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Re: Uhh...*something* happens in Crossing · on 7/9/2009 9:59:10 PM 4220
Holy crap, Bard power.

Thanks Ysselt and Aveda for these!

This is the PERCEIVE (history) info for the Fire symbol on Dafora:

The bloody symbol pulses with history, drawing your vision far afield.

Distant screams echo in your ears and not even the moonless downpour you find yourself in can wash away the smell of blood and burning wood. You are crouched furtively in the underbrush, watching men in clerical robes shout out maledictions while men in armor so polished that it reflects the flame's glimmer set your village on fire... and anyone who tries to run away.

Bile and impotent rage rise in your throat. You grope at the underbrush, searching for a branch, a stone -- anything. Your hand wraps around something cold and you withdraw a discarded hunting knife.

This is the Failure one on Lorethew:

The bloody symbol pulses with history, drawing your vision far afield.

"Come on out, Necromancer," a man in shiny plate mail calls out, while holding a knife to your child's throat. "Someone must face judgment today, choose which!"

You look down from your vantage point at the pair. The man with the arrogant voice is indistinguishable as an individual due to his armor, while the ten year old boy in his arms is paralyzed with fear.

"I don't want to do this," the man lies. "This is entirely in your hands. Give up and the boy will be spared. Play your games and it's all your fault!"

You bite your tongue. The man does not wait very long to carry out his threat and push the little corpse away in disgust. Your child's head lolls around the ground and then comes to a rest, staring up at you with sightless wonder. Guilt threatens to seize you, but you expertly deny it: the other man did it. The Great Work demands your survival. History will applaud your pragmatism once all men have quit the night.

You realize with abstract horror that cowardice isn't hard at all.



Rev. Reene

This message was originally posted in Events and Happenings in DragonRealms' Elanthia (13) \ Zoluren Events (14), by IDONS-BUDDY on the play.net forums.