Cambin/Logs/2026-06-06
Nawain's Friends Extract Revenge
> Aenigma says to Prenikki in a melodic accent, "Be careful, that paladin might try and kidnap you."
You say, "I will? I've never kidnapped anyone."
> Aenigma says to you in a melodic accent, "You're a liar too, I've spoken with Nawain."
You say, "Aided after the fact, certainly."
> Aenigma says to you in a melodic accent, "And yet you sit in the empath guild as if you did nothing wrong. Shameful."
You say, "No, truth. I didn't abduct Nawain. I was there after the abduction part."
> profile aen
Name: Aenigma Hallow
Race: Elf Spouse: Single
Preferred Location: Ker'Leor
Features: Aenigma has an a small goldenglow glaes sunburst accenting one side of an oval face, a fall of etrana flowers in mingling hues of cobalt and ruby cascading behind one of her pointed ears, thick-lashed violet eyes and a metallic green quelium nose ring resembling a vine hooked through the right side of a button nose. Her black hair is very long and extravagant, and is worn braided in a regal coronet threaded with a midnight-purple dergatine ribbon strung with diacan shrike charms. She has deathly pale skin decorated with smudged ink tracings of weird squiggles and a pair of resplendent spun glitter fairy wings tracing a shimmering halo around a svelte figure. She is short for an Elf.
Roleplay Stance: Heavy
PvP Stance: Guarded
Quote: ""She was a storm in a teacup, a riddle wrapped in silk, and a secret that whispered its own name.""
> > > Aenigma says in a melodic accent, "Oh I am sure that makes it much better to be there after the fact."
You say, "No, but don't tell lies about me doing the abduction."
> Aenigma says in a melodic accent, "Either way you're a shame to your guild."
> Eionelthaniel raises an eyebrow.
You shrug.
You say, "I may be. Yet here I am, with all my paladin powers intact."
> Eionelthaniel chuckles.
> Aenigma asks in a melodic accent, "Shall we be impressed?"
You say, "You'd think if Chadatru gave a flying fig he'd take them from me."
You say, "But all he cares about is lip service. So here I am."
> Aenigma says in a melodic accent, "Sounds like something you'd be good at."
You yawn.
> Eionelthaniel says to you in a rustic accent, "You need a DK badge.. or tattoo."
> You nod to Eionelthaniel.
> Eionelthaniel says in a rustic accent, "You always seem to be in the middle of some drama."
You say to Eionelthaniel, "I'm tragically misunderstood."
You nod.
> Eionelthaniel ponders.
Eionelthaniel says in a rustic accent, "Or just targically misdirected..."
(a bunch of time passes while Team Good gathers)
> Aenigma says to Rekletuzrit in a melodic accent, "Hello good paladin who doesn't hurt people and torture them and think it's ok."
> Rekletuzrit bows his head and chants a mantra.
You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Divine Armor spell.
> Elurora glances at Aenigma.
> Elurora glances at you.
> Elurora snorts, loudly.
> Rekletuzrit ponders.
> Rosranteal gestures.
> Rekletuzrit says, "Well I dont torture them."
> Rekletuzrit gestures.
Rekletuzrit's cambrinth prism emits a loud *snap*.
> > Teilnsar amusedly asks in an Ilithic accent, "What is the name of a Paladin who tortures and thinks it is ok?"
> Eionelthaniel chuckles at Aenigma.
> Zynell nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views.
> Oliseo bows his head and chants a prayer.
> Aenigma points at you.
> Rekletuzrit bows his head and chants a mantra.
You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Aspirant's Aegis spell.
> Rekletuzrit says, "Adan'f food."
> > Aenigma nods.
> You notice Alafret attempting to conceal her spell preparations.
Alafret assumes a calm stance, concentrating on something.
> Umptiskrunk says to Teilnsar, "They call them Guildleaders."
> Umptiskrunk nods.
Zemfreed puts his book in his silk haversack.
> Teilnsar laughs!
> Zemfreed gets a polished steel drawknife with an ivory hilt from inside his silk haversack.
> High Priestess Aemaranth just arrived.
> > Zemfreed looks at Umptiskrunk, obviously trying not to grin.
> Whistling looks at Arofice and shrugs.
> Elurora pulls Aemaranth to her in a tight hug.
> Aemaranth pulls Elurora to her in a tight hug.
> Oliseo gestures.
Oliseo's cambrinth cobra emits a loud *snap*.
A bright silver nimbus roars up around Oliseo as lights the hue of cambrinth dust descend in a chime-soft waterfall.
> You notice as a furry-footed snow lynx with a luscious white coat tipped in icy silver scratches itself.
> Rekletuzrit gestures.
Rekletuzrit's cambrinth prism emits a loud *snap*.
An opalescent glow momentarily illuminates him before sinking into his skin.
> Oliseo bows his head and chants a prayer.
> Elurora gently kisses Aemaranth on the cheek.
> Teilnsar amusedly says in an Ilithic accent, "I shant disagree there."
> Aemaranth pulls Elurora close in a slow, lingering kiss.
> Zemfreed puts his drawknife in his silk haversack.
> You feel fully attuned to the mana streams again.
> Zemfreed gets a polished steel wood shaper from inside his silk haversack.
You begin chanting a prayer to invoke the Heroic Strength spell.
You harness a large amount of energy and attempt to channel it into your cambrinth prism.
You are able to channel all the energy into the prism.
The cambrinth prism absorbs all of the energy.
R> > Whistling bows to Teilnsar.
> A bright monarch butterfly flutters over to land atop one of the half-closed faint violet flowers within the vela'tohr plant. Within a few moments it seems to grow tired of its perch and floats off on a gentle breeze to a new destination.
> Alafret gestures.
> Elurora says to Aemaranth, "I got tricked into makeup."
> Elurora glances at Zynell.
> [buff-watcher]>charge my prism 39
You harness a large amount of energy and attempt to channel it into your cambrinth prism.
You are able to channel all the energy into the prism.
The cambrinth prism absorbs all of the energy.
R> Teilnsar bows to Whistling.
> > > > Oliseo makes a holy gesture and intones reverently, "Meraud, hear my plea!"
He begins to glow with a powerful divine aura.
> Zynell's ears straighten up smartly as she gazes at Aemaranth, a look of pride on her face.
The cambrinth prism pulses with Holy energy. You reach for its center and forge a magical link to it, readying all of its mana for your use. By directing your focus, you ensure that energy is drawn only when spells are cast.
R> Aenigma says to Teilnsar in a melodic accent, "He is proud of the fact he aided after the fact in the kidnapping of Nawain and tortured her."
> Oliseo puts his cobra in his haversack.
> Zemfreed puts his shaper in his silk haversack.
> Zemfreed gets a steel carving knife from inside his silk haversack.
> > You sense the invisible magic guarding you fade.
> Elurora asks, "He's proud of it?"
> > Elurora raises an eyebrow in Aenigma's direction.
> Aenigma nods to Elurora.
> You feel fully prepared to cast your spell.
You gesture.
Your cambrinth prism emits a loud *snap* as it discharges all its power to aid your spell.
The spell takes effect, the invisible flame of your soul intertwining with your flesh. You feel holy strength and vigor course through your body.
Rekletuzrit bows his head and chants a mantra.
You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Tamsine's Kiss spell.
> Eionelthaniel leans against a willow tree.
> Aemaranth's body below the waist is dripping water everywhere.
> You roll your eyes.
> You feel fully rested.
> Eionelthaniel continues to chant the infectious strains of Faenella's Grace, seeming to lose himself in the very rhythms he produces.
> Elurora fixes you with a serene, lofty stare.
> Aemaranth says to Elurora in a melodic accent, "You are beautiful."
> Elurora asks you, "Is that true?"
> Some birds settle on the statue, picking tidbits from it as they hop among the selections. What they don't take gets shredded or pecked apart in the process.
With their beaks clutching their treasures, the birds flitter away.
> Rekletuzrit says, "Ohh, one of those guys."
> Zemfreed puts his knife in his silk haversack.
> > Zemfreed gets a polished steel wood shaper from inside his silk haversack.
> > > > Eionelthaniel whistles a soft dirge to himself.
> > Aemaranth asks Elurora in a melodic accent, "Who is proud of what?"
> Arofice gets an elegant diamond-hide almanac bearing a platinum Estate Holder's crest from inside his shadowsilk cloak.
> Arofice studies his diamond-hide almanac closely.
> > Rekletuzrit gestures.
Rekletuzrit's cambrinth prism emits a loud *snap*.
> > Zemfreed puts his shaper in his silk haversack.
> Zemfreed gets a steel carving knife from inside his silk haversack.
> > > Arofice puts his almanac in his shadowsilk cloak.
Eionelthaniel smiles at Aemaranth.
> You notice a furry-footed snow lynx with a luscious white coat tipped in icy silver sniff at Aemaranth for a moment.
> Zemfreed puts his knife in his silk haversack.
> Zynell says to Aemaranth, "I am proud of how good elu's lashes look."
> Eionelthaniel says in a rustic accent, "Hello Aemaranth."
> Zemfreed gets a polished steel wood shaper from inside his silk haversack.
> Elurora slowly asks you, "Are you proud of what you did to Miss Nawain?"
> Aenigma says in a melodic accent, "He said something about lip service and keeping his powers, I'm just a cleric, I do not know what he means."
> Zynell nods emphatically at Elurora.
> > > > Eionelthaniel nods to Zynell.
> Alafret exhales softly on her sanowret crystal, and scintillating sparks of light dance across its surface.
> Eionelthaniel says in a rustic accent, "Came out nice."
> Aemaranth asks Eionelthaniel in a melodic accent, "Hello you. How are you and Couri doing?"
>
You say, "I'm not proud, of anything. That's you making claims. I simply set you straight on what actually happened."
> Zemfreed puts his shaper in his silk haversack.
> Zemfreed gets a steel carving knife from inside his silk haversack.
> Zatawni finishes playing a spritely jig on her silverwillow ocarina.
> Aemaranth says in a melodic accent, "Oh."
Reverend Gragnel just arrived.
> Aemaranth says in a melodic accent, "He is here."
> Aemaranth's body below the waist is soaked.
> Aemaranth stretches her arms.
> You notice Zatawni attempting to conceal her spell preparations.
Zatawni assumes a calm stance, concentrating on something.
> Rekletuzrit bows his head and chants a mantra.
You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Clarity spell.
> You've gained a new rank in your attunement to the mana streams.
> Zynell grins at Gragnel.
> Zemfreed puts his knife in his silk haversack.
> Zemfreed gets a polished steel wood shaper from inside his silk haversack.
> Arofice gazes intently into his sanowret crystal, and scintillating sparks of light dance across its surface.
> > Rekletuzrit glances at you.
> Aenigma says to you in a melodic accent, "You said you were pretty ok with what you did."
Gragnel says, "I heard there was a Holy magic class going on.."
> > Gragnel praises Zynell.
> Gragnel begins to listen to Zynell teach the Holy Magic skill.
> > Elurora asks you, "Then you regret what you did?"
> Zynell nods to Gragnel.
> > > Rekletuzrit gestures.
Rekletuzrit's cambrinth prism emits a loud *snap*.
> Zatawni gestures.
Zatawni's pupils dilate slightly.
> Zynell says to Gragnel, "Blame the bard."
> Eionelthaniel's voice takes on an almost lyrical quality as he launches into the chorus of Faenella's Grace, each word flowing to the next with a seamless ease.
> Zemfreed puts his shaper in his silk haversack.
> Gragnel beams at Zynell!
> Zemfreed gets a steel carving knife from inside his silk haversack.
> > Zatawni closes her eyes for a moment and grows still.
> > Aemaranth glances about with a murderous look in her eyes.
> A quiet hissing surrounds you for a brief moment.
> Rekletuzrit begins to lecture Aenigma on the proper use of the Small Edged skill.
> You notice a furry-footed snow lynx with a luscious white coat tipped in icy silver sniff at Gragnel for a moment.
> Zatawni closes her eyes for a moment and grows still.
You say, "It's clear none of you have actually spoken to Nawain. You're as ignorant as you are tedious."
> Aenigma begins to listen to Rekletuzrit teach the Small Edged skill.
> Eionelthaniel's movements come down from their fluid and somewhat manic tempo.
> Zemfreed puts his knife in his silk haversack.
> Zemfreed gets a polished steel wood shaper from inside his silk haversack.
> Zatawni fumbles slightly as she begins a spritely jig on her silverwillow ocarina.
> Gragnel says to Zynell, "What are we blaming Bards ffor this time? I mean it's probably deserved anyways."
> Elurora says to you, "I have spoken to Nawain, she told me you tortured her."
> Rekletuzrit bows his head and chants a mantra.
You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Divine Guidance spell.
> Aemaranth says to you in a melodic accent, "If you insult anyone here, I am going to make you past tense."
> Rekletuzrit gasps!
> Aenigma says in a melodic accent, "Actually I've spoken to her, she told me the same thing."
> Zemfreed puts his shaper in his silk haversack.
> Zemfreed gets a double-sided steel rasp with a maple handle from inside his silk haversack.
> Elurora folds her arms across her chest.
> > Gragnel drinks a portion of some sacramental wine out of a black leather longcoat decorated in homage to Damaris.
> Rekletuzrit gestures.
Rekletuzrit's cambrinth prism emits a loud *snap*.
Brilliant, hair-like threads of light form a wispy crown around his head.
> Elurora asks you, "Would you like to share your side?"
> > > > Zemfreed puts his rasp in his silk haversack.
> Zemfreed gets a polished steel wood shaper from inside his silk haversack.
You ask, "Hypocrites, all of you. How many people have been tortured by the Inquisition? How many of you have cruelly and gruesomly killed all manner of things?"
> Your profound inspiration wanes and expires as thin, wispy lines of light alternately appear and disappear near your head.
>
> > > With the speed of a striking snake, Aemaranth catches you in the throat with the edge of her flattened palm, knocking the air out of you and sending your vocal cords into shock!
> Teilnsar amusedly says in an Ilithic accent, "I think I missed something."
> Aenigma says in a melodic accent, "Me? None."
> > > Aemaranth says to you in a melodic accent, "Be quiet and leave."
> Zemfreed puts his shaper in his silk haversack.
Zemfreed gets a steel carving knife from inside his silk haversack.
> Rekletuzrit yawns expansively.
Rekletuzrit bows his head and chants a mantra.
You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Marshal Order spell.
> > With a slight tremor in his voice, Eionelthaniel reprises the last few words of the chorus of his infectious tune, drawing out the final note of each phrase and letting it gradually fade.
> Zemfreed puts his knife in his silk haversack.
> Zemfreed gets a polished steel wood shaper from inside his silk haversack.
> Whistling nods.
> > Arofice grins at Whistling.
> Rekletuzrit gestures.
Rekletuzrit's cambrinth prism emits a loud *snap*.
> '}aemaranth Go pray to the hypocritical gods you serve.
> That requires control of your vocal cords, something you don't have right now. Try again in, oh, 1 minute or so.
> Elurora says to you, "I asked you if you wanted to share your side, I am willing to hear it. I can't speak for anyone else though."
> Zemfreed puts his shaper in his silk haversack.
> > > Zemfreed gets a steel carving knife from inside his silk haversack.
> You notice as a furry-footed snow lynx with a luscious white coat tipped in icy silver looks around suspiciously.
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Gragnel exhales softly on his sanowret crystal, and scintillating sparks of light dance across its surface.
> > > > > Zemfreed puts his knife in his silk haversack.
> Zemfreed gets a polished steel wood shaper from inside his silk haversack.
> > With a startled jolt the loose tendrils strewn about by the vela'tohr plant rise to waver about in the air, searching for hostile intruders.
Rekletuzrit asks, "And what, pray tell, has the inquisition done to you?"
You aren't harnessing any mana.
You begin chanting a prayer to invoke the Aspirant's Aegis spell.
You harness a large amount of energy and attempt to channel it into your cambrinth prism.
You are able to channel all the energy into the prism.
The cambrinth prism absorbs all of the energy.
R> Zatawni finishes playing a spritely jig on her silverwillow ocarina.
> [buff-watcher]>charge my prism 39
You harness a large amount of energy and attempt to channel it into your cambrinth prism.
You are able to channel all the energy into the prism.
The cambrinth prism absorbs all of the energy.
R> > Rekletuzrit bows his head and chants a mantra.
You recognize the familiar mnemonics of the Truffenyi's Rally spell.
> [buff-watcher]>invoke my prism spell
That requires control of your vocal cords, something you don't have right now. Try again in, oh, 40 seconds or so.
> > > Zemfreed puts his shaper in his silk haversack.
> You notice Zatawni attempting to conceal her spell preparations.
Zatawni assumes a calm stance, concentrating on something.
> Zemfreed gets a double-sided steel rasp with a maple handle from inside his silk haversack.
> Ierii absently twirls the tips of his mustache between his fingers.
> You feel fully prepared to cast your spell.
> Aemaranth says to Elurora in a melodic accent, "I told him not to insult people. He just did. The only reason that he is still breathing is because of you."
You yawn.
> Laveaux just arrived with a gleam in her eye.
You gesture.
A comforting opalescent glow momentarily illuminates you before sinking into your skin.
> You feel fully rested.
> Eionelthaniel continues to chant the infectious strains of Faenella's Grace, seeming to lose himself in the very rhythms he produces.
> > Zemfreed puts his rasp in his silk haversack.
> Rekletuzrit speaks a few words of righteousness in Truffenyi's name.
Suddenly, Rekletuzrit's voice is amplified tenfold as it echoes off to the distance, punctuated by a loud rallying call!
> Strange wisps of spectral flame streak and whorl around Aemaranth.
> > Laveaux exudes life and vitality, rutilant sparks dancing around her.
> > Zatawni gestures.
Zatawni's pupils dilate slightly.
> Zatawni closes her eyes for a moment and grows still.
Zemfreed puts his comb in his dreamweave pack.
> Laveaux stops teaching.
> > Zatawni closes her eyes for a moment and grows still.
> Elurora says to Aemaranth, "He doesn't seem to want to actually share his side, I will not stop you from keeping your word to Miss Siendra."
> Umptiskrunk gets a fat turnip from a pile on the ground.
> You finally manage to gain control of your vocal cords.
> Umptiskrunk messily gobbles down a fat turnip.
> Umptiskrunk licks the tips of his fingers.
> Rekletuzrit says, "Situational awareness angsty one."
> > Zatawni fumbles slightly as she begins a spritely jig on her silverwillow ocarina.
> act can't speak at the moment.
(Cambin can't speak at the moment.)
> Zemfreed gets some maple lumber from inside his portable bookcase.
> Zemfreed gets some steel curved scissors from inside his silk haversack.
> > You've gained a new rank in your knowledge of utility magic.
> Zemfreed puts his scissors in his silk haversack.
> Zemfreed puts his lumber in his portable bookcase.
> Aemaranth says to Elurora in a melodic accent, "Okay. Thank you."
> Aemaranth's eyes glisten with a strange red light.
> > Aemaranth gestures at you.
You sense the arrival of a dark presence.
> > > > Aemaranth's spirit lashes out at your own!
You wince in pain as Aemaranth's aura nicks a small portion of your spirit away.
A lucent sphere enfolds Aemaranth.
You are stunned!
S> Zemfreed gets a book of master shaping instructions from inside his silk haversack.
> Zemfreed stares intently at his comb instructions.
> Gragnel says, "Oooof. I know that spell."
> Arofice nods to Whistling.
> Aemaranth gestures at you.
Your supernatural courage comes to the surface, steeling your mind and soul.
Something slippery as an eel creeps into your soul, engendering horrid feelings of inadequacy. You are thrown into a void of spiritual oppression.
You drop to your knees before Aemaranth, sobbing in dysphoria.
K> Gragnel nods.
K> Zemfreed puts his book in his silk haversack.
K> Zemfreed gets a polished steel drawknife with an ivory hilt from inside his silk haversack.
K> Aemaranth's spirit lashes out at your own!
The essence shatters through your aura, tearing mercilessly at your spirit. The pain grows to be too much to bear, and you crumple in agony under the force of the onslaught.
A lucent sphere enfolds Aemaranth.
Your spirit is weakened beyond its ability to sustain your body!
A panicked scream pierces the air. "Murderer!" You notice the nearby citizenry staring at Aemaranth briefly, before most quickly run off in fear.
A soft red glow appears over your body.
You feel your righteous rage dissipate.
Your sense of protection leaves you.
The holy golden radiance of your soul subsides, retreating into your body.
You sense the invisible magic guarding you fade.
Your great helm returns to its normal condition.
Your field plate returns to its normal condition.
Your tower shield returns to its normal condition.
Your heavy plate sleeves return to their normal condition.
The Tamsine's Kiss pattern falters and dissipates, its distracting healing sensation departing with it.
Your death cry echoes in your brain as it quickly dawns on you that you have just died! Already, you feel the tug of eternity upon your soul and you struggle to remain tied to this world.
A chill takes the seat of your soul as your remaining spiritual strength bleeds away steadily. However, you are comforted that you have curried the favor of your god, which will greatly improve the course of your resurrection or reincarnation.
Your body will decay beyond its ability to hold your soul in 10 minutes.
A panicked scream pierces the air. "Murderer!" You notice the nearby citizenry staring at Aemaranth briefly, before most quickly run off in fear.
DEAD> Aemaranth says in a melodic accent, "Kneel and die."
DEAD> Laveaux begins to listen to Opulencia teach the Shield Usage skill.
DEAD> DEAD> Whistling blinks.
DEAD> You sense the dark presence depart.
DEAD> DEAD> DEAD> 'Hypocrites. Killing the unarmed.
You say, "Hypocrites. Killing the unarmed."
DEAD> DEAD> Aenigma grabs your body and drags it out with her.
[The Crossing, Magen Road] (10071)
The whitewashed building before you is stark and functional. A sign mounted on it is hand painted and carved with cunning skill. White-robed figures and all manner of injured and infirm people stream in and out of a double door, leaving thin trails of blood on the spotless pavement.You also see a stone urn and a wide arch.
Also here: Temple Maiden Aenigma.
Obvious paths: east, south, west.
Room Number: 764
Temple Maiden Aenigma went through a double door.
DEAD> Sszlhh just arrived.
DEAD> Sszlhh runs east.
DEAD> avoid drag
You're now allowing attempts to drag.
DEAD> Enelvar just arrived.
DEAD> Enelvar went through a double door.
DEAD> Enelvar just arrived.
DEAD> Enelvar goes south.
DEAD> Wayngru just arrived.
DEAD> Wayngru runs west.
DEAD> Bloodbeast Skaveneck just arrived.
DEAD> Bloodbeast Skaveneck went through a wide arch.
DEAD> Dreamweaver Itheron just arrived.
DEAD> Dreamweaver Itheron runs south.
Bloodbeast Skaveneck came through a wide arch.
DEAD> Bloodbeast Skaveneck goes south.
DEAD> avoid drag
You're now allowing attempts to drag.
DEAD> Archivist Nuriel just arrived.
DEAD> Archivist Nuriel runs east.
Zawra Vilks Rhorgul just arrived.
DEAD> Zawra Vilks Rhorgul lopes west.
DEAD> Enelvar just arrived.
Enelvar went through a double door.
DEAD> Enelvar just arrived.
DEAD> depart
You feel yourself lifted gently, cradled as if by a mother's hand.
You suddenly find yourself floating upward, the light dimming slowly around you. Eventually, everything vanishes as the distance increases and you are enveloped by a sparkling panorama of brilliantly lit stars.
[The Starry Road]
You find yourself walking along a road like one you have never seen before. Spread out before you is a stream of light, paved with stars and bounded by every constellation and planet you had ever seen while a mortal, only now more vibrant and somehow alive.
Also in the room: The Starry Host
Obvious exits: north
>
You walk forward, putting one foot in front of the other, wandering closer to something which never seems nearer. Time, space and distance have no meaning in this place, leaving you feeling nothing but a strange peace tempered by a prickly feeling that your destiny is not yet finished.
After what seems an eternity, you reach a gate. Before you stands a stoney-faced being who gives you a gentle look before saying, "By the grace of the Immortals you venerate, your soul is spared from the Void. Do not squander their gift." With a swift movement of his hand you suddenly feel yourself pulled back to the land of the living.
You feel a burst of pain as you gasp in a deep breath! All around you the world spins rapidly and you get the feeling you are falling from a great distance. After a moment, the spinning stops and you realize with joy that you are alive...
[Resurrection Creche, Li Stil rae Kwego ia Kweld] (754028)
Fragrant smoke drifts from censers to carry periodic ripples of sound from the rooms beyond, bringing the silvery chime of bells and rhythmic cadence of chant to rise and fall in the air like the heartbeat of the Temple itself. An ivory rug cloaks the floor, surrounding an altar of translucent obsidian swirled with fiery highlights. Stained-glass gaethzen orbs circle the altar with a misty nimbus of violet light shading to crimson and then to amber and gold -- the colors of dawn and of life renewed.You also see an iron-bound oak door set in the far wall.
Obvious paths: clockwise, widdershins.
Room Number: 5865
P> stand
You stand back up.
(Cam going back to the Courtyard)
[Empaths' Guild, Courtyard Garden] (**)
Open to the sky, this spot is sheltered from the worst of the weather and elements by a rich cedar arbor. In the center of the courtyard, a small fountain, filled with the darting forms of tiny fish, babbles to itself. Several elaborately-carved cedar benches are placed at one edge of the garden, directly across from a cushioned swing hanging from the arbor by wrought iron chains. A riot of seasonal plants compete for the attention of those who pass here, and a whispering willow tree looms overhead as if creating a protective mantle.You also see a pile of turnips, some golden vela'tohr nectar, a pile of aevaes leaves, a furry-footed snow lynx with a luscious white coat tipped in icy silver that is sitting, a large vela'tohr plant, an Empath renown scroll, a marble statue of an elegant Elven woman carrying a shallow basin in her arms, a small stone firepit, a silver tea cart with several things on it, a simple covered sideboard with several things on it and some shallow stone stairs.
Also here: Temple Maiden Aenigma, War Healer Laveaux who is sitting, Reverend Gragnel, High Priestess Aemaranth who is shrouded in ghostly flames, Midnighter Whistling, All-Seeing Zemfreed who is sitting, Wharf Wolf Rekletuzrit, Meteorologist Umptiskrunk, Wildling Sparron, Arofice who is sitting, Ierii, Empath Alafret who is sitting, Oliseo who is emanating a bright holy aura, Lord Knight Teilnsar, Truthseeker Elurora whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light, Rosranteal, Opulencia, Damaris' Storyteller Zynell who is emanating a bright holy aura, Master Empath Linanna who is surrounded by a pink cloud of glitter, Life Defender Zatawni and Bard of Stars Eionelthaniel who has scraps of sheet music scattered about their feet.
Obvious paths: northeast, east, west, down, out.
Room Number: 5713
You laugh!
> > Gragnel says to Elurora, "Yes, she told me of things as well."
> 'Hypocrites, all of you.
You say, "Hypocrites, all of you."
> Enelvar just arrived.
> Eionelthaniel's voice takes on an almost lyrical quality as he launches into the chorus of Faenella's Grace, each word flowing to the next with a seamless ease.
You feel enlightened by the infectious chant, its easy-to-follow rhythms heightening your capacity to study.
> > Aemaranth gestures at you.
Something slippery as an eel creeps into your soul, engendering horrid feelings of inadequacy. You are thrown into a void of spiritual oppression.
You drop to your knees before Aemaranth, sobbing in dysphoria.
K> Whistling blinks.
K> K> Elurora touches Aemaranth with a confident grace and heartfelt smile.
K> stand
You don't seem to be able to move to do that.
K> K> o
Arofice asks, "So how did you not end up in jail for murder?"
K> You don't seem to be able to move to do that.
K> Enelvar asks, "Hello, is any one free for some healing?"
>stand
You don't seem to be able to move to do that.
K> o
Rekletuzrit says, "I also am wondering why he would think sister wouldnt talk to anyone."
K> You don't seem to be able to move to do that.
K> Aemaranth says in a melodic accent, "Be quiet or I will do it agin."
K> K> Zatawni gestures.
Zatawni's pupils dilate slightly.
K> Zemfreed puts his rasp in his silk haversack.
K> Elurora asks you, "Do you want to share your side?"
K> Zemfreed gets a polished steel wood shaper from inside his silk haversack.
K> Alafret rests her hand on Enelvar's arm with a soft smile.
K> stnd
K> Please rephrase that command.
K> stand
You don't seem to be able to move to do that.
K> Zatawni closes her eyes for a moment and grows still.
K> Her face twisting into a forced smile, Linanna lays her hand on Enelvar.
K> The spiritual weight lifts off of you.
You say, "Since I can't move, no."
K> K> Enelvar smiles at Alafret.
K> stand
K> K> You stand back up.
> Zemfreed puts his shaper in his silk haversack.
> Laveaux assumes a meditative stance, concentrating on something.
> Zemfreed gets a double-sided steel rasp with a maple handle from inside his silk haversack.
> A bright monarch butterfly flutters over to land atop one of the half-closed faint violet flowers within the vela'tohr plant. Within a few moments it seems to grow tired of its perch and floats off on a gentle breeze to a new destination.
> Rekletuzrit traces a complex glyph in the space above his right arm.
> Alafret winces in pain.
> Zatawni begins a spritely jig on her silverwillow ocarina with only the slightest hint of difficulty.
> Alafret smiles at Enelvar.
> > > Elurora says, "You seem able to move."
> 'Now.
> You say, "Now."
> Brilliant sparks of rutilant light dance around Alafret, bathing her in a warm glow.
> Zemfreed puts his rasp in his silk haversack.
> Alafret shudders and cries out in pain.
> Zemfreed gets a polished steel wood shaper from inside his silk haversack.
> Ierii absently twirls the tips of his mustache between his fingers.
> Alafret rests her hand on Enelvar's arm with a soft smile.
> Enelvar pats Alafret on the shoulder appreciatively and offers her a tip.
> Elurora asks, "Well then, do you wish to tell your side or not?"
> Laveaux gestures.
Rutilant sparks of light encircle Laveaux, seeping into her skin and bathing her in a warm glow.
Aemaranth glances about with a murderous look in her eyes.
> Alafret says, "All good Enelvar."
> Alafret accepts Enelvar's tip and slips it away.
> > Cascading points of rutilant light swirl around Alafret like sparks dancing up from a blazing fire.
> Enelvar exclaims, "Thank you!"
> Alafret exclaims, "Thank you!"
> > Elurora raises an eyebrow in your direction.
> Zemfreed puts his shaper in his silk haversack.
> Alafret just hugged Enelvar.
> Zemfreed gets a double-sided steel rasp with a maple handle from inside his silk haversack.
> Enelvar taps a bronze lockpick ring that he is wearing.
> Enelvar goes out.
> Alafret seems to glow with an inner light, trailing rutilant sparks with every movement.
> Zemfreed puts his rasp in his silk haversack.
> > Zemfreed gets a polished steel wood shaper from inside his silk haversack.
> You feel fully rested.
> Eionelthaniel continues to chant the infectious strains of Faenella's Grace, seeming to lose himself in the very rhythms he produces.
> Aemaranth stands near Elurora.
> Arofice gets an elegant diamond-hide almanac bearing a platinum Estate Holder's crest from inside his shadowsilk cloak.
> > Arofice puts his almanac in his shadowsilk cloak.
> Cascading points of rutilant light swirl around Alafret like sparks dancing up from a blazing fire.
> Whistling looks at Arofice and shrugs.
> > Elurora wraps her arm around Aemaranth's shoulder in a friendly hug.
> > Her face twisting into a forced smile, Linanna lays her hand on Arofice.
> Brother Turnbury just arrived.
> > Linanna leans forward, her arm outstretched at Zemfreed for a touch.
> Umptiskrunk casually observes the area.
> Arofice nods to Whistling.
> > > Umptiskrunk gets a fat turnip from a pile on the ground.
> Arofice leaps to his feet!
> Aemaranth brushes her lips against Elurora's in a loving kiss.
> Laveaux gazes intently into her sanowret crystal, and scintillating sparks of light dance across its surface.
> Umptiskrunk messily gobbles down a fat turnip.
> Umptiskrunk licks the tips of his fingers.
> Zemfreed puts his shaper in his silk haversack.
> > Zemfreed gets a double-sided steel rasp with a maple handle from inside his silk haversack.
> > Aydila just arrived.
> Laveaux assumes a meditative stance, concentrating on something.
> Aydila works her way out of a quilted cloth shirt.
> Aydila begins to carefully examine a quilted cloth shirt.
You say, "I do not. I don't try to convince ignorant, tedious hypocirtes. Not you, Elurora. You're a good and true paladin. The rest, though. Go serve your evil, capricious, hypocritical gods."
> > Aydila works her way into a quilted cloth shirt.
> Aydila removes some metal scale greaves from her legs.
> Aydila begins to carefully examine some metal scale greaves.
You bow.
You go out.