Zynell/Logs/The Song of Truffenyi

The Song of Truffenyi: Faenella

Reverend Gragnel came through a curtain.

Gragnel

Gragnel gets a pitted iron comb from inside his leather longcoat.

Gragnel runs his iron comb through his hair.

Gragnel runs his iron comb through his hair.

Gragnel puts his comb in his leather longcoat.

Gragnel loudly says, "Greetings, one and all! Welcome to the thirteenth of our observances of our holy Immortals and their divine attributes."

Gragnel gets an impish expression on his face, and lets out a hearty cheer.

Gragnel says, "It's been quite an adventure, giving praise to one aspect of each. But, we made it through them all."

Gragnel smiles broadly at the audience, a look of pride in his eyes.

Gragnel says, "If you've been with us through each of these, you have my admiration. We, the Clerics who have been your hosts and presenters for them, are honored by your involvement in what we've been trying to accomplish."

Gragnel nods emphatically.

Gragnel says, "I would like to also thank each of you for coming specifically to this gathering today. It felt right to have a time for Lady Faenella in this setting and I hope the seats are comfortable for you."

Gragnel beams!

Gragnel matter-of-factly says, "Now, I've got a list of folks who do want to share with you, but if you're wanting to add to things, then I encourage you just yell out to me and I'll come meet you in the lobby and bring you to the stage."

Gragnel says, "No pressure, though. Just your presence is enough to encourage and inspire us."

Gragnel nods.

Gragnel says, "I suppose the best way to start things off is just to start things off."

Gragnel chuckles.

Gragnel loudly says, "As you may already know, I am Reverend Gragnel Durbin."

Gragnel just traced a circle around his face.

Gragnel says, "If you were with us for Eluned, I'm the guy that turned everybody into a school of fish."

Gragnel holds his sides and lets out a rumbling belly laugh.

Gragnel says, "Good times..."

Gragnel gazes off into the distance.

Gragnel inhales a great swallow of air.

Gragnel says, "I am a priest and disciple in the service of the fearsome and frightening, majestic and mysterious, powerful and perfect, honorable and holy, terrific and terrifying, stalwart and secretive, excellent and elusive, cunning and calculating, vicious and venerated, loving and loathsome, great and glorious, the knowledgeable and kingly..."

Gragnel says, "The lord of shadows and sly panther of the Immortal Thirteen, my Lord, the one and only... Lord Damaris."

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

Gragnel gazes upward.

Gragnel nods in agreement.

Gragnel matter-of-factly says, "But, if you've caught any of our other twelve presentations, you would already know that I have great faith in all of the Thirty-Nine of our pantheon."

Gragnel says, "Whenever I host these things, I really try not to take up much time. But, if you know me, you know that I never miss out on a chance to speak about the Immortals."

Gragnel says, "Actually, I rarely miss a chance to speak. Period."

Gragnel flashes a wide grin.

Gragnel says, "So, bearing that in mind, I have prepared some words on our Lady Faenella for you all today and it's something a little different for me."

Gragnel fidgets nervously.

Gragnel thankfully says, "I appreciate your time and attention."

Gragnel gets a ceremonial prayer tome embedded with a trio of night diamonds from inside his leather longcoat.

Gragnel opens his prayer tome.

Gragnel clears his throat.

Gragnel adjusts his silver spectacles into place.

Gragnel sings in a bass voice:

"Today we gather here for you,
Lady Faenella.
Let our words be pure and our hearts be true,
Lady Faenella."

Gragnel heartily sings in a bass voice:

"Hear us now as we raise our voices,
Lady Faenella.
Please guide our steps as we make our choices,
Lady Faenella."

Gragnel thoughtfully sings in a bass voice:

"The future now looks so dim,
Lady Faenella.
With you by our side we know we can win.
Lady Faenella."

Gragnel recites:

"Praise be to Lady Faenella."

Gragnel appreciatively says, "Thank you."

Gragnel says, "And, now, I'm going to turn this over to the next presenter. If you would like to make an offering, say some words, or just to have a moment to make a public show of faith..."

Gragnel loudly says, "Once again, just holler out and I'll come meet you in the lobby to bring you on stage."

Gragnel exclaims, "So, please welcome to the stage Cleric Zynell!"

Zynell

Zynell leans on Gragnel.

Gragnel grins at Zynell.

Zynell grins mischievously.

Zynell says, "Tonight i want to share with you an old story and new story."

Zynell gets an elaborately detailed storyteller's quilt edged with rich brocade from inside her book bag.

Zynell gets a sturdy storyteller's cushion with reinforced seams from inside her book bag.

Zynell says, "One of our newer clerics reminded me, it is important that we share not just the bright and happy sides of our faiths, but that we share the struggles, how we overcame, adapted and became better for the trials."

Zynell says, "The old story is WHY i decided to start writing children's books as my clericing presentations."

Zynell says, "Though it may surprise some of you, I am not actually very loud about my clericing."

Zynell giggles.

Zynell says, "Folk kiss the rose and bond no words need exchanged, there is no need to yell at a body or the immortals during a restoration, there is no need for a whole lot of yelling or preachy mcpreachy words."

Zynell shrugs.

Zynell says, "However, i noticed that folk took kindly to those clerics who yelled across the gweth, spoke over others, demanded obediance, and spouted general nonsense."

Zynell takes a seat.

Zynell says, "I sat for a long time in the Dark Grove, telling Damaris of my clericing differences, my concerns that i was not doing it right, my worry that i might not reach those most in need."

Zynell gives her black panther a tug. After a brief struggle, Zynell is able to remove it from her shoulder.

(Zynell leans back against the storyteller cushion like she would the altar in the Dark Grove. She sets her panther stuffie in her lap and stares into its fierce pearl eyes)

Zynell says, "I asked him if my clericing in the shadows, my preference for teaching, explaining, and listening were too subtle."

Zynell says, "I told him i did not want to yell, but i wanted a way to be gentle and louder."

Zynell sighs.

Zynell says, "I needed something i could comfortably do with words that was not the brow beating words others found effective."

Zynell says, "I wanted to guide folk to their immmortals, not force mine on others."

Zynell shrugs.

Zynell says, "I hugged my panther stuffie as night fell across the Dark Grove."

As Zynell gives her panther a hug, the magical toy seems to wriggle happily.

Zynell says, "The soft twitter of the birds dying down as the night owl sent out its inquisitive hoot."

Zynell says, "It was then that i realized the lullabies and the night time stories my Shadows shared were what i was missing in that quiet moment."

Zynell's ears relax for a moment in obvious enjoyment.

Zynell says, "Those tales that inspired, explained, and warned young Shadows and this young cleric just before bed. The tales that lead us to Damaris' Dreams."

Zynell grins mischievously.

Zynell says, "I thanked Damaris for the clarity and started my very first storybook."

Zynell gets a storyteller's book of fairy tales bound in quilted silk from inside her book bag.

Zynell says, "Every good kit's book has pictures to go with it."

Zynell says, "Unfortunately, my blobs and squiggles were not doing the tales justice."

Zynell says, "Though i am fairly certain Damaris would snicker, Faenella would likely smite me if i kept the original drawings."

Zynell says, "Monty took pitty on me and did a quick sketch for the book."

Zynell says, "He now illustrates every story so folk do not suffer with my blobs."

As Zynell sets her black panther against her shoulder, it seems to stir to life before settling into place.

(Zynell opens the storybook and shows the audience a picture of a small prydaen sitting in front of the black obsidian altar in the Dark Grove. The shadows seem to snuggle in around her as her hunched form scrawls her first story and scribbles unrecognizable imagery)

Zynell says, "My new story is also about how something came to be."

Zynell opens her storyteller's book.

Zynell inhales a great swallow of air.

Zynell says, "Once upon a time in a dream not far from here."
Zynell says, "The Bardess of all bards that ever barded napped below a tree."
Zynell says, "She dreamt of notes, strings, and the songs held dear."
Zynell says, "She dreamt of dancing forms and embracing everything artsy."
Zynell says, "She dreamt the dream of the Immortals, the dream of creation."
Zynell says, "Those notes and strings and dancing forms came into being."
Zynell says, "Nymphs and dryads and sprites caused quite the sensation."
Zynell says, "The Lord of Dreams nodded his head in gentle overseeing."

(Zynell turns the book to face the listeners, showing off a painting of an elven bardess, her long flowing hair pinned back with a silver wren. She sits leaning against a massive tree, her eyes closed in slumber as a crowd of fae creatures surround her, dancing to a tune only they can hear. A shadow lurks in the background keeping watch over the sleeping muse)

Zynell says, "The Panther prowled and kept watch over the Bard."
Zynell says, "Her dreams came true in ripples."
Zynell says, "The ethereal waves of creatures began to fill the yard."
Zynell exclaims, "Only external dreams for now but their numbers triple!"
Zynell says, "He laid a paw upon her toes, it was time to leave his realm."
Zynell says, "She woke with a start and delight filled her face."
Zynell says, "She looked to the Panther, unsure and overwhelmed."
Zynell says, "He smirked at her and gave her an embrace."

(Zynell turns the page to the crowd to display the painting of a shadow panther, his paw resting on the elven bard's boot. Her face is bright with excitement as she looks at all the creatures she dreamed about. Her hand rests lightly on her harp)

Zynell says, "A whisper on the wind, his words we will never know."
Zynell says, "She took up her harp and played a dreamy tune."
Zynell says, "Her creatures took life and danced, they really put on a show."
Zynell says, "He watched them dance from the land his eyes dark and fur shadow-strewn."
Zynell says, "The Fae in the lands and our dreams both wander."
Zynell says, "Her songs bring us sorrow and joy."
Zynell says, "Life is her adventure, so take care not to squander."
Zynell says, "And listen close for her faint harp to enjoy."

(Zynell turns the book to show off a painting of the shadow panther resting under the tree, watching the bardess waltz off with her fairies, delight evident in the bouncing steps of the Wren)

Zynell closes her storyteller's book.

Zynell stands up.

Gragnel says, "Thank you, Zynell. I always enjoy your stories and the wonderful pictures Monty makes."

Gragnel says, "Also, I think I'm one of those loud Clerics she was talking about."

Gragnel rubs his neck.

Gragnel chuckles.

You hear a voice say, "Facts."

From nearby you hear Unaka yell, "is good too!"

Keirynn laughs!

Elurora chuckles.

Relay

Gragnel says, "At this time I would like you all to welcome Cleric Relay to the stage."

Gragnel applauds.

Crobin says, "I always enjoy the sermons."

From somewhere nearby a chorus of applause breaks out.

Qetu starts applauding.

The audience response of unanimous applause rises in volume.

Tirost starts applauding.

Couri starts applauding.

Unaka starts applauding.

Leilanie starts applauding.

Amabalis starts applauding.

Relay says, "Hello, im Relay..."

The lingering echoes of sound hang over the dais before ceasing altogether.

Relay says, "Bards..."

Relay shudders.

Amabalis rolls her eyes.

Relay asks, "What lovely creatures arent they?"

Leilanie grins.

Relay recites:

"Songs of voice
Uplifting, tragic, joyful, bleak
Music of times past"

From nearby you hear Hondashi yell, "we try to be!"

Relay recites:

"Poems of ink
Quiet, sorrows, eroded, salted
Echoes of time past"

Relay recites:

"Dances of figure
Wild, uncoordinated, interpretive, foolhardy
Movements of time past"

Relay recites:

"Expressions of life
Fleeting, meaningless, forgotten, nothing
All things are rendered unto Urrem'tier"

Relay nods.

As Leilanie starts applauding, a number of other people nearby quickly join in.

Relay says, "Thank you."

Unaka starts applauding.

Mistanna starts applauding.

The audience response of unanimous applause surges louder.

Tirost starts applauding.

Unaka's Halo Flickers

The glimmers of light above Unaka's head flicker and merge together, beginning to glow in a steady halo.  She quietly raises one hand and curls it into a fist, and the glow stabilizes at a modest level.

Tirost softly says to Crobin, "It's been intresting learning about the paths of Gragnel and Zynell, how they came to become the clerics they are."

Unaka says, "He really always finds a way to end with Urrem'tier."

The rushing sound of unanimous applause lowers in volume.

Couri starts applauding.

Gragnel says, "And thank you, Relay. A very stoic note to ring out on this day."

Gragnel nods.

Gragnel says, "Thats a Bard joke."

Crobin smiles at Unaka.

Crobin says, "They are good about speaking about who or what they know best."

Kilenti

Gragnel exclaims, "Now, proof that big things can come in small packages, please welcome Cleric Kilenti to the stage!"

Unaka asks Crobin, "Oh hey. Not too bright for you this time?"

Amabalis nods at Crobin, obviously agreeing with his views.

Kilenti waves.

As Mistanna starts applauding, a number of other people nearby quickly join in.

You hear Elurora cheering for Kilenti somewhere nearby.

Tirost starts applauding.

Crobin smiles.

The audience response of unanimous applause rises in volume.

Crobin says, "Been working on squinting at the right times."

Crobin winks at Unaka.

Kilenti beams!

Tirost chuckles at Crobin.

Kilenti happily says, "Hello! I am Kilenti Lopen, Cleric of Saemaus."

The lingering echoes of applause hang over the dais before ceasing altogether.

Kilenti says, "I thought I would try something a little different today! Since we are honoring the muse of poetry, I have prepared a poem to share with you all."

Unaka nods to Crobin.

Amabalis gets an impish expression on her face, and lets out a hearty cheer.

From somewhere nearby a chorus of applause breaks out.

Crobin gets an impish expression on his face, and lets out a hearty cheer.

Kilenti says, "Her inspiration is all around us and I just tried to take from that and put into words a bit of what I have been feeling. How the parts of our lives that we give attention to are the parts that grow. It's up to each of us to remember to focus on what we want in our own personal garden and what we need to weed out."

Kilenti blushes a bright red color.

The lingering echoes of applause hang over the dais before ceasing altogether.

Kilenti smiles.

Kilenti says, "So, here goes nothing."

Kilenti shifts her weight.

Kilenti clears her throat.

Unaka quietly says to Crobin, "Should be a bit less bright now in general. I've been working on it."

Kilenti recites:

"It starts as a seed.
Be it love, resentment, an adventurer's need."

Kilenti recites:

"Water it with your mind.
Feed it with your soul.
It will grow."

Kilenti recites:

"It begins as a sprout.
A movement towards desire.
An action towards change.
A flicker of a spark to ignite, to inspire."

Kilenti recites:

"Water it with your mind.
Feed it with your soul.
It will grow."

Kilenti recites:

"It stretches for the sun.
Reaching, yearning for the light.
Each leaf a whispered promise.
Each petal a dream in flight."

Kilenti recites:

"Water it with your mind.
Feed it with your soul.
It will grow."

Crobin asks Unaka, "I hope you know I am always teasing when I say blinding yes?"

Kilenti recites:

"Nurture it with patience.
Let your spirit take control.
It blossoms into being.
A vibrant bloom of hope."

Unaka nods to Crobin.

Kilenti recites:

"Water it...
Feed it...
It will grow."

Kilenti playfully says, "All things are rendered unto Saemaus."

Kilenti grins happily.

Kilenti curtsies.

As Tirost starts applauding, a number of other people nearby quickly join in.

Amabalis starts applauding.

You hear Hondashi cheering for Kilenti somewhere nearby.

Mistanna starts applauding.

The audience response of unanimous applause surges louder.

Tirost gets an impish expression on his face, and lets out a hearty cheer for Kilenti.

Leilanie starts applauding.

Unaka chuckles.

Unaka starts applauding.

Illiya starts applauding.

Amabalis says, "That was a cute poem."

The rushing sound of unanimous applause maintains intensity.

Qetu starts applauding.

Couri starts applauding.

Leilanie nods at Amabalis, obviously agreeing with her views.

The rushing sound of unanimous applause lowers in volume.

Gragnel says, "Thank you so much Kilenti! Quite a stark contrast to the prior presentation. I like it."

Gragnel nods.

The lingering echoes of sound hang over the dais before ceasing altogether.

Tirost nods to Crobin.

Mazilyn

Gragnel exclaims, "We're gonna keep things rolling right along for you all, pleas join me in welcoming Cleric of Truffenyi Mazilyn to the stage!"

As Unaka starts applauding, a number of other people nearby quickly join in.

Mistanna starts applauding.

From nearby you hear Hondashi yell, "all y'all clerics are gonna put us bards out of business!"

Gragnel applauds.

Mazilyn exclaims, "Thats me!"

Unaka gets an impish expression on her face, and lets out a hearty cheer.

Mazilyn bounces around happily.

The audience response of unanimous applause rises in volume.

Mazilyn beams!

Mazilyn waves.

Tirost starts applauding.

You hear Hondashi cheering for Mazilyn somewhere nearby.

Qetu starts applauding.

Illiya chuckles.

Amabalis starts applauding.

Illiya starts applauding.

Mazilyn recites:

"Hi! I'm Mazilyn, Cleric of Truffenyi!
I like poems and stories and songs!
I'm not great out at them but that's ok!"

Crobin chuckles.

The sound of unanimous applause rises in volume.

Crobin yells, "They are doing a marvelous job"

Mazilyn recites:

"Lately i've been working on a sketchbook
Truffenyi doll and Sunshine and i ended up in Shard
There's a statue out there that is Faenella in the daytime"

Mazilyn holds a sunset-hued papillon puppy high into the air for all to see.

Mazilyn holds a miniature Truffenyi doll dressed in silvery blue robes high into the air for all to see.

(Mazilyn shows a sketch of her Truffenyi doll admiring the duality of Shard displayed in the shifting statue, behind Faenella stands a dark figure, casually checking the time)

Mazilyn recites:

"She's the immortal of the bards, but she's also the immortal of the wanders
She's got the spark of adventure, the traveling heart.
The wandering bard used to be a key part of how we shared cultures"

Mazilyn beams!

Unaka nods in agreement.

Tirost quietly says to Crobin, "You've got a great vocabulary for a non-reader."

Mazilyn recites:

"When civilization was new, those that traveled brought us news
They brought us different ways of life, new methods of doing things
Faenella's protection of those who chose that way of life is part of how we have so many improvements and so many stories and history passed along"

Illiya grins at Tirost, her dimples flashing into view.

Crobin chuckles.

Crobin says to Tirost, "You teach me big words."

Mazilyn recites:

"While a lot of immortals play a part in making civilization continue and innovate
We should be extra thankful for Faenella's encouragement of creativity, sharing, and adventure
We keep the older traditions alive by sharing our older stories"

Tirost laughs!

Mazilyn beams!

Mazilyn recites:

"We share our new stories to further history and provide entertainment
The fun parts of civilization!
So thanks Faenella for keeping the wandering minstrels safe and supporting creativity"

Amabalis grins, revealing her dimples.

Mazilyn sighs and says a soft prayer to herself.

Mazilyn waves.

As Mistanna starts applauding, a number of other people nearby quickly join in.

Unaka starts applauding.

Qetu starts applauding.

Tirost starts applauding.

The audience response of unanimous applause surges louder.

Couri starts applauding.

Amabalis starts applauding.

Unaka gets an impish expression on her face, and lets out a hearty cheer for Mazilyn.

Leilanie starts applauding.

Leilanie gets an impish expression on her face, and lets out a hearty cheer for Mazilyn.

The rushing sound of unanimous applause lowers in volume.

Crobin starts applauding.

Gragnel says, "How wonderful was that? I've also seen that statue and it's beautiful."

Gragnel nods in agreement.

The lingering echoes of applause hang over the dais before ceasing altogether.

Gragnel says, "I have been enjoying Mazilyns journies with Truffenyi. They're fun."

Crobin says, "I need to have Leayne start teaching me to read."

Pradya

Gragnel exclaims, "Moving on, lets hear it for our next presenter. The wonderful Cleric, Pradya!"

Gragnel beams!

Tirost nods in agreement.

As Mistanna starts applauding, a number of other people nearby quickly join in.

Tirost starts applauding.

The audience response of unanimous applause rises in volume.

(Pradya nods to the gathered, bobbing a quick curtsy to Gragnel and Zynell. Smiling she fidgets with the zills she holds in her hands.)

Leilanie starts applauding.

Pradya melodiously says, "Greetings, I am Pradya Jenite, Cleric to the Immortals, student of the Thirty nine. Our quest this meeting was to think of Faenella, Goddess to the Bards. She was fascinating as all the fae are under her protection."

The sound of unanimous applause maintains intensity.

Crobin starts applauding.

Amabalis starts applauding.

(Pradya taps her zills and starts a spritely tune that seems to imitate the sound of a fae or whisp darting about.)

Qetu starts applauding.

Pradya melodiously says, "The Fae are magical creatures, the stuff of tales to bid a child to bed, and the darker ones to bring about proper behavior from the child unless they are visited by the Dryads with the long horns."

The sound of unanimous applause rises in volume.

Unaka says to Crobin, "Or get chosen by an Immortal. Then you might just know it all, all at once. Kinda a headache though."

Crobin says, "Make sure and be as boysterious as we can for them all."

Pradya melodiously asks, "Faenella also is the patron of travelers and caravans, and the young and brave that are ready for traveling and adventures. Is it not fitting that the Goddess of Song, which is an age old form of history taking would also be the one that protects the ones that might take the songs of our history to other lands?"

Crobin laughs!

The lingering echoes of sound hang over the dais before ceasing altogether.

Crobin says to Unaka, "I am sure I shall never be a choosen one of the Immortals."

Pradya melodiously asks, "Faenella is the goddess of the lute and lyre. Again what better way to spread our history than by our music and the soft tones that strumming an instrument along with a poem or story. What would we know of each other without the songs, and stories of our ancestors? What would we learn to better ourselves without our histories?"

Tirost says to Crobin, "There's a world of experience out there. You can live countless lives in books, visit all sorts of places and times, and shape your own story with the best parts of what you read and think about."

(Pradya slows the spritely tune and brings forth a more solemn psalm on the zills.)

Crobin nods to Tirost.

(Pradya blushes and inhales deeply before smiling at the gathering.)

Pradya melodiously says, "As I don't wish to bring the wrath of Murrula down on me, I will not sing praises to Faenella, so please join me in prayer."

Pradya recites:

"Goddess of melody
goddess of words
Bring together to make the song
Poetry set to music"

Illiya says, "Crobin writes amazing stories for someone who can't read."

Pradya recites:

"What is a song
but prayer set to music
what is prayer
but praise set to music"

Tirost chuckles.

Qetu chortles softly at some secret joke.

Tirost nods to Illiya.

Pradya recites:

"A wren on wing like fairy fair
A fairy fair on wing like fae
Flights of fancy and of true
Fancy flights true to fae"

Crobin says, "I told you."

Crobin says, "Bitey writes for me."

Pradya recites:

"Strings pulled taut to be in tune
Melody making safe paths for the young and brave
Faenella bard to the masses
Your song brings knowledge and grace"

Pradya melodiously says, "We praise your name and ask your blessings as we travel forth, Praise Faenella."

(Pradya curtsies and backs up to stand beside amidst the other clerics.)

Tirost asks Crobin, "Bitey?"

As Unaka starts applauding, a number of other people nearby quickly join in.

Mistanna starts applauding.

Tirost starts applauding.

Qetu starts applauding.

The audience response of unanimous applause surges louder.

Leilanie starts applauding.

Amabalis starts applauding.

Couri starts applauding.

Crobin smiles.

Crobin says, "My spider."

The rushing sound of unanimous applause maintains intensity.

Qetu says to Couri in an Ilithian accent, "She did a great job."

Gragnel says, "Some good questions and a wonderful presentation. Thank you, Pradya."

Tirost says, "Ah, yes. How could I forget."

Illiya flashes a quick grin at Crobin.

Illiya starts applauding.

The lingering echoes of applause hang over the dais before ceasing altogether.

As Crobin starts applauding, a number of other people nearby quickly join in.

Couri nods to Qetu.

The lingering echoes of applause hang over the dais before ceasing altogether.

Gragnel says, "Before I get to our final presentation, I would like to ask again if any would like to come on stage themselves."

Gragnel says, "Just holler out and I'll come getcha."

Gragnel casually observes the area.

Gragnel appears to be listening intently for something.

Amabalis stretches her arms.

Ectheleon

Gragnel says, "Right then, please welcome our final presenter. You may have seen him raising bodies in the Courtyard, Ecteleon."

Leilanie asks Amabalis, "Are you going to present?"

As Mistanna starts applauding, a number of other people nearby quickly join in.

Ectheleon chuckles.

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

Couri starts applauding.

The audience response of unanimous applause rises in volume.

Unaka starts applauding.

You hear Hondashi cheering for Ectheleon somewhere nearby.

Illiya starts applauding.

Couri starts applauding.

Amabalis says, "Ummm no."

Tirost starts applauding.

Leilanie says, "I thought you were raising your hand.."

Illiya gets an impish expression on her face, and lets out a hearty cheer for Ectheleon.

Leilanie starts applauding.

Amabalis starts applauding.

Tirost grins at Leilanie.

The sound of unanimous applause surges louder.

Ectheleon says, "Thank you Pradya, may Murrula turn a blind ear to my presentation."

Ectheleon smiles.

Amabalis gives Leilanie a gentle poke in the ribs.

The lingering echoes of sound hang over the dais before ceasing altogether.

Ectheleon exclaims, "Welcome and my apologies to everyone tonight, I have a song!"

Ectheleon coughs.

Crobin yells, "Way to go Ectheleon raising bodies and spirits"

Ectheleon takes a deep breath.

Leilanie gets an impish expression on her face, and lets out a hearty cheer for Ectheleon.

Ectheleon smiles.

(Ectheleon starts humming, trying to catch a tune.)

Ectheleon shakes his head.

Amabalis gets an impish expression on her face, and lets out a hearty cheer for Ectheleon.

(Ectheleon shrugs, figuring folk can't hear his poor tune from so far away.)

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

Ectheleon sings in a bass voice:

"Well, Botolf had them forty thieves"

Ectheleon sings in a bass voice:

"Faenella had a thousand tales"

Ectheleon sings in a bass voice:

"But you are all in luck"

Ectheleon sings in a bass voice:

"You got a brand of magic that never fails"

Crobin says, "That is a lot of thieves."

Ectheleon sings in a bass voice:

"You got some heavy power in your corner now"

Illiya says, "I've never seen so many thieves in my life."

Tirost chuckles.

Ectheleon sings in a bass voice:

"Some lightning Firulf in your camp"

Ectheleon sings in a bass voice:

"You got some Rutilor, Divyaush, Albreda, and how?"

Ectheleon sings in a bass voice:

"See, all you gotta do is love them aspects, and they'll say"

Ectheleon sings in a bass voice:

"My child, please, what will your hopes be? "

Ectheleon sings in a bass voice:

"Let me hear your wish, offer it please "

Ectheleon sings in a bass voice:

"Because we ain't never had a friend like these!"

Ectheleon chuckles.

Ectheleon says, "Well that's enough of my silliness, let me get my thoughts before my time is finished on stage."

As Unaka starts applauding, a number of other people nearby quickly join in.

Leilanie gets an impish expression on her face, and lets out a hearty cheer for Ectheleon.

The audience response of unanimous applause rises in volume.

Amabalis starts applauding.

Qetu starts applauding.

Tirost starts applauding.

Ectheleon exclaims, "Thank you everyone for coming today, it has been an honor to be a part of the Thirteen Immortal's Holy Parties!"

The sound of unanimous applause rises in volume.

Ectheleon says, "Many folk shared their stories, tales, poems, prayers, and thoughts on many topics regarding the different aspects of the Thirty-Nine."

The lingering echoes of sound hang over the dais before ceasing altogether.

Ectheleon says, "Thank you to all of the people who have organized, advertised, and those who lead the events, your time and efforts should never be undervalued. I am honored to have been able to be a part of this wonderful series."

Ectheleon beams!

You hear the sounds of Elurora cheering from somewhere nearby.

As Unaka starts applauding, a number of other people nearby quickly join in.

Tirost starts applauding.

Ectheleon says, "May we all continue to enjoy the freedom to speak freely and enjoy each other's company as we have for all of these gatherings."

The audience response of unanimous applause rises in volume.

Crobin starts applauding.

Ectheleon bows his head in acknowledgement.

Qetu starts applauding.

Illiya starts applauding.

You hear Hondashi cheering for Ectheleon somewhere nearby.

(Ectheleon moves back with a bow.)

Leilanie starts applauding.

The sound of unanimous applause rises in volume.

Gragnel says, "Thank you so much Ectheleon. I thought the singing was good, if you ask me."

Gragnel takes a sip of his wine.

The lingering echoes of applause hang over the dais before ceasing altogether.

Gragnel says, "Well, we've reached the end of our presentations and I would like to extend my thanks to you all for coming to join us in our observances of the Immortals."

Gragnel gets an impish expression on his face, and lets out a hearty cheer.

As Unaka starts applauding, a number of other people nearby quickly join in.

Tirost gets an impish expression on his face, and lets out a hearty cheer for Gragnel.

Gragnel says, "Once again, this concludes our efforts for the Thirteen, but we've been in contact with others to have a few more of these dedicated to the other pantheons of Elanthia and their Gods."

The lingering echoes of applause hang over the dais before ceasing altogether.

As Leilanie starts applauding, a number of other people nearby quickly join in.

Amabalis starts applauding.

The audience response of unanimous applause rises in volume.

Mistanna gets an impish expression on her face, and lets out a hearty cheer for Gragnel.

Gragnel says, "I believe the Rakash will be the next focus, so do please look out for that to be announced."

From nearby you hear Hondashi yell, "Awoooo!"

Gragnel appreciatively exclaims, "I really do thank you all for coming, stick around for a bit to have some drinks or even a smoke with us. Or, hurry up and make your way to River Clan for Betlind's party!"

Illiya starts applauding.

Tirost starts applauding.

Tirost yells, "Looking forward to it!"

The sound of unanimous applause maintains intensity.

Mistanna starts applauding.

Illiya says, "Yay, we got the shoutout."

Illiya chortles softly at some secret joke.

Illiya gets an impish expression on her face, and lets out a hearty cheer for Gragnel.

Tirost grins at Illiya.

Gragnel exclaims, "We'll see you at the bar for free drinks!"

The lingering echoes of applause hang over the dais before ceasing altogether.

Gragnel exclaims, "I suggest the wine!"

Gragnel waves.

Faenella Vision

A golden glow erupts from Unaka's halo, and your vision is overtaken by a blinding flash! When the haze dissipates, you see a stream of visions of the growth of civilization, flourishing with broad strokes of creativity. You watch a countless procession of musicians carefully tuning, cleaning, and playing their instruments, some with far-away looks as they jot down notes onto parchment. You see caravans traversing between cities, wayward travelers dangling their legs while sitting at the back, their gazes cast to the horizon. Architects and sculptors admire magnificently tall creations, and writers and artists argue stridently in dimly-lit taverns.

Reverend Gragnel went through a curtain.

Within one such tavern, you see a tall, wise-eyed man sitting in the back corner, a pipe in one hand as he watches a performer on a low stage. The light seems to illuminate only her, and the audience is completely captivated, hushed in the darkness as she sings. Though you can t make out the words, the music is so sublime that you feel a swell of emotion within you. You glance over at the tall man and see tears in his eyes. The vision ends.

Qetu frowns.

Couri inhales a great swallow of air.

Qetu blinks.

Illiya blinks at Unaka.

Tirost lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Qetu gazes silently at Unaka.

Mistanna ponders.

Qetu asks in an Ilithian accent, "What was that?"

Crobin blinks.

Mistanna says, "A vision from the Immortals."

Tirost nods at Mistanna, obviously agreeing with her views.

Unaka nods.

Tirost takes a sip of his rum.

Illiya says, "It looked to be visions about the growth of civilization."

You say, "Everyone out to the lobby."

Immortals Vision

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

Mistanna says, "Wait."

You are overtaken with another vision. A half-circle of eleven armored men and women bearing silver weapons stand facing a tall and regal man, a plate-clad warrior at his side holding aloft a golden standard. They appear to be standing, miraculously, on an invisible platform within the depths of a night sky, shimmering stars hung around them.

The tall man turns toward each of his companions, even the man standing by his side, giving each a steady look of acknowledgment. He then turns directly toward you, and each head swivels to find you. Their smiles and nods fill you with a sense of warmth and purpose. You glance down to see a weapon in your hand, glimmering with golden light. Behind you, you see rows upon rows of motes of light, gathering in an orderly formation.

The tall man turns and points the way forward. A long swath of stars stretches before you, a seemingly endless trek. Three snarling faces loom overhead. The vision ends.

Tirost blinks.

Qetu slowly empties his lungs.

Tirost gazes at Unaka.

Unaka glances at Tirost.

Couri inhales a great swallow of air.

Illiya lays her hand on Unaka's arm.

Unaka says, "I'm okay."

Illiya looks with concern at Unaka.

Tirost nods to Unaka.

Tirost asks Unaka, "You saw that vision too?"

Unaka says, "I did."

Tirost asks, "...What did you make of it?"

Unaka says, "Wasn't one of mine. At least, not the ones I've been sharing with you all."

Qetu asks in an Ilithian accent, "Was that an army?"

Tirost slowly asks, "...It wasn't...?"

Unaka asks, "I think the more important question is, what did you all make of it?"

Couri says, "Were it the immortals."

Ectheleon says, "Folk are in the bar to the west."

Unaka nods.

Ectheleon exclaims, "For those interested!"

After Party

[Yulugri Wala, Bar]

A long oak bar extends the length of the room, each end decorated with a carved depiction of Glythtide. Neatly stacked behind the bar, ornately labeled barrels line the wall, some with taps in them, others waiting to replace empties. Oak bar stools and small tables fill most of the room, with the exception of a stage in the corner opposite the door. Between the stage and the bar, a doorway reveals stairs leading upward. A matching set of steps leading downward is roped off to limit access.

Gragnel beams at Unaka!

Mistanna says to Gragnel, "You're right, this is a delightful vintage."

Gragnel says to Mistanna, "Right? It's mellow and smooth."

Illiya says, "It looked like a call to fight, to me."

Unaka asks, "So what did you all make of those visions?"

Gragnel takes a sip of his wine.

Zynell says, "We did not see them from the stage."

Illiya says, "Which is a welcome message."

Zynell shrugs.

Illiya says, "I can recount them."

Couri says, "It were the Immortals and the Heralds."

Qetu says in an Ilithian accent, "First, who is the tall man."

Zynell nods to Illiya.

Zynell says, "Truffenyi is the tall man."

Couri nods to Zynell.

Qetu nods.

Mistanna nods to Zynell.

Mazilyn shows Qetu her Truffenyi doll.

Tirost asks Unaka, "I'm not sure. The armor-clad men and women must represent the Immortals, I think? Minus Urrem'tier?"

Gragnel says, "I feel that the vision is urging us forward, encouraging us and strengthening us."

Tirost nods to Gragnel.

Unaka nods to Tirost.

Couri nods to Tirost.

Illiya says, "A golden glow erupts from Unaka's halo, and your vision is overtaken by a blinding flash! When the haze dissipates, you see a stream of visions of the growth of civilization, flourishing with broad strokes of creativity. You watch a countless procession of musicians carefully tuning, cleaning, and playing their instruments, some with far-away looks as they jot down notes onto parchment. You see caravans traversing between cities, wayward travelers dangling their legs while sitting at the back, their gazes cast to the horizon. Architects and sculptors admire magnificently tall creations, and writers and artists argue stridently in dimly-lit taverns."

Illiya says, "Within one such tavern, you see a tall, wise-eyed man sitting in the back corner, a pipe in one hand as he watches a performer on a low stage. The light seems to illuminate only her, and the audience is completely captivated, hushed in the darkness as she sings. Though you can t make out the words, the music is so sublime that you feel a swell of emotion within you. You glance over at the tall man and see tears in his eyes. The vision ends."

Zynell perks her ears up happily as she gazes at Illiya.

Tirost says to Unaka, "The faces represent the Heralds."

Unaka says, "That makes sense."

Illiya says, "You are overtaken with another vision. A half-circle of eleven armored men and women bearing silver weapons stand facing a tall and regal man, a plate-clad warrior at his side holding aloft a golden standard. They appear to be standing, miraculously, on an invisible platform within the depths of a night sky, shimmering stars hung around them."

Illiya says, "The tall man turns toward each of his companions, even the man standing by his side, giving each a steady look of acknowledgment. He then turns directly toward you, and each head swivels to find you. Their smiles and nods fill you with a sense of warmth and purpose. You glance down to see a weapon in your hand, glimmering with golden light. Behind you, you see rows upon rows of motes of light, gathering in an orderly formation."

Illiya says, "The tall man turns and points the way forward. A long swath of stars stretches before you, a seemingly endless trek. Three snarling faces loom overhead. The vision ends."

Gragnel says, "Powerful symbolism there."

Gragnel nods.

Qetu says in an Ilithian accent, "Did you notice that the eleven representing the immortals wielded silver weapons, and in the vision, I was wielding one of golden light."

Mistanna nods at Gragnel, obviously agreeing with his views.

Tirost quietly says to Illiya, "Well said."

Tirost says, "I find it very inspiring."

Gragnel nods at Tirost, obviously agreeing with his views.

Unaka says, "Silver and gold both seem like colors of the Immortals to me."

Tirost nods to Unaka.

Gragnel nods at Unaka, obviously agreeing with her views.

Illiya nods to Unaka.

Illiya says, "As I said, it seemed like a call to fight to me."

Illiya says, "Which is very welcome."

Gragnel says, "I would agree with that."

Mistanna nods at Illiya, obviously agreeing with her views.

Qetu says in an Ilithian accent, "I guess I am looking at the details to spite the whole."

Gragnel says, "It appears to me that our efforts to empower the Immortals have been met with acceptance. Which, is good in my book."

Zynell says, "Seems like the trek is still before us, but we are more prepared and gathering more and more souls to battle with us."

Gragnel nods to Zynell.

Unaka nods to Zynell.

Unaka says, "I've been telling you all, you're doing good work."

Zynell nods at Unaka, obviously agreeing with her views.

Crobin nods.

Tirost says, "It seems like the Immortals will look to us mortals to do our part. In the vision, I noticed my weapon gleamed with a golden light."

Crobin says, "I think many of us are just ready to try and strike."

Gragnel says, "I'm honored that Truffenyi has seen fit to grace us with His touch at so many of these."

Gragnel smiles.

Mazilyn beams!

Qetu raises an eyebrow in Tirost's direction.

Unaka says, "I know you're ready. Seems like there might be a long road ahead still, I dunno. But keep being ready, either way."

Ectheleon nods in agreement.

Mazilyn gives her Truffenyi doll a little hug. Did the doll give her a little hug back?

Qetu says to Tirost in an Ilithian accent, "Caught that too."

Gragnel nods to Tirost.

Crobin grumbles.

Zynell says, "The golden light usually means our weapons are blessed."

Gragnel says to Tirost, "Yes, I think I could feel that as well. As if I were the one who held power."

Gragnel nods.

Tirost nods.

Unaka says to Gragnel, "Those Truffenyi visions are from me. I've been trying to relay them to you all, from everything he showed me in all the visions he gave me. But that last one wasn't from me."

Zynell nods to Unaka.

Illiya asks Unaka, "Oh?"

Unaka nods.

Gragnel says to Unaka, "And you have my deepest thanks for your efforts, Unaka."

Ectheleon gasps!

Mistanna nods at Gragnel, obviously agreeing with his views.

Illiya says, "That is interesting."

Tirost asks Unaka, "Do you have a sense of who it was from? The plate-clad warrior? Or something else?"

Amabalis nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Unaka says, "The gods."

Unaka shrugs.

Illiya gazes thoughtfully at Unaka.

Amabalis glances at Leilanie.

Tirost nods to Unaka.

Zynell asks, "Was there something before the vision?"

(Crobin moves back and leans on the wall watching the group)

Unaka says, "Yeah. A whole bunch of people praising Faenella."

Unaka grins at Zynell.

Zynell giggles at Unaka.

Tirost smiles.

Qetu grins at Unaka.

Illiya grins at Unaka, her dimples flashing into view.

Gragnel says, "Clad in plate could be literally, but also could be a representation of being prepared for an oncoming battle."

Tirost says to Zynell, "Enjoyed your story and all the performances very much, by the way."

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

You nod to Zynell.

Illiya says, "It seemed that they were inspired by the performances."

Zynell nods to Tirost.

Gragnel chuckles at Unaka.

Crobin nods to Tirost.

Couri says, "Again, time slowin, that come up the other day."

Tirost says to Gragnel, "But it is a description of one of the twelve."

Crobin says, "All performers did fantastic."

Gragnel nods to Tirost.

Gragnel beams at Crobin!

Mistanna says, "Bedtime for me. Fortune favor all."

Mistanna waves.

Zynell says, "Time slowing with golden light is the immortals' visions typically."

Tirost asks Gragnel, "Chadatru, maybe?"

Crobin chuckles.

Crobin says, "She is quick."

Illiya grins at Crobin, her dimples flashing into view.

Mazilyn asks Unaka, "Did ya get my invites?"

Couri says, "But that what we were talkin about fer the Null Prison too, with the spell."

Mazilyn beams at Unaka!

Unaka says to Mazilyn, "Oh, no! I'll have to look."

Unaka says, "I heard you're doing a kind of show about your doll's travels? I love that."

Mazilyn says, "We're Traveling with Truffenyi AND gonna Craft with Truffenyi."

Unaka mumbles a word of general praise.

Mazilyn nods.

Illiya says, "Everything with Truffenyi."

Unaka says, "This one Clerics."

Unaka points at Mazilyn.

Mazilyn beams!

Tirost chuckles.

Unaka says, "I may be a little biased."

Mazilyn gives her Truffenyi doll a little hug. Did the doll give her a little hug back?

Amabalis grins, revealing her dimples.

Gragnel says, "Not trying to chase anyone off, but once again, there is gonna be an absolute rager of a party for Betlind here in less than ten roi down in River Clan. That's Ilaya

Taipa for my Elvish friends."

Crobin asks Unaka, "May?"

Relay grins at Mazilyn.

Tirost laughs!

Unaka grins at Crobin.

Illiya beams at Gragnel!

Unaka says, "Okay, but I'm afraid I have to be going. I'll find you all again at the next gathering. Keep in touch."

Gragnel winks at Illiya.

Relay says, "She is coming along well.."

Relay nods to Unaka.

Gragnel bows to Unaka.

Mazilyn giggles at Relay.

Unaka says, "Goodbye everyone."

Gragnel says to Unaka, "Always a pleasure."

Unaka waves.

Gragnel waves to Unaka.

Mazilyn waves to Unaka.

Tirost says, "Take care, Unaka."

Truffenyi's Prophet Unaka strides east.

Amabalis waves.

Zynell nods.