Nefis/Logs/20220514 Emissaries-Manifold

ou say, "Very well."

You clear your throat.

You excitedly exclaim, "Welcome all and good evening!"

You excitedly say, "Today, we embark on a journey in search of answers and revelations that few have witnessed ever before."

You say, "For years, I have spoken of entities from other planes and conjured methods to contact Them. All in an attempt to better understand Them and what They desire."

You enigmatically say, "And yet, there are still mysteries about Their existence."

You intently say, "One example, Maelshyve, if you've been lucky enough to experience Her memories, came to this plane to escape something *else*."

Woten nods.

Sothios takes a sip of his eclipse.

Lyndrel writes something in his blue notebook.

You rhetorically ask, "How much of a threat is this other thing? How can we best prepare for it?"

You confidently say, "This barely pierces the surface of our ignorance. What we do today will be the first, best step towards a better understanding of other Entities."

You excitedly say, "So today, we will appeal to another Entity. One that might be inclined to answer our questions."

You candidly say, "Some of you may have experience with this Entity, for it made an appearance in defense of Basalt Isle. I speak of the collective entity known as the Manifold."

You diplomatically say, "But I assure you, there will be no danger here, as long as you have only come to observe and learn."

Lyndrel turns the page of his blue notebook.

Udrouhilde grins at Melindrha.

Eyst tugs at the tip of his mustache distractedly.

You hopefully say, "My associates and I will conduct a ritual, similar to what we have before, and hope They respond to us."

You say, "For the onlookers, I merely ask you to observe, evaluate, and learn."

Lyndrel writes something in his blue notebook.

You dauntlessly say, "Not all that comes from beyond this plane are adversaries."

Tunba fixes you with a heavy, ponderous stare.

You earnestly say, "For those that wish to experience more, reach out with the spells I will name to any of the necromancers present and link your magical senses to them."

Kretona twitches several times as the ridges encompassing his form recede and vanish.

You hopefully say, "This, I hope, will allow you to share some of the experience as We witness the message together."

Apollys folds his arms across his chest.

Lyndrel puts his stylus in his arzumodine haversack.

Lyndrel closes his blue notebook, hooking back the latch.

You hopefully say, "After the ritual, if it's successful, I hope that the participants can relate their unified experience to others, and perhaps together, we can reach a better understanding."

Lyndrel puts his notebook in his arzumodine haversack.

Making a noise like the wailing of disembodied souls in torment, the tethered Dream Eater strains against its bonds, once again unsuccessful in breaking through their enchantment.

You sadly say, "While I do not know a spell that might provide insight for Paladins, Rangers, Traders, or Warrior Mages, feel free to use any of the ones I am about mention as you see fit."

Lyndrel fixes you with a proud, defiant stare.

You say, "Or any others you think might be relevant, for that matter."

You loudly exclaim, "Empaths, if you wish, *Heartlink* with us and connect to better understand our life force!"

You loudly exclaim, "Bards, listen to the resonances of the magic with your *Echoes of Aether* spells!"

You loudly exclaim, "Clerics, link your souls to ours with *Vigil*, that you may feel the fluctuations of our souls and devotion!"

You loudly exclaim, "Moon Mages, tie your senses to the strands of our fates with your *Seer's Sense* spells!"

Melindrha reaches out and touches Kretona, who gasps and gives her a startled look.

Woten opens a canvas backpack.

You say, "There are plenty of us that are participating, so don't all link to one person if there are enough to go around."

As Melindrha reaches out to touch you, you feel your heart shudder and almost stop before it begins beating to a strange rhythm.

Woten closes a canvas backpack.

You say, "The broader the perspective, the better, I think."

Woten opens an engineer's satchel crafted from reinforced wyvern hide.

A tethered Dream Eater crouches down, its form posed as if to leap at any moment.

Anhur gazes about his surroundings, his vision drawn towards something unseen.

You ask, "While everyone casts their spells, are there any questions at this time?"

Anhur mutters to himself.

You thumb your nemmiro stone and it warms in your grasp.

A piece of the stone breaks off and lands upon the ground. After a moment it sinks into the ground and vanishes from sight!

You get some black charcoal from inside your multi-strapped carryall.

You take a moment to look for everybody in the area and see Philomath Miskton who is darkened by an unnatural shadow, Arcane Researcher Zandergast, Arcane Malcontent Nsar who is covered with whitened ridges, Apollys, Bog Orchid Harlowe, Alchemy Master Lilustra, Lyndrel, Phantom Udrouhilde who is darkened by an unnatural shadow, Herald of Nightmares Inneth who is enshrouded by scabrous slivers of fragmented reflections, Xelten, Esotericist Eyst, Woten who has a fiery visage, Misbehaving Mischief Melindrha who is surrounded by multicolored cloud of glitter, Blight Preserver Kretona, Harvester Tunba, Demyr, Searing Counterpoint Casari, Sothios, Voidwalker Zynell who is sitting, Master of Fate Keemar who is crowned by a ring of glimmering stars and Pipesmoker Anhur.

Zandergast says, "I am an arcanist and merely wish to observe."

You nod to Zandergast.

Inneth nods to Zynell.

Casari gazes about her surroundings, her vision drawn towards something unseen.

Nsar shakes his head at Melindrha.

Keemar gestures at you.

You feel oddly in sync with Keemar for a moment.

Anhur gazes about his surroundings, his vision drawn towards something unseen.

Lyndrel nods to you.

Nsar says to Melindrha, "For this I'm willing to risk it."

You chuckle.

>look [Ice Cave, Forgotten Chambers] A bitter cold that chills the bones grips all who enter this smaller cavern. The walls are slick with ice which covers and obscures ancient markings to the point of making them non-decipherable, and the floor is smooth and free of debris. A path of scrape marks mar the floor, leading to a large block of stone at the far end of the chamber. You also see a tethered Dream Eater, a grey cat that is sitting, a jagged crack and a burned fire. Also here: Philomath Miskton who is darkened by an unnatural shadow, Arcane Researcher Zandergast, Arcane Malcontent Nsar who is covered with whitened ridges, Apollys, Bog Orchid Harlowe, Alchemy Master Lilustra, Lyndrel, Phantom Udrouhilde who is darkened by an unnatural shadow, Herald of Nightmares Inneth who is enshrouded by scabrous slivers of fragmented reflections, Xelten, Esotericist Eyst, Woten who has a fiery visage, Misbehaving Mischief Melindrha who is surrounded by multicolored cloud of glitter, Blight Preserver Kretona, Harvester Tunba, Demyr, Searing Counterpoint Casari, Sothios, Voidwalker Zynell who is sitting, Master of Fate Keemar who is crowned by a ring of glimmering stars and Pipesmoker Anhur. Obvious exits: none.

Melindrha grins at Nsar.

A tethered Dream Eater gnashes its numerous needle-like teeth.

Melindrha says to Nsar, "You know I prefer permission."

Melindrha reaches out and touches Nsar, who gasps and gives her a startled look.

Zynell nods to Inneth.

Zynell gestures at Inneth.

Nsar nods.

Lyndrel gets a blue notebook with a dirt-smudged binding from inside his arzumodine haversack.

Lyndrel gets a dark gold stylus ensconced in delicate silver filigree from inside his arzumodine haversack.

Lyndrel unlatches and opens his blue notebook.

Anhur gazes about his surroundings, his vision drawn towards something unseen.

Melindrha reaches out and touches Inneth, who gasps and gives her a startled look.

Anhur says, "I am unable to listen to the Echoes."

Anhur blushes a bright red color.

You ponder.

Woten gazes about his surroundings, his vision drawn towards something unseen.

Woten inhales sharply. Though there is no apparent physical change to him, he seems more aloof.

Melindrha says, "Heart link will fall, so I will be re-linking later."

Lyndrel turns the page of his blue notebook.

You say, "We are almost there."

Lyndrel writes something in his blue notebook.

You ask, "Any other spells to be cast?"

Keemar gazes at you intently, clearly scrutinizing your aura.

Making a noise like the wailing of disembodied souls in torment, the tethered Dream Eater strains against its bonds, once again unsuccessful in breaking through their enchantment.

Inneth grabs a handful of wires attached to a tethered Dream Eater. In response, the Dream Eater lets out a gut-wrenching otherworldly howl, though its mouth does not seem to move.

Lyndrel ponders.

Keemar nods to you.

Zynell nods.

Keemar nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Keemar whispers, "i can sense you"

Zynell gestures at you.

A shaft of pure white light pools in Zynell's hands and streaks out toward you. An intense tingling washes through you as her spirit intertwines with yourself.

You say, "I will begin similar to any Cleric and make a representation of devotion."

(Nefis draws a well-practiced image of the Manifold upon the stone, a symbolic knot, seemingly made of intricately tied flesh.)

Woten chuckles.

Miskton jots down some notes.

Lyndrel turns the page of his blue notebook.

You fervently exclaim, "Loneliness, Abandonment, Emptiness, Disassociation! These are the things that the Manifold abhors!"

Nsar twitches several times as the ridges encompassing his form recede and vanish.

You clench your fist.

Anhur gazes about his surroundings, his vision drawn towards something unseen.

You fervently say, "The Gods revel in making orphans with their kidnappings, wars, and vengeance."

You get a small red salamander meticulously crafted from red gold from inside your leather belt.

Something squirms within your gut, tickling the back of your throat.

You quickly flick the switch on the back of the salamander, pointing it at some black charcoal as flames shoot out the creature's mouth, making the charcoal quickly catch fire.

You put your salamander in your leather belt.

Lyndrel writes something in his blue notebook.

You deftly remove the athame from your raekhlo.

Sothios nods to Zynell.

Zandergast leans forward.

You hold an athame with eerily glowing blackened moonsilver symbols inlaid upon the blade high into the air for all to see.

You fervently say, "These are the things We fight when We come together in Unity."

You draw a slight cut across your palm in ritualized fashion, drawing forth a small but useful amount of blood without any real injury.

Your stomach churns, roiling painfully, and you feel like you will vomit.

(Nefis slices open his palm and squeezes a few drops onto the flames)

Lyndrel turns the page of his blue notebook.

Miskton gazes at you.

Drip. Drip. Drip. The droplets sizzle with flares of purple. You momentarily lose control of your hand, and it twitches violently, tendons creaking.

You fervently say, "Supplicants, make your offering and join hands."

Miskton shakes his head.

Xelten narrows his eyes.

Melindrha inhales a great swallow of air.

Apollys's muscles ripple and his veins begin to stick out as he clenches his fist.

(Lilustra cuts her palm with her knife then grabs a hand next to her)

Within the small cut on your hand, something stirs. Your vision skews madly, a perspective peering outward from your hand frantically glances in all directions!

(Nefis reaches out to the necromancer next to him, blood intermingling as he grasps their hand.)

Kretona draws his knife and makes a thin cut across one of his hands.

Woten glances at Miskton.

Something tickles the back of your neck, but it must have been the wind.

Eyst frowns.

You say, "Lower the lights, please."

(Kretona joins hands with the other necromancers.)

Xelten rubs some black leather wraparound goggles with button-sized malachite lenses.

Kretona rubs a gaethzen skull strung upon frayed black rombazine cords.

Eyst quietly says to Miskton, "I think we've seen this one before."

Keemar rubs a portable gaethzen lamp with steelsilk straps.

You fervently exclaim, "Call out Your prayers to Them, that They may hear You Us and grant that which They We seek!"

You focus on the void of emptiness within yourself as you mutter a stark orison to the Bynaikae. Like a surging tidal wave, memories flood through you of a time before the now. Your senses are briefly overwhelmed.

Apollys glances at Miskton.

Melindrha reaches out and touches Kretona, who gasps and gives her a startled look.

You chant in a bass voice:

"Bynaikae, known as the Manifold

Bind Us in Unity

Send Us Your message and desires

Show Us Oneness!"

Your vision goes black momentarily, and you feel Them take control, your arm filling with bramble and fire as They assert Their will over You and They are here and You are One as One as Many as Many as One and what was once will always be...

(Inneth joins hands with the other necromancers.)

Nsar chants in a tenor voice:

"Bynaikae, Occupant of All Things, Endless Connector. Move through my mind and body and create unity through Us. Expand that which We are and make the space between small so that what We can give can be made useful to all."

They claw Their way outward, and You vomit a mass of fat and bone, Your hand pulling, pulling...

Woten blinks.

You feel it, the Precipice Over the Unknown, the remaining pinnacle of what was Ours what unraveled what will never be. It is close, so close.

Melindrha observes you with fascination.

A stunned Lilustra slowly tips over, falling on her face!

Lilustra shakes off the stun.

A stunned Harlowe slowly tips over, falling on her face!

Harlowe shakes off the stun.

A stunned Tunba slowly tips over, falling on his face!

Tunba shakes off the stun.

A stunned Apollys slowly tips over, falling on his face!

Apollys shakes off the stun.

A stunned Nsar slowly tips over, falling on his face!

Nsar shakes off the stun.

A stunned Zandergast slowly tips over, falling on his face!

Zandergast shakes off the stun.

A stunned Kretona slowly tips over, falling on his face!

Kretona shakes off the stun.

A stunned Melindrha slowly tips over, falling on her face!

Melindrha shakes off the stun.

A stunned Woten slowly tips over, falling on his face!

Woten shakes off the stun.

A stunned Keemar slowly tips over, falling on his face!

Keemar shakes off the stun.

A stunned Xelten slowly tips over, falling on his face!

Xelten shakes off the stun.

A stunned Anhur slowly tips over, falling on his face!

Anhur shakes off the stun.

A stunned Zynell slowly tips over, falling on her face!

Zynell shakes off the stun.

A stunned Sothios slowly tips over, falling on his face!

Sothios shakes off the stun.

You fall forward, landing on your face!

You shake off the stun.

A stunned Casari slowly tips over, falling on her face!

Casari shakes off the stun.

A stunned Demyr slowly tips over, falling on his face!

Demyr shakes off the stun.

A stunned Miskton slowly tips over, falling on his face!

Miskton shakes off the stun.

A stunned Eyst slowly tips over, falling on his face!

Eyst shakes off the stun.

A stunned Lyndrel slowly tips over, falling on his face!

Lyndrel shakes off the stun.

A stunned Udrouhilde slowly tips over, falling on her face!

Udrouhilde shakes off the stun.

A stunned Inneth slowly tips over, falling on his face!

Inneth shakes off the stun.

It came, it came, it unmade everything, and We fled, We will never be separated, never be removed, You are Ours are Ours are Ours...

A cacophony of voices clamor in fear, and suddenly, you feel yourself collapsing. The connection to the Precipice and was lurks beyond it falters, and your head throbs.

Miskton stands up.

Xelten stands up.

Woten stands up.

Sothios stands up.

Casari stands up.

Demyr stands up.

Zynell sits up.

Melindrha sits up.

They hide deeper, and We feel hesitancy and fear. There is history here, that We are unwilling to confront at this time. A momentary wave of nausea washes over you.

Tunba stands up.

Inneth stands up.

Udrouhilde stands up.

Lyndrel stands up.

Apollys springs to his feet in a sudden burst of vicious strength!

In a flash Apollys fills with a flood of resilient rage!

From the darkness you hear a reverential voice exclaim, "Pelsacahd! Hear me!"

Harlowe rises to a kneeling position.

Nsar stands up.

Zandergast stands up.

You shudder.

Lyndrel shudders.

Harlowe slowly empties her lungs.

Eyst sits up.

Zandergast leans forward.

Melindrha reaches out and touches Nsar, who gasps and gives her a startled look.

You pant.

Lyndrel writes something in his blue notebook.

You weakly say into the darkness, "It....is over....I think."

You hang your athame from your raekhlo. It rattles against the silver knife hanging from your raekhlo, and you adjust them.

Melindrha closes her eyes for a moment and grows still.

Sothios stands near Zynell.

You rise to a kneeling position.

Kretona chants in a tenor voice:

"Hunger, Let your Strength flow

Consume the Unbelievers"

You reach out and touch a large stone.

Inneth kneels down.

Xelten glances at Kretona.

Kretona rises to a kneeling position.

Nsar gets an ichor drenched prayer tapestry embroidered with the image of a slender woman from inside his multi-strapped carryall.

Nsar reverently lays his prayer tapestry at his feet, smoothing out its corners.

Nsar sits down on the prayer tapestry.

Melindrha rubs her sungold dragon and it pulses brightly, illuminating the surroundings with swirling blue and green colors.

Keemar stands up.

You ask into the darkness, "I....do you see?"

Keemar coughs.

Zynell casually observes the area.

Lilustra gazes down at the floor.

Melindrha leans forward.

You say, "It is Unity, safety..."

Nsar gets a partially-melted vengeance ruby skull biting a pure white aldamdin anvil from inside his multi-strapped carryall.

Nsar raises his skull up, and an orange glow surrounds it.

Lyndrel turns the page of his blue notebook.

Eyst nods in agreement.

A shiver runs up your spine.

K>look [Ice Cave, Forgotten Chambers] A bitter cold that chills the bones grips all who enter this smaller cavern. The walls are slick with ice which covers and obscures ancient markings to the point of making them non-decipherable, and the floor is smooth and free of debris. A path of scrape marks mar the floor, leading to a large block of stone at the far end of the chamber. You also see a tethered Dream Eater, a grey cat that is sitting, a jagged crack and a burned fire. Also here: Philomath Miskton who is darkened by an unnatural shadow, Arcane Researcher Zandergast, Arcane Malcontent Nsar who is sitting, Apollys, Bog Orchid Harlowe who is kneeling, Alchemy Master Lilustra who is kneeling, Lyndrel, Phantom Udrouhilde who is darkened by an unnatural shadow, Herald of Nightmares Inneth who is kneeling, Xelten, Esotericist Eyst who is sitting, Woten, Misbehaving Mischief Melindrha who is sitting, Blight Preserver Kretona who is kneeling, Harvester Tunba, Demyr, Searing Counterpoint Casari, Sothios, Voidwalker Zynell who is sitting, Master of Fate Keemar who is crowned by a ring of glimmering stars and Pipesmoker Anhur who is lying down. Obvious exits: none.

Kretona licks a glaes tail knife ensnared in the constricting tentacles of a demonbone kraken.

You say, "I do not know what you all witnessed..."

You hear the psychic whisper of Sivroch echoing in your mind, "A worthy attempt, Arcanist. A discussion for what is to come."

Zandergast shudders.

Lyndrel writes something in his blue notebook.

You rub your head.

Lyndrel puts his stylus in his arzumodine haversack.

Woten says, "Not much, truth be told."

Harlowe runs her fingers through her hair.

Woten says, "Echoes didn't reveal anything unusual."

A hint of irritation flashes across Inneth's face. His expression shifts almost imperceptibly until a moment later, he relaxes. For just an instant you sense something else nearby, but it's gone before you can identify it.

Miskton jots down some notes.

Casari says, "You vomited and fell over. That's about it."

Lyndrel says, "Amazing, I want to learn more."

Anhur stands up.

Melindrha says to you, "I mean, I'd love to take a look at your hand."

Woten says, "Well, pulling some sort of sphere out of the ground."

Miskton says to Casari, "I think that might be putting it a bit mildly."

Inneth says, "They are among us. Have no doubt of that."

You shake your head.

You say, "They are not ready."

Kretona nods at Inneth, obviously agreeing with his views.

You tug at the fingers of your leather gauntlets and gently pull them off of your hands.

Harlowe stands up.

(Nefis shows his left hand to Woten)

Kretona shivers.

Woten says to you, "Interesting."

Harlowe asks, "We.. were it?"

You ask, "Did...anyone get hurt?"

Melindrha looks thoughtfully at you.

You shake your head.

Inneth studies the faces around him.

Woten shakes his head.

Woten says, "Stunned for a moment."

Nsar nods.

Kretona nods.

Miskton says to you, "Just by being here, I seemed to experience a moment where my perspective shifted to looking up at you. I seem unharmed, though."

You say to Woten, "The mark of both a God and a demon."

Harlowe nods to Miskton.

Harlowe says, "I felt like I was here, and there."

Zandergast says, "I've not felt anything like this in years."

Lyndrel says, "A feeling, or sensation, but exhilaration all the same."

You whisper to Melindrha, "You wish to try and touch me? Link?"

Melindrha nods to you.

You nod to Melindrha.

Melindrha says to you, "This may feel odd."

Melindrha rests her hand on your arm with a soft smile.

Melindrha quickly recoils as if stung.

Eyst stands up.

Melindrha ponders.

You rub your left hand.

Zandergast winces.

Apollys says to you, "Well, existence still seems to ... exist. So it seems no harm has been done here."

Apollys nods politely to you.

Woten ponders.

Inneth smiles quietly to himself.

(Melindrha picks up Nefis' left hand and starts to straighten the bones, wiggling the fingernails around as she stares at it.)

You say to Apollys, "The Manifold wishes no harm upon you."

Apollys says, "You'll understand my hesitation to take that wholly to heart."

Xelten inhales deeply and adopts a naturally cyclical rhythm to his breaths.

Harlowe asks you, "What is the Manifold exactly?"

Miskton asks you, "And did you receive a message from all of that?"

Lilustra takes a seat.

You nod to Miskton.

You say, "I did."

Inneth says, "They hear us."

You stand back up.

You feel a bit weak in the knees and find yourself wobbling.

(Nefis stands unsteadily.)

You manage to slide your hands into your leather gauntlets without much difficulty. Tugging them slowly, you wiggle your fingers inside until they are snug. Though not as comfortable as you had hoped, the gauntlets still fit well.

The silvery sigils on your leather gauntlets glow with an intensely bright sickly brown light before fading again.

Melindrha looks thoughtfully at you.

Woten gestures, and a water ball forms in his hand.

Woten offers you a water ball. Enter ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Woten asks you, "Drink?"

You accept Woten's offer and are now holding a water ball.

Inneth inhales a great swallow of air.

You take a drink from the water ball. Ahhh! Cool and soothing.

Lyndrel says, "Truly wonderous, it feels like I have much to learn."

Woten takes a drink from his water ball.

You nod to Woten.

You say, "Thank you."

Eyst says, "So it sounds that it did not echo to the others as you desired."

Woten nods to you.

You shake your head at Eyst.

Woten says, "Looked like a draining experience."

You say to Eyst, "They did not feel ready yet."

Woten takes a drink from his water ball.

Inneth taps his marble amulet three times in rapid succession and a dull black glow envelops its surface. The tethered Dream Eater begins to lash its body about as if trying to break free from its enchanted bonds with every ounce of its strength! The miasmic ooze trickling out from the Dream Eater's wounds is drawn toward Inneth's amulet, quickly accelerating in both mass and speed until there is nothing of the nightmarish creature left visible at all. A shrill, otherworldly cry comes from within the marble, but is cut off as the dull glow recedes once more.

Woten asks, "Any pain with that tattoo?"

You shake your head at Woten.

Eyst ponders.

Woten nods.

You say to Eyst, "And...fear...I am unsure exactly how to interpret it."

Apollys asks, "Was there a why? What prevents the Manifold from... intervening, or whatever you'd call it?"

Inneth stands up.

You say, "We are unsure....We try to connect with Them, Us."

Xelten inhales deeply and adopts a naturally cyclical rhythm to his breaths.

Eyst says, "Interesting. I expect we could come up with several theories from this at least."

Melindrha rubs her neck.

You say, "And it is...successful, but the feeling of something more yet out of reach of understanding."

Lyndrel asks, "And what is Bynaikae?"

(Nefis seems to be struggling with how to put into words what he has fel.t)

Lyndrel gets a blue notebook with a dirt-smudged binding from inside his arzumodine haversack.

Lyndrel reads his blue notebook.

You grimace.

Harlowe frowns.

Miskton jots down some notes.

Inneth removes his abhorrent mask, revealing his face.

You say to Lyndrel, "They are one of the Profane...a collective entity."

You say, "And my patron."

Zandergast says, "They are death."

You sneer at Zandergast.

Zandergast shudders.

Lyndrel gets a dark gold stylus ensconced in delicate silver filigree from inside his arzumodine haversack.

Lyndrel turns the page of his blue notebook.

Nsar frowns, shaking his head with an expression of exasperation before resting his face in the palm of his hand.

Lyndrel says, "Fascinating."

You fervently say, "They are Unity."

Sothios rubs Zynell gently, massaging her muscles.

Zandergast flushes briefly.

Lyndrel writes something in his blue notebook.

Kretona's tail undulates lazily through the air.

Harlowe nibbles her lip thoughtfully.

Kretona shivers.

Melindrha closes her eyes for a moment and grows still.

Woten asks, "How does this match up with what you hoped would happen?"

Lilustra grins.

Apollys casually observes the area.

You say into the darkness, "It did not...unfortunately..."

You sigh.

You resignedly say into the darkness, "I'd hoped that you could feel what I felt, the emotions, the visions."

Xelten raises an eyebrow.

You get a pyramid candle from inside your multi-strapped carryall.

Apollys asks, "What made you choose this place? Is this place significant to your methods?"

You get a small red salamander meticulously crafted from red gold from inside your leather belt.

You quickly flick the switch on the back of the salamander, pointing it at a pyramid candle as flames shoot out the creature's mouth, making the candle quickly catch fire.

You nod to Apollys.

You say, "I have performed rituals here for years."

You say, "With significant success."

Apollys says, "I... ugh. I lament the words I'm about to speak."

You say, "I gained the circular scar on my hand at this very stone slab."

You reach out and touch a large stone.

You say, "As I destroyed a traitorous item given to me by Saemaus."

Apollys asks, "Is there a power to this place? Something I cannot see, perhaps. And in that same vein, are there other places of such power?"

You sneer.

Lyndrel says, "Yes, what is the purpose of this place? And it's signifance to manifold."

Zynell angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at you.

Melindrha raises an eyebrow.

You say, "Do you not feel the loneliness in this Cavern? How forgotten it is? They reside in places that have been abandoned, much like those they seek to help."

Zandergast says, "It is oddly serene here."

Woten asks, "Ever had a bard try and recall in here?"

Apollys says, "I suppose I see your point."

You shake your head at Woten.

Harlowe ponders.

Casari says to Woten, "There is nothing of that sort of significance here."

Anhur says, "Nothing notable here."

Woten nods.

You ponder.

Zynell asks you, "Perhaps a story for another time, but what did you destroy?"

You get an enruned black shell talisman from inside your multi-strapped carryall.

Harlowe glances at Zynell.

You say to Zynell, "Another time."

Zynell nods to you.

Zynell smiles.

You say to Casari, "Could you recall this."

Casari looks thoughtfully at you.

You offer your shell talisman to Casari, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Type CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Lyndrel ponders.

Casari has accepted your offer and is now holding an enruned black shell talisman.

Xelten glances at Casari.

Casari looks at you and shrugs.

Casari offers you an enruned black shell talisman. Enter ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You accept Casari's offer and are now holding an enruned black shell talisman.

Casari says, "Nothing special."

You put your talisman in your multi-strapped carryall.

Apollys says to you, "Very well. If what I think I've learned here is true, then I am interested in your further... research. From arm's length."

Apollys nods politely.

Zandergast rubs a cambrinth raccoon medallion.

You nod to Apollys.

You say to Apollys, "That is all I ask...an equal opportunity."

Lyndrel writes something in his blue notebook.

Melindrha closes her eyes for a moment and grows still.

Apollys quietly says to himself, "The wrong tool for the right reason."

Apollys mutters to himself.

Lyndrel shrugs.

Woten says, "An interesting glimpse behind the curtain."

You say, "I have much to think over. I appreciate everyone coming. Perhaps soon we can come together and speak on this. Failing that, perhaps at the next vision meetings."

Woten says, "I'm disappointed to have seen so little, but maybe it's for the best."

Xelten gives a slight nod.

You ask Miskton, "If that would be alright...I think it might fit?"

Xelten gestures.

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

Harlowe sighs.

Zandergast says, "Thank you for sharing the experience."

Miskton says to you, "I think it might. There certainly seemed to be some, ah, similar elements to one of the visions discussed earlier this evening."

Woten snorts, loudly.

Woten says, "That's putting it mildly."

Lyndrel says, "Yes, thank you. I hope to learn more."

Kretona nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Woten nods.

Woten stretches his arms.

Woten says, "Alright, safe travels everyone."

Woten raises his hand in a quick salute.

Woten hugs Melindrha, who wraps her arms around Woten with a warm smile.

Demyr nods politely.

Melindrha just hugged Woten.

Woten bows his head, acknowledging you.

Lyndrel bows to you.

Eyst says, "Indeed. I'm certain everyone feels the need for time to digest what occured. Some interesting parallels we'll have to discuss."

You nod to Eyst.

Zandergast says, "Pleasure meeting new folks with similar interests."

Lyndrel nods to Zandergast.

You say, "We can escort everyone back to the barricade if need be."