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The Immortals Act

Event Date: 09/29/2024

Event Instance: Prime

Date

It has been 450 years, 209 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Golden Panther.
It is currently summer and it is night.
You think it's approaching the Anlas of Starwatch.

Visions Received

Note: These visions were received by the respective five individuals and are shared with their permission for documentation purposes. They were not visible to everyone.

Shaylynne: Everild
The ground around you seems to tremble with a silent authority.

Time slows, and the air takes on a golden light. Everything goes silent.

Before you stands a towering figure, wrapped in the scent of blood and iron, with eyes burning with battle-fueled rage. At his side, a massive reddish-gold boar snarls, its face twisted in a scream of unrelenting fury. Razor-sharp tusks gleam in the dim light, bared ferociously at some unseen foe. Yet, for all its ferocity, the boar's presence carries an unexpected comfort, a promise of unyielding strength in the face of any storm.

As you reach out to touch the boar, a flurry of disparate images fight in the back of your mind for expression. Through the quick succession of flashes you see the Knife Clan encasement, a patch of withering blue irises beset, and a glimmer of golden light waning at the top of the spire.

The towering figure says, "The time has come to blaze a new trail. Mixed magic is the key. Stand before the last encasement and cast all that you can, for we will forge a salvo that is anathema to them, and free Knife Clan. Tell them. And hurry."

The figure slams his spear into the ground, and a golden-silver haze suffuses the area, fading with starlight crackles. The boar lets out a final, ear-splitting snort, echoing with battle cries, as He and boar vanish. The scent of iron and blood fades, replaced by the deafening silence of an empty battlefield.

Aaiyaah: Truffenyi
The air around you hums with a silent authority.

Time slows, and the air takes on a golden light.

Everything goes silent.

A stalwart figure emerges, clothed in simple and rustic garments, his gaze paternal and stern. By his side, an enormous ox with rigid eyes lumbers forward, its coat cast with tawny hues. There's a message in its gaze, a command yet unspoken, a truth it carries from the lessons of hard-won battles.

As you reach out to touch the ox, a flurry of disparate images fight in the back of your mind for expression. Through the quick succession of flashes you see Knife Clan encasement, great siege weapons, drakes plummeting from the sky, and a glimmer of golden light waning at the top of the spire.

The man says, "We call on you now to serve. Mixed magic is the key. Stand before the last encasement and cast all that you can, for we will forge a salvo that is anathema to them, and free Knife Clan. Guide Our children. Tell them what must be done. Hurry."

The man smiles and a warm glow intensifies for a moment, then dims, leaving you with a renewed sense of strength and stamina. The smell of tobacco lingers in the air. He and the ox vanish.

Eyst: All Immortals
The air around you hums with a silent authority.

Time stops, and there is nothing but agony.

The air around you feels suddenly burdensome as though many eyes gaze upon you in authoritative judgment. A snarl echoes across your mind, and you are battered by the significance of Their rage, their disappointment, their... yearning for your return. A cadre of voices hiss in your ear, full of malice and contempt, understanding and empathy, strength and honesty. Making out any specific words or phrases is impossible, yet a message still lives in the madness. A command yet unspoken, a truth carried from the complex order of divine law. You feel guilty.

Your ritual knife rings, as if struck by an unseen force. A flurry of disparate images fight in the back of your mind for expression. Through the quick succession of flashes you see the last encasement.

As the voices subside, you are overcome by a sense of deficiency. Still, strangely, you feel full of purpose and urgency.

Tirost: Meraud
A figure cloaked in the deepest black steps forward, his tall staff crackling with barely contained power. Beneath a deep hood, no face can be seen, only the glint of hidden eyes. A low growl rumbles through the stillness as a massive black wolf pads to his side, its eyes fixed on you. Its tail wags slowly, not out of joy, but as if beckoning you closer. There's a message in its gaze, a command yet unspoken, a truth it carries from the darkened depths.

As you reach out to touch the wolf, a flurry of disparate images fight in the back of your mind for expression. Through the quick succession of flashes you see Knife Clan encasement, a patch of dry, brittle vine set aflame, and glimmer of golden light waning at the top of the spire.

The man says, "Mixed magic is the key. Stand before the last encasement and cast all that you can, for we will forge a salvo that is anathema to them, and free Knife Clan. Tell them. And hurry. Lymira needs you."

The man slams his staff into the ground, and a golden-silver haze suffuses the area, fading with starlight crackles. He and the wolf vanish and you are left with a distinct feeling of purpose, filled with a knowledge you barely recall consuming.

Maintain: Firulf
The air around you hums with a silent authority.

Time slows, and the air takes on a golden light. Everything goes silent.

A cloaked figure steps forward, his black marbled staff crackling with a silvery energy. Beneath a deep hood, you're unable to make out his face, only the glint of hidden eyes. Upon his shoulder perches an owl, its watchful eyes fixed on you. There's a message in its gaze, a command yet unspoken, a truth it carries from eons of foreknowledge.

Entranced by the owl's gaze, a flurry of disparate images fight in the back of your mind for expression. Through the quick succession of flashes you see Knife Clan encasement, an unbalanced equation, drakes plummeting from the sky, and a glimmer of golden light waning at the top of the spire.

The figure says, "Humble one. Mixed magic is the key. Stand before the last encasement and cast all that you can, for we will forge a salvo that is anathema to them, and free Knife Clan. Tell them. And hurry."

The figure holds out his staff towards you. Instinctively, you reach out to grasp it, only to be bewildered by a battery of lightning. A golden-silver haze suffuses the area and you are left with a distinct feeling of wisdom and of knowledge you barely recall consuming. He and the owl vanish.

How it Began - The Immortals Call

[The Healerie, Combat Wing]
The corridor widens here, the ceiling arching upwards in a dramatic vaulted style from which lanterns hang to provide lighting. A practice mat, complete with a display that holds an impressive-sized shield, provides space for training defensive maneuvers and healing while in the thick of combat. Set behind a painted paper screen depicting battle, a circle of soft chairs surrounds a table topped with a decanter and a vase of pink dahlias. You also see a copper lockpick ring, a metallic lockpick ring, a stone seat and some junk.

Tirost hesitantly asks Kethrai, "...Have you seen Nawain lately?"

Crobin gets a telothian serrated parazonium from inside his multi-strapped carryall.

Rileos says to Kethrai, "I ain't so sure, if he's hard like stone he'll surely impact better."

Elurora slowly says, "I think I will go remind myself how many paces from the clan that gate is."

Illiya takes a tiny bite of a dreamy coconut creme cupcake covered in chunky strawberry puree and crystalline sugar and chews daintily on it.

Kethrai says to Tirost, "Not in an andu or two..."

Elurora bows.

Lady Knight Elurora goes west.

Kethrai angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Tirost.

Tirost nods.

Misteeus fiddles with the ends of his mustache.

Misteeus slowly braids his beard.

Tirost says to Kethrai, "I was just concerned about her... condition."

Kethrai asks Tirost, "Why do you ask?"

Illiya takes a tiny bite of a dreamy coconut creme cupcake covered in chunky strawberry puree and crystalline sugar and chews daintily on it.

Tirost says, "The marking on her neck since she came back."

Kethrai says, "Ah. Well... I don't know that there's anything to be that worried over. At least... She's seemed fine, medically."

Tirost nods to Kethrai.

Shaylynne gets a miniature silverwood panda cub wearing a smoky blue jaalmin loincloth from underneath a softly padded silverwillow chair.

Kethrai says, "And as determined and in good spirits as ever."

Rileos says to Tirost, "She was just at the auction, looks doin well to me since she was yellin and hollerin with everybody else."

Valynn glances at Shaylynne.

Tirost grins at Rileos.

A beam of golden light suddenly bathes Aaiyaah. They blink as their gaze focuses on a specific point. You turn to see, but can't spot what they are looking at.

Tirost nods.

A beam of golden light suddenly bathes Tirost. They blink as their gaze focuses on a specific point. You turn to see, but can't spot what they are looking at.

Aerilia blinks.

Valynn glances at a softly padded silverwillow chair.

Shaylynne puts her cub under a softly padded silverwillow chair.

A beam of golden light suddenly bathes Shaylynne. They blink as their gaze focuses on a specific point. You turn to see, but can't spot what they are looking at.

Kethrai blinks.

* Holy Guardian Unaka joins the adventure.

Avrenka blinks.

Misteeus stands up.

Illiya grins at Shaylynne, her dimples flashing into view.

Rileos slowly empties his lungs.

Kethrai casually observes the area.

* Messenger Miraena joins the adventure.

Rileos says, "Here we go again."

Avrenka says, "That looks familiar."

Aerilia stands up.

Misteeus raises an eyebrow.

Valynn grins at Shaylynne.

Rileos grasps his chin roughly and jerks it to the side. You hear a loud pop and see him visibly relax.

Aerilia gazes at Tirost.

Anuril nods to Rileos.

Kethrai says, "Spells up everyone."

Dasheek whistles a merry tune.

Shaylynne blinks.

Casari peers quizzically at Shaylynne.

Dasheek asks, "Anyone want some Warrior Mage buffs?"

Rileos gets a leaf-bladed Imperial spear bound in crimson fabric along its etched bronze shaft from inside his war belt.

Rileos flourishes his Imperial spear about in a butterfly pattern.

Misteeus stretches his arms.

Avrenka asks, "Anyone want a buff?"

Aaiyaah ponders.

Aaiyaah gazes off into the distance.

You notice as a spotted storm-grey lynx with piercing blue eyes pads into the room.

The storm-grey lynx begins to watch the goings on carefully.

Kethrai gazes silently at Aaiyaah.

Tirost appears to completely block out the world about him.

Illiya asks, "Does anyone need healing?"

Aaiyaah asks, "Does, anyone else....see that?"

Rileos shakes his head at Aaiyaah.

Tirost kneels down.

Kethrai shakes his head at Aaiyaah.

Illiya asks, "See what?"

Faenella's Fist Salubrie goes west.

Aaiyaah gazes off into the distance.

Rileos asks Aaiyaah, "Just you, what'd you see?"

An expression of wonder flickers over Tirost's face.

Illiya observes Aaiyaah with fascination.

Valynn shakes her head at Aaiyaah.

Misteeus shakes his head at Aaiyaah.

Kerennya says, "I wouldn't say no to that WM buff that helps armor."

Shaylynne nods to Aaiyaah.

Tirost gazes at his surroundings with a curious look on his face.

Kerennya asks, "YS?"

Aaiyaah says, "We are being called to serve....Mixed magic is the key..."

Tirost says, "What..."

Kethrai says to Kerennya, "'Helps' is an overstatement..."

Shaylynne says, "I saw...something."

Dasheek ponders.

Casari stares blankly into the distance.

Avrenka says to Kerennya, "Here's my buff. You are a nice person, and everybody likes you."

Tirost stands up.

Illiya asks, "Serve?"

Crobin says, "Buffing."

Avrenka beams at Kerennya!

Kerennya smiles at Avrenka.

Aaiyaah says, "We need to be standing before the encasement....and call all that we can. Knife Clan, we need to be there now."

Crobin says, "Ready."

Dasheek winks at Crobin.

Tirost says, "Meraud came in a vision. We must go to the Knife Clan and used mixed mana."

Illiya says to Avrenka, "I could use one of those."

Leayne softly says, "Not quite."

Aaiyaah says, "Everyone on Crobin."

Avrenka joins Crobin's group.

Tirost exclaims, "Quickly!"

Aerilia nods to Tirost.

Rileos asks Aaiyaah, "Then why are we still here?"

Shaylynne says, "I saw the same from Everild."

Firehawk Casari goes west.

Kethrai joins Crobin's group.

Rileos joins Crobin's group.

Aerilia joins Crobin's group.

Crobin says, "Moving in 10."

Anuril sighs.

Illiya joins Crobin's group.

Dasheek joins Crobin's group.

Anuril joins Crobin's group.

Leayne softly says, "No."

Misteeus joins Crobin's group.

[General] Your mind hears Tirost thinking, "Meraud has called us to the Knife Clan. We must use mixed mana casting there. Please hurry!"

Leayne softly says, "Buffing you."

Avrenka exclaims to Illiya, "You're smart, you're brave, you're kind, and you're strong!"

Crobin says, "Waiting."

Tirost flips the lid on his silversteel tankard closed.

Tirost puts his tankard in his sling bag.

Illiya beams at Avrenka!

[General] Your mind hears Maintain thinking, "Firulf has blessed this lowly monk with wisdom. He calls for the mixing of magic before the encasement of Knife Clan."

Rileos puts his spear in his war belt.

Leayne nods to Crobin.

Eskerith just left.

Illiya takes a huge mouthful of a dreamy coconut creme cupcake covered in chunky strawberry puree and crystalline sugar and gnaws heartily on it.

Illiya finishes off her coconut creme cupcake.

Illiya rubs her hands together.

[General] Your mind hears Madigan thinking, "Recived. Thank you all."

Crobin asks, "IS everyone have spells up?"

Leayne nods to Crobin.

Knight of Meraud Tirost drifts west.

Illiya says, "Hope we get to kill some stuff."

Dasheek nods.

Thanator nods at Illiya, obviously agreeing with her views.

Thanator rubs his hands together.

Dasheek says, "Spells been up, spells staying up."

Valynn frets.

Shaylynne holds her breath.

Rileos says, "Been ready, let's get this party wrapped up."

Rileos runs his fingers through his hair.

Shaylynne nods.

Kethrai says, "Ready."

Ruea just arrived.

Aerilia nods.

Valynn nods to Crobin.

Ruea raises an eyebrow.

Crobin says, "Leayne is getting one more."

Rileos glances at Ruea.

Kethrai says to Ruea, "Join Crobin."

Rileos says, "Wait, I'm having a vision from the gods too."

Ruea joins Crobin's group.

Aaiyaah says, "I saw the Ox...Truffenyi...gave me this direction."

Rileos squints at Ruea.

Jundara joins Crobin's group.

Purn joins Crobin's group.

Anuril smirks at Rileos.

Leayne softly says, "Almost."

Illiya nods to Aaiyaah.

Aaiyaah asks, "What did you see Shay?"

Rileos chuckles.

Ruea says to Kethrai, "I like it when you're bossy."

Ruea winks at Rileos.

Avrenka blinks.

Leayne softly says, "Ready."

Kethrai says, "Let's have further discussions at the encasement."

Crobin says, "Moving in 5."

Leayne nods.

Crobin says, "Moving."

Fearless Crobin saunters west, leading his group.