

Ezerak nods at Miskton, obviously agreeing with his views.

Kaeylie says, "Who are we to question the will of the Immortals, the path the necromancer walks is that, theirs. And the Immortals have set them on it perhaps with divine intentions."

Akeiro offers Selame a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Selame kisses Akeiro on the nose.

You say to Alanarue, "You raise an interesting point, the Academy here will train you in all sorts of methods that will give you a better understanding of sorcery."

Selame accepts Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo.

Kethrai says, "Those are often the... stronger, riskier, more dangerous ones."

Jaelia says, "I appreciate Anuril opening the conversation to start. This is a long conversation and - many perspective and I'm glad to hear them all being discussed instead of us just hiding it under a rug. Things are very nuanced and multi-faceted."

Selame takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Xadon says, "We dont have high sorcery either."

You bow to Jaelia.

Xadon says, "We have our native spells."

Levinas nods in agreement.

Xadon nods to Crobin.

Gridaksma says, "It would be one thing to trust the immortals, but their mortal agents carry out their actions, and certainly don't have the best history of being right."

Levinas calmly says, "Much nuance."

Levinas nods to Jaelia.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Ezerak says to Xadon, "What you...do...is by definition High Sorcery."

Kethrai says to Xadon, "Every spell you practice is high sorcery."

Tirost guzzles down some of his ale and then smacks his lips and wipes them with his sleeve.

Zynell says, "No it is not."

Kethrai says, "You just... can't see the differences between the mana types, any more."

You ponder.

Selame offers Akeiro a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Desimone asks, "That gathering you went to Anuril, is that a regular gathering? Or could it be?"

Xadon says, "It isnt."

Akeiro accepts Selame's scarlet cigarillo.

Zynell says, "Only certain ones are truly high sorcery."

Xadon nods to Ezustrea.

Xadon nods to Ezerak.

You say to Desimone, "Sadly the one who organized it left on a journey that I am not sure they will return from."

Zynell says, "And most are otherwise low necromancy or low sorcery."

Desimone says, "Fostering communication, et cetera."

Desimone says, "Oh."

(Crobin starts to waggle his fingers but almost gets them tied in a knot)

Leayne grins at Crobin, her dimples flashing into view.

Tempest Knight Saragos just arrived.

Kaeylie snickers at Crobin.

Zalinyar grins at Crobin, her dimples flashing into view.

You say to Desimone, "That does not mean someone else won't pick up the torch, as it were."

Leayne waggles her fingers mystically at Crobin. How nice.

Elurora quietly says, "I think I need a chart to keep track of all the magic terms."

Elurora gazes up at the sky.

Tirost smiles at Saragos.

You nod to Saragos.

Tirost bows.

Ezerak says to Xadon, "I've studied enough Arcana and Magical Theory. What you do is blending multiple mana types together. It is the definition of High Sorcery."

Xihlamia wryly says, "I need a tome of charts."

Tirost asks Saragos, "Fashionably late?"

Crobin leans on Tirost.

Ezerak shakes Saragos's hand.

Alanarue says, "And..... if one truly thinks about it... if the Immortals did not intend for us to learn some patterns of magic from others, then it would not be possible at all, regardless of runes, scrolls and other magical imbuements."

Crobin nibbles on Leayne playfully.

Elurora grins at Xihlamia.

Xadon asks, "You seem to be an expert, which of my spells do you think is high sorcery?"

Tirost grins at Crobin.

Xadon peers quizzically at Ezerak.

Saragos says to Tirost, "Something like that. I came as soon as my commitments would allow."

Saragos grins crookedly.

Tirost smiles.

Etasia smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Ezerak says to Xadon, "Any of them that blend multiple mana types."

Tirost nods to Saragos.

You ask Alanarue, "They are powerful but not, I think, omnipotent?"

Morlokk slowly says, "Its no secret i have a brother i love dearly, he chose a different path than i. for our fate dealt us, he has devoted his life to harming the immortals in any way he knows how, while helping any person in any way he can. i have chosen to appease the two gods i find most terrifying and useful, harawep and eylhaar. he is struck down by the gods hands quite often and jailed in the same cities he protects during invasion. I am welcomed in every city and have walked and supped with the baron himself. I would argue were fighting and killing each other over immortals who dont care for us. Only a mood change or bad mood seperates asketi from hodierna yet we act like theres 39 immortals not 13."

Xadon says, "I use arkane mana."

Crobin laughs at Jaelia.

Xadon asks, "Have you used a wand?"

Alanarue says, "Then that means they allow for us to make our own mind up."

Xadon peers quizzically at Ezerak.

Lazy curls of smoke drift off of Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo.

Zynell says, "Most of the necromantic spells blend two mana types. which is the definition of low sorcery."

You gaze thoughtfully at Morlokk.

Xadon nods to Zynell.

Kaeylie says, "Here's what I know, lives are meant to be lives and all should live it to the best of thier ability to please thier chosen immortal, or not if that be the case. The magics one chooses to follow, or path if you will were placed here with intention. Perhapsp by human hands, perhaps by Divine."

Elurora rubs her nose.

Etasia smiles at Morlokk, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Gridaksma nods to Elurora.

Kethrai says, "There's a bit of a terminology issue too, that some sources use low sorcery to refer to cross-mana use like when adventurers use spells from a different mana type, and high sorcery to mean mixtures of mana types."

Zynell says, "Some of the more intricate ones are high sorcery."

Kethrai says, "Some sources use low sorcery to mean mixing two or fewer mana types, and high sorcery to mean mixing three."

Zynell says, "But by definition not all necromancy falls under high sorcery."

Ezerak says to Xadon, "Ah, more whataboutisms. Wands are self-activating magical devices, and require no mana input from the user."

Kaeylie says, "Perhaps."

Kaeylie coughs.

Gridaksma whispers something to Elurora.

Lazy curls of smoke drift off of Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo.

You wince.

Xadon says, "My point."

Xadon nods to Ezerak.

Tirost says to you, "I must take my leave. Thank you for speaking on this, Anuril. It was facinating."

You say to Kethrai, "Perhaps I should have chosen different terms."

Akeiro hums happily to himself.

Xadon says, "You dont even use mana."

You nod to Tirost.

Coethi just arrived.

Xadon says, "But can with devices."

Xadon nods.

Etasia smiles at Tirost, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Etasia waves to Tirost.

Saragos nods to Zynell.

Tirost says to Navesi, "Thanks for teaching. It's been good to see you."

Tirost waves to Etasia.

Zynell nods.

Ezerak says to Xadon, "On the contrary, I use mana frequently."

Navesi nods to Tirost.

Xionara's ears perk up happily.

Selame gazes thoughtfully at Akeiro.

Tirost says to Etasia, "Till our next adventure."

Xadon smiles.

Etasia grins at Tirost, her dimples flashing into view.

Tirost smiles at Betlind.

Betlind hugs Tirost, who wraps his arms around Betlind with a warm smile.

Etasia says, "Indeed."

Saragos quickly salutes Tirost by bringing two fingers to his brow.

Tirost hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Elurora looks at Gridaksma and shrugs.

Primal Hotshot Kaeylie patters east.

Betlind smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Xionara waves to Tirost.

Xadon says, "Of course you do."

A light haze of smoke wafts off Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo.

Xadon smiles.

Tirost waves to Xionara.

Tirost says to Xionara, "I will see you around, I hope."

Zynell says to you, "Would have been wise to use other terms if you had not intended to misslabel a whole guild."

You say to Xadon, "I would have to say that from what I know... which isn't much, at least some of your spells are what I called in my talk: high sorcery."

Tirost says to Kethrai, "Take care, Kethrai."

Kethrai bows to Tirost.

Crobin waves to Kethrai.

Tirost waves.

Crobin hugs Kethrai, who wraps his arms around Crobin with a warm smile.

You say to Zynell, "I defined my terms so... At least I was clear on what -I- meant."

Knight of Meraud Tirost drifts east.

Xadon says, "Any time you like."

Alanarue says, "One moment."

Xadon nods to you.

Leayne hugs Kethrai, who wraps his arms around Leayne with a warm smile.

Alanarue points east.

Shadow's Touch Alanarue sashays east.

Xadon says, "We can speak and i can demonstrate."

Xadon nods.

You give Xadon a slight nod.

Zynell says, "That is not usually what people take away when terms are otherwise used."

You say to Xadon, "Thank you for the offer, I will consider it."

Selame wraps her arms lovingly around Akeiro, snuggling close.

Xadon says, "No danger to you or anyone else of course."

Xadon nods to you.

You give a slight nod.

Crobin laughs at Jaelia.

Akeiro takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Imroth says, "Well, thank you for the discussion. It is a strange topic."

Akeiro offers Selame a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Ansara says to Navesi, "I'd like to introduce to you my husband, finisher of the Theren Bridge, and renoun necromancer."

You smile at Imroth.

Selame accepts Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo.

Ansara gestures at Xadon.

Imroth snaps to attention and hails you with a crisp hand salute.

Navesi raises an eyebrow.

Gridaksma just edged a little closer to the Void!

Xadon smiles at Navesi.

You say to Imroth, "Thank you for listening."

Xionara twitches an ear nervously.

Xadon bows to Navesi.

Navesi says, "Mm. I see."

Selame kisses Akeiro on the nose.

Xadon says, "A pleasure Ma'am."

Ansara says to Navesi, "Who everyone interviewed in your article knew about but refused to speak about or to."

Lazy curls of smoke drift off of Selame's scarlet cigarillo.

A pained expression crosses Saragos's face.

Xionara softly says, "That's curious."

Selame takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Navesi says, "I'd have to check my notes to see if a name was mentioned, but not that I recall."

Levinas signals his departure with a courteous bow, and then is simply gone -- in what direction, or by what means, you cannot say for sure.

Zalinyar asks Crobin, "Can I drink yet?"

Morlokk flails his arms about.

Zalinyar peers quizzically at Crobin.

Saragos asks Xadon, "What's your particular bent?"

Elurora quietly says, "I need to read this article."

Elurora jots down some notes.

Saragos gazes at Xadon.

Crobin nods to Zalinyar.

Etasia grins at Zalinyar, her dimples flashing into view.

Crobin says, "Of course."

Xadon shakes Saragos's hand.

Zalinyar takes a sip of her rum.

Xionara nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.

Xadon says, "Xadon."

Leayne peers quizzically at Crobin.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Xadon says, "A pleasure."

Zalinyar says to Crobin, "Thank Damaris."

Navesi says to Elurora, "It's available with the imps at present."

Crobin snuggles up to Leayne.

Ansara says to Navesi, "It is also documented in the logs that were placed in the librarys."

Dreadnaught Imroth goes east.

Zalinyar takes a sip of her rum.

Elurora nods to Navesi.

Crobin chuckles.

Elurora smiles at Navesi.

Crobin exhales softly on his sanowret crystal, and scintillating sparks of light dance across its surface.

Kethrai asks Xadon, "So, sorry, if I may ask again. You'd said you bow to no one, which I guess to include demons. This isn't just a matter of... terminology too, yeah? You don't... Exalt, follow, revere them, either?"

Miskton takes a sip of his rum.

Navesi nods.

Morlokk smiles at Ansara.

Xadon says, "I dont bow to demons either."

Morlokk smiles at Xadon.

Xadon nods to Kethrai.

Selame gazes at her cigarillo.

Navesi wryly asks Xadon, "Any particularly nefarious titles I should ascribe to you, Necromancer?"

Xadon says, "I answer to myself."

Xadon says, "And my wife."

Xadon grins at Ansara.

Kethrai says, "Interesting. I apologize for thinking otherwise of you, then."

Ansara says to Navesi, "Bridge Completionist Xadon."

Gridaksma says, "Good save."

Crobin nods to Leayne.

Xadon says, "Im not nefarious."

Selame quietly says to Xadon, "Good follow through."

Xadon looks at Navesi and shrugs.

Jaelia asks, "Autonomous Arcanist, perhaps?"

Saragos asks, "By 'what's your bent', I mean, do you consider yourself a Philosopher, or are openly doing the bidding of Demons?"

Elurora looks at Betlind, obviously trying not to grin.

Selame nods at Akeiro, obviously agreeing with his views.

Leayne nods to Crobin.

Selame fans herself.

(Coethi shifts uncomfortably and continues to watch the goings on in silence.)

Selame takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Betlind grins at Elurora, her dimples flashing into view.

Navesi nods to Ansara.

Xadon nods to Gridaksma.

Selame offers Akeiro a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Akeiro accepts Selame's scarlet cigarillo.

Xadon says, "Smart."

Akeiro takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Navesi stiffly says, "Noted."

Xadon taps his head.

Xionara paces back and forth.

Kethrai says to Xadon, "I'd heard it said once that you were an apprentice of Nefis, who himself was a follower of the Manifold."

Xadon says, "Was."

You observe Xadon with fascination.

Ezustrea just left.

Xadon says, "We have parted ways."

Miskton takes a sip of his rum.

Xionara softly says, "Nefis..."

Ansara says to Navesi, "And we are open to interviews and available for comment."

Xadon says, "My path was not his."

Kethrai nods to Xadon.

Xadon nods.

Navesi says, "Feel free to give your comment now."

Xionara paces back and forth.

Kethrai says, "I'm frankly glad to hear it."

Jaelia smiles warmly towards Coethi and makes a small gesture towards the food and drink on the picnic cloth, then a nod of acknowledgement.

Gridaksma whispers something to Elurora.

Xadon nods to Kethrai.

Ansara says, "Nefis was good with his words."

Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo goes out and crumbles away.

Jaelia offers Coethi a glass of mocha milkshake.

Xadon says, "And his work."

You nod at Kethrai, in complete agreement with his views.

Navesi asks Ansara, "Are you, too, a Necromancer?"

Jaelia offers Coethi a slice of pecan fudge brownies.

Selame rubs Akeiro gently, massaging his muscles.

Xadon says, "But it wasnt for me."

Akeiro says, "I fought him a few times."

Ansara says, "Learned a lot of prose, not so much of the rhyming though."

Navesi gets a slender oak-bound volume incised with "The First Land Herald" from inside her canvas rucksack.

Navesi gets a pristine goose feather quill from inside her black coat.

Coethi accepts Jaelia's pecan fudge brownies.

Navesi gently flattens her open volume.

Miskton nods politely.

Ansara says to Navesi, "Working on being a Bardess."

Miskton gestures.

A blinding flash of light explodes into existence! As it fades, you notice that Miskton is gone.

Leayne nods to Crobin.

Ansara says to Navesi, "I have a concert upcoming."

Morlokk shakes his head at Desimone.

Navesi gazes silently at Ansara.

Selame lets out a hearty cheer for Ansara!

Zalinyar grins at Ansara, her dimples flashing into view.

Akeiro touches Ansara on the wrist with two fingers.

Desimone nods to Morlokk.

Ansara says, "It'll be my second one."

Xadon smirks.

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

[Asemath Academy, Central Fountain]

A fountain gurgles cheerfully somewhere nearby and the scent of plants and flowers fills the night air. You stand in a large open space but you can sense the presence of buildings nearby. You also see a bright yellow plaid cloth with several things on it and a black panther that is sitting.

Also here: Coethi, Tempest Knight Saragos who has a fiery visage, Blood Dancer Selame who is sitting, Grey Empath Akeiro who is sitting, Long Sticka Morlokk, Imerald, War Wizard Etasia, Field Medic Darkewolff, Warder Meganlique, Black Fox Xionara, Primal Lady Zalinyar, Bridge Completionist Xadon whose form is orbited by an array of unblinking sanguine eyes, Shadow Mage Telamont who is wreathed in Katamba-black shadows, Sothios who is engulfed by a tsunami of cerulean light, Soul Surgeon Zynell who is crowned by a ring of glimmering stars, Zaydencus, Fearless Crobin, Transcendent Empath Leayne, Shield Maiden Betlind, Mountain Lord Ezerak, Newswoman Navesi, Heart Tender Kethrai, Musical Enthusiast Ansara, Favored Desimone, Xihlamia, Mother Jaelia who is emanating a benevolent holy aura, Lord of Elamiri Gridaksma and Truthseeker Elurora whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light.

Obvious paths: north, east, south, west.

Elurora flashes a quick grin at Gridaksma.

Ansara curtsies awkwardly to Akeiro, trying to keep her balance.

Akeiro nods to Ansara.

You softly say, "I wonder if that drink table is still in the hall..."

Gridaksma whispers something to Elurora.

Kethrai says to Ansara, "I'd heard you described as Nefis' apprentice too, actually, at the time. But also parted ways."

Kethrai angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Ansara.

Elurora giggles at Gridaksma.

Coethi says to Jaelia, "Thank you."

Navesi says to Ansara, "Well if either of you have a comment, now is the time."

Gridaksma grins at Elurora.

Jaelia says to Coethi, "It is nice to see you here. Thank you for coming out."

Ansara says to Kethrai, "You ever hear the man speak, good for working on public speaking and performing."

Jaelia smiles at Coethi.

Xadon says, "What would you like a comment about."

Xadon smiles at Navesi.

Ozursus walks quietly into the area.

Kethrai says, "I have, and I agree. Remarkably persuasive fellow."

Etasia pets her black panther.

Elurora gets a goblet of strawberry wine from inside her square lunchbox.

You accept Elurora's offer and are now holding a goblet of strawberry wine.

Gridaksma says to Navesi, "The time is always now, part of how time works."

Elurora flashes a quick grin at you.

You say to Elurora, "Bless you."

Ansara says to Xadon, "Your bridge was what had me looking for her, you were not mentioned in the article."

Betlind flashes a wide grin.

You take a sip of the wine.

Ansara nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Xadon says, "Necro's not as bad as ya think... Just ask Xadon."

Elurora quietly says to you, "Probably not your preferred, but it's all I had."

Xadon nods to Navesi.

You grin at Elurora.

Xionara flicks her ears back in obvious annoyance.

Coethi says to Jaelia, "Thank you. It's quite a lot of people here."

Zynell leans back against Sothios with a loving smile.

Navesi says, "I don't need one, but if you wish to supply one about the bridge, it will be noted. Though I never guarantee it will go into the paper. That depends on space and other editing factors."

Selame gasps at Akeiro!

Xadon says, "Oh, i placed the last stone."

You praise Coethi's efforts, supporting him with your approval.

You pat Coethi on the back.

You say to Coethi, "Good to see you again."

Navesi lightly says to Gridaksma, "Indeed. I didn't know you were one for plays on words."

Kethrai asks you, "Didn't you launch the final blow that drove Jeihrem back to his keep?"

Gridaksma says, "I think the real investigation should be why it took Therengia so long to learn how to build a bridge."

Xadon says, "I am the Bridge Completionist."

Xadon nods to Navesi.

Kethrai says to you, "Oughta get yourself a title too. Lich Slayer Anuril."

Selame begins chortling at Gridaksma.

Navesi nods to Xadon.

Xadon nods to Gridaksma.

Etasia grins at Kethrai, her dimples flashing into view.

Xionara begins chortling at Gridaksma.

Betlind begins chortling at Kethrai.

Ozursus walks out of the area, robes shuffling along the ground.

Navesi nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Crobin snuggles up to Leayne.

Morlokk slowly says, "More importantly he owns therengia."

Etasia grins at Betlind, her dimples flashing into view.

Xadon says, "Have to slay a lich fer the title."

Leayne smiles at Crobin, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Kethrai gazes up at the sky.

Leayne wraps her arms lovingly around Crobin, snuggling close.

Xadon says, "J is alive and well."

Gridaksma says to Xadon, "I've done that."

Xadon nods to Kethrai.

Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.

You say to Kethrai, "Well, yes I suppose if we're talking about who got the last hit in... it was me."

You say, "That's a bit like laying the last stone in a bridge."

You ponder.

Xadon says, "But... dont follow him either."

Ansara says to Navesi, "He withstood lots of threats and violence and it was his genius that found the perfect stone for placing."

Saragos grins at you.

Navesi sweetly asks Xadon, "How is his puddle-dom doing? Formed limbs again yet?"

Xadon says, "He didnt like when i told him that."

Ezerak says to Xadon, "I suppose if you call what he is alive."

Xadon shudders.

Saragos asks you, "Should I start calling you Lichbane?"

Navesi nods to Ansara.

You look at Saragos and sigh.

You grin.

Navesi writes something on a page in her oak-bound volume.

Navesi says to Saragos, "I like it."

Desimone takes a bite of the cheesecake.

You say to Saragos, "I won't disagree."

Kethrai asks Xadon, "Out of curiosity, are you aligned with the Philosophers? Or just... striking out on your own?"

Zalinyar says, "It would be a good name for the sword that delivered the blow."

Zalinyar nods to you.

Xadon says, "I have no alignment."

Kethrai nods to Xadon.

Ansara beams in loving admiration at Xadon!

Ansara says, "Cept to me."

You say to Zalinyar, "Oh it was one of those lava javelins, you know the ones..."

Ansara flirts with Xadon. Xadon smiles slowly, giving Ansara his full attention.

Xadon says, "Yup."

Saragos snorts, loudly.

Kethrai says, "And your wife."

Kethrai nods to Xadon.

Xadon nibbles on Ansara affectionately.

Zalinyar grins at you, her dimples flashing into view.

Xadon nods to Kethrai.

Selame smiles at Ansara.

Xadon grins.

Ansara winks at Selame.

Saragos asks Xadon, "Put it this way. You out for yourself, or are you running errands for Demons?"

Selame nods to Ansara.

Ansara says to Selame, "Gotta keep em in line ya know."

Kethrai says to you, "I do honestly miss the Forums, strange as it is to say. I learned a lot at every single one."

Xadon says, "I run errands fer my wife."

Xadon nods to Saragos.

Gridaksma says to Saragos, "You sound like Tallis talking to Khurek."

You nod at Kethrai, in complete agreement with his views.

Crobin chuckles.

Jaelia laughs!

You say to Kethrai, "It was an unparalleled resource.."

Selame grins at Ansara.

Jaelia laughs!

Xadon says, "I dont follow a "god" or a "demon."

Xadon nods to Saragos.

Kethrai says, "Somehow, when they had Cyrril to heckle, it made the other necromancers a lot more talkative."

Navesi says, "Run errands in between all the necromancy, of course."

You grin at Kethrai.

You cough.

Saragos asks Gridaksma, "Ok?"

Xadon asks, "Between my life?"

Xadon peers quizzically at Navesi.

Xadon says, "Yes."

Kethrai says, "Normally they'd be all coy and mysterious, but if they had a chance to correct Cyrril on some point of fact..."

Navesi raises an eyebrow in Kethrai's direction.

Elurora looks at Kethrai, obviously trying not to grin.

Ansara says to Xadon, "We are out of milk again."

Navesi asks, "Who's Cyrril?"

You blink at Navesi.

Jaelia says, "Listening to Tallis and Khurek speak made me ill from the start, and I imagine they would make me no less ill today."

Xadon asks, "You ever spent a Day with a Necro?"

Xadon peers quizzically at Navesi.

You say to Navesi, "The one who organized the meetings down in Ilithi that I spoke of attending, in my talk."

Navesi dryly says, "Just the one I was firing lava spears at."

You say to Navesi, "His name was Cyrril."

Saragos says, "Wasn't around to hear them speak to each other, so I couldn't say."

Xionara paces back and forth.

Xadon says, "I invite you to."

Zynell says, "Who had the worst filtering of truth i have ever seen."

Zalinyar asks Xadon, "Does it count if you didn't know they were a necromancer?"

Jaelia asks Xadon, "I would be willing, I spent enough time doing penance based on being labeled with their offenses, I can't imagine what more worse I could do?"

Zynell nods to you.

Xadon says, "Would be a great story."

Xadon nods.

Navesi says, "And a few who managed to conceal their taint long enough."

You ask Zynell, "Filtering?"

Navesi nods to you.

Xadon nods to Jaelia.

Navesi says, "I see."

Xadon says, "Any time you like."

Selame holds her hand up before her mouth and begins to cough, her shoulders shaking. Hope it's not contagious!

Jaelia nods to Xadon.

Akeiro grins at Selame.

Zynell says to you, "That one meeting he accepted any and every terrible idea thrown out to him as reasonable."

Ezerak says to Xadon, "I did. I broke his toes first, with a hammer. Seems they can't heal themselves without something dead around."

Ezerak appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Kethrai laughs!

Elurora blinks at Ezerak.

Kethrai asks Zynell, "Oh, the one about the philosophy of good and evil?"

Selame angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at Akeiro.

You say to Zynell, "Oh, hmm, I suppose he did have a very accepting attitude when he was trying to get a conversation going, that is true."

Zynell says to you, "Even if facts were explicitly against the idea."

Xadon says, "Not true."

Xadon gets a great chunk of mauler material from inside his night-black haversack.

You chuckle at Zynell.

Akeiro grins at Selame.

You nod to Zynell.

Selame laughs happily.

Xadon offers Ezerak a great chunk of mauler material.

Selame pulls Akeiro to her in a tight hug.

Zynell says to Kethrai, "That was the worst one, but it was every discussion."

Navesi grins at Ezerak.

Ezerak declines Xadon's offer.

Leayne smiles at Crobin, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Xadon smiles.

Xadon puts his material in his wyvern skull.

Kethrai says, "Yeah, it was pretty funny that there were some mutually exclusive ideas that he accepted and offered up one after the other."

Ezerak says to Xadon, "That's still a dead thing."

Xadon says, "A piece a one."

Xadon nods.

Kethrai says, "But... I guess he was trying to act more as facilitator than participant."

Navesi asks, "So what happened to this Cyrril?"

Desimone chuckles at Morlokk.

Zynell says, "It hindered learning."

Zynell nods to Kethrai.

Morlokk smiles.

Xadon says, "He was run off."

Xadon nods to Navesi.

Crobin chuckles at Leayne.

Leayne giggles at Crobin.

Zynell nods at Xadon, obviously agreeing with his views.

Selame winks at Akeiro.

Xadon says, "From people who dont understand Us."

Navesi says, "Mm."

You say to Navesi, "He told us he was going on a journey for personal resons and did not know if he would ever return. He did take us to a very interesting place though, for the last meeting..."

Zalinyar exclaims to Leayne, "I need to go let Doom out. See you two again soon!"

Zalinyar hugs Leayne, who wraps her arms around Zalinyar with a warm smile.

Ansara says to Xadon, "You could start them up again."

Zalinyar hugs Crobin, who wraps his arms around Zalinyar with a warm smile.

Morlokk nods at Desimone, obviously agreeing with her views.

Coethi takes a bite of the brownies.

Zalinyar waves.

Navesi nods to you.

Primal Lady Zalinyar strolls east.

Akeiro wraps his arms lovingly around Selame, snuggling close.

Xadon nods to Ansara.

Xadon says, "I may."

Xadon says, "All are invited."

Selame angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at Xadon.

Jaelia says, "Apologies for the Holy spells cast, they are only to keep my floaty orb friend full there is nothing I am going to d that is going to hurt anyone gathered."

Selame quietly asks Xadon, "Start what up again?"

Jaelia gestures over the shadowy orb, muttering tones of enchantment!

Xadon says, "Thats quite alright."

Navesi gazes at Jaelia.

Xadon nods to Jaelia.

Ansara says, "The necro talks."

Ansara nods to Selame.

Navesi says to Jaelia, "Don't ever apologize for honoring the Immortals."

Xadon says, "As you see , i didnt melt or die."

Leayne nods to Crobin.

Kethrai says, "I suppose they won't be called Philosopher's Forums any more."

Kethrai appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Xadon says, "Im quite ok."

Navesi gently closes a slender oak-bound volume incised with "The First Land Herald".

Jaelia says to Navesi, "I am trying to be polite to all gathered. There is time for Immortals, and time for Society, and we juggle both as clerics."

Navesi puts her volume in her black coat.

Navesi puts her quill in her black coat.

You smirk at Xadon.

Ezerak sarcastically says, "A damn shame."

Ansara asks Kethrai, "What name should we give em?"

Akeiro says to Kethrai, "I went to one of those meetings."

Xadon smiles at Ezerak.

Akeiro says, "Snacks were pretty good."

Kethrai looks at Ansara and shrugs.

Navesi says to Jaelia, "There's no need to be polite to Necromancers, certainly not at the expense of the Immortals."

Kethrai says, "Naming things is hard."

Leayne grins at Akeiro, her dimples flashing into view.

Elurora nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Crobin nods to Kethrai.

Morlokk sweeps a fine platinum chain strung with ilmenite cores and multi-faceted stormfire topaz beads off his head and in front of him in a large arc, fluidly stepping backward and bowing to Desimone at the same time.

Xadon says, "You dont have to like me."

Gridaksma glances at Elurora.

Crobin says, "I agree."

Xadon says, "Again."

Elurora flashes a wide grin at Gridaksma.

Zynell says, "There is always time to be polite."

Xadon says, "I dont require acceptace."

Zynell nods to Navesi.

Long Sticka Morlokk lurches east.

Navesi says to Zynell, "Respectfully disagree."

Selame leans over and scratches Akeiro's back.

Kethrai says, "I have a... personal anecdote, actually, on that..."

Coethi takes a bite of the brownies.

Elurora quietly says to Gridaksma, "Eskila keeps trying to get me to change Dog's name."

You observe Kethrai with fascination.

Gridaksma snickers at Elurora.

Betlind softly says, "Oh nugget..."

Etasia grins at Elurora, her dimples flashing into view.

Gridaksma says, "He seems to respond to it well enough."

Zynell says to Navesi, "Took the time to politely disagree."

Crobin nods to Leayne.

Kethrai says, "There is a necromancer, well, formerly one, who is a friend of mine."

Zynell winks at Navesi.

Zynell giggles.

Elurora nods at Gridaksma, obviously agreeing with his views.

Zynell playfully tilts her ears toward Navesi.

Navesi exclaims to Zynell, "You are not a Necromancer!"

Elurora grins at Etasia.

Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Kethrai.

Etasia grins at Elurora, her dimples flashing into view.

Zynell giggles at Navesi.

Selame peers quizzically at Kethrai.

Kethrai says, "She... struggled, quite a lot, with trying not to fall too far into the darkness, despite the demonic temptations to do so."

Xionara angles her ears forward in curiosity.

Jaelia asks Navesi, "But I'm not dishonoring the Immortals. I make no apologies for my spells, only that I am not looking to start something I am not going to finish or wanting to invite. That keeps me alive. And lines of communication open. And if lines of communication had been more open - perhaps the necromancer issue would not still be one, as minor as it seems now - 5 decades later?"

Navesi nods to Kethrai.

Elurora giggles at Etasia.

Akeiro asks Kethrai, "The one that cursed with gnomishness?"

Etasia appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Kethrai says, "I and some others, well... Tried to be compassionate with her, and forgiving, the times when she fell short."

Kethrai shakes his head at Akeiro.

Akeiro nods.

Leayne hugs Crobin, who wraps his arms around Leayne with a warm smile.

Kethrai says, "I eventually assisted her on her path back to the Immortals."

Gridaksma gazes thoughtfully at Kethrai.

Crobin snuggles up to Leayne.

Xionara angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at Kethrai.

Navesi says to Jaelia, "My advice is to keep your honor in the Immortals, and run away if you find yourself truly in danger. Not that you could be, with the Immortals to raise you again."

Leayne grins at Crobin, her dimples flashing into view.

Navesi nods to Kethrai.

Leayne wraps her arms lovingly around Crobin, snuggling close.

Jaelia grins at Navesi.

Xadon says, "Should you ever wish to not be a biggeted person, you are free to follow me around and see just how HORRIBLE a necro is."

Navesi says to Kethrai, "An honorable task."

Xadon nods.

Gridaksma says, "And neverforget the temple is not the immortals."

Zynell nods at Gridaksma, obviously agreeing with his views.

Ezerak snorts, loudly.

You ponder.

Zynell nods emphatically.

Jaelia says, "That is the wisest thing Spoken today, Thank you Gridaksma."

Zynell nods at Jaelia, obviously agreeing with her views.

Gridaksma says, "They also shouldn't let any of their inquisitors put dungeons under their bed."

Jaelia chortles softly at some secret joke.

Elurora grins at Betlind.

Xihlamia slinks east.

Leayne studies her diamond-hide almanac closely.

Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Gridaksma.

Saragos says, "Regarding communication, it's pretty simple to me. Those that call themselves Philosophers... I don't agree with, I think they're doing dangerous things, and I think they're fooling themselves if they believe they can get out clean. But the Perverse? I'm not sure what sort of conversation you can have with them. They're serving the wolves at our door, the things that, if they get their way will end it all."

Gridaksma nods to Akeiro.

Leayne nods to Crobin.

Elurora asks Xadon, "Is your offer open to anyone?"

Ezerak nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Jaelia nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Xadon nods to Elurora.

Elurora gives Xadon a slight nod.

Xadon says, "It is."

Desimone asks, "Yes, how do we sign up for 'A day with Xadon', to see what necromancers do?"

Crobin nods to Leayne.

Saragos says, "Regardless of anything else, if you like living life in a way that we understand it, helping Demons get their way is working against your own best interests. That's not religion, that's just sense."

Kethrai says, "Sorry, lost my train of thought. I guess, my point being."

Xadon says, "Just ask."

Leayne waves.

Xadon smiles.

Leayne softly says, "Be well all."

Jaelia beams at Leayne!

Jaelia waves to Leayne.

Betlind bows to Leayne.

Etasia nods to Leayne.

Zynell says to Saragos, "Plenty of conversation to be had, they are quite interesting and have pretty solid grasps on topics i find most anyone else lacking in."

Imerald wanders east.

Kethrai says, "Compassion and... politeness, even. May be worth offering."

Elurora nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Darkewolff nods to Leayne.

Kethrai says, "Even if you aren't sure the person ever really can come back from that dark place."

Darkewolff nods to Crobin.

Xadon nods to Kethrai.

Xadon says, "Always."

Transcendent Empath Leayne glides east, leading her group.

Gridaksma asks Saragos, "And if the temple asks you to further the necromantic cause in their name? Are you still evil?"

Xadon says, "As i have been polite to those here who dipise me because of my guild."

Akeiro nods to Selame.

Zynell says to Saragos, "My theurgy studies are vastly improved by conversations with the profane actually."

Xadon says, "But have never taken the time to speak to me."

Xadon nods to Kethrai.

Navesi says to Kethrai, "I support anyone who seeks redemption from the Immortals."

Selame stands up.

Selame dusts herself off.

Selame gazes down at the ground.

Akeiro grins at Selame.

Akeiro chuckles.

Xadon says, "So you support slavery."

Xadon nods.

Akeiro waves.

Etasia waves to Akeiro.

Xadon says, "Noted."

Akeiro waves to Etasia.

Etasia smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Ezerak looks over at Xadon and yawns.

Darkewolff smirks.

Xadon asks, "Sleepy?"

You say to Xadon, "I do not see how the analogy works as the immortals do not dictate my actions."

Xadon peers quizzically at Ezerak.

Jaelia says, "Also, you do have to understand, I was down with the let's kill all the necromancers at the start of the war with Lyras. It was that time and the aftermath that followed that made me tell the Princess after the Prince died - he died in Service of the Immortals, just like any other Immortal while she's grieving for herself and her children, and be very done with Political heads and figures of state and temple."

Zynell says, "Perhaps not obviously."

Xadon asks, "No? who is your immortal?"

Zynell nods to you.

Kethrai asks Xadon, "And for what it's worth, we're speaking right here and now, aren't we?"

Selame whispers something to Xadon.

Xadon nods.

You say to Xadon, "Hodierna."

Ezerak says to Xadon, "No, I just grow bored of hearing the same things over and over from Necromancers."

Xadon says, "You have been polite."

Saragos says to Zynell, "I'm sure they're quite witty, and you might even be able to learn a thing or two from them. But their very path in life is an existential threat. Man holding a knife to my throat can be witty too, but I've got bigger things to worry about at that point."

Xadon smiles at Kethrai.

Selame whispers something to Ansara.

Gridaksma says to Jaelia, "That was a trying time for many of us."

Saragos says to Gridaksma, "Not sure what you're on about. I'm no servant of the Temple."

Ezerak says, "I'll gladly admit that I have been less than polite."

Gridaksma says to Saragos, "I asked if one is still evil doing the will of the temple who speaks for the gods."

Ezerak says, "Because I've heard this all before."

Selame quietly says to Xadon, "For the record, I don't despise you."

Selame just hugged Xadon.

Selame just hugged Ansara.

Xadon smiles at Selame.

Xadon hugs Selame, who wraps her arms around Xadon with a warm smile.

"Burn him! Burn him!" You hear the cries echo around you as everyone in the vicinity immediately gives Xadon a wide berth!

Xadon says, "You have taken the time to know me."

Xadon says, "I must go."

Xadon waves.

Ezerak says, "Ah, good, there they are."

Kethrai gives Xadon a slight nod.

You nod to Xadon.

Akeiro leaps to his feet!

Bridge Completionist Xadon goes east.

Akeiro adjusts his fuzzy pajamas into place.

Etasia nods.

Darkewolff chuckles.

Selame sighs.

Ansara snickers.

Etasia grins at Darkewolff, her dimples flashing into view.

Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Selame.

Darkewolff says to Ezerak, "Don't hold back, tell us how you really feel."

Zynell asks Saragos, "How can you be certain if you do not know their path or how they follow their immortals?"

Darkewolff chuckles at Ezerak.

Saragos says to Gridaksma, "Sorry, you're over there using broad, general terms, and very clearly laying a trap, trying to get me to defend an organization I'm not part of. It's a dumb game, and I'm not playing."

Selame nods to Akeiro.

Jaelia says to Ezerak, "I don't like what the Necomancers do. I understand though. I think there a lines. And there are also things we don't do becasue we hold ourselves to higher standards to live society better for our future children and members, rather than the Temple and Khurek of Burn it down and torture people and do things that harm the future of society and create empathy for necromancers."

Ezerak chuckles.

Grey Empath Akeiro drifts east, leading his group.

Sothios smiles.

Ozursus walks quietly into the area.

Gridaksma says to Saragos, "I asked a simple question, it seems Gauthus isn't checking his recruits well anymore."

Gridaksma shrugs.

Ezerak says to Darkewolff, "I don't think I have to tell anyone where I stand on the subject, at this point."

Gridaksma says, "He used to even preach the immortals himself."

You say to Saragos, "I laregly agree with you about the philosophers... and I agree that we should strenuously resist the designs of those who follow demons, but if we are unwilling to extend a hand to them there is no chance they will ever turn back."

Darkewolff smiles at Ezerak.

Etasia peers quizzically at Gridaksma.

Saragos says to Gridaksma, "You're a funny man."

Sothios says, "Our kind was once hated as well."

Saragos winks at Gridaksma.

Ezerak chuckles.

Zynell rubs Sothios gently, massaging his muscles.

Darkewolff says to Ezerak, "Not at all. I just figred it would be nice to have a chuckle."

Elurora nods at Darkewolff, obviously agreeing with his views.

Zynell says to Sothios, "You are very loved now."

Ezerak grins at Darkewolff, his dimples flashing into view.

Ezerak pats Darkewolff on the back.

Kethrai says, "I think Anuril's thesis from the lecture is on point here..."

Zynell gently kisses Sothios on the cheek.

Sothios says, "I judge on actions not on guild."

You blink in amazement at Kethrai. Good heavens, dear!

Darkewolff asks Ezerak, "You gotta appreciate good comedy, right?"

Kethrai says, "I've heard so many very similar stories from different necromancers about how they came to it..."

Etasia nods to Sothios.

Ezerak says to Darkewolff, "Always, from all sources."

Jaelia says to Saragos, "I still think he's been around enough to be worth listening to."

Darkewolff nods to Ezerak.

You nod to Kethrai.

Kethrai says, "And often it comes down to, terrible things happened to me, and I want to fix them, or avenge them."

Jaelia nods to Kethrai.

Kethrai says, "Or... Terrible things happen to others, and how dare the Immortals not fix them."

Kethrai says, "And we may be able to head that off by... ensuring that fewer terrible things happen."

Elurora smiles at Kethrai.

Kethrai says, "To everyone, great and small."

Coethi takes a bite of the brownies.

Jaelia says, "We can choose to be better for the current and the future, or we can choose actions that will only keep the status quo or make it worse. Because our actions today paint our tomorrow."

Elurora nods to Kethrai.

You nod at Kethrai, in complete agreement with his views.
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{{Log
|date=2023-04-22
|gamedate=443-03-23
|eventname=The Looming Threat
|event_instance=DR
|pov=Anuril
|log=
You clear your throat.

You are Veteran Apprentice Anuril, Elemental Student of the Order of the Black Fox, an Elf.

You have a triangular face, pointed ears, gold-flecked amber eyes and a straight nose. Your platinum hair is long and straight, and is worn in a simple, pulled-back style held in place by a velvety black Mer'Kresh lightning rose cradled by wine jasper-dappled leaves. You have pale skin and a lean build.

You are a bit over average height for an Elf.

You are young.

A curved shard of crimson moonsilver inlaid with vengeance rubies pierces your left earlobe. The silvery-red metal casts an eerie blood-red glow over the side of your face.

Your left cheekbone has a tattoo of a vibrant bouquet of etlingera flowers inked in fiery pink and red hues.

You are in good shape.

You are wearing a firestorm damask cloak lined with ebony silk, a sigilated platinum ring, a gentleman's firestorm damask greatcoat embellished with ornate sungold epaulets, a firestorm damask vest lined with cloth-of-gold, a flax-colored seasilk shirt long gathered sleeves, an uthamar wedding band inlaid with tiny lightning bolts formed of xenomite, a gold-threaded samite sash clasped with a Gemfire ruby brooch, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a pair of fiery scarlet khaddar pants with black piping on the seams and some somber black leather boots laced with dark grey silk cords.

Betlind exclaims to you, "You got this!"

Betlind looks at you and lets out a hearty cheer on your behalf!

Betlind hugs you, and you give her a smile in return.

You grin.

You say, "Alright, let's not keep my adoring audience waiting."

Betlind exclaims, "Let's go!"

You chuckle.

Betlind beams!

>go gate

[Asemath Academy, Porte-cochere]

A flagstone pavement and a covered porte-cochere lead into the grounds of the Academy. West of you the campus opens out into a series of lovely wooded gardens with the buildings arranged in a quadrangle all around it. Students and professors stroll about, engaged in deep discussions or forming small study groups under the trees. To either side of the entrance are the administration offices and the admissions center. You also see a low bronze gate and a memorial arch.

Obvious paths: north, south, west.

Betlind followed.

You go west, leading your group.

[Asemath Academy, Eastern Walkway]

A walkway paved with crushed stone in a soft blue-green hue runs between tastefully arranged copses of trees in a large central open area. The trees show signs of Elvish life-sculpting and form harmonious groupings that display their dense foliage to perfect advantage. Here and there, groups of flowering bushes or plantings of bright blossoms lend a serene touch of color to the scene. Groups of students wander about or study quietly. You also see a sign.

Also here: Shield Maiden Betlind.

Obvious paths: north, east, south, west.

You go west, leading your group.

[Asemath Academy, Central Fountain]

Here in the center, at the very heart of the Academy, a fountain stands. Carved with cunning and skill, it represents Knowledge pouring out her wisdom to a thirsty world and the academy's founder stooping to drink deeply of her gift. Coins glitter in the pool, tossed there by superstitious students hoping for luck on an exam. Walkways lead from here in several directions to other parts of the institution. You also see some maple lumber, a maple comb, a basic runestone, some maple lumber, a maple comb, a basic runestone, a basic runestone, a basic runestone, some maple lumber, a maple comb, a basic runestone, some maple lumber, a maple comb, some maple lumber, a maple comb, a basic runestone and a basic runestone.

Also here: Shield Maiden Betlind.

Obvious paths: north, east, south, west.

You go north, leading your group.

[Asemath Academy, Northern Walkway]

This walkway leads to some of the classrooms of the Academy. Lined with sweet-scented flowers, it is a pleasant place to be almost any day of the year.

Also here: Shield Maiden Betlind, Mother Jaelia who is emanating a benevolent holy aura and Merchant King Keshko who is blurred by hazy afterimages.

Obvious paths: north, northeast, south, northwest.

You peer northwest and see ...

[Asemath Academy, Auditorium]

This hall, used for lectures and other presentations, can hold the entire student body and faculty of the Academy. Rows of benches for the students and chairs for the professors are arranged before a low platform for the speakers or guests. The room is done in polished rosewood walls enlivened with woven hangings in abstract patterns. Brass and crystal lightglobes hold candles for evening presentations. You also see a disagreeable Shadow Servant.

Also here: Mountain Lord Ezerak, Newswoman Navesi, Zaydencus, Xihlamia, War Wizard Etasia who has a stony visage, Field Medic Darkewolff, Imerald, Long Sticka Morlokk, Blood Dancer Selame who is sitting, Heart Tender Kethrai, Grey Empath Akeiro who is sitting, Philomath Miskton, Musical Enthusiast Ansara, Black Fox Lycette who is orbited by twinkling starlit galaxies, Shadow Mage Telamont who is wreathed in Katamba-black shadows, Sothios who is engulfed by a tsunami of cerulean light, Puppet Master Ezustrea who is sitting, Soul Surgeon Zynell who is crowned by a ring of glimmering stars, Ahneya, Outfitting Legend Danoryiel, Knight of Meraud Tirost, Primal Lady Zalinyar, Black Fox Xionara, Squire Eskila, Fox Kit Ysindre, Coethi, Iconn who is sitting, Vagrant Jaerk, Fearless Crobin, Transcendent Empath Leayne, Truthseeker Elurora whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light and Sonic Sonance Sonatina.

Obvious exits: out.

You nod to Jaelia.

Jaelia beams at you! What a warm feeling!

Jaelia nods.

Betlind hugs Jaelia, getting a smile in return.

Betlind smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Jaelia hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Mother Jaelia goes northwest.

You go northwest, leading your group.

[Asemath Academy, Auditorium]

This hall, used for lectures and other presentations, can hold the entire student body and faculty of the Academy. Rows of benches for the students and chairs for the professors are arranged before a low platform for the speakers or guests. The room is done in polished rosewood walls enlivened with woven hangings in abstract patterns. Brass and crystal lightglobes hold candles for evening presentations. You also see a disagreeable Shadow Servant.

Also here: Shield Maiden Betlind, Mother Jaelia who is emanating a benevolent holy aura, Mountain Lord Ezerak, Newswoman Navesi, Zaydencus, Xihlamia, War Wizard Etasia who has a stony visage, Field Medic Darkewolff, Imerald, Long Sticka Morlokk, Blood Dancer Selame who is sitting, Heart Tender Kethrai, Grey Empath Akeiro who is sitting, Philomath Miskton, Musical Enthusiast Ansara, Black Fox Lycette who is orbited by twinkling starlit galaxies, Shadow Mage Telamont who is wreathed in Katamba-black shadows, Sothios who is engulfed by a tsunami of cerulean light, Puppet Master Ezustrea who is sitting, Soul Surgeon Zynell who is crowned by a ring of glimmering stars, Ahneya, Outfitting Legend Danoryiel, Knight of Meraud Tirost, Primal Lady Zalinyar, Black Fox Xionara, Squire Eskila, Fox Kit Ysindre, Coethi, Iconn who is sitting, Vagrant Jaerk, Fearless Crobin, Transcendent Empath Leayne, Truthseeker Elurora whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light and Sonic Sonance Sonatina.

Obvious exits: out.

Sothios nods to Danoryiel.

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

Crobin hugs you.

You smile.

Ansara says, "I have corrections for your last edition."

Xionara waves to you.

Navesi says, "Good to see you all too."

Xionara bounces around happily.

Lowering her head in reverence, Betlind takes a step backward and bends into a formal bow.

Selame offers Akeiro a glass of cinnamon cider.

Navesi nods to Ansara.

Leayne smiles at you, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Akeiro accepts Selame's cinnamon cider.

Xionara hugs you.

Elurora hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Ears tilted forward, Selame curls her tail around Akeiro's waist loosely.

Navesi asks Ansara, "Mind talking to me after?"

Akeiro trills softly at Selame.

Elurora waves to you.

Leayne hugs you.

You say, "Hello, everyone."

Betlind hugs Elurora, getting a smile in return.

Etasia smiles at you, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Akeiro takes a bite of the bananas.

Xihlamia stops listening to Crobin.

Kethrai places his hands on your shoulders and directs a fond, rumbling purr in your direction as he presses his forehead against your own.

Tirost smiles at Betlind.

Sonatina hugs you.

Jaelia beams at you! What a warm feeling!

Akeiro waves to you.

Betlind smiles at Elurora, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Ansara says, "Thats acceptable."

Sonatina hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Morlokk nods to you.

Akeiro waves to Betlind.

Betlind hugs Sonatina, who wraps her arms around Betlind with a warm smile.

Ezustrea waves to you.

Ansara nods to Navesi.

Akeiro takes a bite of the bananas.

Ezerak doffs his top hat.

Betlind beams at Akeiro!

Leayne softly says, "Hello."

Betlind just hugged Akeiro.

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Sonatina just hugged Navesi.

Akeiro hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Xionara chuckles at Ansara.

Elurora grins at Betlind.

Navesi hugs Sonatina, who wraps her arms around Navesi with a warm smile.

Ezerak hugs Navesi, who wraps her arms around Ezerak with a warm smile.

Ezerak shakes Miskton's hand.

Betlind snickers at Elurora.

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Navesi hugs Ezerak, getting a smile in return.

Betlind nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.

(Anuril moves over to the front of the hall, flanked by Betlind.)

Miskton nods politely to Ezerak.

Kethrai hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Betlind comes and stands near you.

Eskila moves into position to cover Kethrai from harm.

Kethrai coughs.

Crobin hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Etasia says, "Coffee yes please."

Etasia smiles at Darkewolff, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Darkewolff offers Etasia some Kygar's roast coffee.

Leayne smiles at Betlind, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Darkewolff smiles at Etasia.

Xionara perks her ears up happily as she gazes at Betlind.

Etasia accepts Darkewolff's roast coffee.

Crobin waves to Darkewolff.

Betlind loosens the straps securing her majestic aegis and removes it.

Betlind draws forth an elegant haledroth tachi with a silversteel butterfly tsuba.

Betlind traces a complex glyph in the space above her right arm.

Darkewolff waves to Crobin.

Salvitoriel just arrived.

Darkewolff smiles at Crobin.

Zynell leans back against Sothios with a loving smile.

Ears tilted forward, Zynell curls her tail around Telamont's waist loosely.

Crobin waves to Salvitoriel.

Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Betlind.

You loudly say, "Hello, thank you all for attending this talk. Please make yourselves comfortable while I go over a few administrative items."

Leayne smiles at Salvitoriel, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Etasia smiles at Ezustrea, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Akeiro asks Betlind, "Expecting trouble?"

Ezustrea smiles at Etasia.

A soft silver glow briefly envelops Betlind's haledroth tachi.

You smile at Tirost.

Etasia nods to Darkewolff.

Leayne wraps her arms lovingly around Crobin, snuggling close.

Zynell observes you with fascination.

Tirost smiles.

Akeiro takes a bite of the bananas.

Betlind says to Akeiro, "Be a poor Paladin if I weren't."

Darkewolff waves to Zynell.

Darkewolff waves to Telamont.

Warder Meganlique just arrived.

You clear your throat.

Zynell grins at Darkewolff.

Ezerak shakes Darkewolff's hand.

Akeiro grins at Betlind.

Darkewolff nods politely to Miskton.

Elurora chuckles at Betlind.

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Etasia waves to Ezerak.

Meganlique angles her ears forward in curiosity.

Darkewolff smiles at Sothios.

You beam!

Kethrai gazes thoughtfully at you.

Meganlique studies the faces around her.

Aratasa just arrived.

Ezerak waves to Etasia.

Darkewolff nods politely to Ezerak.

Ezustrea smiles at Aratasa.

Danoryiel waves to Meganlique.

Darkewolff smiles at Meganlique.

Elurora gives Ezerak a slight curtsy, barely more than a quick bob.

Exile's Bane Eonon just arrived.

Meganlique stands near Xionara.

Aratasa waves to Ezustrea.

Elurora grins at Ezerak.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

Meganlique waves to Danoryiel.

Eonon grins.

Meganlique waves to Darkewolff.

Miskton nods politely to Darkewolff.

Selame takes a bite of the tart.

Meganlique moves over to guard Xionara.

You say, "It's lovely to see so many familiar faces."

Darkewolff waves to Meganlique.

Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Selame.

Aratasa bows to you.

Selame nods to Akeiro.

You nod to Aratasa.

Elurora gazes hopefully at Ahneya.

Aratasa takes a seat.

Sonatina studies the faces around her.

Sfarns del Dzive Nawain just arrived.

Akeiro hums happily to himself.

Elurora waves to Nawain.

Akeiro waves to Nawain.

Betlind moves over to guard you.

Etasia smiles at Tirost, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Nawain waves to Akeiro.

Nawain waves to Elurora.

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Nawain beams!

Ears tilted forward, Selame curls her tail around Akeiro's waist loosely.

Leayne smiles at Nawain, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Etasia smiles at Nawain, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Darkewolff rests his hand on Etasia's arm with a soft smile.

Eonon smiles at Betlind.

Crobin waves to Nawain.

Morlokk pats Salvitoriel on the back.

Tirost smiles at Etasia.

Nawain waves to Leayne.

Akeiro takes a bite of the bananas.

Nawain beams at Etasia!

Crobin waves to Morlokk.

Nawain waves to Crobin.

Darkewolff smiles.

Meganlique whispers something to Xionara.

Etasia beams at Nawain!

Selame hugs Salvitoriel, getting a smile in return.

Betlind smiles at Eonon, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Salvitoriel grins at Morlokk.

You get an odd feeling that someone is watching you. It quickly passes.

Etasia just hugged Nawain.

Akeiro puts his cider in his entangling brambles.

Xionara studies the ground for a moment.

Akeiro stands up.

Grey Empath Akeiro drifts out.

Morlokk nods politely to Crobin.

Nawain hugs Etasia, who wraps her arms around Nawain with a warm smile.

Salvitoriel smiles at Selame.

Morlokk slowly asks, "Found that treasure yet?"

Crobin waves to Navesi.

You gravely say, "First of all, my Halipa Mazrian could not be with us today, but my, and I'm sure many of our, thoughts are with him at this time."

Morlokk grins at Salvitoriel.

You nod.

Xionara nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Zynell nods in agreement.

Selame takes a bite of the tart.

Elurora nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Kethrai nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Grey Empath Akeiro just arrived.

Etasia nods in agreement.

Leayne nods.

Akeiro chuckles.

Akeiro takes a seat near Selame.

Salvitoriel quietly says to Morlokk, "Haven'a been back after it no."

Meganlique trills softly at you.

Darkewolff nods.

Selame leans over and scratches Akeiro's back.

Etasia sits down on the comfortable chair.

Vice-Speaker Levinas just arrived.

Levinas waves.

Akeiro makes a rumbling noise of contentment in Selame's direction.

Xionara bounces around happily.

Morlokk nods at Salvitoriel, obviously agreeing with his views.

Xionara hugs Levinas, who wraps his arms around Xionara with a warm smile.

Leayne smiles at Levinas, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

You loudly say, "Alright, let's get to it."

Xionara's ears perk up happily.

Morlokk slowly says, "Well have to remedy that soon."

Levinas just hugged Xionara.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

You say, "I am Anuril, a member of the warrior mage guild, and the subject today will be Forbidden Practices. If you're looking for History of the Seven Star Empire 400-240BL, that is next door."

Selame takes a bite of the tart.

Levinas hugs Leayne, who wraps her arms around Levinas with a warm smile.

Levinas hugs Lycette, who wraps her arms around Levinas with a warm smile.

Tirost chuckles.

Elurora starts chortling at you!

Morlokk rubs Iconn in a friendly manner.

You smile.

Jaelia grins at you.

(Levinas hugs everyone)

Selame takes a bite of the tart.

Leayne smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Darkewolff sits down on the comfortable chair.

Levinas shakes your hand.

Selame gets a glass of cinnamon cider from inside her thigh bag.

Tirost smiles at Betlind.

Morlokk rubs Iconn in a friendly manner.

Ezerak says, "Oh, I should go to that, it's the last credits I need to finally graduate."

Ezerak appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You grin at Ezerak.

Selame chortles softly at some secret joke.

Elurora giggles at Ezerak.

Selame takes a bite of the tart.

You say, "If you have any comments, questions, suggestions, or corrections I would ask you to hold them until the conclusion of the talk. There will be a reception just outside, by the fountain, and I look forward to any discussion you wish to have."

Selame takes a sip of her cider.

Morlokk grins at Xionara.

Leayne leans on Crobin.

Darkewolff whispers something to Etasia.

Xionara winks.

Lycette gives Levinas a smooch.

Etasia whispers something to Darkewolff.

Crobin snuggles up to Leayne.

You ponder.

Selame takes a sip of her cider.

Aratasa nods.

You carefully say, "I would like to thank Asemath Academy for granting me the use of this hall, and apologize that I was not able to deliver my full remarks to them for review ahead of time. Any views or opinions expressed are my own and do not reflect the position of the Academy or its Board."

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

Selame takes a bite of the tart.

Jaelia applauds.

You say, "I would also like to extend my thanks to Navesi, and the First Land Herald for providing a chronicle of recent events that I could refer to in order to learn about things that occurred elsewhere in the world before I joined the guild."

Lycette smiles brightly, exuding confidence and charm.

Morlokk nods at Xionara, obviously agreeing with her views.

You nod to Navesi.

Navesi smiles at you.

Selame leans on Akeiro.

Xionara looks at Navesi and applauds!

Navesi bows her head in acknowledgement.

Etasia dimples at Eskila.

Kethrai praises Navesi.

Miskton takes a sip of his ale.

Raising her mocha milkshake to Navesi, Jaelia gives her a toast.

Elurora looks at Navesi and applauds!

Meganlique nods to Navesi.

Navesi says, "Might I mention that Shaylynne took the lead on that article."

Raising his Reserve ale to Levinas, Miskton gives him a toast.

Xionara beams at Morlokk!

Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.

Levinas grins at Miskton.

Levinas nods.

Levinas nods politely.

Sonatina takes a sip of her Schnapps.

You exclaim to Navesi, "So noted!"

Selame grins at Akeiro.

Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.

You say, "As this subject is a delicate one and covers activities that provoke strong emotional reactions, are illegal in many jurisdictions, are forbidden by the inqusition, etc., I have retained the services of body guards. Please obey their directions in case of any disturbance and, for your own safety, take note of the nearest exit."

Navesi nods to Tirost.

Elurora glances at Betlind.

Elurora appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Betlind points out.

You nod to Betlind.

You praise Betlind.

Jaelia nods to Betlind.

Crobin smiles.

Xionara ponders.

Ahneya smiles at Elurora.

Crobin says, "Promises to be fun if bodyguards are needed."

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Tirost nods to Navesi.

Elurora chuckles at Ahneya.

You grin at Crobin.

Akeiro scoots over a little closer to Selame.

Kethrai whispers something to Betlind.

Crobin hugs Selame, who wraps her arms around Crobin with a warm smile.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Leayne giggles at Crobin.

You ponder.

Betlind blinks at Kethrai.

Crobin smiles at Betlind.

Betlind nods to Kethrai.

(Coethi shifts uncomfortably.)

Meganlique nods to Xionara.

You say, "First, a definition of terms and clarification. I realize that the term 'forbidden practices' is somewhat broad, and for the purpose of this talk I will not be covering certain practices that are unique to the Empath guild, as I have little experience in that arena."

Betlind adjusts her half plate into place.

Sonatina takes a sip of her Schnapps.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.

Ears tilted forward, Selame curls her tail around Akeiro's waist loosely.

Kethrai clears his throat.

Jaelia whispers something to Coethi.

Kethrai nods.

You say, "Instead, I will mainly be focusing my attentions on those practices related to spell casting that have been designated illegal, forbidden, or are directly punished by the Immortals. In laymans terms: sorcery, witchcraft, necromancy and the like."

Coethi nods to Jaelia.

Aratasa nods.

Levinas nods.

Elurora nods to you.

Jaelia nods to Coethi.

Akeiro quietly says to Selame, "The good stuff."

Akeiro nods to Selame.

Crobin frowns.

Dreadnaught Imroth just arrived.

Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.

Crobin chuckles.

Leayne peers quizzically at Crobin.

Selame winks at Akeiro.

Imroth casually observes the area.

You say, "I am no expert in this field, rest assured, but I have had certain experiences during my life and career that I will use to frame this discussion. The primary experience, the catalyst for this talk, if you will, being the assault on Basalt Isle that took place six years ago, in 439."

You gaze off into the distance blankly.

Leayne nods to Crobin.

Tirost takes a sip of his ale.

You nod.

Xionara gazes at you.

Leayne nods to you.

You hesitantly say, "But first, let me discuss my life prior to that moment in time."

Eonon grins at you.

You give Eonon a slight nod.

Shadow's Touch Alanarue just arrived.

Crobin hugs Alanarue, getting a smile in return.

Salvitoriel smiles at Alanarue.

Alanarue hugs Crobin, who wraps his arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.

Alanarue dimples at Salvitoriel.

Leayne hugs Alanarue, who wraps her arms around Leayne with a warm smile.

Akeiro wraps his arms around Alanarue, giving Alanarue a great big bear hug!

Alanarue hugs Leayne, who wraps her arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.

Xionara waves to Alanarue.

Alanarue hugs Akeiro, who wraps his arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.

Alanarue waves to Xionara.

Kethrai angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at you.

Lycette hugs Alanarue, who wraps her arms around Lycette with a warm smile.

Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.

Morlokk nods to Alanarue.

Alanarue hugs Lycette, who wraps her arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.

Selame hugs Alanarue, getting a smile in return.

You say, "I am a river elf. I grew up living near Ilaya Taipa, among fisherfolk. My primary exposure to the concept of sorcery was via stories and tales meant to frighten, caution, or even thrill the audience."

Lycette smiles brightly, exuding confidence and charm.

Alanarue smiles at Morlokk, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

You smile.

Alanarue hugs Selame, who wraps her arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.

Alanarue hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Betlind hugs Alanarue, who wraps her arms around Betlind with a warm smile.

Alanarue just hugged Eskila.

Alanarue nods to Kethrai.

Kethrai hugs Alanarue, getting a smile in return.

Alanarue hugs Kethrai, who wraps his arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.

Etasia smiles at Alanarue, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Alanarue hugs Etasia, who wraps her arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.

You dryly say, "You can imagine that the Bone Elves, who split from our cousins the Mountain Elves some three thousand years ago featured prominently in these tales as villains, schemers, infiltrators. Reclusive, antagonistic, mysterious, practitioners of dark arts."

Etasia hugs Alanarue, who wraps her arms around Etasia with a warm smile.

Levinas nods to you.

Elurora chews on her lip, looking deep in concentration.

Zynell grins.

Selame trills softly at Akeiro.

You darkly say, "Do your chores... don't be late getting home... be careful around strangers... or the Bone Elves will get you."

Alanarue grins at Etasia, her dimples flashing into view.

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Kethrai giggles.

Morlokk nods at Jaelia, obviously agreeing with her views.

Elurora blinks at you.

You make a grunting noise.

You nod to Elurora.

Etasia ponders.

Etasia shrugs.

You say, "Nearby is Leth Deriel, the big city to my young mind. Just outside its walls is the Forest of Night. Created almost a thousand years ago by the mage Sithsia, who some call witch, and who may still reside there. Another spectre lurking in the dark to menace a young elf thinking of disobeying their parents."

Crobin flicks one ear back as though listening for something.

Favored Desimone just arrived.

You quietly say, "I would not learn about her role in Farn's Company or the Zaulfung stones until after I joined the guild. To me she was just a monster, to be feared and avoided."

Snow Herald Larasa just arrived.

You ponder.

You take in a great breath of air.

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

Selame takes a sip of her cider.

You softly say, "More recently... and I know some here likely have firsthand knowledge of these events... Lyras."

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

Kethrai frowns.

Levinas gives a slight nod.

Miskton takes a sip of his ale.

Alanarue ponders.

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Salvitoriel observes you with fascination.

Crobin scratches one ear, looking bemused.

You slowly say, "The Rakash and Prydaen, driven from their home. The Great Barrier that contained the threat for a time, its failure, and the ultimate battle, just a few years before my birth, that ended with the destruction of Lyras."

Tirost grins at Etasia.

Crobin's ears droop for a moment.

You nod.

Leayne rubs Crobin gently, massaging his muscles.

Etasia smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Kethrai leans on Crobin.

Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.

You sigh.

(Crobin butts his head against Kethrai lightly)

You smile.

You say, "I grew up in a world reeling from this conflict. It did not directly affect me. I was able to grow up peacefully, attend university, and ultimately join the warrior mage guild in 438. But these events shaped my perceptions of sorcery and its practitioners."

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.

Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.

Morlokk tilts his head, clearly curious about something.

Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.

Selame takes a sip of her cider.

Sonatina leans on Eskila.

You say, "Unbeknownst to me, events that had been set in motion 8 years before I joined would ultimately lead to the assault on Basalt Isle. An assault that I, and many of us here today, would participate in."

Sonatina takes a sip of her Schnapps.

Alanarue takes a bite of the pastry.

Leayne nods.

Zynell flicks her ears back in obvious annoyance.

Iconn casually observes the area.

Akeiro takes a bite of the chocolate.

You nibble on your lip.

You say, "An earlier fight against a demon, known as Maelshyve, in 430 had been wildly successful and resulted in its death, but not without cost. Necromancers were present at this battle and fought on both sides of the conflict. One of those who opposed the demon survived and, although badly wounded physically and mentally, was recovered by the Temple in the aftermath and nursed back to health."

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.

You nod.

Elurora tilts her head, clearly curious about something.

Tirost gets a quiet, peaceful look on his face.

Kethrai's ears droop for a moment.

Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.

Imroth takes a sip of his Schnapps.

Crobin lays his ears back in alarm, gazing around warily.

You say, "This former necromancer took the name Zauldin, and contributed knowledge to the Temple that was ultimately used to construct a weapon that it was hoped would be sufficient to destroy the lich who resided on Basalt Isle."

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Levinas takes a sip of his tequila.

Nawain frowns.

Jaelia takes a sip of her milkshake.

Selame nods to Akeiro.

You reluctantly say, "There were, of course, political motivations that went into this objective, but there was also the possibility that an ever-present threat could be eliminated before it turned into another Lyras."

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Sonatina takes a sip of her Schnapps.

You gesture.

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Zynell chortles softly at some secret joke.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.

Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.

Nawain makes a grunting noise.

You say, "Years of preparation and planning went into this operation, and in 437 Zoluren pledged its aid along with other provinces."

Crobin grumbles.

You ask, "Remember how I said that I joined the guild in 438?"

You grin.

Selame nods at Akeiro, obviously agreeing with his views.

Nawain grins at you.

Selame takes a sip of her cider.

Levinas nods.

Etasia nods to you.

Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.

Ahneya says, "No."

Kethrai quietly says, "Excellent timing."

Elurora just nudged Ahneya.

You smile at Kethrai.

Ahneya smiles at Elurora.

You strongly say, "So there I was in 439, a newly minted warrior mage with barely a year under my belt, and the final call went out. Of course I joined, I had little experience with such foes but I knew the stakes. I had grown up hearing tales of what these beings were capable of if left unchecked, and undead forces had been harrying the mainland cities in the final months. I had fought them on the streets of the capital cities, and had taken their measure. How bad could it be? Look at the forces we had arrayed."

You gaze off into the distance blankly.

You strike a heroic pose.

You wink.

Nawain winces.

Darkewolff smiles.

You dismally say, "It was bad."

Leayne nods.

Ezerak nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Miskton takes a sip of his ale.

Coethi frowns.

You sigh.

Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.

Etasia smiles at Miskton, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Grinning, Morlokk pulls a swig from a jug of Deep Darkness moonshine.

You say, "The beach was awash in undead abominations. We secured an altar so that the favor of the immortals could be used to our advantage in the battle. A list of names and descriptions of known necromancers had been circulated at the final briefing, but I did not personally encounter any of them. Their minions were thick as flies though, and guarded the approach to barriers made of flesh and bone."

(Betlind's gaze sweeps slowly and steadily over the attendants, otherwise motionless by the elf's side.)

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Sonatina takes a sip of her Schnapps.

You nod to Zynell.

Xionara takes a sip of her Schnapps.

Alanarue takes a bite of the pastry.

Tirost nods.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

Ezerak quietly says, "I can still smell the beach that day."

Zynell raises an eyebrow in your direction.

You say, "I see Zynell in the crowd, who was instrumental that day."

Sothios says, "I was there as well."

Zynell says, "Begrudgingly."

Leayne nods to you.

Ezerak nods at Tirost, obviously agreeing with his views.

Levinas calmly says to Sothios, "Nobody saw you."

You nod to Zynell.

Aratasa chuckles.

Crobin chuckles.

You ponder.

Sothios says, "They did when i stabbed em."

You say, "We pressed the onslaught, and during our advance many of us were somehow abducted metaphysically; transported from the battlefield to unrecognizable, otherworldly locations. It is likely that the planar boundary had become thin enough during the battle that the patrons of these necromancers were able to directly influence events."

Sothios winks at Leayne.

Levinas begins chortling at Sothios.

Etasia grins at Sothios, her dimples flashing into view.

You gaze upward.

Kethrai shudders.

Leayne grins at Sothios, her dimples flashing into view.

Darkewolff smiles at Sothios.

Sothios says, "But i didnt fight fer "team good."

Sothios shrugs.

You distantly say, "I recall experiencing a sensation of extreme hunger, and then ash and cinders billowed around me and I found myself in a blasted wasteland."

You frown.

You quietly say, "This was my first direct encounter with the demonic."

Nawain shudders.

You blink.

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Etasia raises an eyebrow in your direction.

Levinas guzzles down some of his tequila and then smacks his lips and wipes them with his sleeve.

Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at you.

You say, "It seemed as if a firestorm had raged over this terrain. There seemed to be the charred remains of tree, but the ground was parched, cracked, sundered. There were remnants of civilization, an overturned wagon its wheels rusted away. I could hear thunder, but there was nothing in the sky, neither clouds nor stars."

Aratasa coils his tail, looping it loosely around his waist.

You say to Miskton, "When I was preparing for this talk... I was reminded of some recent vision..."

Ezustrea chuckles.

You frown.

Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.

Miskton strokes his beard in thoughtful contemplation.

You shake your head.

Morlokk grins at Jaelia.

You say, "Let it not be so."

Ezustrea grins at Sothios.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Nawain frowns at you.

Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.

Alanarue leans on Salvitoriel.

Desimone takes a sip of her milkshake.

You say, "In this place I had been taken to there was a presence, diffuse and amorphous though it be I had the impression of a name. I shall not speak it, but I felt I was within this entity's domain."

Salvitoriel grins at Alanarue.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

You say, "Everything here was ruin, destruction, death. I felt that this would be our fate if this entity was allowed to prevail."

Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.

Sothios smirks.

Ezustrea stands up.

Puppet Master Ezustrea glides out.

Imroth takes a sip of his Schnapps.

You say, "I ultimately managed to escape from that realm by refuting it, and focusing on nurturing the possibility of life. That was somehow anathema to the ruler of that place, and I found myself back on the battlefield."

Selame leans over and scratches Akeiro's back.

Selame takes a sip of her cider.

Outfitting Legend Danoryiel strides out.

Tirost takes a sip of his ale.

Darkewolff smiles quietly to himself.

You say, "We ultimately claimed much of the island, and the lich was obliged to face us directly. In so doing he called upon his allies, the demons, and created a tear in reality so that they could enter. Those of us who were there that day saw their nature and where they hail from."

Miskton takes a sip of his ale.

Tirost shifts his weight.

Leayne shivers.

You frown.

Elurora gazes thoughtfully at you.

A pained expression crosses Kethrai's face.

You pat Kethrai on the back.

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Aratasa ponders.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

Darkewolff leans on Etasia.

Etasia dimples at Darkewolff.

You firmly say, "Our ally Zauldin was lost to us, but our paladins were able to make use of the divine weapon we had brought, the Sanyu Aes, in order to repair the rend in reality and refute the lich, crushing him and driving him back to his sanctum. Although mighty, the blow was no sufficient to end him and we were obliged to withdraw as we could no longer prosecute the fight that day."

Darkewolff smiles at Etasia.

Aratasa nods to you.

Betlind gives a slight nod.

You bow to Betlind.

Ezerak gives a slight nod.

Sothios nods to Zynell.

You bow to Eskila.

You wearily say, "In the aftermath of that battle, many of us were left staggered, shocked by what we had seen. It took us weeks to get our bearings again, and return to some semblance of normalcy, but what we had seen on that day haunted some of us."

Leayne nods to you.

Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.

Kethrai gazes off into the distance.

Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.

You wryly say, "I resolved, at the time unknowning of the irony of this, to perform my own investigations of this Undying Threat, to determine the true nature of the foe and what could be done to prevent what I had seen glimpses of from ever coming to pass."

You frown and shake your head in exasperation, resting your face in the palm of your hand.

Lord of Elamiri Gridaksma just arrived.

Zynell perks her ears up happily as she gazes at Gridaksma.

Sothios smirks.

Nawain gazes at you.

Elurora gives Gridaksma a slight curtsy, barely more than a quick bob.

Selame takes a sip of her cider.

Imroth takes a sip of his Schnapps.

Gridaksma whispers something to Elurora.

Jaerk just left.

You say, "Here I will pause to make a distinction about sorcery. I will define two practices: one is a spell caster manipulating a mana type that is not their native mana using a spell pattern that is designed for that mana type. This I will call low sorcery."

Levinas nods.

Gridaksma grins at Elurora.

You say, "The second practice is a spell caster manipulating multiple types of mana, blending them, making use of a spell pattern that is designed for this combination of courses. This I will call high sorcery."

Desimone takes a sip of her milkshake.

Miskton takes a sip of his ale.

You quietly say to Crobin, "Hang on, the finger waggling part will be over soon."

You pat Crobin on the back.

Crobin chuckles.

Tirost chuckles.

Selame waggles her fingers mystically at Crobin. How nice.

You say, "As an example, making use of the runestones you may find or purchase from certain shops, if they are not of your native mana type, would be considered low sorcery, as the rune is helping you gather and channel these other energies."

Leayne grins, revealing her dimples.

Akeiro wraps his arms lovingly around Selame, snuggling close.

You say, "As far as examples of the other, well... let us just say that necromancy is one."

You frown.

Crobin angles his ears forward in curiosity.

Nawain squints.

Alanarue nods.

Zynell holds up her hand and tilts it side to side in a so-so gesture.

Ears tilted forward, Crobin curls his tail around Leayne's waist loosely.

You say, "During the course of my investigations, I became aware of a gathering in Ilithi, a forum, supposedly to discuss morality and other esoteric matters, but the language used had certain implications and was fraught with meanings and subtexts that led me to believe necromancers would be in attendance."

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

Levinas guzzles down some of his tequila and then smacks his lips and wipes them with his sleeve.

(Coethi tilts his head to one side.)

Leayne dimples at Crobin.

Tirost takes a sip of his ale.

You say, "As I had had very few opportunities to interact with these practitioners outside of an antagonistic setting, and the invitation was broad, I decided to attend."

Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.

Ezerak wrinkles his nose.

You cough.

You say, "Well, actually I sent a representative in my stead to the first one. And there was rather a large amount of antagonism on display there, as the location they had chosen was not amenable to their presence."

You smirk.

Elurora grins at you.

Aratasa coils his tail, looping it loosely around his waist.

Zynell rolls her eyes.

Desimone takes a sip of her milkshake.

Miskton takes a sip of his ale.

You say, "Subsequently the gatherings were relocated and I attended in person. I hoped to gain some understanding of their views, aims, goals... I suspected they would be incompatible with my own, but I held out hope."

Selame scoots over a little closer to Akeiro.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

Akeiro clutches the wool blanket to his chest, refusing to let it go!

You say, "I had considered these foes to be monolithic, united in their aims and methods, and I found them instead to be much like any group of people. Indeed, I discovered competing philosophies under the same umbrella."

Nawain frowns.

Elurora chortles softly at some secret joke.

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Tirost gazes at you.

You ponder.

Morlokk nods to you.

Etasia leans on Darkewolff.

You thoughtfully say, "Kethrai attended with me, and over the course of months we came to know these individuals better and I am struck by our ultimately differing reactions to them."

You nod to Kethrai.

Darkewolff smiles at Etasia.

Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Akeiro angles his ears forward in curiosity.

Selame leans on Akeiro.

Coethi glances at Kethrai.

You sigh.

You say, "After one particularly vivid gathering where we witnessed one of them beseeching, I have no better word for it, one of their patrons I felt I had seen enough. On the journey home Kethrai could tell something was bothering me and upon asking what it was I told him that I felt they must all be destroyed."

Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.

Akeiro takes a sip of his rum.

Nawain nods in agreement.

Nawain makes a grunting noise.

Crobin ponders.

You grimace.

Akeiro rubs Selame gently, massaging her muscles.

Eonon chuckles.

Desimone blinks.

You say, "But, his assessment was that there was still something there that could be helped."

Morlokk tilts his head, clearly curious about something.

Tirost glances at Kethrai.

Zynell gazes at you.

Elurora smiles at Kethrai.

You say, "I attribute the difference to our two guilds. My training is to react to any threat with violence, his to react to any injury with compassion."

A nervous tic starts up around Iconn's eye.

You say, "But it did stop me and make me reconsider my stance."

Leayne smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Akeiro takes a sip of his rum.

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.

Crobin nods.

You carefully say, "In the time since I have come to the conclusion that necromancers are not the disease, but rather the symptom. So often they are the result of an individual who, in extremis, turns to the only thing that will allow them to continue existing. In doing so they turn against us, against society, but I feel that it is we who have failed them."

Selame nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Aratasa squirms.

Ezerak ponders.

Leayne frowns.

Jaelia nods.

Tirost takes a sip of his ale.

Ansara observes you with fascination.

Imroth ponders.

Etasia raises an eyebrow.

You nod.

Puppet Master Ezustrea just arrived.

You say, "I am now aware that, around Zauldin's appearance some necromancers began to seek a path to return to the favor of the immortals. I have known, myself, of a handful of individuals who have recently gone down this path and rejoined us, and to me this is miraculous."

Ezustrea takes a seat.

Grinning, Morlokk pulls a swig from a jug of Deep Darkness moonshine.

Alanarue peers quizzically at you.

Elurora gives you a slight nod.

Kethrai nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Sothios smirks.

Jaelia gives you an amiable nod.

You say, "But, I have also noticed a tolerance, an acceptance, espoused by some about the practice of sorcery, and necromancy, and I feel that is the true looming threat to us all."

Zynell rubs Sothios's right hand.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

You frown.

Nawain growls ferociously!

Nawain nods.

Jaelia nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Ezustrea looks at Sothios and shrugs.

Betlind gives a slight nod.

Leayne ponders.

You say, "I know that many of us practice low sorcery, some so often that it is unremarkable to them. I know that some encourage newcomers to the guilds down this path when they are unequipped to deal with the consequences."

Sothios nods to Ezustrea.

Akeiro makes a rumbling noise of contentment in Selame's direction.

Crobin chuckles.

You shake your head.

Aratasa nods to you.

Desimone takes a sip of her milkshake.

Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.

Selame smiles quietly to herself.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

You urgently say, "So I say that we must be vigilant, we must not tolerate those who defy the immortals, and we must guard against the casual acceptance of sorcery, but we must also temper our vigilance with compassion. Any who choose to return to the embrace of the immortals must be accepted by us, and though we resist most strenuously any plans or activities by our foes we must always have a hand extended to them that they may find their way back."

Eskila pushes her spectacles up the bridge of her nose.

Gridaksma gazes off into the distance.

Betlind nods emphatically.

Salvitoriel ponders.

Akeiro pulls Selame to him in a tight hug.

Elurora whispers something to Gridaksma.

Akeiro takes a sip of his rum.

Sothios ponders.

Salvitoriel peers quizzically at you.

Crobin ponders finger waggling

You say, "I call upon the provincial governments to enact new public works projects to improve the lives of all, especially those most unfortunate among us, so that they not be disenfranchised and feel they have nowhere else to turn but to the darkness, and the void. For that is the true disease which necromancers are only a symptom of, the creation of a place where some have no home."

Leayne gives Crobin a gentle poke in the ribs.

Ezerak says, "I'll drink to that."

Raising his Howling Coyote rum to you, Ezerak gives you a toast. Cheers!

Alanarue nods to you.

Selame trills softly at Akeiro.

Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.

Jaelia gives you an emphatic nod.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.

Gridaksma whispers something to Elurora.

Iconn smirks.

Raising his Black Fox coffee to you, Kethrai gives you a toast. Cheers!

You clear your throat.

Miskton takes a sip of his rum.

You smile.

Elurora flashes a quick grin at Gridaksma.

Sothios says, "Im not sure what makes you think they want to come back, we under the eyes of the imortals are slaves to them, we require their favor, the necros are truely free."

Sothios says, "They dont need acceptance."

You grunt at Sothios.

You say, "Thank you, everyone. Please join me by the fountain now for further discussion. Just outside and then to the south."

You nod to Sothios.

Gridaksma chortles softly at some secret joke.

Eonon joins your group.

Elurora looks at you and applauds!

Mother Jaelia goes out.

Kethrai takes his rightful place beside you.

Tirost joins your group.

Nawain joins your group.

Salvitoriel ponders.

Raising his Reserve ale to you, Tirost gives you a toast. Cheers!

Ahneya goes out.

Imroth joins your group.

Lycette smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Elurora adds Gridaksma to her group.

Alanarue joins your group.

You nod to Tirost.

Truthseeker Elurora goes out, leading her group.

Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.

Levinas joins your group.

Etasia stands up.

Ezerak joins your group.

(Betlind sharply pivots to face Anuril, giving him a deep bow.)

Navesi joins your group.

Tirost smiles at Etasia.

Salvitoriel joins your group.

You smile at Betlind.

Lycette joins your group.

You hug Betlind who gives you a smile in return. A faint scent of forge fires clings to her skin.

Aratasa stands up.

Miskton joins your group.

Aratasa goes out.

Fox Kit Ysindre goes out.

Xihlamia slinks out.

Ansara joins your group.

Crobin ponders.

Darkewolff stands up.

Transcendent Empath Leayne glides out, leading her group.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

You go out, leading your group.

[Asemath Academy, Northern Walkway]

You stand on some sort of stone walkway. There are pleasantly scented flowers nearby and in the distance, you can hear a fountain splashing.

Also here: Knight of Meraud Tirost, Black Fox Lycette who is orbited by twinkling starlit galaxies, Musical Enthusiast Ansara, Philomath Miskton, Heart Tender Kethrai, Newswoman Navesi, Mountain Lord Ezerak, Shield Maiden Betlind, Salvitoriel, Exile's Bane Eonon, Sfarns del Dzive Nawain, Vice-Speaker Levinas, Dreadnaught Imroth who is shrouded in a swirling dark green and purple miasma, Shadow's Touch Alanarue, Fearless Crobin, Transcendent Empath Leayne, Fox Kit Ysindre, Aratasa and Snugglebug Hugglebug.

Obvious paths: north, northeast, south, northwest.

Favored Desimone just arrived.

Aratasa goes south.

Fox Kit Ysindre goes south.

Favored Desimone goes south.

Imroth laughs!

You go south, leading your group.

[Asemath Academy, Central Fountain]

A fountain gurgles cheerfully somewhere nearby and the scent of plants and flowers fills the night air. You stand in a large open space but you can sense the presence of buildings nearby. You also see Ozursus.

Also here: Shadow's Touch Alanarue, Dreadnaught Imroth who is shrouded in a swirling dark green and purple miasma, Vice-Speaker Levinas, Sfarns del Dzive Nawain, Exile's Bane Eonon, Salvitoriel, Shield Maiden Betlind, Mountain Lord Ezerak, Newswoman Navesi, Heart Tender Kethrai, Philomath Miskton, Musical Enthusiast Ansara, Black Fox Lycette who is orbited by twinkling starlit galaxies, Knight of Meraud Tirost, Favored Desimone, Fox Kit Ysindre, Xihlamia, Mother Jaelia who is emanating a benevolent holy aura, Lord of Elamiri Gridaksma, Truthseeker Elurora whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light and Ahneya.

Obvious paths: north, east, south, west.

You notice as a storm-grey cat with gold-flecked crystal blue eyes prances into the area.

Transcendent Empath Leayne just arrived, leading her group.

Jaelia grins at Gridaksma.

Coethi just arrived.

You nod.

Zaydencus just arrived.

You say, "Here we are."

Iconn just arrived.

Coethi joins your group.

Tirost scratches his storm-grey cat.

Iconn stumbles east.

Fox Kit Ysindre goes east.

Eonon chuckles at Nawain.

The storm-grey cat sits down.

Soul Surgeon Zynell just arrived, leading her group.

Imroth takes a sip of his rum.

Lycette pulls Levinas to her in a tight hug.

The storm-grey cat purrs, "They would not allow me into the hall."

Lycette totters off dragging an expensive looking rug behind her, rolled up haphazardly with a bizarre-looking bulge in the middle.

Bridge Completionist Xadon just arrived.

Tirost grins.

Primal Lady Zalinyar just arrived.

Ansara kisses Xadon. And she doesn't seem to want to stop.

Black Fox Xionara just arrived, leading her group.

Tirost says, "You missed a facinating talk."

You ask Sothios, "You were saying about... the views of some that we are merely pawns of the immortals?"

Xadon smirks.

Elurora chews on her lip, looking deep in concentration.

You nod to Zalinyar.

Sothios says, "I was."

Field Medic Darkewolff just arrived, leading his group.

A storm-grey cat curls up and takes a nap.

You notice as a black panther slinks into the area.

Sothios asks, "You require favor correct?"

Kethrai says, "That kind of objection might make sense when it comes to the Philosophers."

Nawain cheerfully exclaims, "Nope!"

Sothios says, "You require acceptance."

Zynell says to Sothios, "Do not forget the immortals being petulant children."

Zynell nods to Sothios.

Imerald just arrived.

Nawain says, "No one requires Favor to live."

You say, "Require is a strong word but, I benefit from the favors I have received, yes."

Etasia leans on Darkewolff.

Kethrai says, "But, I've seen that the ones who go deeper into demon worship... simply trade one set of masters for another."

Elurora slowly says to Sothios, "Maybe they don't feel the need to be accepted, but I don't see any issue with suggesting we try to solve things with a bit less violence and try to be understanding."

Ahneya asks, "The immortals pick and choose, do they not, not all are allowed more life?"

Gridaksma gets a weasel skeleton from inside his arm pouch.

Gridaksma holds his weasel skeleton to his shoulder, and it clambers up silently to a perched position.

You say to Ahneya, "Aye that is true, how they make their selection is... mysterious."

Jaelia nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Xadon says, "I require nothing but myself, and my own will."

Levinas calmly says, "Heralds."

Xadon smiles.

You give Xadon a slight nod.

Jaelia waves to Xadon.

Xadon says, "Hello Everyone."

Kethrai says, "Agalea said as much and in as many words. Called herself a priestess of her patron, and said it wasn't much different from when she was a cleric."

Ansara smirks at Xadon.

Black Fox Sonatina just arrived.

Xadon says, "Im Xadon, im the necromancer they are all warning you about."

Elurora gives Kethrai a slight nod.

Eonon laughs!

Salvitoriel laughs!

Elurora looks at Betlind, obviously trying not to grin.

Elurora covers her mouth with her hand.

Levinas calmly says, "Never heard of you."

Elurora giggles.

Gridaksma says to Xadon, "Seen better."

Xadon smiles.

Alanarue grins, revealing her dimples.

Jaelia nods at Gridaksma, obviously agreeing with his views.

Xionara twitches an ear nervously.

Xadon says, "So have i."

Etasia smiles at Xadon, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Salvitoriel nods in agreement.

Xionara lashes her tail.

Xadon winks at Gridaksma.

Crobin flicks one ear back as though listening for something.

Meganlique pats Xionara on the back.

Gridaksma slowly says, "Killed better."

You say to Xadon, "But by refuting the immortals and practicing magics they abhor, you put yourself at odds with the rest of society."

Nawain says to Xadon, "You're a Prydean. A necromantic Prydean."

Nawain observes Xadon with fascination.

Xadon says, "So have I."

Xadon nods to Gridaksma.

Xadon says, "I am."

Kethrai quietly says to Nawain, "Not as uncommon as you'd think, or hope."

Crobin nods to Kethrai.

Xadon says, "An this wasnt the life i chose."

Nawain says to Kethrai, "Still disgusting, every single time."

Xionara lays her ears back and hisses angrily.

Xadon says, "This is what i was made into."

Black Fox Sonatina slinks north.

Sfarns del Dzive Nawain rushes east.

Etasia peers quizzically at Xadon.

Leayne hugs Crobin, who wraps his arms around Leayne with a warm smile.

You ask Xadon, "Made into? What do you mean by that?"

Sothios smiles.

Xionara's ears droop for a moment.

Long Sticka Morlokk just arrived.

Xionara lays her ears back and hisses angrily.

Crobin hugs Leayne, who wraps her arms around Crobin with a warm smile.

Xionara paces back and forth.

Etasia nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Gridaksma says, "If you wish to stop necromancers from popping up, close the schools of magic."

Etasia raises an eyebrow in Xadon's direction.

You smile at Gridaksma.

Zynell grins at Gridaksma.

Gridaksma says, "Warrior, Moon and Clerical mages are the training grounds."

Imroth ponders.

Etasia frowns.

Xadon says, "I mean my parents were killed when i was young."

Zynell nods at Gridaksma, obviously agreeing with his views.

Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.

Xadon says, "I was taken in."

You say to Gridaksma, "In the times of the clans, long before the guilds, black fire was discovered which many believe to have been a high sorcery."

(Crobin listens to the talk watching the group)

Desimone takes a bite of the cheesecake.

Gridaksma says to you, "I have never met a necromancer trained by any but those three guilds."

You say to Gridaksma, "I do not think a lack of guild practitioners will end sorcery."

Gridaksma says, "And I've met many of the great ones."

Xionara softly says to Xadon, "You sure were."

Xadon smiles at Xionara.

You nod to Xadon.

Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.

Xionara takes a sip of her Schnapps.

You say to Xadon, "I see. I am sorry to hear that. It must have been difficult for you."

Imroth takes a sip of his rum.

Tirost says, "There are certainly necromancers who never entered those guilds."

Etasia nods to Tirost.

Gridaksma asks Tirost, "Any of much value?"

Xadon says, "We arent as bad as some of you think But you havent taken the time to get to know us."

You nod to Xadon.

Gridaksma asks, "Or are they the children playing with tinders?"

Xadon says, "Of course there are the bad apples."

Grey Empath Akeiro just arrived, leading his group.

Tirost asks, "Most certainly. Do you know of Osven?"

Puppet Master Ezustrea just arrived.

Xadon says, "Just like in any other guild."

Morlokk nods at Xadon, obviously agreeing with his views.

Akeiro stands near Selame.

Gridaksma snickers.

Akeiro leans on Selame.

Ansara rubs Xadon's back.

Desimone says, "You're basically just really good at recyling. Rather commendable really."

Kethrai says, "I don't know that I've ever heard of Sidhlot having belonged to a guild."

Desimone smiles at Xadon.

Xadon says, "Your "halipa" as you call him."

Eonon grins at Desimone.

Miskton takes a sip of his rum.

Morlokk laughs at Desimone.

Xadon says, "He has a very colorful past."

You dryly say to Xadon, "So I've heard."

Jaelia says, "Gridaskma is right. The Immortals are very firm that Necromancy is their issue, not sorcery. Unless it is Sorcery that verges on that area. And even it seems it is the Heralds who care a lot more about the Sorcery that could rip at the fabrics of the world. I am sorry some of you experienced the demon lords they enslave themselves - and that is Important. But beyond those rare big events, it is the Community and our world as it is now that matters most. And the changes that are to be made are by Us - not the Rulers. And some of us have been at the end of the Inquistion without having Anything to do with Necrmoancy. The inqusition lends itself to sympathy for what is problematic."

Xadon says, "He was once not welcome in the town which he now calls home."

Xadon says, "There are bad people in all guilds."

Elurora nods at Xadon, obviously agreeing with his views.

Etasia says, "He is a brilliant mage, if i might say."

Xionara nods.

You say to Xadon, "But he has reformed himself."

Xadon says, "He is."

Alanarue takes a bite of the pastry.

Xadon nods.

Etasia nods at Xadon, obviously agreeing with his views.

Xadon says, "But you judge a whole in the acts of a few."

Desimone takes a bite of the cheesecake.

You say to Xadon, "Anyone can return to the path..."

Xadon nods to you.

Gridaksma asks Tirost, "Do you truly know Osven's past?"

Xadon asks, "Why would i want to return to an immortal when i live truely free?"

Zalinyar leans on Leayne.

Ahneya says to Jaelia, "Would you like to be a bard, I have never seen so many words spoken in one breath."

Crobin says, "Many are judged by the ways of a few."

Kethrai says, "There are bad people in all guilds. Not all guilds wield magic that by its nature -- not as a side effect, its nature -- perverts the energy of life and weakens the bounds of our plane. Nor regularly truck with those demons that live outside it and wish to see it split open and feast on its entrails."

Crobin says, "I hate to say it."

Ahneya smiles at Jaelia.

Elurora whispers something to Ahneya.

Etasia appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Xadon nods to Crobin.

Crobin says, "But many who see someone doing a bad thing, and are a part of a group."

Crobin says, "Makes for a whole group to get a bad name."

Primal Hotshot Kaeylie just arrived.

Kaeylie joins Eonon's group.

You notice as a spotted leopard slinks into the area.

Crobin says, "Something that needs to be worked on in my eyes."

Tirost says, "He was not my intimate friend, but I have seen the visions of the knot, and spoken with those who knew him."

Eonon smiles at Kaeylie.

Jaelia says to Ahneya, "I am not nearly pretty or talented enough to to be a bard."

Eonon catches Kaeylie up in a fierce embrace, swinging her around exuberantly.

Kaeylie smiles at Eonon.

Xadon says, "All I ask is , before you judge... get to know what you are judging."

Xadon nods.

Levinas calmly says, "Unfortunately, the nature of social beings."

Xadon says, "Im free to speak any time."

Zynell asks, "Have we made mention that not all follow the demonic or redemption paths? what does the tempered compassion ethics say of those?"

Kaeylie wraps her arm around Eonon's shoulder in a friendly hug.

Leayne blinks at Crobin.

Xadon says, "And we aren't all monsters."

Gridaksma chuckles at Tirost.

Zynell angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at you.

Akeiro leans over and scratches Selame's back.

Ahneya says to Jaelia, "You think to highly of them."

Gridaksma waves his hand distractedly.

Crobin angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Leayne.

Xionara softly says, "That is a possibility."

You say to Xadon, "What Kethrai says is true... your magic is inherently more dangerous to the world."

Xadon says, "Cant say one person in the room has been harmed by me."

Xadon says, "Helped maybe."

Xadon nods.

Gridaksma asks you, "Than what?"

Xionara glances at Xadon.

Selame trills softly at Akeiro.

You say to Gridaksma, "Than the recognized guilds' magics."

Imroth nods to Gridaksma.

Kaeylie snickers.

Kaeylie pets her spotted leopard.

Gridaksma says, "Warrior Mages are as big of a threat to our existance."

Xadon says, "Thats all i have to say, thanks for listening."

Alanarue says, "I feel we judge many too harshly. It seems that we should make our decisions upon the individuals and not the whole. That is my take."

You decline Xadon's offer to shake hands.

Crobin ponders.

Etasia sighs.

Levinas bows.

Jaelia nods to Alanarue.

Elurora nods to Alanarue.

Eonon grins at Kaeylie.

Eonon snuggles up to Kaeylie.

Xadon nods to Alanarue.

Kaeylie snuggles up to Eonon.

You say to Zynell, "I am aware of those who do not follow demons but do not seek redemption from the immortals, yes. I feel that they are still a danger to society and hope they will return to the immortals."

Crobin nods to Alanarue.

You nod to Xadon.

Eonon grins at Kaeylie.

Crobin says, "I have seen many people grow in the ways of what many call."

Crobin says, "Dark Magic."

Crobin says, "Or Necromancy."

Akeiro casually observes the area.

Akeiro clears his throat.

You observe Crobin with fascination.

Crobin says, "One of my youngest friends took to that direction."

Kethrai angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Crobin.

Crobin says, "He took it for a different reason then most."

Xadon says, "I feel a warmage is just as much of a danger , with your holes in the magical plaines and such."

Xadon nods to you.

Crobin says, "He was sick...and the Immortals were not able to help him."

Crobin says, "The empaths were unable to cure his body."

Crobin says, "So he found a way."

Jaelia says, "I think perhaps we expect a bit too much of our leadership. Community and helping and serving and assisting and even general kindness and understand - you don't even have to change. But it is your actions that matter. I like having less active formal Leaders. When they are more active - I did not like when the High Temple became a political position that ruled most of the Provinces and I'm a cleric."

Levinas calmly says, "I agree about warmages, but Im a biased moon mage."

Etasia ponders thoughtfully

Kaeylie snorts, loudly.

Tirost says to Xadon, "The gods seem to feel differently."

Crobin says, "A way to keep himself living to try and find a cure through the dark arts."

Selame squirms.

Morlokk shakes his head as if clearing it.

Crobin says, "I never judged him for the way he went about it."

Etasia says to Xadon, "It took more than just the war mages to create that hole."

Ears tilted forward, Selame curls her tail around Akeiro's waist loosely.

Xadon says, "Your gods, not the gods."

You say to Xadon, "The elemental planes are much closer to us than the Void, and elemental energies strengthen the boundaries of the planes as can be observed in the Zaulfun stones and the Zengmodaleth."

Crobin says, "Never did he kill another person."

Imroth nods to Crobin.

Eonon grins.

Ezerak says, "Whatabout, whatabout, whatabout. The whataboutisms are tiresome. I've known no Warrior Mages, save Lyras, that have consorted with demons."

Xadon says, "Your gods dont accept what dosent bow to them."

Xadon nods to Tirost.

Crobin says, "But he learned from the creatures he hunted, learned the ways of the body."

Kethrai nods to you.

Xadon says, "I bow to no one."

Xadon nods to Tirost.

Imroth laughs at Ezerak.

Crobin nods to Xadon.

Imroth exclaims, "That was one time!"

Gridaksma says to Ezerak, "They open and stabilize planes we should not be contacting."

Ansara squints at Xadon.

Eonon says, "Book was a war mage as I understand it."

Crobin says, "Many do not bow to people."

Eonon whistles a merry tune.

Xadon says, "Besides you Love."

Crobin says, "I was brought up a slave."

Gridaksma says, "Perhaps we haven't named their entities demons yet."

Xadon kisses Ansara. And he doesn't seem to want to stop.

Crobin says, "A house pet."

Crobin says, "I for one."

Ansara nods to Xadon.

Xadon grins.

Ansara kisses Xadon. And she doesn't seem to want to stop.

Ezerak says to Gridaksma, "But not the one that contains entities that seek to actively destroy us."

Crobin says, "Will never bow to another man."

Kethrai says to Eonon, "And a Philosopher of the Knife."

Leayne rubs Crobin gently, massaging his muscles.

Eonon nods to Kethrai.

Darkewolff chortles softly at some secret joke.

Desimone takes a sip of her milkshake.

Xadon says, "My wife, and an amazing Bardess."

Xadon gestures at Ansara.

Kethrai says, "So, one of those that, at least by their own principles, doesn't consort with demons."

Gridaksma says to Ezerak, "Apparently you missed the memo on how wrong that realm is for our types."

Ansara gives an awkward curtsy, nearly falling over!

Ezerak looks at Gridaksma and shrugs.

Xadon says, "She took the time to get to know a necro."

Xadon nods.

Morlokk slowly asks, "I know im a tog of lowly imoport, but this seems to be far more an issue of religion and what the immortals approve than high low or middle sorcery. with that i ask you this, would you rather a necromancer who deems all the gods immoral and hypocrite, or a thief devoted to damaris??"

You ponder.

Ezerak asks Gridaksma, "I saw into the Plane of Exile, did you?"

Morlokk slowly says, "Or even a paladin devoted to harawep."

Morlokk gets an aurulent wildling spider icon lambent with moonsilver from inside his war belt.

Gridaksma chuckles at Ezerak.

Morlokk just kissed an aurulent wildling spider icon lambent with moonsilver!

(Crobin stands behind Leayne still listening to the group)

Betlind grins at Morlokk, her dimples flashing into view.

Gridaksma says to Ezerak, "More than once."

Eonon says, "I think that's apples and oranges for a comparison."

Etasia leans on Darkewolff.

Leayne smiles at Crobin, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

(Crobin wraps his arms around Leayne's shoulders holding her to him)

Darkewolff smiles at Etasia.

Ezerak says, "I've also seen into the Plane of Electricity. And the Plane of Aether. Certainly not the same."

Sothios smirks.

Desimone takes a bite of the cheesecake.

Gridaksma says to Ezerak, "You understand so very little and call it safe."

Sothios says, "Im a thief devoted to Damaris."

Sothios leans on Morlokk.

Desimone says, "That's a good point. Asketi regularly murders us."

Zynell says to Morlokk, "My shadow are wonderful."

You gaze thoughtfully at Morlokk.

Levinas calmly says to Sothios, "Damaris never saw you."

Sothios asks, "You were saying?"

Kaeylie says, "I'd rather be kissed with the truth, then fed lies. At least a Necromancer, while to some may be vile. They hide not who or what they are for the convience of themseleves, no rather they do so for those mortals who choose to not understand."

Desimone says, "Who is the monster, then."

Kaeylie shrugs.

Sothios nods to Levinas.

Selame leans to her left slightly.

Sothios grins.

Morlokk slowly says, "As im a paladin devoted to harapwep."

Ezerak says to Gridaksma, "I am not saying it is safe, necessarily. Just not the same."

Alanarue stretches her arms.

Miskton says, "We'd all die in fairly short order if our plane didn't have some contact with the Elemental Planes. Lack of contact with the Spiritual Plane and Plane of Probability probably wouldn't be quite so immediately life threatening, but probably have their own complications."

Gridaksma says to Ezerak, "And each demon as they are named are not the same either."

Akeiro slowly empties his lungs.

Levinas nods at Miskton, obviously agreeing with his views.

Gridaksma says, "For that matter neither are the gods."

You say to Morlokk, "I would prefer the thief as they are not engaging in magics which have been shown to be extremely dangerous to all of society..."

Etasia smiles at Miskton, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Coethi goes west.

You nod to Miskton.

Ezerak says to Gridaksma, "It matters little. I've seen more than enough of the denizens of the Plane of Exile."

Kaeylie says, "All magics are inherintely dangerous, be it arcane, elemental or moon."

Kaeylie shrugs.

Xadon asks, "Like your fire rain?"

You nod at Ezerak, in complete agreement with his views.

Selame tries to grab Akeiro's arm, but misses by a mile.

Xadon asks, "Your chain lightning?"

Desimone takes a bite of the cheesecake.

Levinas calmly says, "We can go spell for spell, each guild their own."

Crobin says, "I find finger waggling...interesting and terrifying at the same time."

Akeiro leans on Selame.

Tirost grins at Crobin.

Leayne grins at Crobin, her dimples flashing into view.

Selame grabs Akeiro's hand and whimpers softly.

Kaeylie grins at Crobin.

Levinas calmly says, "Its trivial."

Miskton says, "Which is not to say that opening stronger connections haphazardly is a wise idea, of course. A campfire and a forest fire are not equally as useful."

Crobin winks at Tirost.

Tirost says to Crobin, "Fair assessment, my friend."

Xadon nods to Levinas.

Morlokk slowly says, "A thief using a khri to assasinate a politicians daughter to instill fear or blackmail is not of concern to society."

Crobin nods to Tirost.

Crobin says, "I mean really."

You say to Kaeylie, "But not in the same way. Comparing high sorceries to guild magics is a false equivalence."

Crobin says, "You can hurl a bolt of ligntning from out of no where."

Zalinyar quietly says to Crobin, "I felt that way about knitting when I tried it that one time."

Crobin says, "Or the Moon Mages who can travel across the planes in a matter of moments."

Ezerak nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Etasia laughs at Zalinyar.

Eonon gently kisses Kaeylie on the cheek.

Levinas calmly says, "Moments... sometimes longer though."

Etasia grins at Zalinyar, her dimples flashing into view.

Selame slowly empties her lungs.

Jaelia gestures.

Zalinyar winks at Etasia.

Kethrai asks Xadon, "I'm curious. You say you bow to no one, that includes demons?"

Eonon grins.

Akeiro takes a seat near Selame.

Xadon says, "Magic is just that, magic. Used in the wrong hands its dangerous."

Etasia appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Eonon catches Kaeylie up in a fierce embrace, swinging her around exuberantly.

Selame takes a seat near Akeiro.

Kaeylie says, "To whom, though, even the Immortals give lenicency to those whom we call Necromancers. Given freely a path to Redemtion, ,yet again and again they are harrassed, bullied and decried as foul."

Crobin nods to Xadon.

Morlokk slowly says, "Are we comparing magics or the requirement of society to bend to the immortals? Because that seems the discussion just being made inside."

Eonon grins.

Exile's Bane Eonon drifts east.

Crobin chuckles.

Salvitoriel says to you, "Well as entertaining as running in circles can be it's also rather tireing so I'm off to the cemetary to spar. It was a informative and thought provoking lecture thank you for putting it on."

Levinas calmly says, "Initially the latter but now the former."

Alanarue says, "My perspective may be in the minority here, but when it comes to sorcery.... I feel knowledge is power. If I am able to understand and dissect a 'sorcerous' spell or event, I can better prepare in defending against or protecting others from that particular brand of magic. I don't mind engaging in the practice so long as the examination is learning for the sake of the betterment of the community."

You say to Kaeylie, "Those whom the immortals have granted their favor should be accepted by all of us."

Akeiro wraps his arms lovingly around Selame, snuggling close.

You nod to Salvitoriel.

Etasia waves to Salvitoriel.

You extend your bared palms to Salvitoriel in wordless greeting. Salvitoriel places his palms over yours, completing the ritual.

Salvitoriel waves.

Selame leans over and scratches Akeiro's back.

Ahneya goes south.

Salvitoriel strides east.

Alanarue nods.

Kaeylie says, "Yet not all are, I have witnessed it myself."

Kaeylie shrugs.

You nod to Kaeylie.

Levinas nods to Alanarue.

Akeiro slowly empties his lungs.

Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.

Miskton says to you, "I would put some additional caveats there, but they aren't specific to necromancers."

Imroth says, "The path to power and knowledge has corrupted many."

You smile at Miskton.

Selame squirms.

Kaeylie says, "Tis the way of mortals, we choose to label that which we don't understand."

Levinas nods in agreement.

Crobin nods to Kaeylie.

Leayne leans on Crobin.

Crobin leans on Leayne.

Leayne nods to Crobin.

You say to Miskton, "Yes, I was speaking in the context of necromancers and our society..."

Kethrai says to Alanarue, "You and I are in a strange position when it comes to sorcery, though."

Akeiro takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Zalinyar says to Kaeylie, "And Judge."

Levinas calmly says, "Fear of the unknown is irrational, yet, here we are nonetheless."

Akeiro wraps his arms lovingly around Selame, snuggling close.

Zalinyar rolls her eyes.

Kaeylie says, "One need not agree with one's choice of guild, yet they are given by the immortals the right to make that choice."

Crobin says, "To be fair."

Kethrai says, "We have access to low sorcery, using other mana types for their own native spells. But there isn't an equivalent kind of high sorcery for us to practice."

Crobin says, "Where you are raised can also show you a different way to look into magics."

Ezerak nods at Miskton, obviously agreeing with his views.

Kaeylie says, "Who are we to question the will of the Immortals, the path the necromancer walks is that, theirs. And the Immortals have set them on it perhaps with divine intentions."

Akeiro offers Selame a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Selame kisses Akeiro on the nose.

You say to Alanarue, "You raise an interesting point, the Academy here will train you in all sorts of methods that will give you a better understanding of sorcery."

Selame accepts Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo.

Kethrai says, "Those are often the... stronger, riskier, more dangerous ones."

Jaelia says, "I appreciate Anuril opening the conversation to start. This is a long conversation and - many perspective and I'm glad to hear them all being discussed instead of us just hiding it under a rug. Things are very nuanced and multi-faceted."

Selame takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Xadon says, "We dont have high sorcery either."

You bow to Jaelia.

Xadon says, "We have our native spells."

Levinas nods in agreement.

Xadon nods to Crobin.

Gridaksma says, "It would be one thing to trust the immortals, but their mortal agents carry out their actions, and certainly don't have the best history of being right."

Levinas calmly says, "Much nuance."

Levinas nods to Jaelia.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Ezerak says to Xadon, "What you...do...is by definition High Sorcery."

Kethrai says to Xadon, "Every spell you practice is high sorcery."

Tirost guzzles down some of his ale and then smacks his lips and wipes them with his sleeve.

Zynell says, "No it is not."

Kethrai says, "You just... can't see the differences between the mana types, any more."

You ponder.

Selame offers Akeiro a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Desimone asks, "That gathering you went to Anuril, is that a regular gathering? Or could it be?"

Xadon says, "It isnt."

Akeiro accepts Selame's scarlet cigarillo.

Zynell says, "Only certain ones are truly high sorcery."

Xadon nods to Ezustrea.

Xadon nods to Ezerak.

You say to Desimone, "Sadly the one who organized it left on a journey that I am not sure they will return from."

Zynell says, "And most are otherwise low necromancy or low sorcery."

Desimone says, "Fostering communication, et cetera."

Desimone says, "Oh."

(Crobin starts to waggle his fingers but almost gets them tied in a knot)

Leayne grins at Crobin, her dimples flashing into view.

Tempest Knight Saragos just arrived.

Kaeylie snickers at Crobin.

Zalinyar grins at Crobin, her dimples flashing into view.

You say to Desimone, "That does not mean someone else won't pick up the torch, as it were."

Leayne waggles her fingers mystically at Crobin. How nice.

Elurora quietly says, "I think I need a chart to keep track of all the magic terms."

Elurora gazes up at the sky.

Tirost smiles at Saragos.

You nod to Saragos.

Tirost bows.

Ezerak says to Xadon, "I've studied enough Arcana and Magical Theory. What you do is blending multiple mana types together. It is the definition of High Sorcery."

Xihlamia wryly says, "I need a tome of charts."

Tirost asks Saragos, "Fashionably late?"

Crobin leans on Tirost.

Ezerak shakes Saragos's hand.

Alanarue says, "And..... if one truly thinks about it... if the Immortals did not intend for us to learn some patterns of magic from others, then it would not be possible at all, regardless of runes, scrolls and other magical imbuements."

Crobin nibbles on Leayne playfully.

Elurora grins at Xihlamia.

Xadon asks, "You seem to be an expert, which of my spells do you think is high sorcery?"

Tirost grins at Crobin.

Xadon peers quizzically at Ezerak.

Saragos says to Tirost, "Something like that. I came as soon as my commitments would allow."

Saragos grins crookedly.

Tirost smiles.

Etasia smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Ezerak says to Xadon, "Any of them that blend multiple mana types."

Tirost nods to Saragos.

You ask Alanarue, "They are powerful but not, I think, omnipotent?"

Morlokk slowly says, "Its no secret i have a brother i love dearly, he chose a different path than i. for our fate dealt us, he has devoted his life to harming the immortals in any way he knows how, while helping any person in any way he can. i have chosen to appease the two gods i find most terrifying and useful, harawep and eylhaar. he is struck down by the gods hands quite often and jailed in the same cities he protects during invasion. I am welcomed in every city and have walked and supped with the baron himself. I would argue were fighting and killing each other over immortals who dont care for us. Only a mood change or bad mood seperates asketi from hodierna yet we act like theres 39 immortals not 13."

Xadon says, "I use arkane mana."

Crobin laughs at Jaelia.

Xadon asks, "Have you used a wand?"

Alanarue says, "Then that means they allow for us to make our own mind up."

Xadon peers quizzically at Ezerak.

Lazy curls of smoke drift off of Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo.

Zynell says, "Most of the necromantic spells blend two mana types. which is the definition of low sorcery."

You gaze thoughtfully at Morlokk.

Xadon nods to Zynell.

Kaeylie says, "Here's what I know, lives are meant to be lives and all should live it to the best of thier ability to please thier chosen immortal, or not if that be the case. The magics one chooses to follow, or path if you will were placed here with intention. Perhapsp by human hands, perhaps by Divine."

Elurora rubs her nose.

Etasia smiles at Morlokk, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Gridaksma nods to Elurora.

Kethrai says, "There's a bit of a terminology issue too, that some sources use low sorcery to refer to cross-mana use like when adventurers use spells from a different mana type, and high sorcery to mean mixtures of mana types."

Zynell says, "Some of the more intricate ones are high sorcery."

Kethrai says, "Some sources use low sorcery to mean mixing two or fewer mana types, and high sorcery to mean mixing three."

Zynell says, "But by definition not all necromancy falls under high sorcery."

Ezerak says to Xadon, "Ah, more whataboutisms. Wands are self-activating magical devices, and require no mana input from the user."

Kaeylie says, "Perhaps."

Kaeylie coughs.

Gridaksma whispers something to Elurora.

Lazy curls of smoke drift off of Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo.

You wince.

Xadon says, "My point."

Xadon nods to Ezerak.

Tirost says to you, "I must take my leave. Thank you for speaking on this, Anuril. It was facinating."

You say to Kethrai, "Perhaps I should have chosen different terms."

Akeiro hums happily to himself.

Xadon says, "You dont even use mana."

You nod to Tirost.

Coethi just arrived.

Xadon says, "But can with devices."

Xadon nods.

Etasia smiles at Tirost, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Etasia waves to Tirost.

Saragos nods to Zynell.

Tirost says to Navesi, "Thanks for teaching. It's been good to see you."

Tirost waves to Etasia.

Zynell nods.

Ezerak says to Xadon, "On the contrary, I use mana frequently."

Navesi nods to Tirost.

Xionara's ears perk up happily.

Selame gazes thoughtfully at Akeiro.

Tirost says to Etasia, "Till our next adventure."

Xadon smiles.

Etasia grins at Tirost, her dimples flashing into view.

Tirost smiles at Betlind.

Betlind hugs Tirost, who wraps his arms around Betlind with a warm smile.

Etasia says, "Indeed."

Saragos quickly salutes Tirost by bringing two fingers to his brow.

Tirost hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.

Elurora looks at Gridaksma and shrugs.

Primal Hotshot Kaeylie patters east.

Betlind smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Xionara waves to Tirost.

Xadon says, "Of course you do."

A light haze of smoke wafts off Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo.

Xadon smiles.

Tirost waves to Xionara.

Tirost says to Xionara, "I will see you around, I hope."

Zynell says to you, "Would have been wise to use other terms if you had not intended to misslabel a whole guild."

You say to Xadon, "I would have to say that from what I know... which isn't much, at least some of your spells are what I called in my talk: high sorcery."

Tirost says to Kethrai, "Take care, Kethrai."

Kethrai bows to Tirost.

Crobin waves to Kethrai.

Tirost waves.

Crobin hugs Kethrai, who wraps his arms around Crobin with a warm smile.

You say to Zynell, "I defined my terms so... At least I was clear on what -I- meant."

Knight of Meraud Tirost drifts east.

Xadon says, "Any time you like."

Alanarue says, "One moment."

Xadon nods to you.

Leayne hugs Kethrai, who wraps his arms around Leayne with a warm smile.

Alanarue points east.

Shadow's Touch Alanarue sashays east.

Xadon says, "We can speak and i can demonstrate."

Xadon nods.

You give Xadon a slight nod.

Zynell says, "That is not usually what people take away when terms are otherwise used."

You say to Xadon, "Thank you for the offer, I will consider it."

Selame wraps her arms lovingly around Akeiro, snuggling close.

Xadon says, "No danger to you or anyone else of course."

Xadon nods to you.

You give a slight nod.

Crobin laughs at Jaelia.

Akeiro takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Imroth says, "Well, thank you for the discussion. It is a strange topic."

Akeiro offers Selame a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Ansara says to Navesi, "I'd like to introduce to you my husband, finisher of the Theren Bridge, and renoun necromancer."

You smile at Imroth.

Selame accepts Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo.

Ansara gestures at Xadon.

Imroth snaps to attention and hails you with a crisp hand salute.

Navesi raises an eyebrow.

Gridaksma just edged a little closer to the Void!

Xadon smiles at Navesi.

You say to Imroth, "Thank you for listening."

Xionara twitches an ear nervously.

Xadon bows to Navesi.

Navesi says, "Mm. I see."

Selame kisses Akeiro on the nose.

Xadon says, "A pleasure Ma'am."

Ansara says to Navesi, "Who everyone interviewed in your article knew about but refused to speak about or to."

Lazy curls of smoke drift off of Selame's scarlet cigarillo.

A pained expression crosses Saragos's face.

Xionara softly says, "That's curious."

Selame takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Navesi says, "I'd have to check my notes to see if a name was mentioned, but not that I recall."

Levinas signals his departure with a courteous bow, and then is simply gone -- in what direction, or by what means, you cannot say for sure.

Zalinyar asks Crobin, "Can I drink yet?"

Morlokk flails his arms about.

Zalinyar peers quizzically at Crobin.

Saragos asks Xadon, "What's your particular bent?"

Elurora quietly says, "I need to read this article."

Elurora jots down some notes.

Saragos gazes at Xadon.

Crobin nods to Zalinyar.

Etasia grins at Zalinyar, her dimples flashing into view.

Crobin says, "Of course."

Xadon shakes Saragos's hand.

Zalinyar takes a sip of her rum.

Xionara nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.

Xadon says, "Xadon."

Leayne peers quizzically at Crobin.

Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.

Xadon says, "A pleasure."

Zalinyar says to Crobin, "Thank Damaris."

Navesi says to Elurora, "It's available with the imps at present."

Crobin snuggles up to Leayne.

Ansara says to Navesi, "It is also documented in the logs that were placed in the librarys."

Dreadnaught Imroth goes east.

Zalinyar takes a sip of her rum.

Elurora nods to Navesi.

Crobin chuckles.

Elurora smiles at Navesi.

Crobin exhales softly on his sanowret crystal, and scintillating sparks of light dance across its surface.

Kethrai asks Xadon, "So, sorry, if I may ask again. You'd said you bow to no one, which I guess to include demons. This isn't just a matter of... terminology too, yeah? You don't... Exalt, follow, revere them, either?"

Miskton takes a sip of his rum.

Navesi nods.

Morlokk smiles at Ansara.

Xadon says, "I dont bow to demons either."

Morlokk smiles at Xadon.

Xadon nods to Kethrai.

Selame gazes at her cigarillo.

Navesi wryly asks Xadon, "Any particularly nefarious titles I should ascribe to you, Necromancer?"

Xadon says, "I answer to myself."

Xadon says, "And my wife."

Xadon grins at Ansara.

Kethrai says, "Interesting. I apologize for thinking otherwise of you, then."

Ansara says to Navesi, "Bridge Completionist Xadon."

Gridaksma says, "Good save."

Crobin nods to Leayne.

Xadon says, "Im not nefarious."

Selame quietly says to Xadon, "Good follow through."

Xadon looks at Navesi and shrugs.

Jaelia asks, "Autonomous Arcanist, perhaps?"

Saragos asks, "By 'what's your bent', I mean, do you consider yourself a Philosopher, or are openly doing the bidding of Demons?"

Elurora looks at Betlind, obviously trying not to grin.

Selame nods at Akeiro, obviously agreeing with his views.

Leayne nods to Crobin.

Selame fans herself.

(Coethi shifts uncomfortably and continues to watch the goings on in silence.)

Selame takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Betlind grins at Elurora, her dimples flashing into view.

Navesi nods to Ansara.

Xadon nods to Gridaksma.

Selame offers Akeiro a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Akeiro accepts Selame's scarlet cigarillo.

Xadon says, "Smart."

Akeiro takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.

Navesi stiffly says, "Noted."

Xadon taps his head.

Xionara paces back and forth.

Kethrai says to Xadon, "I'd heard it said once that you were an apprentice of Nefis, who himself was a follower of the Manifold."

Xadon says, "Was."

You observe Xadon with fascination.

Ezustrea just left.

Xadon says, "We have parted ways."

Miskton takes a sip of his rum.

Xionara softly says, "Nefis..."

Ansara says to Navesi, "And we are open to interviews and available for comment."

Xadon says, "My path was not his."

Kethrai nods to Xadon.

Xadon nods.

Navesi says, "Feel free to give your comment now."

Xionara paces back and forth.

Kethrai says, "I'm frankly glad to hear it."

Jaelia smiles warmly towards Coethi and makes a small gesture towards the food and drink on the picnic cloth, then a nod of acknowledgement.

Gridaksma whispers something to Elurora.

Xadon nods to Kethrai.

Ansara says, "Nefis was good with his words."

Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo goes out and crumbles away.

Jaelia offers Coethi a glass of mocha milkshake.

Xadon says, "And his work."

You nod at Kethrai, in complete agreement with his views.

Navesi asks Ansara, "Are you, too, a Necromancer?"

Jaelia offers Coethi a slice of pecan fudge brownies.

Selame rubs Akeiro gently, massaging his muscles.

Xadon says, "But it wasnt for me."

Akeiro says, "I fought him a few times."

Ansara says, "Learned a lot of prose, not so much of the rhyming though."

Navesi gets a slender oak-bound volume incised with "The First Land Herald" from inside her canvas rucksack.

Navesi gets a pristine goose feather quill from inside her black coat.

Coethi accepts Jaelia's pecan fudge brownies.

Navesi gently flattens her open volume.

Miskton nods politely.

Ansara says to Navesi, "Working on being a Bardess."

Miskton gestures.

A blinding flash of light explodes into existence! As it fades, you notice that Miskton is gone.

Leayne nods to Crobin.

Ansara says to Navesi, "I have a concert upcoming."

Morlokk shakes his head at Desimone.

Navesi gazes silently at Ansara.

Selame lets out a hearty cheer for Ansara!

Zalinyar grins at Ansara, her dimples flashing into view.

Akeiro touches Ansara on the wrist with two fingers.

Desimone nods to Morlokk.

Ansara says, "It'll be my second one."

Xadon smirks.

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

[Asemath Academy, Central Fountain]

A fountain gurgles cheerfully somewhere nearby and the scent of plants and flowers fills the night air. You stand in a large open space but you can sense the presence of buildings nearby. You also see a bright yellow plaid cloth with several things on it and a black panther that is sitting.

Also here: Coethi, Tempest Knight Saragos who has a fiery visage, Blood Dancer Selame who is sitting, Grey Empath Akeiro who is sitting, Long Sticka Morlokk, Imerald, War Wizard Etasia, Field Medic Darkewolff, Warder Meganlique, Black Fox Xionara, Primal Lady Zalinyar, Bridge Completionist Xadon whose form is orbited by an array of unblinking sanguine eyes, Shadow Mage Telamont who is wreathed in Katamba-black shadows, Sothios who is engulfed by a tsunami of cerulean light, Soul Surgeon Zynell who is crowned by a ring of glimmering stars, Zaydencus, Fearless Crobin, Transcendent Empath Leayne, Shield Maiden Betlind, Mountain Lord Ezerak, Newswoman Navesi, Heart Tender Kethrai, Musical Enthusiast Ansara, Favored Desimone, Xihlamia, Mother Jaelia who is emanating a benevolent holy aura, Lord of Elamiri Gridaksma and Truthseeker Elurora whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light.

Obvious paths: north, east, south, west.

Elurora flashes a quick grin at Gridaksma.

Ansara curtsies awkwardly to Akeiro, trying to keep her balance.

Akeiro nods to Ansara.

You softly say, "I wonder if that drink table is still in the hall..."

Gridaksma whispers something to Elurora.

Kethrai says to Ansara, "I'd heard you described as Nefis' apprentice too, actually, at the time. But also parted ways."

Kethrai angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Ansara.

Elurora giggles at Gridaksma.

Coethi says to Jaelia, "Thank you."

Navesi says to Ansara, "Well if either of you have a comment, now is the time."

Gridaksma grins at Elurora.

Jaelia says to Coethi, "It is nice to see you here. Thank you for coming out."

Ansara says to Kethrai, "You ever hear the man speak, good for working on public speaking and performing."

Jaelia smiles at Coethi.

Xadon says, "What would you like a comment about."

Xadon smiles at Navesi.

Ozursus walks quietly into the area.

Kethrai says, "I have, and I agree. Remarkably persuasive fellow."

Etasia pets her black panther.

Elurora gets a goblet of strawberry wine from inside her square lunchbox.

You accept Elurora's offer and are now holding a goblet of strawberry wine.

Gridaksma says to Navesi, "The time is always now, part of how time works."

Elurora flashes a quick grin at you.

You say to Elurora, "Bless you."

Ansara says to Xadon, "Your bridge was what had me looking for her, you were not mentioned in the article."

Betlind flashes a wide grin.

You take a sip of the wine.

Ansara nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Xadon says, "Necro's not as bad as ya think... Just ask Xadon."

Elurora quietly says to you, "Probably not your preferred, but it's all I had."

Xadon nods to Navesi.

You grin at Elurora.

Xionara flicks her ears back in obvious annoyance.

Coethi says to Jaelia, "Thank you. It's quite a lot of people here."

Zynell leans back against Sothios with a loving smile.

Navesi says, "I don't need one, but if you wish to supply one about the bridge, it will be noted. Though I never guarantee it will go into the paper. That depends on space and other editing factors."

Selame gasps at Akeiro!

Xadon says, "Oh, i placed the last stone."

You praise Coethi's efforts, supporting him with your approval.

You pat Coethi on the back.

You say to Coethi, "Good to see you again."

Navesi lightly says to Gridaksma, "Indeed. I didn't know you were one for plays on words."

Kethrai asks you, "Didn't you launch the final blow that drove Jeihrem back to his keep?"

Gridaksma says, "I think the real investigation should be why it took Therengia so long to learn how to build a bridge."

Xadon says, "I am the Bridge Completionist."

Xadon nods to Navesi.

Kethrai says to you, "Oughta get yourself a title too. Lich Slayer Anuril."

Selame begins chortling at Gridaksma.

Navesi nods to Xadon.

Xadon nods to Gridaksma.

Etasia grins at Kethrai, her dimples flashing into view.

Xionara begins chortling at Gridaksma.

Betlind begins chortling at Kethrai.

Ozursus walks out of the area, robes shuffling along the ground.

Navesi nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Crobin snuggles up to Leayne.

Morlokk slowly says, "More importantly he owns therengia."

Etasia grins at Betlind, her dimples flashing into view.

Xadon says, "Have to slay a lich fer the title."

Leayne smiles at Crobin, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Kethrai gazes up at the sky.

Leayne wraps her arms lovingly around Crobin, snuggling close.

Xadon says, "J is alive and well."

Gridaksma says to Xadon, "I've done that."

Xadon nods to Kethrai.

Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.

You say to Kethrai, "Well, yes I suppose if we're talking about who got the last hit in... it was me."

You say, "That's a bit like laying the last stone in a bridge."

You ponder.

Xadon says, "But... dont follow him either."

Ansara says to Navesi, "He withstood lots of threats and violence and it was his genius that found the perfect stone for placing."

Saragos grins at you.

Navesi sweetly asks Xadon, "How is his puddle-dom doing? Formed limbs again yet?"

Xadon says, "He didnt like when i told him that."

Ezerak says to Xadon, "I suppose if you call what he is alive."

Xadon shudders.

Saragos asks you, "Should I start calling you Lichbane?"

Navesi nods to Ansara.

You look at Saragos and sigh.

You grin.

Navesi writes something on a page in her oak-bound volume.

Navesi says to Saragos, "I like it."

Desimone takes a bite of the cheesecake.

You say to Saragos, "I won't disagree."

Kethrai asks Xadon, "Out of curiosity, are you aligned with the Philosophers? Or just... striking out on your own?"

Zalinyar says, "It would be a good name for the sword that delivered the blow."

Zalinyar nods to you.

Xadon says, "I have no alignment."

Kethrai nods to Xadon.

Ansara beams in loving admiration at Xadon!

Ansara says, "Cept to me."

You say to Zalinyar, "Oh it was one of those lava javelins, you know the ones..."

Ansara flirts with Xadon. Xadon smiles slowly, giving Ansara his full attention.

Xadon says, "Yup."

Saragos snorts, loudly.

Kethrai says, "And your wife."

Kethrai nods to Xadon.

Xadon nibbles on Ansara affectionately.

Zalinyar grins at you, her dimples flashing into view.

Xadon nods to Kethrai.

Selame smiles at Ansara.

Xadon grins.

Ansara winks at Selame.

Saragos asks Xadon, "Put it this way. You out for yourself, or are you running errands for Demons?"

Selame nods to Ansara.

Ansara says to Selame, "Gotta keep em in line ya know."

Kethrai says to you, "I do honestly miss the Forums, strange as it is to say. I learned a lot at every single one."

Xadon says, "I run errands fer my wife."

Xadon nods to Saragos.

Gridaksma says to Saragos, "You sound like Tallis talking to Khurek."

You nod at Kethrai, in complete agreement with his views.

Crobin chuckles.

Jaelia laughs!

You say to Kethrai, "It was an unparalleled resource.."

Selame grins at Ansara.

Jaelia laughs!

Xadon says, "I dont follow a "god" or a "demon."

Xadon nods to Saragos.

Kethrai says, "Somehow, when they had Cyrril to heckle, it made the other necromancers a lot more talkative."

Navesi says, "Run errands in between all the necromancy, of course."

You grin at Kethrai.

You cough.

Saragos asks Gridaksma, "Ok?"

Xadon asks, "Between my life?"

Xadon peers quizzically at Navesi.

Xadon says, "Yes."

Kethrai says, "Normally they'd be all coy and mysterious, but if they had a chance to correct Cyrril on some point of fact..."

Navesi raises an eyebrow in Kethrai's direction.

Elurora looks at Kethrai, obviously trying not to grin.

Ansara says to Xadon, "We are out of milk again."

Navesi asks, "Who's Cyrril?"

You blink at Navesi.

Jaelia says, "Listening to Tallis and Khurek speak made me ill from the start, and I imagine they would make me no less ill today."

Xadon asks, "You ever spent a Day with a Necro?"

Xadon peers quizzically at Navesi.

You say to Navesi, "The one who organized the meetings down in Ilithi that I spoke of attending, in my talk."

Navesi dryly says, "Just the one I was firing lava spears at."

You say to Navesi, "His name was Cyrril."

Saragos says, "Wasn't around to hear them speak to each other, so I couldn't say."

Xionara paces back and forth.

Xadon says, "I invite you to."

Zynell says, "Who had the worst filtering of truth i have ever seen."

Zalinyar asks Xadon, "Does it count if you didn't know they were a necromancer?"

Jaelia asks Xadon, "I would be willing, I spent enough time doing penance based on being labeled with their offenses, I can't imagine what more worse I could do?"

Zynell nods to you.

Xadon says, "Would be a great story."

Xadon nods.

Navesi says, "And a few who managed to conceal their taint long enough."

You ask Zynell, "Filtering?"

Navesi nods to you.

Xadon nods to Jaelia.

Navesi says, "I see."

Xadon says, "Any time you like."

Selame holds her hand up before her mouth and begins to cough, her shoulders shaking. Hope it's not contagious!

Jaelia nods to Xadon.

Akeiro grins at Selame.

Zynell says to you, "That one meeting he accepted any and every terrible idea thrown out to him as reasonable."

Ezerak says to Xadon, "I did. I broke his toes first, with a hammer. Seems they can't heal themselves without something dead around."

Ezerak appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Kethrai laughs!

Elurora blinks at Ezerak.

Kethrai asks Zynell, "Oh, the one about the philosophy of good and evil?"

Selame angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at Akeiro.

You say to Zynell, "Oh, hmm, I suppose he did have a very accepting attitude when he was trying to get a conversation going, that is true."

Zynell says to you, "Even if facts were explicitly against the idea."

Xadon says, "Not true."

Xadon gets a great chunk of mauler material from inside his night-black haversack.

You chuckle at Zynell.

Akeiro grins at Selame.

You nod to Zynell.

Selame laughs happily.

Xadon offers Ezerak a great chunk of mauler material.

Selame pulls Akeiro to her in a tight hug.

Zynell says to Kethrai, "That was the worst one, but it was every discussion."

Navesi grins at Ezerak.

Ezerak declines Xadon's offer.

Leayne smiles at Crobin, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Xadon smiles.

Xadon puts his material in his wyvern skull.

Kethrai says, "Yeah, it was pretty funny that there were some mutually exclusive ideas that he accepted and offered up one after the other."

Ezerak says to Xadon, "That's still a dead thing."

Xadon says, "A piece a one."

Xadon nods.

Kethrai says, "But... I guess he was trying to act more as facilitator than participant."

Navesi asks, "So what happened to this Cyrril?"

Desimone chuckles at Morlokk.

Zynell says, "It hindered learning."

Zynell nods to Kethrai.

Morlokk smiles.

Xadon says, "He was run off."

Xadon nods to Navesi.

Crobin chuckles at Leayne.

Leayne giggles at Crobin.

Zynell nods at Xadon, obviously agreeing with his views.

Selame winks at Akeiro.

Xadon says, "From people who dont understand Us."

Navesi says, "Mm."

You say to Navesi, "He told us he was going on a journey for personal resons and did not know if he would ever return. He did take us to a very interesting place though, for the last meeting..."

Zalinyar exclaims to Leayne, "I need to go let Doom out. See you two again soon!"

Zalinyar hugs Leayne, who wraps her arms around Zalinyar with a warm smile.

Ansara says to Xadon, "You could start them up again."

Zalinyar hugs Crobin, who wraps his arms around Zalinyar with a warm smile.

Morlokk nods at Desimone, obviously agreeing with her views.

Coethi takes a bite of the brownies.

Zalinyar waves.

Navesi nods to you.

Primal Lady Zalinyar strolls east.

Akeiro wraps his arms lovingly around Selame, snuggling close.

Xadon nods to Ansara.

Xadon says, "I may."

Xadon says, "All are invited."

Selame angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at Xadon.

Jaelia says, "Apologies for the Holy spells cast, they are only to keep my floaty orb friend full there is nothing I am going to d that is going to hurt anyone gathered."

Selame quietly asks Xadon, "Start what up again?"

Jaelia gestures over the shadowy orb, muttering tones of enchantment!

Xadon says, "Thats quite alright."

Navesi gazes at Jaelia.

Xadon nods to Jaelia.

Ansara says, "The necro talks."

Ansara nods to Selame.

Navesi says to Jaelia, "Don't ever apologize for honoring the Immortals."

Xadon says, "As you see , i didnt melt or die."

Leayne nods to Crobin.

Kethrai says, "I suppose they won't be called Philosopher's Forums any more."

Kethrai appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Xadon says, "Im quite ok."

Navesi gently closes a slender oak-bound volume incised with "The First Land Herald".

Jaelia says to Navesi, "I am trying to be polite to all gathered. There is time for Immortals, and time for Society, and we juggle both as clerics."

Navesi puts her volume in her black coat.

Navesi puts her quill in her black coat.

You smirk at Xadon.

Ezerak sarcastically says, "A damn shame."

Ansara asks Kethrai, "What name should we give em?"

Akeiro says to Kethrai, "I went to one of those meetings."

Xadon smiles at Ezerak.

Akeiro says, "Snacks were pretty good."

Kethrai looks at Ansara and shrugs.

Navesi says to Jaelia, "There's no need to be polite to Necromancers, certainly not at the expense of the Immortals."

Kethrai says, "Naming things is hard."

Leayne grins at Akeiro, her dimples flashing into view.

Elurora nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Crobin nods to Kethrai.

Morlokk sweeps a fine platinum chain strung with ilmenite cores and multi-faceted stormfire topaz beads off his head and in front of him in a large arc, fluidly stepping backward and bowing to Desimone at the same time.

Xadon says, "You dont have to like me."

Gridaksma glances at Elurora.

Crobin says, "I agree."

Xadon says, "Again."

Elurora flashes a wide grin at Gridaksma.

Zynell says, "There is always time to be polite."

Xadon says, "I dont require acceptace."

Zynell nods to Navesi.

Long Sticka Morlokk lurches east.

Navesi says to Zynell, "Respectfully disagree."

Selame leans over and scratches Akeiro's back.

Kethrai says, "I have a... personal anecdote, actually, on that..."

Coethi takes a bite of the brownies.

Elurora quietly says to Gridaksma, "Eskila keeps trying to get me to change Dog's name."

You observe Kethrai with fascination.

Gridaksma snickers at Elurora.

Betlind softly says, "Oh nugget..."

Etasia grins at Elurora, her dimples flashing into view.

Gridaksma says, "He seems to respond to it well enough."

Zynell says to Navesi, "Took the time to politely disagree."

Crobin nods to Leayne.

Kethrai says, "There is a necromancer, well, formerly one, who is a friend of mine."

Zynell winks at Navesi.

Zynell giggles.

Elurora nods at Gridaksma, obviously agreeing with his views.

Zynell playfully tilts her ears toward Navesi.

Navesi exclaims to Zynell, "You are not a Necromancer!"

Elurora grins at Etasia.

Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Kethrai.

Etasia grins at Elurora, her dimples flashing into view.

Zynell giggles at Navesi.

Selame peers quizzically at Kethrai.

Kethrai says, "She... struggled, quite a lot, with trying not to fall too far into the darkness, despite the demonic temptations to do so."

Xionara angles her ears forward in curiosity.

Jaelia asks Navesi, "But I'm not dishonoring the Immortals. I make no apologies for my spells, only that I am not looking to start something I am not going to finish or wanting to invite. That keeps me alive. And lines of communication open. And if lines of communication had been more open - perhaps the necromancer issue would not still be one, as minor as it seems now - 5 decades later?"

Navesi nods to Kethrai.

Elurora giggles at Etasia.

Akeiro asks Kethrai, "The one that cursed with gnomishness?"

Etasia appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Kethrai says, "I and some others, well... Tried to be compassionate with her, and forgiving, the times when she fell short."

Kethrai shakes his head at Akeiro.

Akeiro nods.

Leayne hugs Crobin, who wraps his arms around Leayne with a warm smile.

Kethrai says, "I eventually assisted her on her path back to the Immortals."

Gridaksma gazes thoughtfully at Kethrai.

Crobin snuggles up to Leayne.

Xionara angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at Kethrai.

Navesi says to Jaelia, "My advice is to keep your honor in the Immortals, and run away if you find yourself truly in danger. Not that you could be, with the Immortals to raise you again."

Leayne grins at Crobin, her dimples flashing into view.

Navesi nods to Kethrai.

Leayne wraps her arms lovingly around Crobin, snuggling close.

Jaelia grins at Navesi.

Xadon says, "Should you ever wish to not be a biggeted person, you are free to follow me around and see just how HORRIBLE a necro is."

Navesi says to Kethrai, "An honorable task."

Xadon nods.

Gridaksma says, "And neverforget the temple is not the immortals."

Zynell nods at Gridaksma, obviously agreeing with his views.

Ezerak snorts, loudly.

You ponder.

Zynell nods emphatically.

Jaelia says, "That is the wisest thing Spoken today, Thank you Gridaksma."

Zynell nods at Jaelia, obviously agreeing with her views.

Gridaksma says, "They also shouldn't let any of their inquisitors put dungeons under their bed."

Jaelia chortles softly at some secret joke.

Elurora grins at Betlind.

Xihlamia slinks east.

Leayne studies her diamond-hide almanac closely.

Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Gridaksma.

Saragos says, "Regarding communication, it's pretty simple to me. Those that call themselves Philosophers... I don't agree with, I think they're doing dangerous things, and I think they're fooling themselves if they believe they can get out clean. But the Perverse? I'm not sure what sort of conversation you can have with them. They're serving the wolves at our door, the things that, if they get their way will end it all."

Gridaksma nods to Akeiro.

Leayne nods to Crobin.

Elurora asks Xadon, "Is your offer open to anyone?"

Ezerak nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Jaelia nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.

Xadon nods to Elurora.

Elurora gives Xadon a slight nod.

Xadon says, "It is."

Desimone asks, "Yes, how do we sign up for 'A day with Xadon', to see what necromancers do?"

Crobin nods to Leayne.

Saragos says, "Regardless of anything else, if you like living life in a way that we understand it, helping Demons get their way is working against your own best interests. That's not religion, that's just sense."

Kethrai says, "Sorry, lost my train of thought. I guess, my point being."

Xadon says, "Just ask."

Leayne waves.

Xadon smiles.

Leayne softly says, "Be well all."

Jaelia beams at Leayne!

Jaelia waves to Leayne.

Betlind bows to Leayne.

Etasia nods to Leayne.

Zynell says to Saragos, "Plenty of conversation to be had, they are quite interesting and have pretty solid grasps on topics i find most anyone else lacking in."

Imerald wanders east.

Kethrai says, "Compassion and... politeness, even. May be worth offering."

Elurora nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.

Darkewolff nods to Leayne.

Kethrai says, "Even if you aren't sure the person ever really can come back from that dark place."

Darkewolff nods to Crobin.

Xadon nods to Kethrai.

Xadon says, "Always."

Transcendent Empath Leayne glides east, leading her group.

Gridaksma asks Saragos, "And if the temple asks you to further the necromantic cause in their name? Are you still evil?"

Xadon says, "As i have been polite to those here who dipise me because of my guild."

Akeiro nods to Selame.

Zynell says to Saragos, "My theurgy studies are vastly improved by conversations with the profane actually."

Xadon says, "But have never taken the time to speak to me."

Xadon nods to Kethrai.

Navesi says to Kethrai, "I support anyone who seeks redemption from the Immortals."

Selame stands up.

Selame dusts herself off.

Selame gazes down at the ground.

Akeiro grins at Selame.

Akeiro chuckles.

Xadon says, "So you support slavery."

Xadon nods.

Akeiro waves.

Etasia waves to Akeiro.

Xadon says, "Noted."

Akeiro waves to Etasia.

Etasia smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Ezerak looks over at Xadon and yawns.

Darkewolff smirks.

Xadon asks, "Sleepy?"

You say to Xadon, "I do not see how the analogy works as the immortals do not dictate my actions."

Xadon peers quizzically at Ezerak.

Jaelia says, "Also, you do have to understand, I was down with the let's kill all the necromancers at the start of the war with Lyras. It was that time and the aftermath that followed that made me tell the Princess after the Prince died - he died in Service of the Immortals, just like any other Immortal while she's grieving for herself and her children, and be very done with Political heads and figures of state and temple."

Zynell says, "Perhaps not obviously."

Xadon asks, "No? who is your immortal?"

Zynell nods to you.

Kethrai asks Xadon, "And for what it's worth, we're speaking right here and now, aren't we?"

Selame whispers something to Xadon.

Xadon nods.

You say to Xadon, "Hodierna."

Ezerak says to Xadon, "No, I just grow bored of hearing the same things over and over from Necromancers."

Xadon says, "You have been polite."

Saragos says to Zynell, "I'm sure they're quite witty, and you might even be able to learn a thing or two from them. But their very path in life is an existential threat. Man holding a knife to my throat can be witty too, but I've got bigger things to worry about at that point."

Xadon smiles at Kethrai.

Selame whispers something to Ansara.

Gridaksma says to Jaelia, "That was a trying time for many of us."

Saragos says to Gridaksma, "Not sure what you're on about. I'm no servant of the Temple."

Ezerak says, "I'll gladly admit that I have been less than polite."

Gridaksma says to Saragos, "I asked if one is still evil doing the will of the temple who speaks for the gods."

Ezerak says, "Because I've heard this all before."

Selame quietly says to Xadon, "For the record, I don't despise you."

Selame just hugged Xadon.

Selame just hugged Ansara.

Xadon smiles at Selame.

Xadon hugs Selame, who wraps her arms around Xadon with a warm smile.

"Burn him! Burn him!" You hear the cries echo around you as everyone in the vicinity immediately gives Xadon a wide berth!

Xadon says, "You have taken the time to know me."

Xadon says, "I must go."

Xadon waves.

Ezerak says, "Ah, good, there they are."

Kethrai gives Xadon a slight nod.

You nod to Xadon.

Akeiro leaps to his feet!

Bridge Completionist Xadon goes east.

Akeiro adjusts his fuzzy pajamas into place.

Etasia nods.

Darkewolff chuckles.

Selame sighs.

Ansara snickers.

Etasia grins at Darkewolff, her dimples flashing into view.

Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Selame.

Darkewolff says to Ezerak, "Don't hold back, tell us how you really feel."

Zynell asks Saragos, "How can you be certain if you do not know their path or how they follow their immortals?"

Darkewolff chuckles at Ezerak.

Saragos says to Gridaksma, "Sorry, you're over there using broad, general terms, and very clearly laying a trap, trying to get me to defend an organization I'm not part of. It's a dumb game, and I'm not playing."

Selame nods to Akeiro.

Jaelia says to Ezerak, "I don't like what the Necomancers do. I understand though. I think there a lines. And there are also things we don't do becasue we hold ourselves to higher standards to live society better for our future children and members, rather than the Temple and Khurek of Burn it down and torture people and do things that harm the future of society and create empathy for necromancers."

Ezerak chuckles.

Grey Empath Akeiro drifts east, leading his group.

Sothios smiles.

Ozursus walks quietly into the area.

Gridaksma says to Saragos, "I asked a simple question, it seems Gauthus isn't checking his recruits well anymore."

Gridaksma shrugs.

Ezerak says to Darkewolff, "I don't think I have to tell anyone where I stand on the subject, at this point."

Gridaksma says, "He used to even preach the immortals himself."

You say to Saragos, "I laregly agree with you about the philosophers... and I agree that we should strenuously resist the designs of those who follow demons, but if we are unwilling to extend a hand to them there is no chance they will ever turn back."

Darkewolff smiles at Ezerak.

Etasia peers quizzically at Gridaksma.

Saragos says to Gridaksma, "You're a funny man."

Sothios says, "Our kind was once hated as well."

Saragos winks at Gridaksma.

Ezerak chuckles.

Zynell rubs Sothios gently, massaging his muscles.

Darkewolff says to Ezerak, "Not at all. I just figred it would be nice to have a chuckle."

Elurora nods at Darkewolff, obviously agreeing with his views.

Zynell says to Sothios, "You are very loved now."

Ezerak grins at Darkewolff, his dimples flashing into view.

Ezerak pats Darkewolff on the back.

Kethrai says, "I think Anuril's thesis from the lecture is on point here..."

Zynell gently kisses Sothios on the cheek.

Sothios says, "I judge on actions not on guild."

You blink in amazement at Kethrai. Good heavens, dear!

Darkewolff asks Ezerak, "You gotta appreciate good comedy, right?"

Kethrai says, "I've heard so many very similar stories from different necromancers about how they came to it..."

Etasia nods to Sothios.

Ezerak says to Darkewolff, "Always, from all sources."

Jaelia says to Saragos, "I still think he's been around enough to be worth listening to."

Darkewolff nods to Ezerak.

You nod to Kethrai.

Kethrai says, "And often it comes down to, terrible things happened to me, and I want to fix them, or avenge them."

Jaelia nods to Kethrai.

Kethrai says, "Or... Terrible things happen to others, and how dare the Immortals not fix them."

Kethrai says, "And we may be able to head that off by... ensuring that fewer terrible things happen."

Elurora smiles at Kethrai.

Kethrai says, "To everyone, great and small."

Coethi takes a bite of the brownies.

Jaelia says, "We can choose to be better for the current and the future, or we can choose actions that will only keep the status quo or make it worse. Because our actions today paint our tomorrow."

Elurora nods to Kethrai.

You nod at Kethrai, in complete agreement with his views.
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You clear your throat.
You are Veteran Apprentice Anuril, Elemental Student of the Order of the Black Fox, an Elf.
You have a triangular face, pointed ears, gold-flecked amber eyes and a straight nose. Your platinum hair is long and straight, and is worn in a simple, pulled-back style held in place by a velvety black Mer'Kresh lightning rose cradled by wine jasper-dappled leaves. You have pale skin and a lean build.
You are a bit over average height for an Elf.
You are young.
A curved shard of crimson moonsilver inlaid with vengeance rubies pierces your left earlobe. The silvery-red metal casts an eerie blood-red glow over the side of your face.
Your left cheekbone has a tattoo of a vibrant bouquet of etlingera flowers inked in fiery pink and red hues.

You are in good shape.

You are wearing a firestorm damask cloak lined with ebony silk, a sigilated platinum ring, a gentleman's firestorm damask greatcoat embellished with ornate sungold epaulets, a firestorm damask vest lined with cloth-of-gold, a flax-colored seasilk shirt long gathered sleeves, an uthamar wedding band inlaid with tiny lightning bolts formed of xenomite, a gold-threaded samite sash clasped with a Gemfire ruby brooch, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a pair of fiery scarlet khaddar pants with black piping on the seams and some somber black leather boots laced with dark grey silk cords.
Betlind exclaims to you, "You got this!"
Betlind looks at you and lets out a hearty cheer on your behalf!
Betlind hugs you, and you give her a smile in return.
You grin.
You say, "Alright, let's not keep my adoring audience waiting."
Betlind exclaims, "Let's go!"
You chuckle.
Betlind beams!
>go gate
[Asemath Academy, Porte-cochere]
A flagstone pavement and a covered porte-cochere lead into the grounds of the Academy. West of you the campus opens out into a series of lovely wooded gardens with the buildings arranged in a quadrangle all around it. Students and professors stroll about, engaged in deep discussions or forming small study groups under the trees. To either side of the entrance are the administration offices and the admissions center. You also see a low bronze gate and a memorial arch.
Obvious paths: north, south, west.
Betlind followed.
You go west, leading your group.
[Asemath Academy, Eastern Walkway]
A walkway paved with crushed stone in a soft blue-green hue runs between tastefully arranged copses of trees in a large central open area. The trees show signs of Elvish life-sculpting and form harmonious groupings that display their dense foliage to perfect advantage. Here and there, groups of flowering bushes or plantings of bright blossoms lend a serene touch of color to the scene. Groups of students wander about or study quietly. You also see a sign.
Also here: Shield Maiden Betlind.
Obvious paths: north, east, south, west.
You go west, leading your group.
[Asemath Academy, Central Fountain]
Here in the center, at the very heart of the Academy, a fountain stands. Carved with cunning and skill, it represents Knowledge pouring out her wisdom to a thirsty world and the academy's founder stooping to drink deeply of her gift. Coins glitter in the pool, tossed there by superstitious students hoping for luck on an exam. Walkways lead from here in several directions to other parts of the institution. You also see some maple lumber, a maple comb, a basic runestone, some maple lumber, a maple comb, a basic runestone, a basic runestone, a basic runestone, some maple lumber, a maple comb, a basic runestone, some maple lumber, a maple comb, some maple lumber, a maple comb, a basic runestone and a basic runestone.
Also here: Shield Maiden Betlind.
Obvious paths: north, east, south, west.
You go north, leading your group.
[Asemath Academy, Northern Walkway]
This walkway leads to some of the classrooms of the Academy. Lined with sweet-scented flowers, it is a pleasant place to be almost any day of the year.
Also here: Shield Maiden Betlind, Mother Jaelia who is emanating a benevolent holy aura and Merchant King Keshko who is blurred by hazy afterimages.
Obvious paths: north, northeast, south, northwest.
You peer northwest and see ...

[Asemath Academy, Auditorium]
This hall, used for lectures and other presentations, can hold the entire student body and faculty of the Academy. Rows of benches for the students and chairs for the professors are arranged before a low platform for the speakers or guests. The room is done in polished rosewood walls enlivened with woven hangings in abstract patterns. Brass and crystal lightglobes hold candles for evening presentations. You also see a disagreeable Shadow Servant.
Also here: Mountain Lord Ezerak, Newswoman Navesi, Zaydencus, Xihlamia, War Wizard Etasia who has a stony visage, Field Medic Darkewolff, Imerald, Long Sticka Morlokk, Blood Dancer Selame who is sitting, Heart Tender Kethrai, Grey Empath Akeiro who is sitting, Philomath Miskton, Musical Enthusiast Ansara, Black Fox Lycette who is orbited by twinkling starlit galaxies, Shadow Mage Telamont who is wreathed in Katamba-black shadows, Sothios who is engulfed by a tsunami of cerulean light, Puppet Master Ezustrea who is sitting, Soul Surgeon Zynell who is crowned by a ring of glimmering stars, Ahneya, Outfitting Legend Danoryiel, Knight of Meraud Tirost, Primal Lady Zalinyar, Black Fox Xionara, Squire Eskila, Fox Kit Ysindre, Coethi, Iconn who is sitting, Vagrant Jaerk, Fearless Crobin, Transcendent Empath Leayne, Truthseeker Elurora whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light and Sonic Sonance Sonatina.
Obvious exits: out.
You nod to Jaelia.
Jaelia beams at you! What a warm feeling!
Jaelia nods.
Betlind hugs Jaelia, getting a smile in return.
Betlind smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Jaelia hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.
Mother Jaelia goes northwest.
You go northwest, leading your group.
[Asemath Academy, Auditorium]
This hall, used for lectures and other presentations, can hold the entire student body and faculty of the Academy. Rows of benches for the students and chairs for the professors are arranged before a low platform for the speakers or guests. The room is done in polished rosewood walls enlivened with woven hangings in abstract patterns. Brass and crystal lightglobes hold candles for evening presentations. You also see a disagreeable Shadow Servant.
Also here: Shield Maiden Betlind, Mother Jaelia who is emanating a benevolent holy aura, Mountain Lord Ezerak, Newswoman Navesi, Zaydencus, Xihlamia, War Wizard Etasia who has a stony visage, Field Medic Darkewolff, Imerald, Long Sticka Morlokk, Blood Dancer Selame who is sitting, Heart Tender Kethrai, Grey Empath Akeiro who is sitting, Philomath Miskton, Musical Enthusiast Ansara, Black Fox Lycette who is orbited by twinkling starlit galaxies, Shadow Mage Telamont who is wreathed in Katamba-black shadows, Sothios who is engulfed by a tsunami of cerulean light, Puppet Master Ezustrea who is sitting, Soul Surgeon Zynell who is crowned by a ring of glimmering stars, Ahneya, Outfitting Legend Danoryiel, Knight of Meraud Tirost, Primal Lady Zalinyar, Black Fox Xionara, Squire Eskila, Fox Kit Ysindre, Coethi, Iconn who is sitting, Vagrant Jaerk, Fearless Crobin, Transcendent Empath Leayne, Truthseeker Elurora whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light and Sonic Sonance Sonatina.
Obvious exits: out.
Sothios nods to Danoryiel.
You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.
Crobin hugs you.
You smile.
Ansara says, "I have corrections for your last edition."
Xionara waves to you.
Navesi says, "Good to see you all too."
Xionara bounces around happily.
Lowering her head in reverence, Betlind takes a step backward and bends into a formal bow.
Selame offers Akeiro a glass of cinnamon cider.
Navesi nods to Ansara.
Leayne smiles at you, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Akeiro accepts Selame's cinnamon cider.
Xionara hugs you.
Elurora hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.
Ears tilted forward, Selame curls her tail around Akeiro's waist loosely.
Navesi asks Ansara, "Mind talking to me after?"
Akeiro trills softly at Selame.
Elurora waves to you.
Leayne hugs you.
You say, "Hello, everyone."
Betlind hugs Elurora, getting a smile in return.
Etasia smiles at you, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Akeiro takes a bite of the bananas.
Xihlamia stops listening to Crobin.
Kethrai places his hands on your shoulders and directs a fond, rumbling purr in your direction as he presses his forehead against your own.
Tirost smiles at Betlind.
Sonatina hugs you.
Jaelia beams at you! What a warm feeling!
Akeiro waves to you.
Betlind smiles at Elurora, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Ansara says, "Thats acceptable."
Sonatina hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.
Morlokk nods to you.
Akeiro waves to Betlind.
Betlind hugs Sonatina, who wraps her arms around Betlind with a warm smile.
Ezustrea waves to you.
Ansara nods to Navesi.
Akeiro takes a bite of the bananas.
Ezerak doffs his top hat.
Betlind beams at Akeiro!
Leayne softly says, "Hello."
Betlind just hugged Akeiro.
Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.
Sonatina just hugged Navesi.
Akeiro hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.
Xionara chuckles at Ansara.
Elurora grins at Betlind.
Navesi hugs Sonatina, who wraps her arms around Navesi with a warm smile.
Ezerak hugs Navesi, who wraps her arms around Ezerak with a warm smile.
Ezerak shakes Miskton's hand.
Betlind snickers at Elurora.
Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.
Navesi hugs Ezerak, getting a smile in return.
Betlind nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.
(Anuril moves over to the front of the hall, flanked by Betlind.)
Miskton nods politely to Ezerak.
Kethrai hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.
Betlind comes and stands near you.
Eskila moves into position to cover Kethrai from harm.
Kethrai coughs.
Crobin hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.
Etasia says, "Coffee yes please."
Etasia smiles at Darkewolff, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Darkewolff offers Etasia some Kygar's roast coffee.
Leayne smiles at Betlind, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Darkewolff smiles at Etasia.
Xionara perks her ears up happily as she gazes at Betlind.
Etasia accepts Darkewolff's roast coffee.
Crobin waves to Darkewolff.
Betlind loosens the straps securing her majestic aegis and removes it.
Betlind draws forth an elegant haledroth tachi with a silversteel butterfly tsuba.
Betlind traces a complex glyph in the space above her right arm.
Darkewolff waves to Crobin.
Salvitoriel just arrived.
Darkewolff smiles at Crobin.
Zynell leans back against Sothios with a loving smile.
Ears tilted forward, Zynell curls her tail around Telamont's waist loosely.
Crobin waves to Salvitoriel.
Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Betlind.
You loudly say, "Hello, thank you all for attending this talk. Please make yourselves comfortable while I go over a few administrative items."
Leayne smiles at Salvitoriel, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Etasia smiles at Ezustrea, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Akeiro asks Betlind, "Expecting trouble?"
Ezustrea smiles at Etasia.
A soft silver glow briefly envelops Betlind's haledroth tachi.
You smile at Tirost.
Etasia nods to Darkewolff.
Leayne wraps her arms lovingly around Crobin, snuggling close.
Zynell observes you with fascination.
Tirost smiles.
Akeiro takes a bite of the bananas.
Betlind says to Akeiro, "Be a poor Paladin if I weren't."
Darkewolff waves to Zynell.
Darkewolff waves to Telamont.
Warder Meganlique just arrived.
You clear your throat.
Zynell grins at Darkewolff.
Ezerak shakes Darkewolff's hand.
Akeiro grins at Betlind.
Darkewolff nods politely to Miskton.
Elurora chuckles at Betlind.
Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.
Etasia waves to Ezerak.
Meganlique angles her ears forward in curiosity.
Darkewolff smiles at Sothios.
You beam!
Kethrai gazes thoughtfully at you.
Meganlique studies the faces around her.
Aratasa just arrived.
Ezerak waves to Etasia.
Darkewolff nods politely to Ezerak.
Ezustrea smiles at Aratasa.
Danoryiel waves to Meganlique.
Darkewolff smiles at Meganlique.
Elurora gives Ezerak a slight curtsy, barely more than a quick bob.
Exile's Bane Eonon just arrived.
Meganlique stands near Xionara.
Aratasa waves to Ezustrea.
Elurora grins at Ezerak.
Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.
Meganlique waves to Danoryiel.
Eonon grins.
Meganlique waves to Darkewolff.
Miskton nods politely to Darkewolff.
Selame takes a bite of the tart.
Meganlique moves over to guard Xionara.
You say, "It's lovely to see so many familiar faces."
Darkewolff waves to Meganlique.
Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Selame.
Aratasa bows to you.
Selame nods to Akeiro.
You nod to Aratasa.
Elurora gazes hopefully at Ahneya.
Aratasa takes a seat.
Sonatina studies the faces around her.
Sfarns del Dzive Nawain just arrived.
Akeiro hums happily to himself.
Elurora waves to Nawain.
Akeiro waves to Nawain.
Betlind moves over to guard you.
Etasia smiles at Tirost, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Nawain waves to Akeiro.
Nawain waves to Elurora.
Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.
Nawain beams!
Ears tilted forward, Selame curls her tail around Akeiro's waist loosely.
Leayne smiles at Nawain, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Etasia smiles at Nawain, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Darkewolff rests his hand on Etasia's arm with a soft smile.
Eonon smiles at Betlind.
Crobin waves to Nawain.
Morlokk pats Salvitoriel on the back.
Tirost smiles at Etasia.
Nawain waves to Leayne.
Akeiro takes a bite of the bananas.
Nawain beams at Etasia!
Crobin waves to Morlokk.
Nawain waves to Crobin.
Darkewolff smiles.
Meganlique whispers something to Xionara.
Etasia beams at Nawain!
Selame hugs Salvitoriel, getting a smile in return.
Betlind smiles at Eonon, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Salvitoriel grins at Morlokk.
You get an odd feeling that someone is watching you. It quickly passes.
Etasia just hugged Nawain.
Akeiro puts his cider in his entangling brambles.
Xionara studies the ground for a moment.
Akeiro stands up.
Grey Empath Akeiro drifts out.
Morlokk nods politely to Crobin.
Nawain hugs Etasia, who wraps her arms around Nawain with a warm smile.
Salvitoriel smiles at Selame.
Morlokk slowly asks, "Found that treasure yet?"
Crobin waves to Navesi.
You gravely say, "First of all, my Halipa Mazrian could not be with us today, but my, and I'm sure many of our, thoughts are with him at this time."
Morlokk grins at Salvitoriel.
You nod.
Xionara nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.
Zynell nods in agreement.
Selame takes a bite of the tart.
Elurora nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.
Kethrai nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.
Grey Empath Akeiro just arrived.
Etasia nods in agreement.
Leayne nods.
Akeiro chuckles.
Akeiro takes a seat near Selame.
Salvitoriel quietly says to Morlokk, "Haven'a been back after it no."
Meganlique trills softly at you.
Darkewolff nods.
Selame leans over and scratches Akeiro's back.
Etasia sits down on the comfortable chair.
Vice-Speaker Levinas just arrived.
Levinas waves.
Akeiro makes a rumbling noise of contentment in Selame's direction.
Xionara bounces around happily.
Morlokk nods at Salvitoriel, obviously agreeing with his views.
Xionara hugs Levinas, who wraps his arms around Xionara with a warm smile.
Leayne smiles at Levinas, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
You loudly say, "Alright, let's get to it."
Xionara's ears perk up happily.
Morlokk slowly says, "Well have to remedy that soon."
Levinas just hugged Xionara.
Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.
You say, "I am Anuril, a member of the warrior mage guild, and the subject today will be Forbidden Practices. If you're looking for History of the Seven Star Empire 400-240BL, that is next door."
Selame takes a bite of the tart.
Levinas hugs Leayne, who wraps her arms around Levinas with a warm smile.
Levinas hugs Lycette, who wraps her arms around Levinas with a warm smile.
Tirost chuckles.
Elurora starts chortling at you!
Morlokk rubs Iconn in a friendly manner.
You smile.
Jaelia grins at you.
(Levinas hugs everyone)
Selame takes a bite of the tart.
Leayne smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Darkewolff sits down on the comfortable chair.
Levinas shakes your hand.
Selame gets a glass of cinnamon cider from inside her thigh bag.
Tirost smiles at Betlind.
Morlokk rubs Iconn in a friendly manner.
Ezerak says, "Oh, I should go to that, it's the last credits I need to finally graduate."
Ezerak appears to be trying hard not to grin.
You grin at Ezerak.
Selame chortles softly at some secret joke.
Elurora giggles at Ezerak.
Selame takes a bite of the tart.
You say, "If you have any comments, questions, suggestions, or corrections I would ask you to hold them until the conclusion of the talk. There will be a reception just outside, by the fountain, and I look forward to any discussion you wish to have."
Selame takes a sip of her cider.
Morlokk grins at Xionara.
Leayne leans on Crobin.
Darkewolff whispers something to Etasia.
Xionara winks.
Lycette gives Levinas a smooch.
Etasia whispers something to Darkewolff.
Crobin snuggles up to Leayne.
You ponder.
Selame takes a sip of her cider.
Aratasa nods.
You carefully say, "I would like to thank Asemath Academy for granting me the use of this hall, and apologize that I was not able to deliver my full remarks to them for review ahead of time. Any views or opinions expressed are my own and do not reflect the position of the Academy or its Board."
You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.
Selame takes a bite of the tart.
Jaelia applauds.
You say, "I would also like to extend my thanks to Navesi, and the First Land Herald for providing a chronicle of recent events that I could refer to in order to learn about things that occurred elsewhere in the world before I joined the guild."
Lycette smiles brightly, exuding confidence and charm.
Morlokk nods at Xionara, obviously agreeing with her views.
You nod to Navesi.
Navesi smiles at you.
Selame leans on Akeiro.
Xionara looks at Navesi and applauds!
Navesi bows her head in acknowledgement.
Etasia dimples at Eskila.
Kethrai praises Navesi.
Miskton takes a sip of his ale.
Raising her mocha milkshake to Navesi, Jaelia gives her a toast.
Elurora looks at Navesi and applauds!
Meganlique nods to Navesi.
Navesi says, "Might I mention that Shaylynne took the lead on that article."
Raising his Reserve ale to Levinas, Miskton gives him a toast.
Xionara beams at Morlokk!
Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.
Levinas grins at Miskton.
Levinas nods.
Levinas nods politely.
Sonatina takes a sip of her Schnapps.
You exclaim to Navesi, "So noted!"
Selame grins at Akeiro.
Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.
You say, "As this subject is a delicate one and covers activities that provoke strong emotional reactions, are illegal in many jurisdictions, are forbidden by the inqusition, etc., I have retained the services of body guards. Please obey their directions in case of any disturbance and, for your own safety, take note of the nearest exit."
Navesi nods to Tirost.
Elurora glances at Betlind.
Elurora appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Betlind points out.
You nod to Betlind.
You praise Betlind.
Jaelia nods to Betlind.
Crobin smiles.
Xionara ponders.
Ahneya smiles at Elurora.
Crobin says, "Promises to be fun if bodyguards are needed."
Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.
Tirost nods to Navesi.
Elurora chuckles at Ahneya.
You grin at Crobin.
Akeiro scoots over a little closer to Selame.
Kethrai whispers something to Betlind.
Crobin hugs Selame, who wraps her arms around Crobin with a warm smile.
Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.
Leayne giggles at Crobin.
You ponder.
Betlind blinks at Kethrai.
Crobin smiles at Betlind.
Betlind nods to Kethrai.
(Coethi shifts uncomfortably.)
Meganlique nods to Xionara.
You say, "First, a definition of terms and clarification. I realize that the term 'forbidden practices' is somewhat broad, and for the purpose of this talk I will not be covering certain practices that are unique to the Empath guild, as I have little experience in that arena."
Betlind adjusts her half plate into place.
Sonatina takes a sip of her Schnapps.
Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.
Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.
Ears tilted forward, Selame curls her tail around Akeiro's waist loosely.
Kethrai clears his throat.
Jaelia whispers something to Coethi.
Kethrai nods.
You say, "Instead, I will mainly be focusing my attentions on those practices related to spell casting that have been designated illegal, forbidden, or are directly punished by the Immortals. In laymans terms: sorcery, witchcraft, necromancy and the like."
Coethi nods to Jaelia.
Aratasa nods.
Levinas nods.
Elurora nods to you.
Jaelia nods to Coethi.
Akeiro quietly says to Selame, "The good stuff."
Akeiro nods to Selame.
Crobin frowns.
Dreadnaught Imroth just arrived.
Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.
Crobin chuckles.
Leayne peers quizzically at Crobin.
Selame winks at Akeiro.
Imroth casually observes the area.
You say, "I am no expert in this field, rest assured, but I have had certain experiences during my life and career that I will use to frame this discussion. The primary experience, the catalyst for this talk, if you will, being the assault on Basalt Isle that took place six years ago, in 439."
You gaze off into the distance blankly.
Leayne nods to Crobin.
Tirost takes a sip of his ale.
You nod.
Xionara gazes at you.
Leayne nods to you.
You hesitantly say, "But first, let me discuss my life prior to that moment in time."
Eonon grins at you.
You give Eonon a slight nod.
Shadow's Touch Alanarue just arrived.
Crobin hugs Alanarue, getting a smile in return.
Salvitoriel smiles at Alanarue.
Alanarue hugs Crobin, who wraps his arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.
Alanarue dimples at Salvitoriel.
Leayne hugs Alanarue, who wraps her arms around Leayne with a warm smile.
Akeiro wraps his arms around Alanarue, giving Alanarue a great big bear hug!
Alanarue hugs Leayne, who wraps her arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.
Xionara waves to Alanarue.
Alanarue hugs Akeiro, who wraps his arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.
Alanarue waves to Xionara.
Kethrai angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at you.
Lycette hugs Alanarue, who wraps her arms around Lycette with a warm smile.
Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.
Morlokk nods to Alanarue.
Alanarue hugs Lycette, who wraps her arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.
Selame hugs Alanarue, getting a smile in return.
You say, "I am a river elf. I grew up living near Ilaya Taipa, among fisherfolk. My primary exposure to the concept of sorcery was via stories and tales meant to frighten, caution, or even thrill the audience."
Lycette smiles brightly, exuding confidence and charm.
Alanarue smiles at Morlokk, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
You smile.
Alanarue hugs Selame, who wraps her arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.
Alanarue hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.
Betlind hugs Alanarue, who wraps her arms around Betlind with a warm smile.
Alanarue just hugged Eskila.
Alanarue nods to Kethrai.
Kethrai hugs Alanarue, getting a smile in return.
Alanarue hugs Kethrai, who wraps his arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.
Etasia smiles at Alanarue, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Alanarue hugs Etasia, who wraps her arms around Alanarue with a warm smile.
You dryly say, "You can imagine that the Bone Elves, who split from our cousins the Mountain Elves some three thousand years ago featured prominently in these tales as villains, schemers, infiltrators. Reclusive, antagonistic, mysterious, practitioners of dark arts."
Etasia hugs Alanarue, who wraps her arms around Etasia with a warm smile.
Levinas nods to you.
Elurora chews on her lip, looking deep in concentration.
Zynell grins.
Selame trills softly at Akeiro.
You darkly say, "Do your chores... don't be late getting home... be careful around strangers... or the Bone Elves will get you."
Alanarue grins at Etasia, her dimples flashing into view.
Sothios nods to Zynell.
Kethrai giggles.
Morlokk nods at Jaelia, obviously agreeing with her views.
Elurora blinks at you.
You make a grunting noise.
You nod to Elurora.
Etasia ponders.
Etasia shrugs.
You say, "Nearby is Leth Deriel, the big city to my young mind. Just outside its walls is the Forest of Night. Created almost a thousand years ago by the mage Sithsia, who some call witch, and who may still reside there. Another spectre lurking in the dark to menace a young elf thinking of disobeying their parents."
Crobin flicks one ear back as though listening for something.
Favored Desimone just arrived.
You quietly say, "I would not learn about her role in Farn's Company or the Zaulfung stones until after I joined the guild. To me she was just a monster, to be feared and avoided."
Snow Herald Larasa just arrived.
You ponder.
You take in a great breath of air.
You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.
Selame takes a sip of her cider.
You softly say, "More recently... and I know some here likely have firsthand knowledge of these events... Lyras."
You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.
Kethrai frowns.
Levinas gives a slight nod.
Miskton takes a sip of his ale.
Alanarue ponders.
Sothios nods to Zynell.
Salvitoriel observes you with fascination.
Crobin scratches one ear, looking bemused.
You slowly say, "The Rakash and Prydaen, driven from their home. The Great Barrier that contained the threat for a time, its failure, and the ultimate battle, just a few years before my birth, that ended with the destruction of Lyras."
Tirost grins at Etasia.
Crobin's ears droop for a moment.
You nod.
Leayne rubs Crobin gently, massaging his muscles.
Etasia smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Kethrai leans on Crobin.
Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.
You sigh.
(Crobin butts his head against Kethrai lightly)
You smile.
You say, "I grew up in a world reeling from this conflict. It did not directly affect me. I was able to grow up peacefully, attend university, and ultimately join the warrior mage guild in 438. But these events shaped my perceptions of sorcery and its practitioners."
Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.
Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.
Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.
Morlokk tilts his head, clearly curious about something.
Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.
Selame takes a sip of her cider.
Sonatina leans on Eskila.
You say, "Unbeknownst to me, events that had been set in motion 8 years before I joined would ultimately lead to the assault on Basalt Isle. An assault that I, and many of us here today, would participate in."
Sonatina takes a sip of her Schnapps.
Alanarue takes a bite of the pastry.
Leayne nods.
Zynell flicks her ears back in obvious annoyance.
Iconn casually observes the area.
Akeiro takes a bite of the chocolate.
You nibble on your lip.
You say, "An earlier fight against a demon, known as Maelshyve, in 430 had been wildly successful and resulted in its death, but not without cost. Necromancers were present at this battle and fought on both sides of the conflict. One of those who opposed the demon survived and, although badly wounded physically and mentally, was recovered by the Temple in the aftermath and nursed back to health."
Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.
Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.
You nod.
Elurora tilts her head, clearly curious about something.
Tirost gets a quiet, peaceful look on his face.
Kethrai's ears droop for a moment.
Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.
Imroth takes a sip of his Schnapps.
Crobin lays his ears back in alarm, gazing around warily.
You say, "This former necromancer took the name Zauldin, and contributed knowledge to the Temple that was ultimately used to construct a weapon that it was hoped would be sufficient to destroy the lich who resided on Basalt Isle."
Sothios nods to Zynell.
Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.
Levinas takes a sip of his tequila.
Nawain frowns.
Jaelia takes a sip of her milkshake.
Selame nods to Akeiro.
You reluctantly say, "There were, of course, political motivations that went into this objective, but there was also the possibility that an ever-present threat could be eliminated before it turned into another Lyras."
Sothios nods to Zynell.
Sonatina takes a sip of her Schnapps.
You gesture.
Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.
Zynell chortles softly at some secret joke.
Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.
Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.
Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.
Akeiro takes a sip of his cider.
Nawain makes a grunting noise.
You say, "Years of preparation and planning went into this operation, and in 437 Zoluren pledged its aid along with other provinces."
Crobin grumbles.
You ask, "Remember how I said that I joined the guild in 438?"
You grin.
Selame nods at Akeiro, obviously agreeing with his views.
Nawain grins at you.
Selame takes a sip of her cider.
Levinas nods.
Etasia nods to you.
Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.
Ahneya says, "No."
Kethrai quietly says, "Excellent timing."
Elurora just nudged Ahneya.
You smile at Kethrai.
Ahneya smiles at Elurora.
You strongly say, "So there I was in 439, a newly minted warrior mage with barely a year under my belt, and the final call went out. Of course I joined, I had little experience with such foes but I knew the stakes. I had grown up hearing tales of what these beings were capable of if left unchecked, and undead forces had been harrying the mainland cities in the final months. I had fought them on the streets of the capital cities, and had taken their measure. How bad could it be? Look at the forces we had arrayed."
You gaze off into the distance blankly.
You strike a heroic pose.
You wink.
Nawain winces.
Darkewolff smiles.
You dismally say, "It was bad."
Leayne nods.
Ezerak nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.
Miskton takes a sip of his ale.
Coethi frowns.
You sigh.
Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.
Etasia smiles at Miskton, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Grinning, Morlokk pulls a swig from a jug of Deep Darkness moonshine.
You say, "The beach was awash in undead abominations. We secured an altar so that the favor of the immortals could be used to our advantage in the battle. A list of names and descriptions of known necromancers had been circulated at the final briefing, but I did not personally encounter any of them. Their minions were thick as flies though, and guarded the approach to barriers made of flesh and bone."
(Betlind's gaze sweeps slowly and steadily over the attendants, otherwise motionless by the elf's side.)
Sothios nods to Zynell.
Sonatina takes a sip of her Schnapps.
You nod to Zynell.
Xionara takes a sip of her Schnapps.
Alanarue takes a bite of the pastry.
Tirost nods.
Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.
Ezerak quietly says, "I can still smell the beach that day."
Zynell raises an eyebrow in your direction.
You say, "I see Zynell in the crowd, who was instrumental that day."
Sothios says, "I was there as well."
Zynell says, "Begrudgingly."
Leayne nods to you.
Ezerak nods at Tirost, obviously agreeing with his views.
Levinas calmly says to Sothios, "Nobody saw you."
You nod to Zynell.
Aratasa chuckles.
Crobin chuckles.
You ponder.
Sothios says, "They did when i stabbed em."
You say, "We pressed the onslaught, and during our advance many of us were somehow abducted metaphysically; transported from the battlefield to unrecognizable, otherworldly locations. It is likely that the planar boundary had become thin enough during the battle that the patrons of these necromancers were able to directly influence events."
Sothios winks at Leayne.
Levinas begins chortling at Sothios.
Etasia grins at Sothios, her dimples flashing into view.
You gaze upward.
Kethrai shudders.
Leayne grins at Sothios, her dimples flashing into view.
Darkewolff smiles at Sothios.
Sothios says, "But i didnt fight fer "team good."
Sothios shrugs.
You distantly say, "I recall experiencing a sensation of extreme hunger, and then ash and cinders billowed around me and I found myself in a blasted wasteland."
You frown.
You quietly say, "This was my first direct encounter with the demonic."
Nawain shudders.
You blink.
You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.
Sothios nods to Zynell.
Etasia raises an eyebrow in your direction.
Levinas guzzles down some of his tequila and then smacks his lips and wipes them with his sleeve.
Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at you.
You say, "It seemed as if a firestorm had raged over this terrain. There seemed to be the charred remains of tree, but the ground was parched, cracked, sundered. There were remnants of civilization, an overturned wagon its wheels rusted away. I could hear thunder, but there was nothing in the sky, neither clouds nor stars."
Aratasa coils his tail, looping it loosely around his waist.
You say to Miskton, "When I was preparing for this talk... I was reminded of some recent vision..."
Ezustrea chuckles.
You frown.
Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.
Miskton strokes his beard in thoughtful contemplation.
You shake your head.
Morlokk grins at Jaelia.
You say, "Let it not be so."
Ezustrea grins at Sothios.
Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.
Nawain frowns at you.
Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.
Alanarue leans on Salvitoriel.
Desimone takes a sip of her milkshake.
You say, "In this place I had been taken to there was a presence, diffuse and amorphous though it be I had the impression of a name. I shall not speak it, but I felt I was within this entity's domain."
Salvitoriel grins at Alanarue.
Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.
You say, "Everything here was ruin, destruction, death. I felt that this would be our fate if this entity was allowed to prevail."
Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.
Sothios smirks.
Ezustrea stands up.
Puppet Master Ezustrea glides out.
Imroth takes a sip of his Schnapps.
You say, "I ultimately managed to escape from that realm by refuting it, and focusing on nurturing the possibility of life. That was somehow anathema to the ruler of that place, and I found myself back on the battlefield."
Selame leans over and scratches Akeiro's back.
Selame takes a sip of her cider.
Outfitting Legend Danoryiel strides out.
Tirost takes a sip of his ale.
Darkewolff smiles quietly to himself.
You say, "We ultimately claimed much of the island, and the lich was obliged to face us directly. In so doing he called upon his allies, the demons, and created a tear in reality so that they could enter. Those of us who were there that day saw their nature and where they hail from."
Miskton takes a sip of his ale.
Tirost shifts his weight.
Leayne shivers.
You frown.
Elurora gazes thoughtfully at you.
A pained expression crosses Kethrai's face.
You pat Kethrai on the back.
Sothios nods to Zynell.
Aratasa ponders.
Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.
Darkewolff leans on Etasia.
Etasia dimples at Darkewolff.
You firmly say, "Our ally Zauldin was lost to us, but our paladins were able to make use of the divine weapon we had brought, the Sanyu Aes, in order to repair the rend in reality and refute the lich, crushing him and driving him back to his sanctum. Although mighty, the blow was no sufficient to end him and we were obliged to withdraw as we could no longer prosecute the fight that day."
Darkewolff smiles at Etasia.
Aratasa nods to you.
Betlind gives a slight nod.
You bow to Betlind.
Ezerak gives a slight nod.
Sothios nods to Zynell.
You bow to Eskila.
You wearily say, "In the aftermath of that battle, many of us were left staggered, shocked by what we had seen. It took us weeks to get our bearings again, and return to some semblance of normalcy, but what we had seen on that day haunted some of us."
Leayne nods to you.
Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.
Kethrai gazes off into the distance.
Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.
You wryly say, "I resolved, at the time unknowning of the irony of this, to perform my own investigations of this Undying Threat, to determine the true nature of the foe and what could be done to prevent what I had seen glimpses of from ever coming to pass."
You frown and shake your head in exasperation, resting your face in the palm of your hand.
Lord of Elamiri Gridaksma just arrived.
Zynell perks her ears up happily as she gazes at Gridaksma.
Sothios smirks.
Nawain gazes at you.
Elurora gives Gridaksma a slight curtsy, barely more than a quick bob.
Selame takes a sip of her cider.
Imroth takes a sip of his Schnapps.
Gridaksma whispers something to Elurora.
Jaerk just left.
You say, "Here I will pause to make a distinction about sorcery. I will define two practices: one is a spell caster manipulating a mana type that is not their native mana using a spell pattern that is designed for that mana type. This I will call low sorcery."
Levinas nods.
Gridaksma grins at Elurora.
You say, "The second practice is a spell caster manipulating multiple types of mana, blending them, making use of a spell pattern that is designed for this combination of courses. This I will call high sorcery."
Desimone takes a sip of her milkshake.
Miskton takes a sip of his ale.
You quietly say to Crobin, "Hang on, the finger waggling part will be over soon."
You pat Crobin on the back.
Crobin chuckles.
Tirost chuckles.
Selame waggles her fingers mystically at Crobin. How nice.
You say, "As an example, making use of the runestones you may find or purchase from certain shops, if they are not of your native mana type, would be considered low sorcery, as the rune is helping you gather and channel these other energies."
Leayne grins, revealing her dimples.
Akeiro wraps his arms lovingly around Selame, snuggling close.
You say, "As far as examples of the other, well... let us just say that necromancy is one."
You frown.
Crobin angles his ears forward in curiosity.
Nawain squints.
Alanarue nods.
Zynell holds up her hand and tilts it side to side in a so-so gesture.
Ears tilted forward, Crobin curls his tail around Leayne's waist loosely.
You say, "During the course of my investigations, I became aware of a gathering in Ilithi, a forum, supposedly to discuss morality and other esoteric matters, but the language used had certain implications and was fraught with meanings and subtexts that led me to believe necromancers would be in attendance."
You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.
Levinas guzzles down some of his tequila and then smacks his lips and wipes them with his sleeve.
(Coethi tilts his head to one side.)
Leayne dimples at Crobin.
Tirost takes a sip of his ale.
You say, "As I had had very few opportunities to interact with these practitioners outside of an antagonistic setting, and the invitation was broad, I decided to attend."
Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.
Ezerak wrinkles his nose.
You cough.
You say, "Well, actually I sent a representative in my stead to the first one. And there was rather a large amount of antagonism on display there, as the location they had chosen was not amenable to their presence."
You smirk.
Elurora grins at you.
Aratasa coils his tail, looping it loosely around his waist.
Zynell rolls her eyes.
Desimone takes a sip of her milkshake.
Miskton takes a sip of his ale.
You say, "Subsequently the gatherings were relocated and I attended in person. I hoped to gain some understanding of their views, aims, goals... I suspected they would be incompatible with my own, but I held out hope."
Selame scoots over a little closer to Akeiro.
Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.
Akeiro clutches the wool blanket to his chest, refusing to let it go!
You say, "I had considered these foes to be monolithic, united in their aims and methods, and I found them instead to be much like any group of people. Indeed, I discovered competing philosophies under the same umbrella."
Nawain frowns.
Elurora chortles softly at some secret joke.
Sothios nods to Zynell.
Tirost gazes at you.
You ponder.
Morlokk nods to you.
Etasia leans on Darkewolff.
You thoughtfully say, "Kethrai attended with me, and over the course of months we came to know these individuals better and I am struck by our ultimately differing reactions to them."
You nod to Kethrai.
Darkewolff smiles at Etasia.
Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.
Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.
Akeiro angles his ears forward in curiosity.
Selame leans on Akeiro.
Coethi glances at Kethrai.
You sigh.
You say, "After one particularly vivid gathering where we witnessed one of them beseeching, I have no better word for it, one of their patrons I felt I had seen enough. On the journey home Kethrai could tell something was bothering me and upon asking what it was I told him that I felt they must all be destroyed."
Leayne takes a sip of her coffee.
Akeiro takes a sip of his rum.
Nawain nods in agreement.
Nawain makes a grunting noise.
Crobin ponders.
You grimace.
Akeiro rubs Selame gently, massaging her muscles.
Eonon chuckles.
Desimone blinks.
You say, "But, his assessment was that there was still something there that could be helped."
Morlokk tilts his head, clearly curious about something.
Tirost glances at Kethrai.
Zynell gazes at you.
Elurora smiles at Kethrai.
You say, "I attribute the difference to our two guilds. My training is to react to any threat with violence, his to react to any injury with compassion."
A nervous tic starts up around Iconn's eye.
You say, "But it did stop me and make me reconsider my stance."
Leayne smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Akeiro takes a sip of his rum.
Sothios nods to Zynell.
Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.
Crobin nods.
You carefully say, "In the time since I have come to the conclusion that necromancers are not the disease, but rather the symptom. So often they are the result of an individual who, in extremis, turns to the only thing that will allow them to continue existing. In doing so they turn against us, against society, but I feel that it is we who have failed them."
Selame nibbles her lip thoughtfully.
Aratasa squirms.
Ezerak ponders.
Leayne frowns.
Jaelia nods.
Tirost takes a sip of his ale.
Ansara observes you with fascination.
Imroth ponders.
Etasia raises an eyebrow.
You nod.
Puppet Master Ezustrea just arrived.
You say, "I am now aware that, around Zauldin's appearance some necromancers began to seek a path to return to the favor of the immortals. I have known, myself, of a handful of individuals who have recently gone down this path and rejoined us, and to me this is miraculous."
Ezustrea takes a seat.
Grinning, Morlokk pulls a swig from a jug of Deep Darkness moonshine.
Alanarue peers quizzically at you.
Elurora gives you a slight nod.
Kethrai nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.
Sothios smirks.
Jaelia gives you an amiable nod.
You say, "But, I have also noticed a tolerance, an acceptance, espoused by some about the practice of sorcery, and necromancy, and I feel that is the true looming threat to us all."
Zynell rubs Sothios's right hand.
Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.
You frown.
Nawain growls ferociously!
Nawain nods.
Jaelia nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.
Ezustrea looks at Sothios and shrugs.
Betlind gives a slight nod.
Leayne ponders.
You say, "I know that many of us practice low sorcery, some so often that it is unremarkable to them. I know that some encourage newcomers to the guilds down this path when they are unequipped to deal with the consequences."
Sothios nods to Ezustrea.
Akeiro makes a rumbling noise of contentment in Selame's direction.
Crobin chuckles.
You shake your head.
Aratasa nods to you.
Desimone takes a sip of her milkshake.
Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.
Selame smiles quietly to herself.
Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.
You urgently say, "So I say that we must be vigilant, we must not tolerate those who defy the immortals, and we must guard against the casual acceptance of sorcery, but we must also temper our vigilance with compassion. Any who choose to return to the embrace of the immortals must be accepted by us, and though we resist most strenuously any plans or activities by our foes we must always have a hand extended to them that they may find their way back."
Eskila pushes her spectacles up the bridge of her nose.
Gridaksma gazes off into the distance.
Betlind nods emphatically.
Salvitoriel ponders.
Akeiro pulls Selame to him in a tight hug.
Elurora whispers something to Gridaksma.
Akeiro takes a sip of his rum.
Sothios ponders.
Salvitoriel peers quizzically at you.
Crobin ponders finger waggling
You say, "I call upon the provincial governments to enact new public works projects to improve the lives of all, especially those most unfortunate among us, so that they not be disenfranchised and feel they have nowhere else to turn but to the darkness, and the void. For that is the true disease which necromancers are only a symptom of, the creation of a place where some have no home."
Leayne gives Crobin a gentle poke in the ribs.
Ezerak says, "I'll drink to that."
Raising his Howling Coyote rum to you, Ezerak gives you a toast. Cheers!
Alanarue nods to you.
Selame trills softly at Akeiro.
Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.
Jaelia gives you an emphatic nod.
Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.
Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.
Gridaksma whispers something to Elurora.
Iconn smirks.
Raising his Black Fox coffee to you, Kethrai gives you a toast. Cheers!
You clear your throat.
Miskton takes a sip of his rum.
You smile.
Elurora flashes a quick grin at Gridaksma.
Sothios says, "Im not sure what makes you think they want to come back, we under the eyes of the imortals are slaves to them, we require their favor, the necros are truely free."
Sothios says, "They dont need acceptance."
You grunt at Sothios.
You say, "Thank you, everyone. Please join me by the fountain now for further discussion. Just outside and then to the south."
You nod to Sothios.
Gridaksma chortles softly at some secret joke.
Eonon joins your group.
Elurora looks at you and applauds!
Mother Jaelia goes out.
Kethrai takes his rightful place beside you.
Tirost joins your group.
Nawain joins your group.
Salvitoriel ponders.
Raising his Reserve ale to you, Tirost gives you a toast. Cheers!
Ahneya goes out.
Imroth joins your group.
Lycette smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Elurora adds Gridaksma to her group.
Alanarue joins your group.
You nod to Tirost.
Truthseeker Elurora goes out, leading her group.
Lycette takes a sip of her milkshake.
Levinas joins your group.
Etasia stands up.
Ezerak joins your group.
(Betlind sharply pivots to face Anuril, giving him a deep bow.)
Navesi joins your group.
Tirost smiles at Etasia.
Salvitoriel joins your group.
You smile at Betlind.
Lycette joins your group.
You hug Betlind who gives you a smile in return. A faint scent of forge fires clings to her skin.
Aratasa stands up.
Miskton joins your group.
Aratasa goes out.
Fox Kit Ysindre goes out.
Xihlamia slinks out.
Ansara joins your group.
Crobin ponders.
Darkewolff stands up.
Transcendent Empath Leayne glides out, leading her group.
Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.
You go out, leading your group.
[Asemath Academy, Northern Walkway]
You stand on some sort of stone walkway. There are pleasantly scented flowers nearby and in the distance, you can hear a fountain splashing.
Also here: Knight of Meraud Tirost, Black Fox Lycette who is orbited by twinkling starlit galaxies, Musical Enthusiast Ansara, Philomath Miskton, Heart Tender Kethrai, Newswoman Navesi, Mountain Lord Ezerak, Shield Maiden Betlind, Salvitoriel, Exile's Bane Eonon, Sfarns del Dzive Nawain, Vice-Speaker Levinas, Dreadnaught Imroth who is shrouded in a swirling dark green and purple miasma, Shadow's Touch Alanarue, Fearless Crobin, Transcendent Empath Leayne, Fox Kit Ysindre, Aratasa and Snugglebug Hugglebug.
Obvious paths: north, northeast, south, northwest.
Favored Desimone just arrived.
Aratasa goes south.
Fox Kit Ysindre goes south.
Favored Desimone goes south.
Imroth laughs!
You go south, leading your group.
[Asemath Academy, Central Fountain]
A fountain gurgles cheerfully somewhere nearby and the scent of plants and flowers fills the night air. You stand in a large open space but you can sense the presence of buildings nearby. You also see Ozursus.
Also here: Shadow's Touch Alanarue, Dreadnaught Imroth who is shrouded in a swirling dark green and purple miasma, Vice-Speaker Levinas, Sfarns del Dzive Nawain, Exile's Bane Eonon, Salvitoriel, Shield Maiden Betlind, Mountain Lord Ezerak, Newswoman Navesi, Heart Tender Kethrai, Philomath Miskton, Musical Enthusiast Ansara, Black Fox Lycette who is orbited by twinkling starlit galaxies, Knight of Meraud Tirost, Favored Desimone, Fox Kit Ysindre, Xihlamia, Mother Jaelia who is emanating a benevolent holy aura, Lord of Elamiri Gridaksma, Truthseeker Elurora whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light and Ahneya.
Obvious paths: north, east, south, west.
You notice as a storm-grey cat with gold-flecked crystal blue eyes prances into the area.
Transcendent Empath Leayne just arrived, leading her group.
Jaelia grins at Gridaksma.
Coethi just arrived.
You nod.
Zaydencus just arrived.
You say, "Here we are."
Iconn just arrived.
Coethi joins your group.
Tirost scratches his storm-grey cat.
Iconn stumbles east.
Fox Kit Ysindre goes east.
Eonon chuckles at Nawain.
The storm-grey cat sits down.
Soul Surgeon Zynell just arrived, leading her group.
Imroth takes a sip of his rum.
Lycette pulls Levinas to her in a tight hug.
The storm-grey cat purrs, "They would not allow me into the hall."
Lycette totters off dragging an expensive looking rug behind her, rolled up haphazardly with a bizarre-looking bulge in the middle.
Bridge Completionist Xadon just arrived.
Tirost grins.
Primal Lady Zalinyar just arrived.
Ansara kisses Xadon. And she doesn't seem to want to stop.
Black Fox Xionara just arrived, leading her group.
Tirost says, "You missed a facinating talk."
You ask Sothios, "You were saying about... the views of some that we are merely pawns of the immortals?"
Xadon smirks.
Elurora chews on her lip, looking deep in concentration.
You nod to Zalinyar.
Sothios says, "I was."
Field Medic Darkewolff just arrived, leading his group.
A storm-grey cat curls up and takes a nap.
You notice as a black panther slinks into the area.
Sothios asks, "You require favor correct?"
Kethrai says, "That kind of objection might make sense when it comes to the Philosophers."
Nawain cheerfully exclaims, "Nope!"
Sothios says, "You require acceptance."
Zynell says to Sothios, "Do not forget the immortals being petulant children."
Zynell nods to Sothios.
Imerald just arrived.
Nawain says, "No one requires Favor to live."
You say, "Require is a strong word but, I benefit from the favors I have received, yes."
Etasia leans on Darkewolff.
Kethrai says, "But, I've seen that the ones who go deeper into demon worship... simply trade one set of masters for another."
Elurora slowly says to Sothios, "Maybe they don't feel the need to be accepted, but I don't see any issue with suggesting we try to solve things with a bit less violence and try to be understanding."
Ahneya asks, "The immortals pick and choose, do they not, not all are allowed more life?"
Gridaksma gets a weasel skeleton from inside his arm pouch.
Gridaksma holds his weasel skeleton to his shoulder, and it clambers up silently to a perched position.
You say to Ahneya, "Aye that is true, how they make their selection is... mysterious."
Jaelia nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.
Xadon says, "I require nothing but myself, and my own will."
Levinas calmly says, "Heralds."
Xadon smiles.
You give Xadon a slight nod.
Jaelia waves to Xadon.
Xadon says, "Hello Everyone."
Kethrai says, "Agalea said as much and in as many words. Called herself a priestess of her patron, and said it wasn't much different from when she was a cleric."
Ansara smirks at Xadon.
Black Fox Sonatina just arrived.
Xadon says, "Im Xadon, im the necromancer they are all warning you about."
Elurora gives Kethrai a slight nod.
Eonon laughs!
Salvitoriel laughs!
Elurora looks at Betlind, obviously trying not to grin.
Elurora covers her mouth with her hand.
Levinas calmly says, "Never heard of you."
Elurora giggles.
Gridaksma says to Xadon, "Seen better."
Xadon smiles.
Alanarue grins, revealing her dimples.
Jaelia nods at Gridaksma, obviously agreeing with his views.
Xionara twitches an ear nervously.
Xadon says, "So have i."
Etasia smiles at Xadon, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Salvitoriel nods in agreement.
Xionara lashes her tail.
Xadon winks at Gridaksma.
Crobin flicks one ear back as though listening for something.
Meganlique pats Xionara on the back.
Gridaksma slowly says, "Killed better."
You say to Xadon, "But by refuting the immortals and practicing magics they abhor, you put yourself at odds with the rest of society."
Nawain says to Xadon, "You're a Prydean. A necromantic Prydean."
Nawain observes Xadon with fascination.
Xadon says, "So have I."
Xadon nods to Gridaksma.
Xadon says, "I am."
Kethrai quietly says to Nawain, "Not as uncommon as you'd think, or hope."
Crobin nods to Kethrai.
Xadon says, "An this wasnt the life i chose."
Nawain says to Kethrai, "Still disgusting, every single time."
Xionara lays her ears back and hisses angrily.
Xadon says, "This is what i was made into."
Black Fox Sonatina slinks north.
Sfarns del Dzive Nawain rushes east.
Etasia peers quizzically at Xadon.
Leayne hugs Crobin, who wraps his arms around Leayne with a warm smile.
You ask Xadon, "Made into? What do you mean by that?"
Sothios smiles.
Xionara's ears droop for a moment.
Long Sticka Morlokk just arrived.
Xionara lays her ears back and hisses angrily.
Crobin hugs Leayne, who wraps her arms around Crobin with a warm smile.
Xionara paces back and forth.
Etasia nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.
Gridaksma says, "If you wish to stop necromancers from popping up, close the schools of magic."
Etasia raises an eyebrow in Xadon's direction.
You smile at Gridaksma.
Zynell grins at Gridaksma.
Gridaksma says, "Warrior, Moon and Clerical mages are the training grounds."
Imroth ponders.
Etasia frowns.
Xadon says, "I mean my parents were killed when i was young."
Zynell nods at Gridaksma, obviously agreeing with his views.
Etasia takes a sip of her coffee.
Xadon says, "I was taken in."
You say to Gridaksma, "In the times of the clans, long before the guilds, black fire was discovered which many believe to have been a high sorcery."
(Crobin listens to the talk watching the group)
Desimone takes a bite of the cheesecake.
Gridaksma says to you, "I have never met a necromancer trained by any but those three guilds."
You say to Gridaksma, "I do not think a lack of guild practitioners will end sorcery."
Gridaksma says, "And I've met many of the great ones."
Xionara softly says to Xadon, "You sure were."
Xadon smiles at Xionara.
You nod to Xadon.
Zynell takes a sip of her Kiss.
Xionara takes a sip of her Schnapps.
You say to Xadon, "I see. I am sorry to hear that. It must have been difficult for you."
Imroth takes a sip of his rum.
Tirost says, "There are certainly necromancers who never entered those guilds."
Etasia nods to Tirost.
Gridaksma asks Tirost, "Any of much value?"
Xadon says, "We arent as bad as some of you think But you havent taken the time to get to know us."
You nod to Xadon.
Gridaksma asks, "Or are they the children playing with tinders?"
Xadon says, "Of course there are the bad apples."
Grey Empath Akeiro just arrived, leading his group.
Tirost asks, "Most certainly. Do you know of Osven?"
Puppet Master Ezustrea just arrived.
Xadon says, "Just like in any other guild."
Morlokk nods at Xadon, obviously agreeing with his views.
Akeiro stands near Selame.
Gridaksma snickers.
Akeiro leans on Selame.
Ansara rubs Xadon's back.
Desimone says, "You're basically just really good at recyling. Rather commendable really."
Kethrai says, "I don't know that I've ever heard of Sidhlot having belonged to a guild."
Desimone smiles at Xadon.
Xadon says, "Your "halipa" as you call him."
Eonon grins at Desimone.
Miskton takes a sip of his rum.
Morlokk laughs at Desimone.
Xadon says, "He has a very colorful past."
You dryly say to Xadon, "So I've heard."
Jaelia says, "Gridaskma is right. The Immortals are very firm that Necromancy is their issue, not sorcery. Unless it is Sorcery that verges on that area. And even it seems it is the Heralds who care a lot more about the Sorcery that could rip at the fabrics of the world. I am sorry some of you experienced the demon lords they enslave themselves - and that is Important. But beyond those rare big events, it is the Community and our world as it is now that matters most. And the changes that are to be made are by Us - not the Rulers. And some of us have been at the end of the Inquistion without having Anything to do with Necrmoancy. The inqusition lends itself to sympathy for what is problematic."
Xadon says, "He was once not welcome in the town which he now calls home."
Xadon says, "There are bad people in all guilds."
Elurora nods at Xadon, obviously agreeing with his views.
Etasia says, "He is a brilliant mage, if i might say."
Xionara nods.
You say to Xadon, "But he has reformed himself."
Xadon says, "He is."
Alanarue takes a bite of the pastry.
Xadon nods.
Etasia nods at Xadon, obviously agreeing with his views.
Xadon says, "But you judge a whole in the acts of a few."
Desimone takes a bite of the cheesecake.
You say to Xadon, "Anyone can return to the path..."
Xadon nods to you.
Gridaksma asks Tirost, "Do you truly know Osven's past?"
Xadon asks, "Why would i want to return to an immortal when i live truely free?"
Zalinyar leans on Leayne.
Ahneya says to Jaelia, "Would you like to be a bard, I have never seen so many words spoken in one breath."
Crobin says, "Many are judged by the ways of a few."
Kethrai says, "There are bad people in all guilds. Not all guilds wield magic that by its nature -- not as a side effect, its nature -- perverts the energy of life and weakens the bounds of our plane. Nor regularly truck with those demons that live outside it and wish to see it split open and feast on its entrails."
Crobin says, "I hate to say it."
Ahneya smiles at Jaelia.
Elurora whispers something to Ahneya.
Etasia appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Xadon nods to Crobin.
Crobin says, "But many who see someone doing a bad thing, and are a part of a group."
Crobin says, "Makes for a whole group to get a bad name."
Primal Hotshot Kaeylie just arrived.
Kaeylie joins Eonon's group.
You notice as a spotted leopard slinks into the area.
Crobin says, "Something that needs to be worked on in my eyes."
Tirost says, "He was not my intimate friend, but I have seen the visions of the knot, and spoken with those who knew him."
Eonon smiles at Kaeylie.
Jaelia says to Ahneya, "I am not nearly pretty or talented enough to to be a bard."
Eonon catches Kaeylie up in a fierce embrace, swinging her around exuberantly.
Kaeylie smiles at Eonon.
Xadon says, "All I ask is , before you judge... get to know what you are judging."
Xadon nods.
Levinas calmly says, "Unfortunately, the nature of social beings."
Xadon says, "Im free to speak any time."
Zynell asks, "Have we made mention that not all follow the demonic or redemption paths? what does the tempered compassion ethics say of those?"
Kaeylie wraps her arm around Eonon's shoulder in a friendly hug.
Leayne blinks at Crobin.
Xadon says, "And we aren't all monsters."
Gridaksma chuckles at Tirost.
Zynell angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at you.
Akeiro leans over and scratches Selame's back.
Ahneya says to Jaelia, "You think to highly of them."
Gridaksma waves his hand distractedly.
Crobin angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Leayne.
Xionara softly says, "That is a possibility."
You say to Xadon, "What Kethrai says is true... your magic is inherently more dangerous to the world."
Xadon says, "Cant say one person in the room has been harmed by me."
Xadon says, "Helped maybe."
Xadon nods.
Gridaksma asks you, "Than what?"
Xionara glances at Xadon.
Selame trills softly at Akeiro.
You say to Gridaksma, "Than the recognized guilds' magics."
Imroth nods to Gridaksma.
Kaeylie snickers.
Kaeylie pets her spotted leopard.
Gridaksma says, "Warrior Mages are as big of a threat to our existance."
Xadon says, "Thats all i have to say, thanks for listening."
Alanarue says, "I feel we judge many too harshly. It seems that we should make our decisions upon the individuals and not the whole. That is my take."
You decline Xadon's offer to shake hands.
Crobin ponders.
Etasia sighs.
Levinas bows.
Jaelia nods to Alanarue.
Elurora nods to Alanarue.
Eonon grins at Kaeylie.
Eonon snuggles up to Kaeylie.
Xadon nods to Alanarue.
Kaeylie snuggles up to Eonon.
You say to Zynell, "I am aware of those who do not follow demons but do not seek redemption from the immortals, yes. I feel that they are still a danger to society and hope they will return to the immortals."
Crobin nods to Alanarue.
You nod to Xadon.
Eonon grins at Kaeylie.
Crobin says, "I have seen many people grow in the ways of what many call."
Crobin says, "Dark Magic."
Crobin says, "Or Necromancy."
Akeiro casually observes the area.
Akeiro clears his throat.
You observe Crobin with fascination.
Crobin says, "One of my youngest friends took to that direction."
Kethrai angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Crobin.
Crobin says, "He took it for a different reason then most."
Xadon says, "I feel a warmage is just as much of a danger , with your holes in the magical plaines and such."
Xadon nods to you.
Crobin says, "He was sick...and the Immortals were not able to help him."
Crobin says, "The empaths were unable to cure his body."
Crobin says, "So he found a way."
Jaelia says, "I think perhaps we expect a bit too much of our leadership. Community and helping and serving and assisting and even general kindness and understand - you don't even have to change. But it is your actions that matter. I like having less active formal Leaders. When they are more active - I did not like when the High Temple became a political position that ruled most of the Provinces and I'm a cleric."
Levinas calmly says, "I agree about warmages, but Im a biased moon mage."
Etasia ponders thoughtfully
Kaeylie snorts, loudly.
Tirost says to Xadon, "The gods seem to feel differently."
Crobin says, "A way to keep himself living to try and find a cure through the dark arts."
Selame squirms.
Morlokk shakes his head as if clearing it.
Crobin says, "I never judged him for the way he went about it."
Etasia says to Xadon, "It took more than just the war mages to create that hole."
Ears tilted forward, Selame curls her tail around Akeiro's waist loosely.
Xadon says, "Your gods, not the gods."
You say to Xadon, "The elemental planes are much closer to us than the Void, and elemental energies strengthen the boundaries of the planes as can be observed in the Zaulfun stones and the Zengmodaleth."
Crobin says, "Never did he kill another person."
Imroth nods to Crobin.
Eonon grins.
Ezerak says, "Whatabout, whatabout, whatabout. The whataboutisms are tiresome. I've known no Warrior Mages, save Lyras, that have consorted with demons."
Xadon says, "Your gods dont accept what dosent bow to them."
Xadon nods to Tirost.
Crobin says, "But he learned from the creatures he hunted, learned the ways of the body."
Kethrai nods to you.
Xadon says, "I bow to no one."
Xadon nods to Tirost.
Imroth laughs at Ezerak.
Crobin nods to Xadon.
Imroth exclaims, "That was one time!"
Gridaksma says to Ezerak, "They open and stabilize planes we should not be contacting."
Ansara squints at Xadon.
Eonon says, "Book was a war mage as I understand it."
Crobin says, "Many do not bow to people."
Eonon whistles a merry tune.
Xadon says, "Besides you Love."
Crobin says, "I was brought up a slave."
Gridaksma says, "Perhaps we haven't named their entities demons yet."
Xadon kisses Ansara. And he doesn't seem to want to stop.
Crobin says, "A house pet."
Crobin says, "I for one."
Ansara nods to Xadon.
Xadon grins.
Ansara kisses Xadon. And she doesn't seem to want to stop.
Ezerak says to Gridaksma, "But not the one that contains entities that seek to actively destroy us."
Crobin says, "Will never bow to another man."
Kethrai says to Eonon, "And a Philosopher of the Knife."
Leayne rubs Crobin gently, massaging his muscles.
Eonon nods to Kethrai.
Darkewolff chortles softly at some secret joke.
Desimone takes a sip of her milkshake.
Xadon says, "My wife, and an amazing Bardess."
Xadon gestures at Ansara.
Kethrai says, "So, one of those that, at least by their own principles, doesn't consort with demons."
Gridaksma says to Ezerak, "Apparently you missed the memo on how wrong that realm is for our types."
Ansara gives an awkward curtsy, nearly falling over!
Ezerak looks at Gridaksma and shrugs.
Xadon says, "She took the time to get to know a necro."
Xadon nods.
Morlokk slowly asks, "I know im a tog of lowly imoport, but this seems to be far more an issue of religion and what the immortals approve than high low or middle sorcery. with that i ask you this, would you rather a necromancer who deems all the gods immoral and hypocrite, or a thief devoted to damaris??"
You ponder.
Ezerak asks Gridaksma, "I saw into the Plane of Exile, did you?"
Morlokk slowly says, "Or even a paladin devoted to harawep."
Morlokk gets an aurulent wildling spider icon lambent with moonsilver from inside his war belt.
Gridaksma chuckles at Ezerak.
Morlokk just kissed an aurulent wildling spider icon lambent with moonsilver!
(Crobin stands behind Leayne still listening to the group)
Betlind grins at Morlokk, her dimples flashing into view.
Gridaksma says to Ezerak, "More than once."
Eonon says, "I think that's apples and oranges for a comparison."
Etasia leans on Darkewolff.
Leayne smiles at Crobin, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
(Crobin wraps his arms around Leayne's shoulders holding her to him)
Darkewolff smiles at Etasia.
Ezerak says, "I've also seen into the Plane of Electricity. And the Plane of Aether. Certainly not the same."
Sothios smirks.
Desimone takes a bite of the cheesecake.
Gridaksma says to Ezerak, "You understand so very little and call it safe."
Sothios says, "Im a thief devoted to Damaris."
Sothios leans on Morlokk.
Desimone says, "That's a good point. Asketi regularly murders us."
Zynell says to Morlokk, "My shadow are wonderful."
You gaze thoughtfully at Morlokk.
Levinas calmly says to Sothios, "Damaris never saw you."
Sothios asks, "You were saying?"
Kaeylie says, "I'd rather be kissed with the truth, then fed lies. At least a Necromancer, while to some may be vile. They hide not who or what they are for the convience of themseleves, no rather they do so for those mortals who choose to not understand."
Desimone says, "Who is the monster, then."
Kaeylie shrugs.
Sothios nods to Levinas.
Selame leans to her left slightly.
Sothios grins.
Morlokk slowly says, "As im a paladin devoted to harapwep."
Ezerak says to Gridaksma, "I am not saying it is safe, necessarily. Just not the same."
Alanarue stretches her arms.
Miskton says, "We'd all die in fairly short order if our plane didn't have some contact with the Elemental Planes. Lack of contact with the Spiritual Plane and Plane of Probability probably wouldn't be quite so immediately life threatening, but probably have their own complications."
Gridaksma says to Ezerak, "And each demon as they are named are not the same either."
Akeiro slowly empties his lungs.
Levinas nods at Miskton, obviously agreeing with his views.
Gridaksma says, "For that matter neither are the gods."
You say to Morlokk, "I would prefer the thief as they are not engaging in magics which have been shown to be extremely dangerous to all of society..."
Etasia smiles at Miskton, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Coethi goes west.
You nod to Miskton.
Ezerak says to Gridaksma, "It matters little. I've seen more than enough of the denizens of the Plane of Exile."
Kaeylie says, "All magics are inherintely dangerous, be it arcane, elemental or moon."
Kaeylie shrugs.
Xadon asks, "Like your fire rain?"
You nod at Ezerak, in complete agreement with his views.
Selame tries to grab Akeiro's arm, but misses by a mile.
Xadon asks, "Your chain lightning?"
Desimone takes a bite of the cheesecake.
Levinas calmly says, "We can go spell for spell, each guild their own."
Crobin says, "I find finger waggling...interesting and terrifying at the same time."
Akeiro leans on Selame.
Tirost grins at Crobin.
Leayne grins at Crobin, her dimples flashing into view.
Selame grabs Akeiro's hand and whimpers softly.
Kaeylie grins at Crobin.
Levinas calmly says, "Its trivial."
Miskton says, "Which is not to say that opening stronger connections haphazardly is a wise idea, of course. A campfire and a forest fire are not equally as useful."
Crobin winks at Tirost.
Tirost says to Crobin, "Fair assessment, my friend."
Xadon nods to Levinas.
Morlokk slowly says, "A thief using a khri to assasinate a politicians daughter to instill fear or blackmail is not of concern to society."
Crobin nods to Tirost.
Crobin says, "I mean really."
You say to Kaeylie, "But not in the same way. Comparing high sorceries to guild magics is a false equivalence."
Crobin says, "You can hurl a bolt of ligntning from out of no where."
Zalinyar quietly says to Crobin, "I felt that way about knitting when I tried it that one time."
Crobin says, "Or the Moon Mages who can travel across the planes in a matter of moments."
Ezerak nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.
Etasia laughs at Zalinyar.
Eonon gently kisses Kaeylie on the cheek.
Levinas calmly says, "Moments... sometimes longer though."
Etasia grins at Zalinyar, her dimples flashing into view.
Selame slowly empties her lungs.
Jaelia gestures.
Zalinyar winks at Etasia.
Kethrai asks Xadon, "I'm curious. You say you bow to no one, that includes demons?"
Eonon grins.
Akeiro takes a seat near Selame.
Xadon says, "Magic is just that, magic. Used in the wrong hands its dangerous."
Etasia appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Eonon catches Kaeylie up in a fierce embrace, swinging her around exuberantly.
Selame takes a seat near Akeiro.
Kaeylie says, "To whom, though, even the Immortals give lenicency to those whom we call Necromancers. Given freely a path to Redemtion, ,yet again and again they are harrassed, bullied and decried as foul."
Crobin nods to Xadon.
Morlokk slowly says, "Are we comparing magics or the requirement of society to bend to the immortals? Because that seems the discussion just being made inside."
Eonon grins.
Exile's Bane Eonon drifts east.
Crobin chuckles.
Salvitoriel says to you, "Well as entertaining as running in circles can be it's also rather tireing so I'm off to the cemetary to spar. It was a informative and thought provoking lecture thank you for putting it on."
Levinas calmly says, "Initially the latter but now the former."
Alanarue says, "My perspective may be in the minority here, but when it comes to sorcery.... I feel knowledge is power. If I am able to understand and dissect a 'sorcerous' spell or event, I can better prepare in defending against or protecting others from that particular brand of magic. I don't mind engaging in the practice so long as the examination is learning for the sake of the betterment of the community."
You say to Kaeylie, "Those whom the immortals have granted their favor should be accepted by all of us."
Akeiro wraps his arms lovingly around Selame, snuggling close.
You nod to Salvitoriel.
Etasia waves to Salvitoriel.
You extend your bared palms to Salvitoriel in wordless greeting. Salvitoriel places his palms over yours, completing the ritual.
Salvitoriel waves.
Selame leans over and scratches Akeiro's back.
Ahneya goes south.
Salvitoriel strides east.
Alanarue nods.
Kaeylie says, "Yet not all are, I have witnessed it myself."
Kaeylie shrugs.
You nod to Kaeylie.
Levinas nods to Alanarue.
Akeiro slowly empties his lungs.
Ezerak takes a sip of his rum.
Miskton says to you, "I would put some additional caveats there, but they aren't specific to necromancers."
Imroth says, "The path to power and knowledge has corrupted many."
You smile at Miskton.
Selame squirms.
Kaeylie says, "Tis the way of mortals, we choose to label that which we don't understand."
Levinas nods in agreement.
Crobin nods to Kaeylie.
Leayne leans on Crobin.
Crobin leans on Leayne.
Leayne nods to Crobin.
You say to Miskton, "Yes, I was speaking in the context of necromancers and our society..."
Kethrai says to Alanarue, "You and I are in a strange position when it comes to sorcery, though."
Akeiro takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.
Zalinyar says to Kaeylie, "And Judge."
Levinas calmly says, "Fear of the unknown is irrational, yet, here we are nonetheless."
Akeiro wraps his arms lovingly around Selame, snuggling close.
Zalinyar rolls her eyes.
Kaeylie says, "One need not agree with one's choice of guild, yet they are given by the immortals the right to make that choice."
Crobin says, "To be fair."
Kethrai says, "We have access to low sorcery, using other mana types for their own native spells. But there isn't an equivalent kind of high sorcery for us to practice."
Crobin says, "Where you are raised can also show you a different way to look into magics."
Ezerak nods at Miskton, obviously agreeing with his views.
Kaeylie says, "Who are we to question the will of the Immortals, the path the necromancer walks is that, theirs. And the Immortals have set them on it perhaps with divine intentions."
Akeiro offers Selame a burning scarlet cigarillo.
Selame kisses Akeiro on the nose.
You say to Alanarue, "You raise an interesting point, the Academy here will train you in all sorts of methods that will give you a better understanding of sorcery."
Selame accepts Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo.
Kethrai says, "Those are often the... stronger, riskier, more dangerous ones."
Jaelia says, "I appreciate Anuril opening the conversation to start. This is a long conversation and - many perspective and I'm glad to hear them all being discussed instead of us just hiding it under a rug. Things are very nuanced and multi-faceted."
Selame takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.
Xadon says, "We dont have high sorcery either."
You bow to Jaelia.
Xadon says, "We have our native spells."
Levinas nods in agreement.
Xadon nods to Crobin.
Gridaksma says, "It would be one thing to trust the immortals, but their mortal agents carry out their actions, and certainly don't have the best history of being right."
Levinas calmly says, "Much nuance."
Levinas nods to Jaelia.
Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.
Ezerak says to Xadon, "What you...do...is by definition High Sorcery."
Kethrai says to Xadon, "Every spell you practice is high sorcery."
Tirost guzzles down some of his ale and then smacks his lips and wipes them with his sleeve.
Zynell says, "No it is not."
Kethrai says, "You just... can't see the differences between the mana types, any more."
You ponder.
Selame offers Akeiro a burning scarlet cigarillo.
Desimone asks, "That gathering you went to Anuril, is that a regular gathering? Or could it be?"
Xadon says, "It isnt."
Akeiro accepts Selame's scarlet cigarillo.
Zynell says, "Only certain ones are truly high sorcery."
Xadon nods to Ezustrea.
Xadon nods to Ezerak.
You say to Desimone, "Sadly the one who organized it left on a journey that I am not sure they will return from."
Zynell says, "And most are otherwise low necromancy or low sorcery."
Desimone says, "Fostering communication, et cetera."
Desimone says, "Oh."
(Crobin starts to waggle his fingers but almost gets them tied in a knot)
Leayne grins at Crobin, her dimples flashing into view.
Tempest Knight Saragos just arrived.
Kaeylie snickers at Crobin.
Zalinyar grins at Crobin, her dimples flashing into view.
You say to Desimone, "That does not mean someone else won't pick up the torch, as it were."
Leayne waggles her fingers mystically at Crobin. How nice.
Elurora quietly says, "I think I need a chart to keep track of all the magic terms."
Elurora gazes up at the sky.
Tirost smiles at Saragos.
You nod to Saragos.
Tirost bows.
Ezerak says to Xadon, "I've studied enough Arcana and Magical Theory. What you do is blending multiple mana types together. It is the definition of High Sorcery."
Xihlamia wryly says, "I need a tome of charts."
Tirost asks Saragos, "Fashionably late?"
Crobin leans on Tirost.
Ezerak shakes Saragos's hand.
Alanarue says, "And..... if one truly thinks about it... if the Immortals did not intend for us to learn some patterns of magic from others, then it would not be possible at all, regardless of runes, scrolls and other magical imbuements."
Crobin nibbles on Leayne playfully.
Elurora grins at Xihlamia.
Xadon asks, "You seem to be an expert, which of my spells do you think is high sorcery?"
Tirost grins at Crobin.
Xadon peers quizzically at Ezerak.
Saragos says to Tirost, "Something like that. I came as soon as my commitments would allow."
Saragos grins crookedly.
Tirost smiles.
Etasia smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Ezerak says to Xadon, "Any of them that blend multiple mana types."
Tirost nods to Saragos.
You ask Alanarue, "They are powerful but not, I think, omnipotent?"
Morlokk slowly says, "Its no secret i have a brother i love dearly, he chose a different path than i. for our fate dealt us, he has devoted his life to harming the immortals in any way he knows how, while helping any person in any way he can. i have chosen to appease the two gods i find most terrifying and useful, harawep and eylhaar. he is struck down by the gods hands quite often and jailed in the same cities he protects during invasion. I am welcomed in every city and have walked and supped with the baron himself. I would argue were fighting and killing each other over immortals who dont care for us. Only a mood change or bad mood seperates asketi from hodierna yet we act like theres 39 immortals not 13."
Xadon says, "I use arkane mana."
Crobin laughs at Jaelia.
Xadon asks, "Have you used a wand?"
Alanarue says, "Then that means they allow for us to make our own mind up."
Xadon peers quizzically at Ezerak.
Lazy curls of smoke drift off of Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo.
Zynell says, "Most of the necromantic spells blend two mana types. which is the definition of low sorcery."
You gaze thoughtfully at Morlokk.
Xadon nods to Zynell.
Kaeylie says, "Here's what I know, lives are meant to be lives and all should live it to the best of thier ability to please thier chosen immortal, or not if that be the case. The magics one chooses to follow, or path if you will were placed here with intention. Perhapsp by human hands, perhaps by Divine."
Elurora rubs her nose.
Etasia smiles at Morlokk, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Gridaksma nods to Elurora.
Kethrai says, "There's a bit of a terminology issue too, that some sources use low sorcery to refer to cross-mana use like when adventurers use spells from a different mana type, and high sorcery to mean mixtures of mana types."
Zynell says, "Some of the more intricate ones are high sorcery."
Kethrai says, "Some sources use low sorcery to mean mixing two or fewer mana types, and high sorcery to mean mixing three."
Zynell says, "But by definition not all necromancy falls under high sorcery."
Ezerak says to Xadon, "Ah, more whataboutisms. Wands are self-activating magical devices, and require no mana input from the user."
Kaeylie says, "Perhaps."
Kaeylie coughs.
Gridaksma whispers something to Elurora.
Lazy curls of smoke drift off of Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo.
You wince.
Xadon says, "My point."
Xadon nods to Ezerak.
Tirost says to you, "I must take my leave. Thank you for speaking on this, Anuril. It was facinating."
You say to Kethrai, "Perhaps I should have chosen different terms."
Akeiro hums happily to himself.
Xadon says, "You dont even use mana."
You nod to Tirost.
Coethi just arrived.
Xadon says, "But can with devices."
Xadon nods.
Etasia smiles at Tirost, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Etasia waves to Tirost.
Saragos nods to Zynell.
Tirost says to Navesi, "Thanks for teaching. It's been good to see you."
Tirost waves to Etasia.
Zynell nods.
Ezerak says to Xadon, "On the contrary, I use mana frequently."
Navesi nods to Tirost.
Xionara's ears perk up happily.
Selame gazes thoughtfully at Akeiro.
Tirost says to Etasia, "Till our next adventure."
Xadon smiles.
Etasia grins at Tirost, her dimples flashing into view.
Tirost smiles at Betlind.
Betlind hugs Tirost, who wraps his arms around Betlind with a warm smile.
Etasia says, "Indeed."
Saragos quickly salutes Tirost by bringing two fingers to his brow.
Tirost hugs Betlind, getting a smile in return.
Elurora looks at Gridaksma and shrugs.
Primal Hotshot Kaeylie patters east.
Betlind smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Xionara waves to Tirost.
Xadon says, "Of course you do."
A light haze of smoke wafts off Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo.
Xadon smiles.
Tirost waves to Xionara.
Tirost says to Xionara, "I will see you around, I hope."
Zynell says to you, "Would have been wise to use other terms if you had not intended to misslabel a whole guild."
You say to Xadon, "I would have to say that from what I know... which isn't much, at least some of your spells are what I called in my talk: high sorcery."
Tirost says to Kethrai, "Take care, Kethrai."
Kethrai bows to Tirost.
Crobin waves to Kethrai.
Tirost waves.
Crobin hugs Kethrai, who wraps his arms around Crobin with a warm smile.
You say to Zynell, "I defined my terms so... At least I was clear on what -I- meant."
Knight of Meraud Tirost drifts east.
Xadon says, "Any time you like."
Alanarue says, "One moment."
Xadon nods to you.
Leayne hugs Kethrai, who wraps his arms around Leayne with a warm smile.
Alanarue points east.
Shadow's Touch Alanarue sashays east.
Xadon says, "We can speak and i can demonstrate."
Xadon nods.
You give Xadon a slight nod.
Zynell says, "That is not usually what people take away when terms are otherwise used."
You say to Xadon, "Thank you for the offer, I will consider it."
Selame wraps her arms lovingly around Akeiro, snuggling close.
Xadon says, "No danger to you or anyone else of course."
Xadon nods to you.
You give a slight nod.
Crobin laughs at Jaelia.
Akeiro takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.
Imroth says, "Well, thank you for the discussion. It is a strange topic."
Akeiro offers Selame a burning scarlet cigarillo.
Ansara says to Navesi, "I'd like to introduce to you my husband, finisher of the Theren Bridge, and renoun necromancer."
You smile at Imroth.
Selame accepts Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo.
Ansara gestures at Xadon.
Imroth snaps to attention and hails you with a crisp hand salute.
Navesi raises an eyebrow.
Gridaksma just edged a little closer to the Void!
Xadon smiles at Navesi.
You say to Imroth, "Thank you for listening."
Xionara twitches an ear nervously.
Xadon bows to Navesi.
Navesi says, "Mm. I see."
Selame kisses Akeiro on the nose.
Xadon says, "A pleasure Ma'am."
Ansara says to Navesi, "Who everyone interviewed in your article knew about but refused to speak about or to."
Lazy curls of smoke drift off of Selame's scarlet cigarillo.
A pained expression crosses Saragos's face.
Xionara softly says, "That's curious."
Selame takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.
Navesi says, "I'd have to check my notes to see if a name was mentioned, but not that I recall."
Levinas signals his departure with a courteous bow, and then is simply gone -- in what direction, or by what means, you cannot say for sure.
Zalinyar asks Crobin, "Can I drink yet?"
Morlokk flails his arms about.
Zalinyar peers quizzically at Crobin.
Saragos asks Xadon, "What's your particular bent?"
Elurora quietly says, "I need to read this article."
Elurora jots down some notes.
Saragos gazes at Xadon.
Crobin nods to Zalinyar.
Etasia grins at Zalinyar, her dimples flashing into view.
Crobin says, "Of course."
Xadon shakes Saragos's hand.
Zalinyar takes a sip of her rum.
Xionara nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.
Xadon says, "Xadon."
Leayne peers quizzically at Crobin.
Darkewolff takes a sip of his coffee.
Xadon says, "A pleasure."
Zalinyar says to Crobin, "Thank Damaris."
Navesi says to Elurora, "It's available with the imps at present."
Crobin snuggles up to Leayne.
Ansara says to Navesi, "It is also documented in the logs that were placed in the librarys."
Dreadnaught Imroth goes east.
Zalinyar takes a sip of her rum.
Elurora nods to Navesi.
Crobin chuckles.
Elurora smiles at Navesi.
Crobin exhales softly on his sanowret crystal, and scintillating sparks of light dance across its surface.
Kethrai asks Xadon, "So, sorry, if I may ask again. You'd said you bow to no one, which I guess to include demons. This isn't just a matter of... terminology too, yeah? You don't... Exalt, follow, revere them, either?"
Miskton takes a sip of his rum.
Navesi nods.
Morlokk smiles at Ansara.
Xadon says, "I dont bow to demons either."
Morlokk smiles at Xadon.
Xadon nods to Kethrai.
Selame gazes at her cigarillo.
Navesi wryly asks Xadon, "Any particularly nefarious titles I should ascribe to you, Necromancer?"
Xadon says, "I answer to myself."
Xadon says, "And my wife."
Xadon grins at Ansara.
Kethrai says, "Interesting. I apologize for thinking otherwise of you, then."
Ansara says to Navesi, "Bridge Completionist Xadon."
Gridaksma says, "Good save."
Crobin nods to Leayne.
Xadon says, "Im not nefarious."
Selame quietly says to Xadon, "Good follow through."
Xadon looks at Navesi and shrugs.
Jaelia asks, "Autonomous Arcanist, perhaps?"
Saragos asks, "By 'what's your bent', I mean, do you consider yourself a Philosopher, or are openly doing the bidding of Demons?"
Elurora looks at Betlind, obviously trying not to grin.
Selame nods at Akeiro, obviously agreeing with his views.
Leayne nods to Crobin.
Selame fans herself.
(Coethi shifts uncomfortably and continues to watch the goings on in silence.)
Selame takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.
Betlind grins at Elurora, her dimples flashing into view.
Navesi nods to Ansara.
Xadon nods to Gridaksma.
Selame offers Akeiro a burning scarlet cigarillo.
Akeiro accepts Selame's scarlet cigarillo.
Xadon says, "Smart."
Akeiro takes a long drag off of a burning scarlet cigarillo.
Navesi stiffly says, "Noted."
Xadon taps his head.
Xionara paces back and forth.
Kethrai says to Xadon, "I'd heard it said once that you were an apprentice of Nefis, who himself was a follower of the Manifold."
Xadon says, "Was."
You observe Xadon with fascination.
Ezustrea just left.
Xadon says, "We have parted ways."
Miskton takes a sip of his rum.
Xionara softly says, "Nefis..."
Ansara says to Navesi, "And we are open to interviews and available for comment."
Xadon says, "My path was not his."
Kethrai nods to Xadon.
Xadon nods.
Navesi says, "Feel free to give your comment now."
Xionara paces back and forth.
Kethrai says, "I'm frankly glad to hear it."
Jaelia smiles warmly towards Coethi and makes a small gesture towards the food and drink on the picnic cloth, then a nod of acknowledgement.
Gridaksma whispers something to Elurora.
Xadon nods to Kethrai.
Ansara says, "Nefis was good with his words."
Akeiro's scarlet cigarillo goes out and crumbles away.
Jaelia offers Coethi a glass of mocha milkshake.
Xadon says, "And his work."
You nod at Kethrai, in complete agreement with his views.
Navesi asks Ansara, "Are you, too, a Necromancer?"
Jaelia offers Coethi a slice of pecan fudge brownies.
Selame rubs Akeiro gently, massaging his muscles.
Xadon says, "But it wasnt for me."
Akeiro says, "I fought him a few times."
Ansara says, "Learned a lot of prose, not so much of the rhyming though."
Navesi gets a slender oak-bound volume incised with "The First Land Herald" from inside her canvas rucksack.
Navesi gets a pristine goose feather quill from inside her black coat.
Coethi accepts Jaelia's pecan fudge brownies.
Navesi gently flattens her open volume.
Miskton nods politely.
Ansara says to Navesi, "Working on being a Bardess."
Miskton gestures.
A blinding flash of light explodes into existence! As it fades, you notice that Miskton is gone.
Leayne nods to Crobin.
Ansara says to Navesi, "I have a concert upcoming."
Morlokk shakes his head at Desimone.
Navesi gazes silently at Ansara.
Selame lets out a hearty cheer for Ansara!
Zalinyar grins at Ansara, her dimples flashing into view.
Akeiro touches Ansara on the wrist with two fingers.
Desimone nods to Morlokk.
Ansara says, "It'll be my second one."
Xadon smirks.
You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.
[Asemath Academy, Central Fountain]
A fountain gurgles cheerfully somewhere nearby and the scent of plants and flowers fills the night air. You stand in a large open space but you can sense the presence of buildings nearby. You also see a bright yellow plaid cloth with several things on it and a black panther that is sitting.
Also here: Coethi, Tempest Knight Saragos who has a fiery visage, Blood Dancer Selame who is sitting, Grey Empath Akeiro who is sitting, Long Sticka Morlokk, Imerald, War Wizard Etasia, Field Medic Darkewolff, Warder Meganlique, Black Fox Xionara, Primal Lady Zalinyar, Bridge Completionist Xadon whose form is orbited by an array of unblinking sanguine eyes, Shadow Mage Telamont who is wreathed in Katamba-black shadows, Sothios who is engulfed by a tsunami of cerulean light, Soul Surgeon Zynell who is crowned by a ring of glimmering stars, Zaydencus, Fearless Crobin, Transcendent Empath Leayne, Shield Maiden Betlind, Mountain Lord Ezerak, Newswoman Navesi, Heart Tender Kethrai, Musical Enthusiast Ansara, Favored Desimone, Xihlamia, Mother Jaelia who is emanating a benevolent holy aura, Lord of Elamiri Gridaksma and Truthseeker Elurora whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light.
Obvious paths: north, east, south, west.
Elurora flashes a quick grin at Gridaksma.
Ansara curtsies awkwardly to Akeiro, trying to keep her balance.
Akeiro nods to Ansara.
You softly say, "I wonder if that drink table is still in the hall..."
Gridaksma whispers something to Elurora.
Kethrai says to Ansara, "I'd heard you described as Nefis' apprentice too, actually, at the time. But also parted ways."
Kethrai angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Ansara.
Elurora giggles at Gridaksma.
Coethi says to Jaelia, "Thank you."
Navesi says to Ansara, "Well if either of you have a comment, now is the time."
Gridaksma grins at Elurora.
Jaelia says to Coethi, "It is nice to see you here. Thank you for coming out."
Ansara says to Kethrai, "You ever hear the man speak, good for working on public speaking and performing."
Jaelia smiles at Coethi.
Xadon says, "What would you like a comment about."
Xadon smiles at Navesi.
Ozursus walks quietly into the area.
Kethrai says, "I have, and I agree. Remarkably persuasive fellow."
Etasia pets her black panther.
Elurora gets a goblet of strawberry wine from inside her square lunchbox.
You accept Elurora's offer and are now holding a goblet of strawberry wine.
Gridaksma says to Navesi, "The time is always now, part of how time works."
Elurora flashes a quick grin at you.
You say to Elurora, "Bless you."
Ansara says to Xadon, "Your bridge was what had me looking for her, you were not mentioned in the article."
Betlind flashes a wide grin.
You take a sip of the wine.
Ansara nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.
Xadon says, "Necro's not as bad as ya think... Just ask Xadon."
Elurora quietly says to you, "Probably not your preferred, but it's all I had."
Xadon nods to Navesi.
You grin at Elurora.
Xionara flicks her ears back in obvious annoyance.
Coethi says to Jaelia, "Thank you. It's quite a lot of people here."
Zynell leans back against Sothios with a loving smile.
Navesi says, "I don't need one, but if you wish to supply one about the bridge, it will be noted. Though I never guarantee it will go into the paper. That depends on space and other editing factors."
Selame gasps at Akeiro!
Xadon says, "Oh, i placed the last stone."
You praise Coethi's efforts, supporting him with your approval.
You pat Coethi on the back.
You say to Coethi, "Good to see you again."
Navesi lightly says to Gridaksma, "Indeed. I didn't know you were one for plays on words."
Kethrai asks you, "Didn't you launch the final blow that drove Jeihrem back to his keep?"
Gridaksma says, "I think the real investigation should be why it took Therengia so long to learn how to build a bridge."
Xadon says, "I am the Bridge Completionist."
Xadon nods to Navesi.
Kethrai says to you, "Oughta get yourself a title too. Lich Slayer Anuril."
Selame begins chortling at Gridaksma.
Navesi nods to Xadon.
Xadon nods to Gridaksma.
Etasia grins at Kethrai, her dimples flashing into view.
Xionara begins chortling at Gridaksma.
Betlind begins chortling at Kethrai.
Ozursus walks out of the area, robes shuffling along the ground.
Navesi nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.
Crobin snuggles up to Leayne.
Morlokk slowly says, "More importantly he owns therengia."
Etasia grins at Betlind, her dimples flashing into view.
Xadon says, "Have to slay a lich fer the title."
Leayne smiles at Crobin, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Kethrai gazes up at the sky.
Leayne wraps her arms lovingly around Crobin, snuggling close.
Xadon says, "J is alive and well."
Gridaksma says to Xadon, "I've done that."
Xadon nods to Kethrai.
Kethrai takes a sip of his coffee.
You say to Kethrai, "Well, yes I suppose if we're talking about who got the last hit in... it was me."
You say, "That's a bit like laying the last stone in a bridge."
You ponder.
Xadon says, "But... dont follow him either."
Ansara says to Navesi, "He withstood lots of threats and violence and it was his genius that found the perfect stone for placing."
Saragos grins at you.
Navesi sweetly asks Xadon, "How is his puddle-dom doing? Formed limbs again yet?"
Xadon says, "He didnt like when i told him that."
Ezerak says to Xadon, "I suppose if you call what he is alive."
Xadon shudders.
Saragos asks you, "Should I start calling you Lichbane?"
Navesi nods to Ansara.
You look at Saragos and sigh.
You grin.
Navesi writes something on a page in her oak-bound volume.
Navesi says to Saragos, "I like it."
Desimone takes a bite of the cheesecake.
You say to Saragos, "I won't disagree."
Kethrai asks Xadon, "Out of curiosity, are you aligned with the Philosophers? Or just... striking out on your own?"
Zalinyar says, "It would be a good name for the sword that delivered the blow."
Zalinyar nods to you.
Xadon says, "I have no alignment."
Kethrai nods to Xadon.
Ansara beams in loving admiration at Xadon!
Ansara says, "Cept to me."
You say to Zalinyar, "Oh it was one of those lava javelins, you know the ones..."
Ansara flirts with Xadon. Xadon smiles slowly, giving Ansara his full attention.
Xadon says, "Yup."
Saragos snorts, loudly.
Kethrai says, "And your wife."
Kethrai nods to Xadon.
Xadon nibbles on Ansara affectionately.
Zalinyar grins at you, her dimples flashing into view.
Xadon nods to Kethrai.
Selame smiles at Ansara.
Xadon grins.
Ansara winks at Selame.
Saragos asks Xadon, "Put it this way. You out for yourself, or are you running errands for Demons?"
Selame nods to Ansara.
Ansara says to Selame, "Gotta keep em in line ya know."
Kethrai says to you, "I do honestly miss the Forums, strange as it is to say. I learned a lot at every single one."
Xadon says, "I run errands fer my wife."
Xadon nods to Saragos.
Gridaksma says to Saragos, "You sound like Tallis talking to Khurek."
You nod at Kethrai, in complete agreement with his views.
Crobin chuckles.
Jaelia laughs!
You say to Kethrai, "It was an unparalleled resource.."
Selame grins at Ansara.
Jaelia laughs!
Xadon says, "I dont follow a "god" or a "demon."
Xadon nods to Saragos.
Kethrai says, "Somehow, when they had Cyrril to heckle, it made the other necromancers a lot more talkative."
Navesi says, "Run errands in between all the necromancy, of course."
You grin at Kethrai.
You cough.
Saragos asks Gridaksma, "Ok?"
Xadon asks, "Between my life?"
Xadon peers quizzically at Navesi.
Xadon says, "Yes."
Kethrai says, "Normally they'd be all coy and mysterious, but if they had a chance to correct Cyrril on some point of fact..."
Navesi raises an eyebrow in Kethrai's direction.
Elurora looks at Kethrai, obviously trying not to grin.
Ansara says to Xadon, "We are out of milk again."
Navesi asks, "Who's Cyrril?"
You blink at Navesi.
Jaelia says, "Listening to Tallis and Khurek speak made me ill from the start, and I imagine they would make me no less ill today."
Xadon asks, "You ever spent a Day with a Necro?"
Xadon peers quizzically at Navesi.
You say to Navesi, "The one who organized the meetings down in Ilithi that I spoke of attending, in my talk."
Navesi dryly says, "Just the one I was firing lava spears at."
You say to Navesi, "His name was Cyrril."
Saragos says, "Wasn't around to hear them speak to each other, so I couldn't say."
Xionara paces back and forth.
Xadon says, "I invite you to."
Zynell says, "Who had the worst filtering of truth i have ever seen."
Zalinyar asks Xadon, "Does it count if you didn't know they were a necromancer?"
Jaelia asks Xadon, "I would be willing, I spent enough time doing penance based on being labeled with their offenses, I can't imagine what more worse I could do?"
Zynell nods to you.
Xadon says, "Would be a great story."
Xadon nods.
Navesi says, "And a few who managed to conceal their taint long enough."
You ask Zynell, "Filtering?"
Navesi nods to you.
Xadon nods to Jaelia.
Navesi says, "I see."
Xadon says, "Any time you like."
Selame holds her hand up before her mouth and begins to cough, her shoulders shaking. Hope it's not contagious!
Jaelia nods to Xadon.
Akeiro grins at Selame.
Zynell says to you, "That one meeting he accepted any and every terrible idea thrown out to him as reasonable."
Ezerak says to Xadon, "I did. I broke his toes first, with a hammer. Seems they can't heal themselves without something dead around."
Ezerak appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Kethrai laughs!
Elurora blinks at Ezerak.
Kethrai asks Zynell, "Oh, the one about the philosophy of good and evil?"
Selame angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at Akeiro.
You say to Zynell, "Oh, hmm, I suppose he did have a very accepting attitude when he was trying to get a conversation going, that is true."
Zynell says to you, "Even if facts were explicitly against the idea."
Xadon says, "Not true."
Xadon gets a great chunk of mauler material from inside his night-black haversack.
You chuckle at Zynell.
Akeiro grins at Selame.
You nod to Zynell.
Selame laughs happily.
Xadon offers Ezerak a great chunk of mauler material.
Selame pulls Akeiro to her in a tight hug.
Zynell says to Kethrai, "That was the worst one, but it was every discussion."
Navesi grins at Ezerak.
Ezerak declines Xadon's offer.
Leayne smiles at Crobin, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Xadon smiles.
Xadon puts his material in his wyvern skull.
Kethrai says, "Yeah, it was pretty funny that there were some mutually exclusive ideas that he accepted and offered up one after the other."
Ezerak says to Xadon, "That's still a dead thing."
Xadon says, "A piece a one."
Xadon nods.
Kethrai says, "But... I guess he was trying to act more as facilitator than participant."
Navesi asks, "So what happened to this Cyrril?"
Desimone chuckles at Morlokk.
Zynell says, "It hindered learning."
Zynell nods to Kethrai.
Morlokk smiles.
Xadon says, "He was run off."
Xadon nods to Navesi.
Crobin chuckles at Leayne.
Leayne giggles at Crobin.
Zynell nods at Xadon, obviously agreeing with his views.
Selame winks at Akeiro.
Xadon says, "From people who dont understand Us."
Navesi says, "Mm."
You say to Navesi, "He told us he was going on a journey for personal resons and did not know if he would ever return. He did take us to a very interesting place though, for the last meeting..."
Zalinyar exclaims to Leayne, "I need to go let Doom out. See you two again soon!"
Zalinyar hugs Leayne, who wraps her arms around Zalinyar with a warm smile.
Ansara says to Xadon, "You could start them up again."
Zalinyar hugs Crobin, who wraps his arms around Zalinyar with a warm smile.
Morlokk nods at Desimone, obviously agreeing with her views.
Coethi takes a bite of the brownies.
Zalinyar waves.
Navesi nods to you.
Primal Lady Zalinyar strolls east.
Akeiro wraps his arms lovingly around Selame, snuggling close.
Xadon nods to Ansara.
Xadon says, "I may."
Xadon says, "All are invited."
Selame angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at Xadon.
Jaelia says, "Apologies for the Holy spells cast, they are only to keep my floaty orb friend full there is nothing I am going to d that is going to hurt anyone gathered."
Selame quietly asks Xadon, "Start what up again?"
Jaelia gestures over the shadowy orb, muttering tones of enchantment!
Xadon says, "Thats quite alright."
Navesi gazes at Jaelia.
Xadon nods to Jaelia.
Ansara says, "The necro talks."
Ansara nods to Selame.
Navesi says to Jaelia, "Don't ever apologize for honoring the Immortals."
Xadon says, "As you see , i didnt melt or die."
Leayne nods to Crobin.
Kethrai says, "I suppose they won't be called Philosopher's Forums any more."
Kethrai appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Xadon says, "Im quite ok."
Navesi gently closes a slender oak-bound volume incised with "The First Land Herald".
Jaelia says to Navesi, "I am trying to be polite to all gathered. There is time for Immortals, and time for Society, and we juggle both as clerics."
Navesi puts her volume in her black coat.
Navesi puts her quill in her black coat.
You smirk at Xadon.
Ezerak sarcastically says, "A damn shame."
Ansara asks Kethrai, "What name should we give em?"
Akeiro says to Kethrai, "I went to one of those meetings."
Xadon smiles at Ezerak.
Akeiro says, "Snacks were pretty good."
Kethrai looks at Ansara and shrugs.
Navesi says to Jaelia, "There's no need to be polite to Necromancers, certainly not at the expense of the Immortals."
Kethrai says, "Naming things is hard."
Leayne grins at Akeiro, her dimples flashing into view.
Elurora nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.
Crobin nods to Kethrai.
Morlokk sweeps a fine platinum chain strung with ilmenite cores and multi-faceted stormfire topaz beads off his head and in front of him in a large arc, fluidly stepping backward and bowing to Desimone at the same time.
Xadon says, "You dont have to like me."
Gridaksma glances at Elurora.
Crobin says, "I agree."
Xadon says, "Again."
Elurora flashes a wide grin at Gridaksma.
Zynell says, "There is always time to be polite."
Xadon says, "I dont require acceptace."
Zynell nods to Navesi.
Long Sticka Morlokk lurches east.
Navesi says to Zynell, "Respectfully disagree."
Selame leans over and scratches Akeiro's back.
Kethrai says, "I have a... personal anecdote, actually, on that..."
Coethi takes a bite of the brownies.
Elurora quietly says to Gridaksma, "Eskila keeps trying to get me to change Dog's name."
You observe Kethrai with fascination.
Gridaksma snickers at Elurora.
Betlind softly says, "Oh nugget..."
Etasia grins at Elurora, her dimples flashing into view.
Gridaksma says, "He seems to respond to it well enough."
Zynell says to Navesi, "Took the time to politely disagree."
Crobin nods to Leayne.
Kethrai says, "There is a necromancer, well, formerly one, who is a friend of mine."
Zynell winks at Navesi.
Zynell giggles.
Elurora nods at Gridaksma, obviously agreeing with his views.
Zynell playfully tilts her ears toward Navesi.
Navesi exclaims to Zynell, "You are not a Necromancer!"
Elurora grins at Etasia.
Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Kethrai.
Etasia grins at Elurora, her dimples flashing into view.
Zynell giggles at Navesi.
Selame peers quizzically at Kethrai.
Kethrai says, "She... struggled, quite a lot, with trying not to fall too far into the darkness, despite the demonic temptations to do so."
Xionara angles her ears forward in curiosity.
Jaelia asks Navesi, "But I'm not dishonoring the Immortals. I make no apologies for my spells, only that I am not looking to start something I am not going to finish or wanting to invite. That keeps me alive. And lines of communication open. And if lines of communication had been more open - perhaps the necromancer issue would not still be one, as minor as it seems now - 5 decades later?"
Navesi nods to Kethrai.
Elurora giggles at Etasia.
Akeiro asks Kethrai, "The one that cursed with gnomishness?"
Etasia appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Kethrai says, "I and some others, well... Tried to be compassionate with her, and forgiving, the times when she fell short."
Kethrai shakes his head at Akeiro.
Akeiro nods.
Leayne hugs Crobin, who wraps his arms around Leayne with a warm smile.
Kethrai says, "I eventually assisted her on her path back to the Immortals."
Gridaksma gazes thoughtfully at Kethrai.
Crobin snuggles up to Leayne.
Xionara angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at Kethrai.
Navesi says to Jaelia, "My advice is to keep your honor in the Immortals, and run away if you find yourself truly in danger. Not that you could be, with the Immortals to raise you again."
Leayne grins at Crobin, her dimples flashing into view.
Navesi nods to Kethrai.
Leayne wraps her arms lovingly around Crobin, snuggling close.
Jaelia grins at Navesi.
Xadon says, "Should you ever wish to not be a biggeted person, you are free to follow me around and see just how HORRIBLE a necro is."
Navesi says to Kethrai, "An honorable task."
Xadon nods.
Gridaksma says, "And neverforget the temple is not the immortals."
Zynell nods at Gridaksma, obviously agreeing with his views.
Ezerak snorts, loudly.
You ponder.
Zynell nods emphatically.
Jaelia says, "That is the wisest thing Spoken today, Thank you Gridaksma."
Zynell nods at Jaelia, obviously agreeing with her views.
Gridaksma says, "They also shouldn't let any of their inquisitors put dungeons under their bed."
Jaelia chortles softly at some secret joke.
Elurora grins at Betlind.
Xihlamia slinks east.
Leayne studies her diamond-hide almanac closely.
Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Gridaksma.
Saragos says, "Regarding communication, it's pretty simple to me. Those that call themselves Philosophers... I don't agree with, I think they're doing dangerous things, and I think they're fooling themselves if they believe they can get out clean. But the Perverse? I'm not sure what sort of conversation you can have with them. They're serving the wolves at our door, the things that, if they get their way will end it all."
Gridaksma nods to Akeiro.
Leayne nods to Crobin.
Elurora asks Xadon, "Is your offer open to anyone?"
Ezerak nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.
Jaelia nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views.
Xadon nods to Elurora.
Elurora gives Xadon a slight nod.
Xadon says, "It is."
Desimone asks, "Yes, how do we sign up for 'A day with Xadon', to see what necromancers do?"
Crobin nods to Leayne.
Saragos says, "Regardless of anything else, if you like living life in a way that we understand it, helping Demons get their way is working against your own best interests. That's not religion, that's just sense."
Kethrai says, "Sorry, lost my train of thought. I guess, my point being."
Xadon says, "Just ask."
Leayne waves.
Xadon smiles.
Leayne softly says, "Be well all."
Jaelia beams at Leayne!
Jaelia waves to Leayne.
Betlind bows to Leayne.
Etasia nods to Leayne.
Zynell says to Saragos, "Plenty of conversation to be had, they are quite interesting and have pretty solid grasps on topics i find most anyone else lacking in."
Imerald wanders east.
Kethrai says, "Compassion and... politeness, even. May be worth offering."
Elurora nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views.
Darkewolff nods to Leayne.
Kethrai says, "Even if you aren't sure the person ever really can come back from that dark place."
Darkewolff nods to Crobin.
Xadon nods to Kethrai.
Xadon says, "Always."
Transcendent Empath Leayne glides east, leading her group.
Gridaksma asks Saragos, "And if the temple asks you to further the necromantic cause in their name? Are you still evil?"
Xadon says, "As i have been polite to those here who dipise me because of my guild."
Akeiro nods to Selame.
Zynell says to Saragos, "My theurgy studies are vastly improved by conversations with the profane actually."
Xadon says, "But have never taken the time to speak to me."
Xadon nods to Kethrai.
Navesi says to Kethrai, "I support anyone who seeks redemption from the Immortals."
Selame stands up.
Selame dusts herself off.
Selame gazes down at the ground.
Akeiro grins at Selame.
Akeiro chuckles.
Xadon says, "So you support slavery."
Xadon nods.
Akeiro waves.
Etasia waves to Akeiro.
Xadon says, "Noted."
Akeiro waves to Etasia.
Etasia smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Ezerak looks over at Xadon and yawns.
Darkewolff smirks.
Xadon asks, "Sleepy?"
You say to Xadon, "I do not see how the analogy works as the immortals do not dictate my actions."
Xadon peers quizzically at Ezerak.
Jaelia says, "Also, you do have to understand, I was down with the let's kill all the necromancers at the start of the war with Lyras. It was that time and the aftermath that followed that made me tell the Princess after the Prince died - he died in Service of the Immortals, just like any other Immortal while she's grieving for herself and her children, and be very done with Political heads and figures of state and temple."
Zynell says, "Perhaps not obviously."
Xadon asks, "No? who is your immortal?"
Zynell nods to you.
Kethrai asks Xadon, "And for what it's worth, we're speaking right here and now, aren't we?"
Selame whispers something to Xadon.
Xadon nods.
You say to Xadon, "Hodierna."
Ezerak says to Xadon, "No, I just grow bored of hearing the same things over and over from Necromancers."
Xadon says, "You have been polite."
Saragos says to Zynell, "I'm sure they're quite witty, and you might even be able to learn a thing or two from them. But their very path in life is an existential threat. Man holding a knife to my throat can be witty too, but I've got bigger things to worry about at that point."
Xadon smiles at Kethrai.
Selame whispers something to Ansara.
Gridaksma says to Jaelia, "That was a trying time for many of us."
Saragos says to Gridaksma, "Not sure what you're on about. I'm no servant of the Temple."
Ezerak says, "I'll gladly admit that I have been less than polite."
Gridaksma says to Saragos, "I asked if one is still evil doing the will of the temple who speaks for the gods."
Ezerak says, "Because I've heard this all before."
Selame quietly says to Xadon, "For the record, I don't despise you."
Selame just hugged Xadon.
Selame just hugged Ansara.
Xadon smiles at Selame.
Xadon hugs Selame, who wraps her arms around Xadon with a warm smile.
"Burn him! Burn him!" You hear the cries echo around you as everyone in the vicinity immediately gives Xadon a wide berth!
Xadon says, "You have taken the time to know me."
Xadon says, "I must go."
Xadon waves.
Ezerak says, "Ah, good, there they are."
Kethrai gives Xadon a slight nod.
You nod to Xadon.
Akeiro leaps to his feet!
Bridge Completionist Xadon goes east.
Akeiro adjusts his fuzzy pajamas into place.
Etasia nods.
Darkewolff chuckles.
Selame sighs.
Ansara snickers.
Etasia grins at Darkewolff, her dimples flashing into view.
Akeiro angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Selame.
Darkewolff says to Ezerak, "Don't hold back, tell us how you really feel."
Zynell asks Saragos, "How can you be certain if you do not know their path or how they follow their immortals?"
Darkewolff chuckles at Ezerak.
Saragos says to Gridaksma, "Sorry, you're over there using broad, general terms, and very clearly laying a trap, trying to get me to defend an organization I'm not part of. It's a dumb game, and I'm not playing."
Selame nods to Akeiro.
Jaelia says to Ezerak, "I don't like what the Necomancers do. I understand though. I think there a lines. And there are also things we don't do becasue we hold ourselves to higher standards to live society better for our future children and members, rather than the Temple and Khurek of Burn it down and torture people and do things that harm the future of society and create empathy for necromancers."
Ezerak chuckles.
Grey Empath Akeiro drifts east, leading his group.
Sothios smiles.
Ozursus walks quietly into the area.
Gridaksma says to Saragos, "I asked a simple question, it seems Gauthus isn't checking his recruits well anymore."
Gridaksma shrugs.
Ezerak says to Darkewolff, "I don't think I have to tell anyone where I stand on the subject, at this point."
Gridaksma says, "He used to even preach the immortals himself."
You say to Saragos, "I laregly agree with you about the philosophers... and I agree that we should strenuously resist the designs of those who follow demons, but if we are unwilling to extend a hand to them there is no chance they will ever turn back."
Darkewolff smiles at Ezerak.
Etasia peers quizzically at Gridaksma.
Saragos says to Gridaksma, "You're a funny man."
Sothios says, "Our kind was once hated as well."
Saragos winks at Gridaksma.
Ezerak chuckles.
Zynell rubs Sothios gently, massaging his muscles.
Darkewolff says to Ezerak, "Not at all. I just figred it would be nice to have a chuckle."
Elurora nods at Darkewolff, obviously agreeing with his views.
Zynell says to Sothios, "You are very loved now."
Ezerak grins at Darkewolff, his dimples flashing into view.
Ezerak pats Darkewolff on the back.
Kethrai says, "I think Anuril's thesis from the lecture is on point here..."
Zynell gently kisses Sothios on the cheek.
Sothios says, "I judge on actions not on guild."
You blink in amazement at Kethrai. Good heavens, dear!
Darkewolff asks Ezerak, "You gotta appreciate good comedy, right?"
Kethrai says, "I've heard so many very similar stories from different necromancers about how they came to it..."
Etasia nods to Sothios.
Ezerak says to Darkewolff, "Always, from all sources."
Jaelia says to Saragos, "I still think he's been around enough to be worth listening to."
Darkewolff nods to Ezerak.
You nod to Kethrai.
Kethrai says, "And often it comes down to, terrible things happened to me, and I want to fix them, or avenge them."
Jaelia nods to Kethrai.
Kethrai says, "Or... Terrible things happen to others, and how dare the Immortals not fix them."
Kethrai says, "And we may be able to head that off by... ensuring that fewer terrible things happen."
Elurora smiles at Kethrai.
Kethrai says, "To everyone, great and small."
Coethi takes a bite of the brownies.
Jaelia says, "We can choose to be better for the current and the future, or we can choose actions that will only keep the status quo or make it worse. Because our actions today paint our tomorrow."
Elurora nods to Kethrai.
You nod at Kethrai, in complete agreement with his views.
}}

Anuril

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|race=Elf
|gender=Male
|guild=Warrior Mage
|instance=Prime
|toc=n
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===Description===

You see '''Veteran Apprentice Anuril''', Elemental Student of the Order of the Black Fox, an Elf. 
He has a triangular face, pointed ears, gold-flecked amber eyes and a straight nose. His platinum hair is long and straight, and is worn in a simple, pulled-back style held in place by a velvety black Mer'Kresh lightning rose cradled by wine jasper-dappled leaves. He has pale skin and a lean build. 
He is a bit over average height for an Elf. 
He looks young. 
A curved shard of crimson moonsilver inlaid with vengeance rubies pierces his left earlobe. The silvery-red metal casts an eerie blood-red glow over the side of his face. 
His left cheekbone has a tattoo of a vibrant bouquet of etlingera flowers inked in fiery pink and red hues. 
He is in good shape. 
 
He is wearing a firestorm damask cloak lined with ebony silk, a gentleman's firestorm damask greatcoat embellished with ornate sungold epaulets, a firestorm damask vest lined with cloth-of-gold, a flax-colored seasilk shirt with long gathered sleeves, an uthamar wedding band inlaid with tiny lightning bolts formed of xenomite, a sigilated platinum ring, a gold-threaded samite sash clasped with a Gemfire ruby brooch, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a pair of fiery scarlet khaddar pants with black piping on the seams and some somber black leather boots laced with dark grey silk cords.

===Logs===
* [[Anuril/Logs/20230422_Looming_Threat|443-03-23]] (2023/04/22): A talk given at Asemath Academy on the subject of Forbidden Practices, and personal experiences with necromancy.

Anuril

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{{PC
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|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Male
|guild=Warrior Mage
|instance=Prime
|toc=n
}}
===Description===

You see '''Veteran Apprentice Anuril''', Elemental Student of the Order of the Black Fox, an Elf. 
He has a triangular face, pointed ears, gold-flecked amber eyes and a straight nose. His platinum hair is long and straight, and is worn in a simple, pulled-back style held in place by a velvety black Mer'Kresh lightning rose cradled by wine jasper-dappled leaves. He has pale skin and a lean build. 
He is a bit over average height for an Elf. 
He looks young. 
A curved shard of crimson moonsilver inlaid with vengeance rubies pierces his left earlobe. The silvery-red metal casts an eerie blood-red glow over the side of his face. 
His left cheekbone has a tattoo of a vibrant bouquet of etlingera flowers inked in fiery pink and red hues. 
He is in good shape. 
 
He is wearing a firestorm damask cloak lined with ebony silk, a gentleman's firestorm damask greatcoat embellished with ornate sungold epaulets, a firestorm damask vest lined with cloth-of-gold, a flax-colored seasilk shirt with long gathered sleeves, an uthamar wedding band inlaid with tiny lightning bolts formed of xenomite, a sigilated platinum ring, a gold-threaded samite sash clasped with a Gemfire ruby brooch, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a pair of fiery scarlet khaddar pants with black piping on the seams and some somber black leather boots laced with dark grey silk cords.

Meeting Hall (Crossing)

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{{RTOC}}
This hall is found one room west from the from the [[Crossing]] Barbarian Guild. See [[Meeting Hall]] for details on how to rent and use the rooms.

From the entrance to the hall, there is a free to use room via an '''arch'''. All other portals within the building require payment to rent. Those portals are:
* red door
* blue door
* violet door
* green door
* yellow door
{{cat|Landmarks}}

Smoke images

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==Restrictions==
Smoke image quality is limited by race. [[Prydaen]], [[S'kra Mur]], and [[Rakash]] in moonskin are unable to do better than Amateur quality images. Anyone who has learned a smoke image well enough to teach it as shown by the SMOKE LIST output can teach that image to others by typing SMOKE TEACH <image> <player> while both are holding lit smoking items. The teacher then demonstrates the image and the student attempts to follow suit until messaging indicates they have learned it.

==Verbs==
* Inhale - to draw smoke into your mouth.
* Tap - to tap ashes off a cigar.
* Clean - to clean out a pipe.
* Smoke - to puff a cigar or pipe.
* Smoke List - to list the smoke images you have learned.
* Exhale - to exhale inhaled smoke.
: (Rings|Balls|Lines) - to exhale rings, balls or a line of smoke.
: (person/object) - to exhale smoke at a player, creature or object.
: <Line> (image) (person) (quality) - create a smoke image from one of your known images.
:: Some images have special verbs when done at people, and you can also perform a lower quality image than what you know.

==Hint==
If you have a flint in a container, metal knife or blade in your right hand, cigar in left hand then you can "light cigar with flint" and it should try lighting the cigar. If you reverse the hand items it wont work.

==Smoke Images==

===Deer===
{| class="wikitable"
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| N/A || Learning ||<Name> tries to make the image of a deer, but fails miserably, he/she only makes a misshapen cloud of smoke.
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| Wheezer || Beginner ||<Name> exhales a cloud of smoke that looks like some sort of upright, four-legged animal.
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| Sneezer || Amateur ||<Name> blows out a rivulet of smoke, which forms into a distorted image of an animal that barely resembles a deer.
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| Whiffler || Adequate ||<Name> puffs out a stream of smoke, which becomes a fuzzy image of something that reminds you of a deer.
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| Streamer || N/A ||<Name> lofts out some swirling smoke, which turns into the image of a surprised deer.
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| Master || N/A || Wisps of smoke flow from <Name's> mouth, which transform into a crisp image of a startled deer, whose head seems to rise and twist toward you.
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===Dragon===
{| class="wikitable"
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| N/A || Learning ||<Name> tries to make the image of dragon, but fails miserably, he/she only makes a misshapen cloud of smoke.
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| Wheezer || Beginner ||<Name> blows out a cloud of smoke that becomes an indistinguishable lumpy mass.
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| Sneezer || Amateur ||Puffing out some smoke, <Name> forms an image that resembles a badly deformed lizard.
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| Whiffler || Adequate ||<Name> blows out some smoke, which changes into an image that resembles something not quite unlike a prone form of a dragon.
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| Streamer || N/A ||<Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a sleeping dragon.
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| Master || N/A ||<Name> lofts several strands of smoke from between their lips that twist together, creating an image of a sleepy dragon. The dragon raises its angular head, rolls over onto its side and then lies down, slowly closing its eyes.
|}

===Rabbit===
{| class="wikitable"
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| N/A || Learning ||<Name> tries to make the image of ??
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| Wheezer || Beginner ||<Name> sputters out some smoke, which becomes an odd-looking cloud with two upright appendages.
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| Sneezer || Amateur ||<Name> exhales a cloud of smoke that forms a hazy image of a small long-eared rabbit.
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| Whiffler || Adequate ||<Name> spews out a line of smoke, which grows into an image of a puffy rabbit, with one drooping ear.
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| Streamer || N/A ||<Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a rabid rabbit.
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| Master || N/A ||A swirl of smoke escapes out of <Name>'s mouth, which turns into an image of a rabbit that spins quickly around and lunges out at some unseen foe.
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===Pixie===
{| class="wikitable"
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| N/A || Learning ||<Name> tries to make the image of ??
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| Wheezer || Beginner ||<Name> discharges some smoke from their mouth that looks like some sort of deformed floating goblin.
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| Sneezer || Amateur ||Strands of smoke ooze out of <Name>'s mouth, which mutates into something that looks like a cross between a butterfly and a hunched-over Dwarf, as impossible as that seems.
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| Whiffler || Adequate ||<Name> puffs out some smoke that becomes an image of a pixie with a large misshapen wing.
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| Streamer || N/A ||<Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a mischievous pixie.
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| Master || N/A ||Lofting some smoke from their mouth, <Name> creates an image of a mischievous pixie with wings aflutter, pirouetting and dancing through the air.
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| Master (aimed) || N/A ||Lofting some smoke from their mouth, <Name> creates an image of a mischievous pixie with wings aflutter, which pirouettes and dances through the air waving a tiny wand over <Target>'s head.
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===Kitten===
{| class="wikitable"
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| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make ??
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| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> spits out a cloud of smoke resembling some sort of bizarre four-legged animal.
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| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> blows out some smoke forming a cloud in which you can barely make out an image resembling some sort of squashed small cat.
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| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> discharges a cloud of smoke, which turns into a depiction of a stiffly standing kitten.
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| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a snow-white kitten.
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| Master || N/A || Smoke curls out from <Name>'s mouth, forming an image of a cute snow-white kitten rolling over a ball of yarn.
|}

===Troll===
{| class="wikitable"
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! width="10%" | Olvi
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| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make ??
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| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> spews some smoke that looks something like a cross of a rock and a tree. Not a pretty sight.
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| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> breathes out a swath of smoke that changes into an image of a hunched-over upright form with impossibly long arms.
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| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> blows out a cloud of smoke, forming a hazy image of a troll with large misshapen hands.
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| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhale a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of an ill-tempered troll.
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| Master || N/A || Writhing tendrils of smoke stream from between <Name>'s lips, growing into the frightful form of a rock troll holding a large club. Suddenly, the troll drops the club and begins swinging its large clawed hands menacingly back and forth.
|}

===Horse===
{| class="wikitable"
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| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make ??
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| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> spews out a cloud of smoke that looks like some sort of four-legged animal with two large heads, one on each end.
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| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> expels some smoke that becomes a distorted image of a horse with the torso and head of a Human where its head should be.
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| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> puffs out a line of smoke which grows into the shape of a horse with a tiny rider.
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| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a horse and rider.
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| Master || N/A || Rivulets of smoke glide from <Name>'s mouth twisting together to form a picture of a sleek horse with a caped rider. The rider pulls back on the reins and the horse rears back, thrashing its forelegs in the air.
|}

===Paladin===
{| class="wikitable"
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! width="10%" | Other
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| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make ??
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| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> coughs out a cloud of smoke that looks a little like a dented metal barrel.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> blows out some smoke that changes into an image of a person wearing nothing but a cloud.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> discharges a rivulet of smoke which becomes a semblance of a person wrapped in a small towel.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke creating an image of an embarrassed Paladin, garbed in a striped towel.
|-
| Master || N/A || A billow of smoke cascades from <Name>'s mouth, transforming into the likeness of a blushing Paladin, who looks up and then quickly wraps a flowered towel around his waist.
|}

===Whip===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> coughs out some smoke that looks like an elongated cloud with a snaky tail.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> blows out a line of smoke that mutates into the image of a person holding a twisted stick.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> breathes out some smoke that grows into a hazy shape of a woman holding a limp piece of rope.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a pretty gypsy girl brandishing a sluagh-hide whip.
|-
| Master || N/A || Smoke glides from <Name>'s mouth, blooming into a picture of a pretty gypsy woman holding a sluagh-hide whip. She raises her arm and flicks the whip about in a circle over her head.
|}

===Cloak===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> coughs out some smoke that looks like a flapping, deformed cloud.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> hurls a cloud of smoke from their mouth which mutates into a form wrapped up in a large piece of cloth.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> blows out some smoke that changes into the image of a man wearing a cloak.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a tall man, hidden beneath a hooded cloak.
|-
| Master || N/A || A cloud of smoke escapes from <Name>'s mouth and draws out into an image of a tall man wearing a hooded cloak. He furtively glances around, then pulls the cloak around himself, concealing his features.
|}

===Stump===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> spits out an undistinguishable lump of smoke.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> exhales a line of smoke that turns into an image of a broken rock.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> expels cloud of smoke which changes into the squashed image of a tree stump.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a hollow tree stump.
|-
| Master || N/A || Strands of smoke glide from between <Name>'s mouth, composing an image of a jagged, hollow tree stump, with some flies buzzing around it. From the shadows in between a crack in the wood, a pair of beady eyes peer out.
|}

===Fleas===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make the image of ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> spurts out some smoke which looks like some sort of an upright form.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> breathes out a cloud of smoke that becomes the image of a short figure covered with spots.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> puffs out some smoke that changes into an image of a fuzzy Dwarf with bumpy skin.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a slack-jawed Dwarf covered in fleas.
|-
| Master || N/A || A cloud of smoke billows off <Name>'s tongue, creating a picture of a slack-jawed Dwarf with fleas crawling all over him. The Dwarf picks a flea out of his beard, gazes at it intently, then quickly pops it into his mouth.
|}

===Daisies===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make the image of ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> spews out some smoke that reminds you of a tall fuzzy mound.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> exhales a cloud of smoke, which changes into the outline of a child-like figure.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> discharges a line of smoke that gathers to form the image of an armor-clad Halfling.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a befuddled Halfling, garbed in a fleshless skull helm, adorned with daisies.
|-
| Master || N/A || Ripples of smoke glide from between <Name>'s lips, forming a magnificent depiction of a Halfling decked out in plate mail, wearing a fleshless skull helm covered with daisies. The Halfling picks a daisy off its head and starts pulling petals off one by one.
|}

===Unicorn===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make the image of ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> coughs out some smoke that looks like some sort of lumpy four-legged animal.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> expels a cloud of smoke that forms an image of a deformed horse with stumpy legs and an oversized head.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> puffs out a streak of smoke which gradually assumes the shape of an unicorn with a stubby horn.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a proud unicorn.
|-
| Master || N/A || Wisps of smoke glide from <Name>'s mouth, intertwining to form a pristine figure of an unicorn, which bows its head, then snorts and stamps its forelegs.
|}

===Rams===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make the image of ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> spews out a cloud of smoke resembling some sort of four-legged animal.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> exhales some smoke, forming an image that reminds you of a contorted sheep.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> blows out several lines of smoke, crafting a picture of a couple of rams standing together.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a herd of meadow rams parading down a long rug.
|-
| Master || N/A || A wave of smoke billows from <Name>'s mouth, spreading out into a depiction of a herd of meadow rams standing on a long rug. The rams start charging down the rug, but end up in a tangled heap as they trip over one another.
|}

===Bandit===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make the image of ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> spurts out some smoke resembling a lumpy mound.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> exhales some smoke that changes into the image of a dark crouching form.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> blows out a cloud of smoke which becomes an image of a hunched-over man.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a pale man hunched over the form of an unconscious Halfling.
|-
| Master || N/A || A cloud of smoke curls out from <Name>'s mouth, creating a depiction of a pale Human hunched over the unconscious form of a Halfling. The man casually glances around then reaches down to search the Halfling.
|}

===Ship===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make the image of ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> exhales a smoke cloud that looks like a poorly-made table.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> expels a line of smoke that mutates into an image of a mangled wreck of a boat.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> blows out some smoke which looks exactly like a small boat with a deformed triangular sail.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a proud brigantine ship on the high seas.
|-
| Master || N/A || Smoke rolls from between <Name>'s lips, building a depiction of a proud brigantine ship. One by one, the sails drop open from the yardarms, billow with wind and the ship sails off over the waves.
|}

===Grave===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make the image of ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> coughs out a lump of smoke.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> blows out some smoke, forming the image an upright rounded stone.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> exhales a cloud of smoke that changes into an image of a rounded gravestone.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> blows out a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a lonely gravestone.
|-
| Master || N/A || A puff of smoke rolls out of <Name>'s mouth, creating a picture of a forgotten gravestone with intertwined vines covering it.
|}

===Fish===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> exhales a misshapen cloud of smoke
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> breathes out some smoke that looks like a disfigured finned animal.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> exhales some smoke that changes into an image of a belly-up, dead fish.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> puffs out a cloud of smoke which becomes an image of a swimming fish.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> blows a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a large fish leaping out of the water.
|-
| Master || N/A || <Name> casts out a line of smoke that spreads out to form the image of a large pond. Suddenly a large-mouthed fish leaps through the surface of the "water" to catch a wispy fly and splashes back into the pond.
|}

==Special Smoke Images==

===Web===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make the image of web, but fails miserably, he/she only makes a misshapen cloud of smoke.
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> exhales a tangled mess of lines.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> blows out a bunch of lines that cross each other in odd angles.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> breathes out some lines that come together to form the image of a misshapen web.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales several thin, wispy streams of smoke which merge with each other to form a delicate spider web.
|-
| Master || N/A || In rapid succession, out a series of lines that form an unfinished web. A smoky spider on the edge of the web quickly completes it, then crawls to the center awaiting its prey.
|-
| Master (aimed) || N/A || In rapid succession, <Name> puffs out a series of lines that form an unfinished web which seems to entangle <Target> in its strands. A smoky spider quickly completes the web, then crawls atop him/her to feast on its prey.
|}

===Phoenix===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make the image of ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> coughs out some smoke that looks like something round and short on two legs.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> spews out a cloud of smoke, that forms the image of a large, misshapen bird.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> blows out some smoke that turns into the image of a mangled, sorry excuse for a bird.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a long line of smoke that transmutes into a beautiful rising phoenix, only to disperse into "ashes".
|-
| Master || N/A || Rivulets of smoke flow from between <Name>'s lips, coalescing into the image a beautiful, burning phoenix, totally consuming it in the flames. From the ashes a new, smaller bird emerges, which stretches its wings and then flies off.
|}

===Bracelet===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning ||<Name> tries to make the image of bracelet, but fails miserably, he/she only makes a misshapen cloud of smoke.
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> blows a couple of smoke rings that drift aimlessly away.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> exhales a couple of smoke rings toward their hand, but they drift in the wrong direction.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> breathes out three oblong smoke rings and manage to catch one of the rings on their hand.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> holds up an arm and puff out three small smoke rings which encircles their wrist like bracelets before fading away.
|-
| Master || N/A || Blowing out some smoke, <Name> creates three small smoke rings which two settle around their arm like bracelets, the third on one of their fingers. The rings seem to sparkle with precious jewels.
|}

===Guildfest 2021===

====Skeleton====
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> blows a ball of smoke that drifts aimlessly away.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> exhales a line of smoke that turns into a ball with a discernible mouth.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> breathes out a ball of smoke that forms into the image of a grinning skull, its jaw articulating as it drifts away.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a number of balls of smoke, first forming a grinning skull, and then a skeleton beneath it.
|-
| Master || N/A || Puffing until surrounded by a cloud of smoke, <Name> first creates an image of a grinning skull, and then a skeleton beneath it, before finally accenting the image with a top hat and a cane. <Name> gently exhales on the figure, causing the image of the skeleton to ripple forward in a manner resembling a dance.
|}

====Tart====
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> gasps, inhaling as much as exhaling a hazy cloud of smoke barely resembling a lumpy raspberry.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> shakily blows out what looks like a smoky smudge within a rectangle.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> manages to expel smoke roughly in the shape of a grinning face inside a frame.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales carefully to form a dessert tin mounded with fresh berries sitting on a window sill.
|-
| Master || N/A || Steady puffs of smoke from <Name's> lips twist into a luscious tart placed in an open window to cool. From below the sill, a smirking Olvi youngling slowly slides into view before gleefully snatching the pastry and vanishing into a wisp.
|}

====Almanac====
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> coughs a wad of dense smoke into his/her hands.
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> coughs a wad of dense smoke into his/her hands.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> releases a flat puddle of smoke that lingers around his/her hands.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke at their hands, but the bent block of smoke slowly floats away from their reach.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> blows a line of smoke into their hands that forms into an open grey book.
|-
| Master || N/A || <Name> smiles confidently as smoke streams downward from their lips, forming into a smoky almanac with swirling spirals across the cover. The pages gently turn, as if by magic, before your satisfied gaze.
|}

====Dartboard====
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> belchs out a lumpy disc of smoke.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> exhales a wobbly round shape that floats away listlessly.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> exhales a simple round board with dark patches that slowly floats away.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> blows out a gout of smoke that forms into a basic dartboard. he/she mimics throwing a dart with a small ball of smoke.
|-
| Master || N/A || <Name> releases a cloud of smoke that forms into a checked dartboard while gliding several feet away. With a flourish, he puffs an intricate little dart into his hand and throws. The dart soars straight into the bullseye!
|}

{{RefAl}}

Smoke images

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==Restrictions==
Smoke image quality is limited by race. [[Prydaen]], [[S'kra Mur]], and [[Rakash]] in moonskin are unable to do better than Amateur quality images. Anyone who has mastered a smoke image as shown by the SMOKE LIST output can teach that image to others by typing SMOKE TEACH <image> <player> while both are holding lit smoking items. The teacher then demonstrates the image and the student attempts to follow suit until messaging indicates they have learned it.

==Verbs==
* Inhale - to draw smoke into your mouth.
* Tap - to tap ashes off a cigar.
* Clean - to clean out a pipe.
* Smoke - to puff a cigar or pipe.
* Smoke List - to list the smoke images you have learned.
* Exhale - to exhale inhaled smoke.
: (Rings|Balls|Lines) - to exhale rings, balls or a line of smoke.
: (person/object) - to exhale smoke at a player, creature or object.
: <Line> (image) (person) (quality) - create a smoke image from one of your known images.
:: Some images have special verbs when done at people, and you can also perform a lower quality image than what you know.

==Hint==
If you have a flint in a container, metal knife or blade in your right hand, cigar in left hand then you can "light cigar with flint" and it should try lighting the cigar. If you reverse the hand items it wont work.

==Smoke Images==

===Deer===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning ||<Name> tries to make the image of a deer, but fails miserably, he/she only makes a misshapen cloud of smoke.
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner ||<Name> exhales a cloud of smoke that looks like some sort of upright, four-legged animal.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur ||<Name> blows out a rivulet of smoke, which forms into a distorted image of an animal that barely resembles a deer.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate ||<Name> puffs out a stream of smoke, which becomes a fuzzy image of something that reminds you of a deer.
|-
| Streamer || N/A ||<Name> lofts out some swirling smoke, which turns into the image of a surprised deer.
|-
| Master || N/A || Wisps of smoke flow from <Name's> mouth, which transform into a crisp image of a startled deer, whose head seems to rise and twist toward you.
|}

===Dragon===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning ||<Name> tries to make the image of dragon, but fails miserably, he/she only makes a misshapen cloud of smoke.
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner ||<Name> blows out a cloud of smoke that becomes an indistinguishable lumpy mass.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur ||Puffing out some smoke, <Name> forms an image that resembles a badly deformed lizard.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate ||<Name> blows out some smoke, which changes into an image that resembles something not quite unlike a prone form of a dragon.
|-
| Streamer || N/A ||<Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a sleeping dragon.
|-
| Master || N/A ||<Name> lofts several strands of smoke from between their lips that twist together, creating an image of a sleepy dragon. The dragon raises its angular head, rolls over onto its side and then lies down, slowly closing its eyes.
|}

===Rabbit===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning ||<Name> tries to make the image of ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner ||<Name> sputters out some smoke, which becomes an odd-looking cloud with two upright appendages.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur ||<Name> exhales a cloud of smoke that forms a hazy image of a small long-eared rabbit.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate ||<Name> spews out a line of smoke, which grows into an image of a puffy rabbit, with one drooping ear.
|-
| Streamer || N/A ||<Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a rabid rabbit.
|-
| Master || N/A ||A swirl of smoke escapes out of <Name>'s mouth, which turns into an image of a rabbit that spins quickly around and lunges out at some unseen foe.
|}

===Pixie===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning ||<Name> tries to make the image of ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner ||<Name> discharges some smoke from their mouth that looks like some sort of deformed floating goblin.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur ||Strands of smoke ooze out of <Name>'s mouth, which mutates into something that looks like a cross between a butterfly and a hunched-over Dwarf, as impossible as that seems.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate ||<Name> puffs out some smoke that becomes an image of a pixie with a large misshapen wing.
|-
| Streamer || N/A ||<Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a mischievous pixie.
|-
| Master || N/A ||Lofting some smoke from their mouth, <Name> creates an image of a mischievous pixie with wings aflutter, pirouetting and dancing through the air.
|-
| Master (aimed) || N/A ||Lofting some smoke from their mouth, <Name> creates an image of a mischievous pixie with wings aflutter, which pirouettes and dances through the air waving a tiny wand over <Target>'s head.
|}

===Kitten===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> spits out a cloud of smoke resembling some sort of bizarre four-legged animal.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> blows out some smoke forming a cloud in which you can barely make out an image resembling some sort of squashed small cat.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> discharges a cloud of smoke, which turns into a depiction of a stiffly standing kitten.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a snow-white kitten.
|-
| Master || N/A || Smoke curls out from <Name>'s mouth, forming an image of a cute snow-white kitten rolling over a ball of yarn.
|}

===Troll===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> spews some smoke that looks something like a cross of a rock and a tree. Not a pretty sight.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> breathes out a swath of smoke that changes into an image of a hunched-over upright form with impossibly long arms.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> blows out a cloud of smoke, forming a hazy image of a troll with large misshapen hands.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhale a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of an ill-tempered troll.
|-
| Master || N/A || Writhing tendrils of smoke stream from between <Name>'s lips, growing into the frightful form of a rock troll holding a large club. Suddenly, the troll drops the club and begins swinging its large clawed hands menacingly back and forth.
|}

===Horse===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> spews out a cloud of smoke that looks like some sort of four-legged animal with two large heads, one on each end.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> expels some smoke that becomes a distorted image of a horse with the torso and head of a Human where its head should be.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> puffs out a line of smoke which grows into the shape of a horse with a tiny rider.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a horse and rider.
|-
| Master || N/A || Rivulets of smoke glide from <Name>'s mouth twisting together to form a picture of a sleek horse with a caped rider. The rider pulls back on the reins and the horse rears back, thrashing its forelegs in the air.
|}

===Paladin===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> coughs out a cloud of smoke that looks a little like a dented metal barrel.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> blows out some smoke that changes into an image of a person wearing nothing but a cloud.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> discharges a rivulet of smoke which becomes a semblance of a person wrapped in a small towel.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke creating an image of an embarrassed Paladin, garbed in a striped towel.
|-
| Master || N/A || A billow of smoke cascades from <Name>'s mouth, transforming into the likeness of a blushing Paladin, who looks up and then quickly wraps a flowered towel around his waist.
|}

===Whip===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> coughs out some smoke that looks like an elongated cloud with a snaky tail.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> blows out a line of smoke that mutates into the image of a person holding a twisted stick.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> breathes out some smoke that grows into a hazy shape of a woman holding a limp piece of rope.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a pretty gypsy girl brandishing a sluagh-hide whip.
|-
| Master || N/A || Smoke glides from <Name>'s mouth, blooming into a picture of a pretty gypsy woman holding a sluagh-hide whip. She raises her arm and flicks the whip about in a circle over her head.
|}

===Cloak===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> coughs out some smoke that looks like a flapping, deformed cloud.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> hurls a cloud of smoke from their mouth which mutates into a form wrapped up in a large piece of cloth.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> blows out some smoke that changes into the image of a man wearing a cloak.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a tall man, hidden beneath a hooded cloak.
|-
| Master || N/A || A cloud of smoke escapes from <Name>'s mouth and draws out into an image of a tall man wearing a hooded cloak. He furtively glances around, then pulls the cloak around himself, concealing his features.
|}

===Stump===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> spits out an undistinguishable lump of smoke.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> exhales a line of smoke that turns into an image of a broken rock.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> expels cloud of smoke which changes into the squashed image of a tree stump.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a hollow tree stump.
|-
| Master || N/A || Strands of smoke glide from between <Name>'s mouth, composing an image of a jagged, hollow tree stump, with some flies buzzing around it. From the shadows in between a crack in the wood, a pair of beady eyes peer out.
|}

===Fleas===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make the image of ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> spurts out some smoke which looks like some sort of an upright form.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> breathes out a cloud of smoke that becomes the image of a short figure covered with spots.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> puffs out some smoke that changes into an image of a fuzzy Dwarf with bumpy skin.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a slack-jawed Dwarf covered in fleas.
|-
| Master || N/A || A cloud of smoke billows off <Name>'s tongue, creating a picture of a slack-jawed Dwarf with fleas crawling all over him. The Dwarf picks a flea out of his beard, gazes at it intently, then quickly pops it into his mouth.
|}

===Daisies===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make the image of ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> spews out some smoke that reminds you of a tall fuzzy mound.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> exhales a cloud of smoke, which changes into the outline of a child-like figure.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> discharges a line of smoke that gathers to form the image of an armor-clad Halfling.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a befuddled Halfling, garbed in a fleshless skull helm, adorned with daisies.
|-
| Master || N/A || Ripples of smoke glide from between <Name>'s lips, forming a magnificent depiction of a Halfling decked out in plate mail, wearing a fleshless skull helm covered with daisies. The Halfling picks a daisy off its head and starts pulling petals off one by one.
|}

===Unicorn===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make the image of ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> coughs out some smoke that looks like some sort of lumpy four-legged animal.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> expels a cloud of smoke that forms an image of a deformed horse with stumpy legs and an oversized head.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> puffs out a streak of smoke which gradually assumes the shape of an unicorn with a stubby horn.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a proud unicorn.
|-
| Master || N/A || Wisps of smoke glide from <Name>'s mouth, intertwining to form a pristine figure of an unicorn, which bows its head, then snorts and stamps its forelegs.
|}

===Rams===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make the image of ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> spews out a cloud of smoke resembling some sort of four-legged animal.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> exhales some smoke, forming an image that reminds you of a contorted sheep.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> blows out several lines of smoke, crafting a picture of a couple of rams standing together.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a herd of meadow rams parading down a long rug.
|-
| Master || N/A || A wave of smoke billows from <Name>'s mouth, spreading out into a depiction of a herd of meadow rams standing on a long rug. The rams start charging down the rug, but end up in a tangled heap as they trip over one another.
|}

===Bandit===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make the image of ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> spurts out some smoke resembling a lumpy mound.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> exhales some smoke that changes into the image of a dark crouching form.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> blows out a cloud of smoke which becomes an image of a hunched-over man.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a pale man hunched over the form of an unconscious Halfling.
|-
| Master || N/A || A cloud of smoke curls out from <Name>'s mouth, creating a depiction of a pale Human hunched over the unconscious form of a Halfling. The man casually glances around then reaches down to search the Halfling.
|}

===Ship===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make the image of ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> exhales a smoke cloud that looks like a poorly-made table.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> expels a line of smoke that mutates into an image of a mangled wreck of a boat.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> blows out some smoke which looks exactly like a small boat with a deformed triangular sail.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a proud brigantine ship on the high seas.
|-
| Master || N/A || Smoke rolls from between <Name>'s lips, building a depiction of a proud brigantine ship. One by one, the sails drop open from the yardarms, billow with wind and the ship sails off over the waves.
|}

===Grave===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make the image of ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> coughs out a lump of smoke.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> blows out some smoke, forming the image an upright rounded stone.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> exhales a cloud of smoke that changes into an image of a rounded gravestone.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> blows out a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a lonely gravestone.
|-
| Master || N/A || A puff of smoke rolls out of <Name>'s mouth, creating a picture of a forgotten gravestone with intertwined vines covering it.
|}

===Fish===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> exhales a misshapen cloud of smoke
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> breathes out some smoke that looks like a disfigured finned animal.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> exhales some smoke that changes into an image of a belly-up, dead fish.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> puffs out a cloud of smoke which becomes an image of a swimming fish.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> blows a stream of smoke, which transforms into the image of a large fish leaping out of the water.
|-
| Master || N/A || <Name> casts out a line of smoke that spreads out to form the image of a large pond. Suddenly a large-mouthed fish leaps through the surface of the "water" to catch a wispy fly and splashes back into the pond.
|}

==Special Smoke Images==

===Web===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make the image of web, but fails miserably, he/she only makes a misshapen cloud of smoke.
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> exhales a tangled mess of lines.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> blows out a bunch of lines that cross each other in odd angles.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> breathes out some lines that come together to form the image of a misshapen web.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales several thin, wispy streams of smoke which merge with each other to form a delicate spider web.
|-
| Master || N/A || In rapid succession, out a series of lines that form an unfinished web. A smoky spider on the edge of the web quickly completes it, then crawls to the center awaiting its prey.
|-
| Master (aimed) || N/A || In rapid succession, <Name> puffs out a series of lines that form an unfinished web which seems to entangle <Target> in its strands. A smoky spider quickly completes the web, then crawls atop him/her to feast on its prey.
|}

===Phoenix===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> tries to make the image of ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> coughs out some smoke that looks like something round and short on two legs.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> spews out a cloud of smoke, that forms the image of a large, misshapen bird.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> blows out some smoke that turns into the image of a mangled, sorry excuse for a bird.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a long line of smoke that transmutes into a beautiful rising phoenix, only to disperse into "ashes".
|-
| Master || N/A || Rivulets of smoke flow from between <Name>'s lips, coalescing into the image a beautiful, burning phoenix, totally consuming it in the flames. From the ashes a new, smaller bird emerges, which stretches its wings and then flies off.
|}

===Bracelet===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning ||<Name> tries to make the image of bracelet, but fails miserably, he/she only makes a misshapen cloud of smoke.
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> blows a couple of smoke rings that drift aimlessly away.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> exhales a couple of smoke rings toward their hand, but they drift in the wrong direction.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> breathes out three oblong smoke rings and manage to catch one of the rings on their hand.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> holds up an arm and puff out three small smoke rings which encircles their wrist like bracelets before fading away.
|-
| Master || N/A || Blowing out some smoke, <Name> creates three small smoke rings which two settle around their arm like bracelets, the third on one of their fingers. The rings seem to sparkle with precious jewels.
|}

===Guildfest 2021===

====Skeleton====
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> blows a ball of smoke that drifts aimlessly away.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> exhales a line of smoke that turns into a ball with a discernible mouth.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> breathes out a ball of smoke that forms into the image of a grinning skull, its jaw articulating as it drifts away.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales a number of balls of smoke, first forming a grinning skull, and then a skeleton beneath it.
|-
| Master || N/A || Puffing until surrounded by a cloud of smoke, <Name> first creates an image of a grinning skull, and then a skeleton beneath it, before finally accenting the image with a top hat and a cane. <Name> gently exhales on the figure, causing the image of the skeleton to ripple forward in a manner resembling a dance.
|}

====Tart====
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> gasps, inhaling as much as exhaling a hazy cloud of smoke barely resembling a lumpy raspberry.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> shakily blows out what looks like a smoky smudge within a rectangle.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> manages to expel smoke roughly in the shape of a grinning face inside a frame.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> exhales carefully to form a dessert tin mounded with fresh berries sitting on a window sill.
|-
| Master || N/A || Steady puffs of smoke from <Name's> lips twist into a luscious tart placed in an open window to cool. From below the sill, a smirking Olvi youngling slowly slides into view before gleefully snatching the pastry and vanishing into a wisp.
|}

====Almanac====
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || <Name> coughs a wad of dense smoke into his/her hands.
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> coughs a wad of dense smoke into his/her hands.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> releases a flat puddle of smoke that lingers around his/her hands.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> exhales a stream of smoke at their hands, but the bent block of smoke slowly floats away from their reach.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> blows a line of smoke into their hands that forms into an open grey book.
|-
| Master || N/A || <Name> smiles confidently as smoke streams downward from their lips, forming into a smoky almanac with swirling spirals across the cover. The pages gently turn, as if by magic, before your satisfied gaze.
|}

====Dartboard====
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! width="10%" | Olvi
! width="10%" | Other
! width="80%" | Message
|-
| N/A || Learning || ??
|-
| Wheezer || Beginner || <Name> belchs out a lumpy disc of smoke.
|-
| Sneezer || Amateur || <Name> exhales a wobbly round shape that floats away listlessly.
|-
| Whiffler || Adequate || <Name> exhales a simple round board with dark patches that slowly floats away.
|-
| Streamer || N/A || <Name> blows out a gout of smoke that forms into a basic dartboard. he/she mimics throwing a dart with a small ball of smoke.
|-
| Master || N/A || <Name> releases a cloud of smoke that forms into a checked dartboard while gliding several feet away. With a flourish, he puffs an intricate little dart into his hand and throws. The dart soars straight into the bullseye!
|}

{{RefAl}}

Item:Brown paper-wrapped package

2023-02-07T13:54:44Z

RUSSELLC1:

{{Item
|rev=1
|noun=package
|look=-
|MTag=paper
|CTag=brown
|type=container
|wearloc=-
|weight=5
|appcost=250
|lsize=3
|wsize=3
|hsize=2
|ilsize=-
|csize=-
|sourcetype=-
|fname=No
}}
* Will drop 1 random item when {{com|open}}ed.

==Items==
{{columns-list|2|
* {{sloot|i|cross-eyed rose velvet owl}}
* {{sloot|i|glittering quartz nose stud}}
* {{sloot|i|gnarled wooden ring}}
* {{sloot|i|mauve and plum plaid kilt}}
* {{sloot|i|plush rose velvet snowbeast}}
* {{sloot|i|purple and copper plaid kilt}}
* {{sloot|i|rumpled black velvet kitten}}
* {{sloot|i|serpentine bronze tailband}}
* {{sloot|i|silver and burgundy plaid kilt}}
* {{sloot|i|soft red velvet toad}}
* {{sloot|i|spiraling crystal brooch}}
* {{sloot|i|tiny tan crystal-beaded cap}}
* {{sloot|i|trailing claret-veiled hat}}
* {{sloot|i|fur-trimmed red velvet cloak}}
* {{sloot|i|elegant tan velvet cloche}}
* {{sloot|i|crocheted plum wool shawl}}
}}

Truffenyi's Rally

2022-12-18T17:03:33Z

RUSSELLC1:

{{Spell
|abbrev=tr
|minprep=5
|castcap=25
|minskill=250
|maxskill=1000
|validtarget=Group, Area
|guild=Paladin
|magic=Holy Magic
|spellbook=Inspiration
|prereqs=Circle 50, [[Anti-Stun]] and [[Marshal Order]]
|slot=2
|pulse=12
|desc=In times of despair when spirits waver, Truffenyi's Rally lets you be the keen voice of valor among allies, spurring them onward and straightening their slumped backs. Be aware that this spell can wear down your own spirit each time it remedies a harmful influence on you or another.
|buffs=No buffs
|debuffs=No debuffs
|dtype=No damage
|htype=Balance heal
|effect=dispels negative effects and some positive effects
|messaging=You gesture. 
You speak a few words of righteousness in Truffenyi's name.
 

'''When it dispels an effect the caster sees:''' 
You feel your spirit surge outward.
 

'''When dispelling for an ally in your group:''' 
caster: 
It encompasses [target] and burns away at any harmful influences. 
 
target: 
A sudden warmth embraces you as you feel restored by [Caster]'s presence. 
 
'''When TR self-dispels (for the caster):''' 
A gentle warmth washes over you as your expanding aura sloughs off a harmful influence.
|sig=Yes
|diff=advanced
|source=standard
|type=augmentation, utility, area of effect, pulse to group
|ctype=cyclic
}}
==Notes==
*The dispel function with accompanying spirit drain will cease beyond a certain point of soul health, and increased soul purity will reduce the amount used.
*Truffenyi's Rally will attempt a dispel on each player in the group (1 spell per group member, provided there is enough potency).
*Certain beneficial spells will also be dispelled such as: Blufmor Garaen, Dragon's Breath, Calculated Rage, etc.
*Provided the spell has enough potency, TR tries to dispel one offensive spell per member of the group; it might not be the same spell for every group member (if they're affected by different debuffs, for example).
*Potency is affected by the amount of mana you put into the spell and your spell stance.
*Seen by a 50th circle Necromancer grouped with a Paladin using Truffenyi's Rally (no Necro spells in use):
:: "Unspoken words of gibberish resembling [Paladin]'s voice grate in your ears, causing you to falter!"
{{RefAl}}

Truffenyi's Rally

2022-12-18T17:02:08Z

RUSSELLC1:

{{Spell
|abbrev=tr
|minprep=5
|castcap=25
|minskill=250
|maxskill=1000
|validtarget=Group, Area
|guild=Paladin
|magic=Holy Magic
|spellbook=Inspiration
|prereqs=Circle 50, [[Anti-Stun]] and [[Marshal Order]]
|slot=2
|pulse=12
|desc=In times of despair when spirits waver, Truffenyi's Rally lets you be the keen voice of valor among allies, spurring them onward and straightening their slumped backs. Be aware that this spell can wear down your own spirit each time it remedies a harmful influence on you or another.
|buffs=No buffs
|debuffs=No debuffs
|dtype=No damage
|htype=Balance heal
|effect=dispels negative effects
|messaging=You gesture. 
You speak a few words of righteousness in Truffenyi's name.
 

'''When it dispels an effect the caster sees:''' 
You feel your spirit surge outward.
 

'''When dispelling for an ally in your group:''' 
caster: 
It encompasses [target] and burns away at any harmful influences. 
 
target: 
A sudden warmth embraces you as you feel restored by [Caster]'s presence. 
 
'''When TR self-dispels (for the caster):''' 
A gentle warmth washes over you as your expanding aura sloughs off a harmful influence.
|sig=Yes
|diff=advanced
|source=standard
|type=augmentation, utility, area of effect, pulse to group
|ctype=cyclic
}}
==Notes==
*The dispel function with accompanying spirit drain will cease beyond a certain point of soul health, and increased soul purity will reduce the amount used.
*Truffenyi's Rally will attempt a dispel on each player in the group (1 spell per group member, provided there is enough potency).
*Certain beneficial spells will also be dispelled such as: Blufmor Garaen, Dragon's Breath, Calculated Rage, etc.
*Provided the spell has enough potency, TR tries to dispel one offensive spell per member of the group; it might not be the same spell for every group member (if they're affected by different debuffs, for example).
*Potency is affected by the amount of mana you put into the spell and your spell stance.
*Seen by a 50th circle Necromancer grouped with a Paladin using Truffenyi's Rally (no Necro spells in use):
:: "Unspoken words of gibberish resembling [Paladin]'s voice grate in your ears, causing you to falter!"
{{RefAl}}

Item:Rounded loimic pauldron with diamond-hide straps laced through stout buckles

2022-11-20T01:46:53Z

RUSSELLC1:

{{Item
|noun=pauldron
|look=The gently curving plate of dark metal tinged with an indigo opalescence is polished to a lustrous shine and lined with armure padding for comfort. Dark grey steelsilk straps are designed to buckle across the torso and anchor the decorative shoulder cap in place when worn.
|MTag=loimic, diamond hide
|CTag=indigo
|ptype=jewelry
|verby=Yes
|atmos=No
|wearloc=generic
|type=-
|hidetype=-
|rtype=-
|gtype=-
|metal=yes
|weight=5
|appcost=8,125,000
|lsize=1
|wsize=1
|hsize=1
|enchanted=No
|rarity=festival
|sourcetype=-
|fname=No
}}
{{verbs}}loimic
{{verb|wear|You place your loimic pauldron on your shoulder and tighten the straps until it feels secure.|-|<Person> places a loimic pauldron on her shoulder and tightens its straps until it feels secure.}}
{{verb|rub|You absent-mindedly trace the chest strap of your loimic pauldron, occasionally drumming a soft beat with your fingers as you get lost in thought.|-|<Person> absent-mindedly traces the chest strap of her loimic pauldron, occasionally drumming a soft beat with her fingers as she aimlessly stares into the distance.}}
{{verb|lace|You tug on the straps of your loimic pauldron, adjusting the fit to feel more comfortable.|-|<Person> tug on the straps of her loimic pauldron, adjusting the fit to feel more comfortable.}}
{{verb|push|You adjust your stance and lower your shoulder, preparing to charge forward and ram something with your loimic pauldron.|-|<Person> adjusts her stance and lowers her shoulder, as if she were preparing to charge forward and ram something with her loimic pauldron.}}
{{verb|tap|You loudly thump your loimic pauldron to draw attention to yourself, then throw back your head and let out a loud roar.|-|<Person> loudly thumps her loimic pauldron to draw attention to herself, then throws back her head and lets out a loud roar.}}
{{verb|remove|You loosen the straps of your loimic pauldron, removing it slowly.|-|<Person> loosens the straps securing her loimic pauldron and removes it slowly.}}
|}

Item:Small bluish-white lipka cotton rations bag

2022-11-08T22:30:33Z

RUSSELLC1:

{{Item
|noun=bag
|look=Whisper-thin filaments of mistglass applied into the weave give the fabric a glittering, metallic sheen. A slender cord of braided, liquid-like silveress allows the container to be discretely attached to the wearer's wrist.
|MTag=mistglass, lipka cotton, cotton, silveress
|CTag=blue, white
|ptype=container
|verby=No
|atmos=No
|wearloc=wrist
|rtype=-
|gtype=-
|metal=no
|weight=10
|appcost=312,500
|lsize=1
|wsize=1
|hsize=1
|ilsize=2
|iwsize=2
|ihsize=2
|csize=150
|enchanted=No
|sourcetype=-
|fname=No
}}
Contained:
*{{sloot|i|chocolate coyote cracker}}
*{{sloot|i|frosted donkey cracker}}
*{{sloot|i|crispy dove cracker}}
*{{sloot|i|brown sugar owl cracker}}
*{{sloot|i|cinnamon shark cracker}}
*{{sloot|i|frosted coyote cracker}}

Cruise (script)

2021-09-22T07:51:47Z

RUSSELLC1:

{{Script
|cat=quest
|fe=StormFront
|auth=Echen, Hwesta, Anuril
}}

This script solves the [[Taisidon Mystery 439]] Cruise.

<pre>
# Start this script while standing next to the cruise coordinator with a pass or passes in your possession.
# Will STOW your pass(es) and coupon after the mystery is solved.

setvariable suspect NotFound
setvariable weapon NotFound
setvariable murderRoom NotFound

setvariable passName pass

put get %passName
put redeem %passName
put redeem %passName
put ask coordinator about access

Morgue:
match Corkscrew oddly curved puncture
match Comb odd perforations of the skin
match Baton soft tissue damage and internal bleeding
match Zills clean edges
match Cleaver chop marks that reveal flesh and bone
match Knife outlined by ragged edges
match Bottle severe lacerations
match Paintbrush deep and lethal puncture
match Logbook gashes and severe blunt trauma
put study corpse
matchwait

Foredeck:
pause 1
setvariable currentRoom foredeck
setvariable nextRoom promenade
put up
goto investigate

Promenade:
setvariable nextRoom Buffet
put aft
goto investigate

Buffet:
setvariable nextRoom quarterdeck
put port
goto investigate

Quarterdeck:
setvariable nextRoom Lounge
put starboard
put up
goto investigate

Lounge:
setvariable nextRoom bar
put down
put starboard
goto investigate

Bar:
setvariable nextRoom end
put aft
goto investigate

Investigate:
match FoundRoom damp stickiness
match IdentifyPerson fails to turn up
put search
matchwait

FoundRoom:
setvariable murderRoom %currentRoom
setvariable 1 Found

IdentifyPerson:
echo Identify Person
match Director director.
match Artist artist.
match Beautician beautician.
match Entertainer entertainer.
match Steward steward.
match Bartender bartender.
match Chef chef.
match Boatswain boatswain.
match Deckhand deckhand.
put look
matchwait

Interrogate:
echo Interrogate
match Guilty shifty
match Guilty blinking
match Guilty awkwardly
match Guilty tugging
match Guilty nervous tic
match Guilty fingers tapping
match Guilty pacing back and forth
match Guilty trembling hands
match Guilty flushed face
match NotGuilty says
pause
put ask %person about alibi
matchwait

Guilty:
setvariable suspect %person
setvariable 2 Found
NotGuilty:
setvariable currentRoom %nextRoom
pause 1
goto %currentRoom

#Weapons
Corkscrew:
setvariable weapon corkscrew
goto Foredeck

Comb:
setvariable weapon comb
goto Foredeck

Baton:
setvariable weapon baton
goto Foredeck

Zills:
setvariable weapon zills
goto Foredeck

Cleaver:
setvariable weapon cleaver
goto Foredeck

Knife:
setvariable weapon knife
goto Foredeck

Bottle:
setvariable weapon bottle
goto Foredeck

Paintbrush:
setvariable weapon paintbrush
goto Foredeck

Logbook:
setvariable weapon logbook
goto Foredeck

#People
Artist:
setvariable person artist
goto interrogate

Bartender:
setvariable person bartender
goto interrogate

Beautician:
setvariable person beautician
goto interrogate

Boatswain:
setvariable person boatswain
goto interrogate

Chef:
setvariable person chef
goto interrogate

Director:
setvariable person director
goto interrogate

Entertainer:
setvariable person entertainer
goto interrogate

Steward:
setvariable person steward
goto interrogate

Deckhand:
setvariable person deckhand
goto interrogate

End:
put accuse %suspect with %weapon in %murderRoom
put stow coupon
put stow %passName
</pre>

Cruise (script)

2021-09-22T07:49:00Z

RUSSELLC1:

{{Script
|cat=quest
|fe=StormFront
|auth=Echen, Hwesta, Anuril
}}

This script solves the Taisidon Mystery (439) Cruise.

<pre>
# Start this script while standing next to the cruise coordinator with a pass or passes in your possession.
# Will STOW your pass(es) and coupon after the mystery is solved.

setvariable suspect NotFound
setvariable weapon NotFound
setvariable murderRoom NotFound

setvariable passName pass

put get %passName
put redeem %passName
put redeem %passName
put ask coordinator about access

Morgue:
match Corkscrew oddly curved puncture
match Comb odd perforations of the skin
match Baton soft tissue damage and internal bleeding
match Zills clean edges
match Cleaver chop marks that reveal flesh and bone
match Knife outlined by ragged edges
match Bottle severe lacerations
match Paintbrush deep and lethal puncture
match Logbook gashes and severe blunt trauma
put study corpse
matchwait

Foredeck:
pause 1
setvariable currentRoom foredeck
setvariable nextRoom promenade
put up
goto investigate

Promenade:
setvariable nextRoom Buffet
put aft
goto investigate

Buffet:
setvariable nextRoom quarterdeck
put port
goto investigate

Quarterdeck:
setvariable nextRoom Lounge
put starboard
put up
goto investigate

Lounge:
setvariable nextRoom bar
put down
put starboard
goto investigate

Bar:
setvariable nextRoom end
put aft
goto investigate

Investigate:
match FoundRoom damp stickiness
match IdentifyPerson fails to turn up
put search
matchwait

FoundRoom:
setvariable murderRoom %currentRoom
setvariable 1 Found

IdentifyPerson:
echo Identify Person
match Director director.
match Artist artist.
match Beautician beautician.
match Entertainer entertainer.
match Steward steward.
match Bartender bartender.
match Chef chef.
match Boatswain boatswain.
match Deckhand deckhand.
put look
matchwait

Interrogate:
echo Interrogate
match Guilty shifty
match Guilty blinking
match Guilty awkwardly
match Guilty tugging
match Guilty nervous tic
match Guilty fingers tapping
match Guilty pacing back and forth
match Guilty trembling hands
match Guilty flushed face
match NotGuilty says
pause
put ask %person about alibi
matchwait

Guilty:
setvariable suspect %person
setvariable 2 Found
NotGuilty:
setvariable currentRoom %nextRoom
pause 1
goto %currentRoom

#Weapons
Corkscrew:
setvariable weapon corkscrew
goto Foredeck

Comb:
setvariable weapon comb
goto Foredeck

Baton:
setvariable weapon baton
goto Foredeck

Zills:
setvariable weapon zills
goto Foredeck

Cleaver:
setvariable weapon cleaver
goto Foredeck

Knife:
setvariable weapon knife
goto Foredeck

Bottle:
setvariable weapon bottle
goto Foredeck

Paintbrush:
setvariable weapon paintbrush
goto Foredeck

Logbook:
setvariable weapon logbook
goto Foredeck

#People
Artist:
setvariable person artist
goto interrogate

Bartender:
setvariable person bartender
goto interrogate

Beautician:
setvariable person beautician
goto interrogate

Boatswain:
setvariable person boatswain
goto interrogate

Chef:
setvariable person chef
goto interrogate

Director:
setvariable person director
goto interrogate

Entertainer:
setvariable person entertainer
goto interrogate

Steward:
setvariable person steward
goto interrogate

Deckhand:
setvariable person deckhand
goto interrogate

End:
put accuse %suspect with %weapon in %murderRoom
put stow coupon
put stow %passName
</pre>

Cruise (script)

2021-09-22T00:22:57Z

RUSSELLC1: A script for solving the Taisidon Mystery Morada cruise murder

{{Script
|cat=quest
|fe=StormFront
|auth=Echen, Hwesta, Anuril
}}
<pre>
# Start this script while standing next to the cruise coordinator with a pass or passes in your possession.
# Will STOW your pass(es) and coupon after the mystery is solved.

setvariable suspect NotFound
setvariable weapon NotFound
setvariable murderRoom NotFound

setvariable passName pass

put get %passName
put redeem %passName
put redeem %passName
put ask coordinator about access

Morgue:
match Corkscrew oddly curved puncture
match Comb odd perforations of the skin
match Baton soft tissue damage and internal bleeding
match Zills clean edges
match Cleaver chop marks that reveal flesh and bone
match Knife outlined by ragged edges
match Bottle severe lacerations
match Paintbrush deep and lethal puncture
match Logbook gashes and severe blunt trauma
put study corpse
matchwait

Foredeck:
pause 1
setvariable currentRoom foredeck
setvariable nextRoom promenade
put up
goto investigate

Promenade:
setvariable nextRoom Buffet
put aft
goto investigate

Buffet:
setvariable nextRoom quarterdeck
put port
goto investigate

Quarterdeck:
setvariable nextRoom Lounge
put starboard
put up
goto investigate

Lounge:
setvariable nextRoom bar
put down
put starboard
goto investigate

Bar:
setvariable nextRoom end
put aft
goto investigate

Investigate:
match FoundRoom damp stickiness
match IdentifyPerson fails to turn up
put search
matchwait

FoundRoom:
setvariable murderRoom %currentRoom
setvariable 1 Found

IdentifyPerson:
echo Identify Person
match Director director.
match Artist artist.
match Beautician beautician.
match Entertainer entertainer.
match Steward steward.
match Bartender bartender.
match Chef chef.
match Boatswain boatswain.
match Deckhand deckhand.
put look
matchwait

Interrogate:
echo Interrogate
match Guilty shifty
match Guilty blinking
match Guilty awkwardly
match Guilty tugging
match Guilty nervous tic
match Guilty fingers tapping
match Guilty pacing back and forth
match Guilty trembling hands
match Guilty flushed face
match NotGuilty says
pause
put ask %person about alibi
matchwait

Guilty:
setvariable suspect %person
setvariable 2 Found
NotGuilty:
setvariable currentRoom %nextRoom
pause 1
goto %currentRoom

#Weapons
Corkscrew:
setvariable weapon corkscrew
goto Foredeck

Comb:
setvariable weapon comb
goto Foredeck

Baton:
setvariable weapon baton
goto Foredeck

Zills:
setvariable weapon zills
goto Foredeck

Cleaver:
setvariable weapon cleaver
goto Foredeck

Knife:
setvariable weapon knife
goto Foredeck

Bottle:
setvariable weapon bottle
goto Foredeck

Paintbrush:
setvariable weapon paintbrush
goto Foredeck

Logbook:
setvariable weapon logbook
goto Foredeck

#People
Artist:
setvariable person artist
goto interrogate

Bartender:
setvariable person bartender
goto interrogate

Beautician:
setvariable person beautician
goto interrogate

Boatswain:
setvariable person boatswain
goto interrogate

Chef:
setvariable person chef
goto interrogate

Director:
setvariable person director
goto interrogate

Entertainer:
setvariable person entertainer
goto interrogate

Steward:
setvariable person steward
goto interrogate

Deckhand:
setvariable person deckhand
goto interrogate

End:
put accuse %suspect with %weapon in %murderRoom
put stow coupon
put stow %passName
</pre>

Pathway of Precision quest walkthrough

2021-08-28T05:21:46Z

RUSSELLC1:

Ask leader about quest. 
I'd suggest doing this in Riverhaven since it's the closest city to Throne City. 
The guild leader will tell you that you need to go to the tower you went to for Accuracy. 
Travel to the ruined tower in Throne City, from the stone docks go: South, Southeast, Southeast, Climb Slope, Go gate, south, southwest, southwest, southwest, go alley, south, west, west, west, climb stair, southwest 
{{com|Show}} Letter to Guard that the guild leader gave you to the tower guard then climb tower, Climb step, Climb Stair, NW NW go arch, North. 
Ethereal Shield is recommended. The hound uses a spell similar to Tingle which will cause a bit of damage and a moderate stun. ES took the full impact of it and left no stun or vit loss. 
You have to kill the Aetheral Hound here, use Pathway Accuracy or Pathway Secrecy and use Targeted magic to kill it. 
Make sure you pick up the shimmering aethereal hide. 
Take the hide back to the guild leader that gave you the quest. 

Exiting Tower: On this quest (perhaps others) you can exit the tower by returning to the room you first arrive in after climbing the tower. Look for "Above the base of the dilapidated staircase is a squat window" go window to exit.

NOTE: Do NOT have EE up as it will make the hound flee and you must wait a few minutes for it to reappear.

Additional note: It appears magnetic ballista works well, possibly because it is not directly targeted. Dragon's Breath appears to have a bugged interaction, and Blufmor Garaen causes the hound to disperse into mist similar to Electrostatic Eddy as shown below.

>
The aethereal hound fades away briefly before reappearing in a different location, causing the Electrostatic Eddy spell to miss.
The aethereal hound dissolves into a fine, ethereal mist which floats quickly out of the room.