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  1. Beneath the Enorian Gates.
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  19. The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. South of the city's great gates, the polished paving stones reflect the ageless and graceful portal. To the south, a market area stretches toward the inner city beside colorful shop signs and wares while northwards the valleys that surround the glistening city appear, embracing the Beacon in their fertile bosom. The gates are constructed of monumental marble and are a remarkable white hue, untarnished despite the wear of years. Graven upon the marble facades are intricate designs depicting the city's royal seal and the crescent moon, outlined in semi-precious stones. Two small turrets flank the gate, able to be manned by vigilant city guardsmen. There are 3 monolith sigils here. A large arch stands sentinel over the entrance to the city of Enorian. The marble gates of Enorian rise beautifully towards the sky. A glowing iridescence sparkles within the air. The blue and gold flag of Enorian flaps proudly in the breeze here. A mule stands stubbornly, hooves planted solidly in the ground. A peacemaker of Enorian stands here, one hand on the pommel of his sword. A solemn looking chaplain rests the base of his tower shield on the ground and hefts his mace. A bright-eyed missionary serenely patrols the streets of Enorian. There are 2 argent intercessors here.
  20. You see exits leading east, south, northwest, and up (open pine door).
  21.  
  22. Your pose is now set as:
  23. Skulking about in the shadows of the gates, Angwe waits here.
  24.  
  25. This loincloth is comprised largely of high-quality leather, the supple material designed to keep the wearer both sufficiently covered and yet unbound by the trials, troubles, and movement restraints that more standard legwear might offer. The garment is designed to reach the wearer's knees in both front and back, and tiny bits of glass beadwork stud the edges in a rather tribal, masculine pattern, cut with a dark edge, the rich, brown of the leather muted but visible through the translucent material. The darkly glinting glass has been sewn carefully around the interior edges of the band of intricate runes that encompass the fabric's border. These intricate runes are tooled into the leather, with darker depths to their imprinted colour. Similarly black-tooled strips of leather have been attached to the upper most band from which the loincloth hangs, designed with simple buckles to allow for the addition or removal of any wide variety of sundry items.
  26. It can be worn in the following locations:
  27. legs privates
  28. It has 20 months of usefulness left.
  29. It weighs 1 ounce(s).
  30. It bears the distinctive mark of Nucemail Erzsebet Ve'kahi, Padishe Nimir'a.
  31.  
  32. The shadows fade, leaving your footfalls audible once again.
  33.  
  34. You adjust a runed loincloth of rich, brown leather slightly until it seems more suitable.
  35.  
  36. Jasmyn enters from the northwest, riding a donkey.
  37.  
  38. Jasmyn peers at you suspiciously.
  39.  
  40. Jasmyn says, "I can SEE you, you know."
  41.  
  42. Jasmyn says, "Nutter."
  43.  
  44. Jasmyn leaves to the south, riding a donkey.
  45.  
  46. Flecking the darkened sky with streaks of orange and magenta, rays of early morning light streak upwards from a newly awakened sun.
  47.  
  48. He is a dexterous Yeleni who bears a form similar to the fauns of the Ancient Heartwood. Supple musculature covers a lithe frame bearing long arms covered from the elbow down with a thin pelt of brown fur. He carries his weight upon rear-jointed bovine legs, the flesh beneath hidden by a pelt long and shaggy enough to cover cloven feet; the broad claws that compliment them similarly are spackled with mud. Among a few features shared with the Heartwood fauns are the pronounced ridge running throughout his nasal cavity (which only adds to the gauntness of his face), the goat-like ears that sprout from the sides of his head and the nut-brown skin boasting a hardened and inflexible look as though carved from wood. Small glass objects, pieces of bone and other trophies have been braided through moss-like hair a color stuck somewhere between green and black. The green radiance that shines forth from the oaken ocular caverns where his eyes should be finishes off this otherworldly picture and a pale, featureless bone mask hangs from his belt, worn, pitted and scarred from combat or travel. He walks with the blessing of Haern.
  49. He is wearing:
  50. a crimson Morgun poppy, prominent among the other baubles
  51. a runed loincloth of rich, brown leather, tied securely about his hips
  52. a triangular wooden knotwork pendant, hanging from his neck
  53. a tri-coloured bracelet of braided leather, tied around the right wrist
  54. a leather herb pouch, tied to his loincloth
  55. a cracked hematite medallion of the Pride, hanging over his heart
  56. a soldier's kitbag, worn on the back
  57. winding, stained hide gloves, wrapped around his hands and wrists
  58. a lunar eclipse medallion, hanging from his neck
  59. a blue crystal amulet, strung from his pouch
  60. a hooded cloak of grey fur, cinched under his weaponbelt's straps
  61. a water gourd, slung around the shoulder
  62. a white crystal amulet, strung from his pouch
  63. a secure brass keyring, clipped to his pouch
  64. an animalistic set of chainmail, covering the body
  65. a bone stud earring, worn on the ears
  66. a polished black bandolier scabbard, strapped over his cloak
  67.  
  68. Meyvitch has bled to death.
  69. Your ally has fallen at Approaching a sharp turn.
  70.  
  71. Mana Lost: 20
  72. You can see naught but darkness.
  73.  
  74. You give an icy hiss.
  75.  
  76. You place your fingers to your mouth, and focusing mentally on your trusty steed you blow hard, creating a sharp, carrying whistle.
  77. A roan brumby stallion trots in, beckoned by its master's call.
  78.  
  79. You swiftly swing up onto a roan brumby stallion.
  80.  
  81. You gallop away to the northwest atop a roan brumby stallion.
  82.  
  83. I go rescue Meyvitch. When I come back...
  84.  
  85. Within the Gates.
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  102. ---------- -6:-9:0 ----------
  103. From the vantage of a slight hill that flattens to the northwest and declines to the south, one can glimpse the inner portion of Enorian as well as the surrounding area. The city is beautiful, crouched in the bowl of hills and valleys, its white-washed buildings and glittering domes a testament to the purity of its beliefs. The walls dominate much of the view to the east and west, their pristine facades interrupted by twisting designs of semi-precious stones that lend a stunning beauty to the practical and strong walls. The white paving stones to the south give way underfoot to pale blue, octagonal bricks that stretch beyond the city, the road leading northwards into the Pash Valley. There are 2 monolith sigils here. The blue and gold flag of Enorian flaps proudly in the breeze here. A peacemaker of Enorian stands here, one hand on the pommel of his sword.
  104. You see exits leading southeast and northwest.
  105.  
  106. With acrobatic grace, you quickly hop off of a roan brumby stallion.
  107.  
  108. You slap a roan brumby stallion on the rump and send it cantering off towards 'An open paddock'.
  109.  
  110. North of the great gates. (road)
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  127. ---------- -7:-8:0 ----------
  128. The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. Just north of the splendid gates of the Beacon of Light, one can view the pristine city and the countryside that embraces it, including the bright green-blue of the Beryl Sea at its back. The gates are of exquisite quality, wrought from dark iron set into monumental marble, forming two great impassible slabs. Gold designs etched to resemble swan-like wings show on their surfaces, the gold mirroring the domes of the palace that can be seen over the top of the towering gates from its hill in the center of the city. Verdant green grass grows on either side of the octagonal brick path that allows people to enter and leave the city. There are 2 monolith sigils here. A granite monument stands here, its surface polished to a shine. The blue and gold flag of Enorian flaps proudly in the breeze here. Snowflakes falling from its form, a miniature ice elemental rests here. An elegant white letter is in danger of being soiled here. An argent intercessor is poised here, hefting an ancient-looking halberd in her glowing hands. A mare with mist-grey fur flicks her tail idly. Tolemy is here.
  129. You see exits leading southeast and northwest.
  130.  
  131.  
  132. Sotir looks intently at a shadow of darkness and Rou shamefacedly appears.
  133.  
  134. Your pose is now set as:
  135. Skulking about in the shadows of the gates, Angwe waits here.
  136.  
  137. A cloaked figure coughs softly.
  138.  
  139. He is a dexterous Idreth with a fairly imposing stature. Taller than most and with a girth to match, his presence is unmistakable once noticed. He has sharp, glowing eyes the color of jade that seem to peer into your very soul. His cinereal skin is the color of paper ash, notably darker on his face and the top of his arms. His hair is as black as ebony and chin length bangs frame his face. The rest of his thick hair is pulled back into a neatly groomed, loose braid which hangs to his mid back. With a demeanor misleading to his size, his movements are with a deliberate grace, concise and unhesitant. He walks with the blessing of Slyphe. He walks with the blessing of Dhar.
  140. He is wearing:
  141. a lush black belt, around the waist
  142. a bow of the Hunt, worn on the back
  143. a shiny gold star brooch, worn on the shirt
  144. a secure brass keyring, worn on the belt
  145. a clarion eyeglass, covering one eye
  146. an Ascendril Academy pack, worn on the back
  147. an entwined venantium locket, around the neck
  148. a quiver of Cthalut, worn on the back
  149. a plain leather weaponbelt, around the waist
  150. a hooded white robe with silver trim, covering the body
  151. a casual white linen shirt, covering the torso
  152. a silver silk pair of hakama-style pants, worn on the legs
  153. a cloak of obscurity, hanging from the shoulders
  154. a necklace of purity, around the neck
  155. an iron ylem-binding gauntlet, worn on the hands
  156. a lunar eclipse medallion, worn on the hands
  157. a pair of wings of the eagle, worn on the back
  158. a bejeweled signet ring, worn on a finger
  159. a bottomless letter satchel, slung over a shoulder
  160. a tower shield
  161. a luminous eyepatch, covering one eye
  162. an Iosai lyre, slung over a shoulder
  163. a dyed, chain-and-crown woven armband, displayed on one arm
  164. a water gourd, worn on the belt
  165. a suit of scale mail, covering the body
  166. a blue crystal amulet, around the neck
  167. a white crystal amulet, around the neck
  168.  
  169. Tolemy arrives from the northwest.
  170. She is followed by a misty grey mare.
  171.  
  172. Sotir leaves to the east.
  173.  
  174. Tolemy arrives, leading her mare by the reins. Her headscarf is fixed firmly around her head, nearly obscuring her face, and the excess fabric hangs, cape like, from her shoulders. "Hello," she says.
  175.  
  176. She is a resilient Human whose complexion is a fair, muted golden brown. Her face is long and serious; the bridge of her nose is nearly flat, her forehead high, and the brow over her dark, slanted eyes is shallow. Short and fit, her thin frame holds a limber grace. Her hair has been bound up and tucked beneath the many layers of her headdress; what little of it can be seen at the nape of her neck and her temples is black. She walks with the blessing of Slyphe.
  177. She is wearing:
  178. a simple brown pouch, hanging from the belt
  179. tight, tan leggings, worn on the legs
  180. a pale sheepskin cape, worn on the back
  181. a smothering brown headscarf, draped over the head and shoulders
  182. a white, form fitting blouse, covering the torso
  183. a beaded belt of reds and browns, strapped around the hips
  184. a lacy white surcoat, worn over the torso
  185. a sleek scabbard of knotted ribbon, wrapped around the waist
  186. a pair of scrimshaw ivory bracers, around one wrist
  187. ornate, pale boots with curled toes, worn on the feet
  188. sheepskin gaiters with crisscrossing straps, worn over the boots
  189. a headdress of cloth and baubles, worn on head
  190. an ivory, gilt-trimmed pack, worn on the back
  191.  
  192. You have emoted: Angwe moves out from under the cover of shadow as Tolemy approaches, a warm smile gracing his features. "Well met, Tolemy," he greets her.
  193.  
  194. Your pose is now set as:
  195. Angwe is here, conversing with Tolemy with a warm smile gracing his features.
  196.  
  197. You ask Tolemy, "Tell me, have you ever been to the Dun Valley?"
  198.  
  199. The mare butts her heavy head, tenderly, into Tolemy's torso. In response, the woman loops an arm across the horse's neck. "No," she answers.
  200.  
  201. You have emoted: "It is where the temple of Thorns can be found," Angwe explains.
  202.  
  203. Casting off her final fetters, the luminous lady awakens fully, shedding her joyful light from horizon to horizon.
  204.  
  205. You say, "Our destination."
  206.  
  207. Tolemy turns, nimbly fitting the curled toe of her boot into a stirrup and pulling herself astride.
  208.  
  209. Tolemy climbs onto a misty grey mare.
  210.  
  211. You nod your head emphatically.
  212.  
  213. You place your fingers to your mouth, and focusing mentally on your trusty steed you blow hard, creating a sharp, carrying whistle.
  214. A roan brumby stallion trots in, beckoned by its master's call.
  215. You swiftly swing up onto a roan brumby stallion.
  216.  
  217. Tolemy says, "Well then. Let's not delay."
  218.  
  219. Tolemy begins to follow you.
  220.  
  221. Large patches of grey pelt have been stitched together to form this bulky cloak. It hangs down to the ankles of the wearer, with most of the fur neatly trimmed. Along the hemlines it has been left long and rugged, both at the bottom, along the front opening and the edges of the cowl. The hood is attached to the neckline, and when pulled up to cover the head it shows a pair of lupine ears attached to the crown. A simple leather knot-and-loop contraption keeps the cloak secure across the wearer's shoulders.
  222. It can be worn in the following locations:
  223. shoulders back
  224. fullbody
  225. It has 34 months of usefulness left.
  226. It weighs about 3 pounds and 8 ounce(s).
  227. It bears the distinctive mark of Teani Fiadhaich.
  228. A hooded cloak of grey fur is holding:
  229. Nothing.
  230.  
  231. You have emoted: Angwe grins, exposing those teeth once more. "Aye," he agrees. "You able to keep up at a full gallop?"
  232.  
  233. Tolemy clicks her tongue, gathering the reins. "I can," she says, "Beulah, though, isn't as young as she use to be."
  234.  
  235. Tolemy says, "So we'd better not."
  236.  
  237. With a slight nod, you demonstrate your understanding.
  238.  
  239. The sounds of children playing touch upon your ears from within the city.
  240.  
  241. Bringing his own stallion around, you say, "We'll take things slower, then. Yah!"
  242.  
  243. Tolemy follows you to A gap within the peaks of the Vashnar Mountains.
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  260. ----------- 0:0:0 -----------
  261. The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. Looking north, you see the snow-capped peaks of the Vashnar Mountains looming far off in the distance. To the south of you is the Dun Valley, spread out in its magnificence. A vast sub-tropical jungle, the likes of which you have never seen, covers the valley floor. Towards the centre of the valley are the remains of an ancient volcano, hopefully now extinct. There is a narrow path winding its way down into the valley.
  262. You see exits leading northeast, northwest, and down.
  263.  
  264. You tilt your head back and deeply inhale any scents from the air.
  265. You pick up the faint scent of Tolemy at A gap within the peaks of the Vashnar Mountains.
  266. You pick up the faint scent of Neoma at Cavern behind Morland Falls.
  267.  
  268. Tolemy is fresh-faced from the ride, her eyes bright. Her mare jigs and gnaws the bit. "Well." she asks, "Where is this grand temple of yours?"
  269.  
  270. Slowing down as he leads Tolemy down the descent into the valley, you ask, "Tell me, what DO you know of Lord Haern?"
  271.  
  272. Tolemy follows you to the down.
  273. Tolemy follows you to the southwest.
  274. Tolemy follows you to the down.
  275. A drop in the trail. (road)
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  293. The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. Scrambling on the rocks, you reach a level area in the trail. A flattened boulder to the side allows you an uncomfortable seat upon which to rest. A few dried out patches of tall grass break the monotony of the dun hued rock. While resting, you take the time to look out over the jungle valley and especially at the walls of the volcano rising from its midst. A speckled, brown turtle sits here patiently.
  294. You see exits leading southeast and up.
  295.  
  296. A mountain lion prowls in from the southeast.
  297.  
  298. A muscular mountain lion spots an opening in your defenses and leaps forward, sinking its long teeth into your flesh and shaking its head vigorously.
  299. You sidestep the attack, letting the strike go wide.
  300.  
  301. In a flurry of fur and claws, a muscular mountain lion strikes out at you, rending your flesh.
  302. Health Lost: 306, cutting.
  303.  
  304. You pull a vicious grey dhurive from your weaponbelt fluidly.
  305. You start to wield a vicious grey dhurive in your hands.
  306.  
  307. You step in to strike a muscular mountain lion with your dhurive.
  308. Your blade opens up a long wound across a muscular mountain lion as you move around for a second strike.
  309. You have scored a CRUSHING CRITICAL hit!
  310. Damage done: 3900, cutting.
  311. Health Gain: 105
  312. The final blow proves too much for a muscular mountain lion, who expires, pitifully.
  313. You have slain a muscular mountain lion.
  314. Experience Gained: 325 (Bashing) [total: 3647152]
  315. A lion's testicles tumbles out of the corpse of a muscular mountain lion.
  316. A rush of energy fills you as you feel ready to deliver a devastating blow upon your next target.
  317. Balance Used: 1.93 seconds
  318.  
  319. Tolemy scoffs lowly. "He is a Lord of the Cycle," she says, "And of the Rhythm. My understanding of the Rhythm i-." Tolemy becomes silent, her eyes widening into black mirrors as you moves with deadly fluidity.
  320.  
  321. Softly, Tolemy says, "Gods above."
  322.  
  323. You poke at a lion's testicles pointedly.
  324.  
  325. You grunt noncommittally.
  326.  
  327. A speckled turtle wanders to the up.
  328.  
  329. Tolemy's fingers tighten around the reins. "That's incredible," she says, her voice small.
  330.  
  331. You have emoted: Angwe is squeezing one of the blades of his vicious grey dhurive betwixt his fingers as Tolemy trails off, seeking to cleanse the obsidian of blood. At her praise, he looks up, surprised.
  332.  
  333. You ask Tolemy, "You've never seen Dhuriv in action before?"
  334.  
  335. Nudging her mare with her heels, Tolemy urges her mount closer. "No," she says, glancing only briefly at the weapon before she lifts her gaze to your face. "And I've never seen anyone move like that."
  336.  
  337. Your pose is now set as:
  338. Cleansing the blood from his dhurive's blades, Angwe sits easily in the saddle.
  339.  
  340. The bright sun shines down upon you.
  341.  
  342. You have emoted: Angwe lifts his chin just a fraction, a proud light shining in his face. "All who wield Huwald's legacy are capable of thus," he boasts. "Indeed, I consider myself a lesser warrior beside the likes of Serrice and Missari."
  343.  
  344. Tolemy's smiles at the mention of Serrice's name. "Yes," she agrees, "Serrice sure is something." Brushing a strand of hair off her cheek, she continues, "My understanding of the Rhythm is tentative, at best."
  345.  
  346. You have emoted: Satisfied with his efforts, Angwe ceases worrying his weapon. "There are... a few ways to think of the Rhythm," tells Tolemy, choosing his words with care. "One truth, but several ways to wrap one's head 'round it."
  347.  
  348. You cease to wield a vicious grey dhurive in your hands, securing it conveniently on your weaponbelt.
  349.  
  350. Urging his stallion into motion once more, you say, "Come."
  351.  
  352. "As is the case with most truths," Tolemy agrees, shifting in the saddle.
  353.  
  354. Tolemy nods her head at you.
  355.  
  356. Tolemy follows you to the southeast.
  357. Tolemy follows you to the down.
  358. Tolemy follows you to the southwest.
  359. Tolemy follows you to the down.
  360. Tolemy follows you to the southeast.
  361. Tolemy follows you to the down.
  362. Tolemy follows you to the down.
  363. Tolemy follows you to the down.
  364. Tolemy follows you to the south.
  365. Tolemy follows you to the southeast.
  366. Tolemy follows you to the down.
  367. Tolemy follows you to the southeast.
  368. Tolemy follows you to the west.
  369. Tolemy follows you to the down.
  370. Tolemy follows you to the northeast.
  371. Tolemy follows you to the northwest.
  372. Approaching the Temple of Thorns.
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  390. The massive wall of thorns parts just slightly here, the slight gap appearing at first glance almost as a trick of the eyes. The interior of the building is cloaked still from this side of the towering wall, even peering intently through the thick and winding brambles. The ground solidifies as it approaches the wall, and to the south, the wide expanse of the Dun Valley stretches out clear to the horizon.
  391. You see exits leading southeast, southwest, and in.
  392.  
  393. With acrobatic grace, you quickly hop off of a roan brumby stallion.
  394.  
  395. You glance towards the in.
  396. Entrance to the Temple of Thorns.
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  414. The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A dark and forbidding opening in a massive wall of thorns opens into a wide jungle area on either side of the opening. The thickness of the walls is apparent and its depth and height serve as an indication of its age. To the south, the jungle is much quieter than beyond the gate, but the growth is thick and cramped with profuse plant life and heavy with humidity on both sides. Various animal tracks run to and fro under the gate. A slick coating of purple sludge drips over everything here.
  415. You see exits leading north, east, west, up, and out.
  416.  
  417. The sun begins her downward journey towards eventual sleep, casting even, full light upon the land.
  418.  
  419. Tolemy follows you. She dismounts, moving forward to soothingly rub the face of her sweaty and blowing mount.
  420.  
  421. Tolemy steps down off of a misty grey mare.
  422.  
  423. A misty grey mare begins to follow Tolemy obediently.
  424.  
  425. A brightly colored lime caterpillar crawls in from the southeast.
  426.  
  427. Glancing through a gap in the vast curtain of thorns before you, you say, "The temple was... touched by the hand of Drakkenmont, as were too many precious things in these lands. Mind the sludge and dun let it get on your skin."
  428.  
  429. Tolemy wraps her scarf more tightly around her shoulders, and nods.
  430.  
  431. You have emoted: Angwe nods. With that, he pushes through the curtain, the thorns seeming to have little effect on his rough skin.
  432.  
  433. Tolemy follows you to the in.
  434. Entrance to the Temple of Thorns.
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  452. The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A dark and forbidding opening in a massive wall of thorns opens into a wide jungle area on either side of the opening. The thickness of the walls is apparent and its depth and height serve as an indication of its age. To the south, the jungle is much quieter than beyond the gate, but the growth is thick and cramped with profuse plant life and heavy with humidity on both sides. Various animal tracks run to and fro under the gate. A slick coating of purple sludge drips over everything here.
  453. You see exits leading north, east, west, up, and out.
  454.  
  455. Tolemy is less lucky. Her clothes snag, her cape worst of all, and her headdress is nearly torn from her. She clutches it tightly to her skull, and emerges panting. Eyes lifting, mouth opening to speak, she is silenced by the sight of the temple.
  456.  
  457. Ariadne has been slain by the magical power of an arrogant Xorani master at arms.
  458.  
  459. You have emoted: "The Rhythm is a symbol for the eternal struggle all creatures must face," Angwe explains as he leads Tolemy through the sludge, grass and trees of the temple. "Prey and predator. All of us will play both roles at some point in our time."
  460.  
  461. You have emoted: Angwe pauses, a look of mild irritation crossing his face. "A moment."
  462.  
  463. You move about quickly and lose Tolemy.
  464.  
  465. Angwe runs off to rescue Ariadne, who ignores his revives and is back up by the time his dumb ass dumps her body in the Tear. When he returns, Tolemy is not where he left her. He sniffs her out, tracking her through Haern's jungle temple to...
  466.  
  467. Central courtyard in the Temple of Thorns.
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  483.  
  484. ---------- 1:-1:-9 ----------
  485. The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. This is the very center of the Temple of Thorns, and a massive statue of Haern has been placed here. The area is open to the sky, and overgrown with tall grasses and shrubs. At the base of the statue, several thick vines are rooted and entwine themselves around the figure of the Hunter. Those clinging to His cloak sprout white blossoms that attract pollenating insects, whereas red foliage clings tenuously to His sword and drop a carpet of leaves and petals at the statue's feet. Wrapping themselves around the bare torso of Haern, these vines produce a wide variety of budding flowers and berries. Amid the flattened paths that run through the courtyard, many bushes have grown to resemble animals. Most notable among them are a bear, a raven, and a serpent. A slick coating of purple sludge drips over everything here. A large, blood-splattered totem has been erected here, formed of obsidian, ivory and red-wood. Facing outwards and surrounding the totem are a large ivory bear, an obsidian raven and a red-wood serpent. A mare with mist-grey fur flicks her tail idly. Tolemy is here.
  486. You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.
  487.  
  488. You have emoted: Angwe mops his face free of sweat as he emerges from the darkness of the jungle here.
  489. Balance Used: 0.86 seconds
  490.  
  491. Tolemy doesn't seem to notice you. She wanders, slowly, around the courtyard, her eyes wide with wonder. She has shed her cape, her surcoat, and her scarf, but yet strands of hair, which have escaped her headdress, stick to her face, damp with sweat.
  492.  
  493. You have emoted: Angwe smiles distantly as he runs his claws lightly along a shrine of Haern. "Are you finding the place to your liking?" He speaks up, his voice somehow muted in the dark humidity of this place.
  494.  
  495. Approaching the shrine, Tolemy carefully lifts a hand and fits it over one of the bloody prints. "Most holy places are to my liking," she explains, trailing her fingers as she walks around the totem to join you.
  496.  
  497. Meltas's voice resonates across the land, "For those who got the invite you have exactly Five minute to join. Best of luck to the winner and a prize will also be apart of it."
  498.  
  499. The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.
  500.  
  501. The stars wink into existence, familiar constellations illuminating the night with tales of myth and legend.
  502.  
  503. (Duiran): Ariadne says, "Can I get a warmth from someone, pretty please?"
  504.  
  505. (Duiran): You say, "Aye."
  506.  
  507. You quietly click your tongue against the roof of your mouth.
  508.  
  509. Closing his eyes, you say, "A moment once more."
  510.  
  511. You order your wolf to track down Ariadne and it begins sniffing the air to find her scent.
  512.  
  513. With a howl, your wolf begins to dash off into the distance. You quickly swing up on its back as it passes you by and hold on tight as it bounds towards your target with great strides.
  514. The massive core of the Great Oak.
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  532. Flickers of vibrant green fire encase this gargantuan pillar rising up from the Heartwood, the living core of the Great Oak visibly crackling with the energy of Dendara. The massive core shoots up through the center of the tree, both existing and nonexisting in the sense that it collides with foreign objects but passes through the various roots, limbs, and other aspects of the Great Oak as if nothing more than ethereal vapor. The pillar dominates the landscape, visible for miles in all directions as it shoots out through the canopy of the tree, and beyond to the sky far above. Where the core erupts from the earth, the pillar is surrounded in a hazy, pale green fog, illuminated by the dancing flames. Every once in awhile, a loud crack resounds from the pillar as white lightning ripples over its surface, coursing over the length of the core with unbridled energy. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. Raest stands here, clasping a great spear in his right hand as he overlooks the primordial heart of the Great Oak. A large, blood-splattered totem has been erected here, formed of obsidian, ivory and red-wood. Facing outwards and surrounding the totem are a large ivory bear, an obsidian raven and a red-wood serpent. Fell green energy emanates from the pulsing core of the Great Oak, a massive pillar erupting from the earth to tower over the Heartwood. A bark totem rests here. A totem of tangled roots resides here. A totem of leaves is here. Appearing as though it might take root, an oaken chest of Duiran sits aground. There are 2 flame-shaped sigils here. There are 3 burly centaur crossbowmen here. Blending in nearly perfectly with her environs, a cloaked wilderness warden waits here for potential trouble. A miniature shot-sized glass has been left here. A stout donkey stands patiently by, waiting for a burden. Pacing and prowling, a shifting cougar spirit blends with nearby shadows. Ariadne is here. She is riding on a grey mule. She wields a Shamanic quarterstaff in her hands. The sublime glow of the core casts an effulgent green light over the surrounding area.
  533. You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.
  534. Balance Used: 2.58 seconds
  535.  
  536. You have emoted: Angwe's claw prickles against Ariadne's skin as he taps her shoulder.
  537.  
  538. Ariadne turns quickly, blinking.
  539.  
  540. Ariadne says, "Don't sneak up on a gal like that, sugar."
  541.  
  542. Ariadne puts some gold sovereigns in an ivory, gilt-trimmed pack.
  543.  
  544. You say to Ariadne, "Take note when you die. Went down there and poured enough essence into your body to wake the Kerrithrim, but you never grabbed 'hold of it."
  545.  
  546. You say, "By the time I got you to the Tear..."
  547.  
  548. You have emoted: Angwe trails off, offering a shrug to complete the statement.
  549.  
  550. You glance over Ariadne and see that her health is at 6138/6138.
  551.  
  552. You offer up a muscular mountain lion, a muscular mountain lion to Haern, the Hunter.
  553.  
  554. Ariadne plants her quarterstaff in the ground, head tilting as she stares up at you. "Ah, sorry about that," she says. "Thought I'd enjoy the journey through the Halls. Figured I'd try to memorize it, ya know, since I'm down there so much this month."
  555.  
  556. She is a prudent Atavian; well-built, she is voluptuous and toned, with a generous bosom and curves in all the right places. Dark, olive-brown skin and high cheekbones enhance a pair of deep blue, almost violet, eyes, framed with thick lashes. Dark, ebony hair curls around her face in long, silky locks, falling to just above her hips, the hue rich and lustering on indigo. Matching her long tresses, a pair of jet-black wings unfold behind her, the plumage a dark, inky sheen, with iridescent hints of deep purple shimmers glimmering beneath light. She walks with the blessing of Haern.
  557. She is wearing:
  558. a Heartstring Bow, worn on the back
  559. a short skirt of braided leather, giving glimpses of the legs underneath
  560. a simple black bandeau top, barely covering her breasts
  561. a smooth, matte darkbow, slung over a shoulder
  562. a lunar eclipse medallion, worn on the hands
  563. a suit of ring mail, covering the body
  564. a staring, wild-eyed bone mask, obscuring the face
  565.  
  566. You have emoted: Angwe grimaces. "You visited the tradecenter at the pylon yet?" he asks. "There are a few recources you could take advantage of. Maybe keep yourself alive a bit easier."
  567.  
  568. You nod your head at Gabriele.
  569.  
  570. Ariadne lifts a bare shoulder in a shrug. "When I get the money," she says casually.
  571.  
  572. Conversing quietly with Ariadne, Angwe is here.
  573.  
  574. You purse your lips pensively, gazing at Ariadne as you carefully gather your thoughts.
  575.  
  576. Eyeless gaze sweeping over Ariadne, you say, "If you've been trained at all in the arts ways of Avoidance, it's worth it to leave your mail off. Help you dodge their magic a bit more."
  577.  
  578. Deepest Stygian night steals over the land as the symbolic hourglass empties and turns, ready to begin a new day.
  579. It is now the 19th of Lanosian, year 389 of the Midnight Age.
  580.  
  581. Ariadne says, "Might not bother there at all. I think I'm not quite trained enough to handle em."
  582.  
  583. You look at Ariadne, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.
  584.  
  585. Ariadne plants a hand on her hip and raises an eyebrow. "So," she asks, leaning forwards on her staff. Her small top stretches dangerously, but she seems to not notice the tight fight. "What's a gal gotta do to get warmth around here?"
  586.  
  587. You smile wryly.
  588.  
  589. Dryly, you say, "Subtle."
  590.  
  591. You have emoted: Stretching a hand towards Ariadne, Angwe closes his eyes. "She only need... ask."
  592.  
  593. You hum a soft melody, bringing warmth and comfort to you and your friends nearby.
  594.  
  595. Dropping to one knee, you ask that your Deity grants you safe passage to the Master Shrine.
  596.  
  597. You summon forth the power of your Order's Master Shrine and step through a portal to reach it.
  598. Central courtyard in the Temple of Thorns.
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  615. ---------- 1:-1:-9 ----------
  616. The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. This is the very center of the Temple of Thorns, and a massive statue of Haern has been placed here. The area is open to the sky, and overgrown with tall grasses and shrubs. At the base of the statue, several thick vines are rooted and entwine themselves around the figure of the Hunter. Those clinging to His cloak sprout white blossoms that attract pollenating insects, whereas red foliage clings tenuously to His sword and drop a carpet of leaves and petals at the statue's feet. Wrapping themselves around the bare torso of Haern, these vines produce a wide variety of budding flowers and berries. Amid the flattened paths that run through the courtyard, many bushes have grown to resemble animals. Most notable among them are a bear, a raven, and a serpent. A slick coating of purple sludge drips over everything here. A large, blood-splattered totem has been erected here, formed of obsidian, ivory and red-wood. Facing outwards and surrounding the totem are a large ivory bear, an obsidian raven and a red-wood serpent. A mare with mist-grey fur flicks her tail idly. Tolemy is here.
  617. You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.
  618.  
  619. You nod your head at Tolemy.
  620.  
  621. Ariadne tells you, "Thanks, sugar. I owe ya."
  622.  
  623. You say to Tolemy, "Sorry 'bout that. Now, where were we?"
  624.  
  625. Tolemy says, "You were telling me about the Rhythm."
  626.  
  627. You tell Ariadne, "I'll keep that in mind."
  628.  
  629. You have emoted: Angwe nods his head slightly. "As I mentioned, the Rhythm is a... illustration of the struggles common to all living creatures," he continues at length. "There is an ebb and flow to it all. Natural things are constantly in flux, for to stagnate is to embrace death."
  630.  
  631. Tolemy spreads her fingers, gesturing helplessly. "This I know," she says, "All one has to do is look around, and they see it."
  632.  
  633. You have emoted: Angwe smiles and nods, apparently pleased by Tolemy's answer. "This natural flow exists in a very literal way as well. One can see it when they visit the Great Oak and stand under its core." he begins to meander through the jungle as he speaks, apparently wishing Tolemy to follow.
  634.  
  635. You say, "A shaman can -feel- it as they tap into it for their invocations. Hell, one can visit Dendara themselves and stand right in the midst of it!"
  636.  
  637. Tolemy swats her mare on the haunches, sending the beast wandering off the graze, before she moves to follow you. "I know the teachings of your Lord are not accepted. Not by everyone. But how does anyone resist?" she asks.
  638.  
  639. A grey mare trots west.
  640.  
  641. Tolemy begins to follow you.
  642.  
  643. A grey wolf slips through the trees, a flash of grey occasionally spotted strafing the pair as they make their way through the jungle.
  644.  
  645. You move about quickly and lose a roan brumby stallion.
  646.  
  647. Tolemy follows you to the east.
  648. Eastern courtyard.
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  665. ---------- 2:-1:-9 ----------
  666. The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. A lightly worn path stretches through the courtyard which is blanketed with short grasses. A thick jungle to the east is filled with tall trees covered in white bark, one in particular towering over the rest. Similar growth fills the other corners of the temple, and the entire complex is ringed with a wall of trees and thorny vines. A slick coating of purple sludge drips over everything here.
  667. You see exits leading east, southwest, west, and northwest.
  668.  
  669. You have emoted: Angwe glances back over his shoulder and shrugs at Tolemy. "No accounting for taste," he replies lightly, the ghost of a smirk haunting his lips.
  670.  
  671. Tolemy follows you to the east.
  672. The Ivory Tree.
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  688.  
  689. ---------- 3:-1:-9 ----------
  690. The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. The jungle parts around the base of this snow-white tree. Its branches fan out over the entirety of the immediate area, providing a more gentle shade in contrast to the dark growth present elsewhere. White leaves hang low, much like a weeping willow, though each leaf appears almost as an icicle, glimmering with faint, crystallized shards of white sap. White sap similarly pools at its base where the jungle has shied away, and it is frozen as solid as ice. It seems possible to climb up the trunk into the upper limbs of this tall tree, where the growth forms a natural chamber sheltered from the elements. A slick coating of purple sludge drips over everything here.
  691. You see exits leading northeast, east, southeast, and west.
  692.  
  693. The shadows fade, leaving your footfalls audible once again.
  694.  
  695. You say, "Earlier, you told me you've been 'serving' for this past decade. I'd assumed you meant service to a Divine."
  696.  
  697. Tolemy laughs, stopping short. "No," she manages, rolling her shoulders. "At least, nothing so simple."
  698.  
  699. You have emoted: Angwe stops with Tolemy, turning to search her face as though for clues. "Service to neither god nor man," he muses, thoughtful. "Then p'raps it is a people you serve?"
  700.  
  701. You say, "Or an ideal, hm?"
  702.  
  703. Tolemy holds up her hand, shaking her head. "We shan't talk about my faith," she breathes, evasive. "Now. Tell me about this tree."
  704. H:100% M:88% E:91% W:96% Bl: 0 XP:90% [csdb eb]
  705.  
  706. Rising higher in the sky, the sun illuminates the land, confining darkness to the shadows.
  707.  
  708. Your pose is now set as:
  709. Angwe is here, wandering about under the Tree with Tolemy.
  710.  
  711. You have emoted: Angwe looks a little embarrassed. "I... honestly dun know anything about it," he admits, stroking his chin. "I know its name, the Ivory Tree. There are two more much like it 'round here, one to the north and one to the west."
  712.  
  713. You say, "It seems to correspond to the Way of Severity in some way. I know it shares the representative color, at least."
  714.  
  715. Tolemy gazes up into the Tree's wondrous branches, shielding her eyes from the sun. "Hmm," she murmurs at your response, her lips tipped in a smirk. "Severity. Ah, yes. -That- is where I become lost to your Lord's ways."
  716.  
  717. Attaining her fullest glory, the shining sun sits upon her throne at the apex of her daily trek through the firmament.
  718.  
  719. You have emoted: Angwe tilts his head curiously. "Are you familiar with the tenant?" he asks, "Or are you assuming based off the name?"
  720.  
  721. Honestly, Tolemy responds, "I've heard them mentioned. But I don't know anything about them."
  722.  
  723. You have emoted: Angwe jerks his head, urging Tolemy on. "We'll start with Severity, then," he says. "Come, there's a book you should take a look at."
  724.  
  725. You have emoted: With that, Angwe sets off around the tree, carefully avoiding the pools of frozen sap.
  726.  
  727. Though she seems reluctant, Tolemy leaves the shelter of the tree and follows.
  728.  
  729. Tolemy follows you to the east.
  730. The Altar of Severity.
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  732.  
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  746.  
  747. ---------- 4:-1:-9 ----------
  748. The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. The jungle growth parts vaguely around the base of a low, smooth altar composed of stark white ivory. The surrounding kola trees seem to bow their branches towards it, and not even the thickest kuzu vine approaches its base. Beyond this small clearance, the jungle grows up wild and unruly, a maze of heavy vines and tall, wide-trunked trees. The jungle is damp, and droplets of water cling to the white-hued bark, a product of the heavy humidity. A slight mist permeates the wild building, which is wreathed in a thick, thorny wall. A slick coating of purple sludge drips over everything here. An unadorned altar carved of bone-white ivory supports a large tome bound with white bear fur. A large book bound with white bear fur rests upon the altar.
  749. You see exits leading north, south, and west.
  750.  
  751. This altar is shaped from a single piece of ivory, taken from what seems to have been a magnificent prey. The exterior has been carved with several runes, but the surface remains smooth and unblemished. Atop the altar rests a simple tome, runes and letters scribbled upon its open pages.
  752.  
  753. You have emoted: Angwe leads Tolemy right up to Altar of Severity, his clawed fingers coming to rest on the Book of Severity. "This is the Book of Severity," explains. "A guide written for all by the hand of the Lord Himself."
  754.  
  755. Your pose is now set as:
  756. Bent over the Book of Severity, Angwe is here.
  757.  
  758. "Lovely," Tolemy murmurs, shouldering up beside you to get a look at the pages.
  759.  
  760. You read what is written on the Book of Severity:
  761. The Way of Severity
  762.  
  763. _== May thy task be done, swift and sure. ==_
  764.  
  765. Nature is neither cruel nor kind, it is but the flowing Rhythm that moves and changes all. The Rhythm may slow or hasten, as is the nature of its dynamic balance, but always must it be kept in motion. As Defiance is the will that spurs the Rhythm onward, and Destruction the force to sever imbalance, Severity is the wisdom to see the path that must be taken and respond to the needs of the Rhythm without hesitation.
  766.  
  767. The man who steps ahead of a charging horse is trampled, but he who tugs upon the reigns may change the beast's path. Hesitation and half-hearted efforts will see the student of the Way crushed by the momentum of the Rhythm. The lesson of Severity is to know the Rhythm and act upon it swifly and with all confidence, for only then can its imbalances be restored. Just as the Rhythm never hesitaties and is never remorseful, so must the student have the wisdom and surity.
  768.  
  769.  
  770. The Way of Severity is symbolized by the white bear.
  771.  
  772. Your pose is currently set to:
  773. Leaning against the Altar of Severity, Angwe is here, a faint smile fleeting across his lips as he watches Tolemy read.
  774.  
  775. You have emoted: "Let me know your thoughts when you're done reading," Angwe whispers to Tolemy. "Any questions ye might have."
  776.  
  777. Tolemy turns her head enough to glance at you. If she is as all disturbed by the nearness, she doesn't show it. Her fingers are spread out over the edges of the book. "It seems plain enough," she murmurs with a smile, "But I imagine that it isn't so simple, hmm?"
  778.  
  779. You have emoted: "These things rarely are, I've found," Angwe agrees. "Even as His Claw, I struggle to fully understand the tenant I'm supposed to be an exemplar of."
  780.  
  781. Tolemy lifts her eyebrows, and waits, silent, as if she expects to hear more.
  782.  
  783. The deepening dusk yields to impenetrable darkness as night claims the land.
  784.  
  785. You silently summon the shadows to soften and conceal your footsteps.
  786.  
  787. Like a blanket of darkness, the night sky obscures the horizon from view.
  788.  
  789. (Dion an Duir): Seir says, "Ezalor inc."
  790.  
  791. You have emoted: Angwe perks an ear. "Moment," he says, his voice urgent.
  792.  
  793. You order your wolf to track down Latharn and it begins sniffing the air to find his scent.
  794.  
  795. With a howl, your wolf begins to dash off into the distance. You quickly swing up on its back as it passes you by and hold on tight as it bounds towards your target with great strides.
  796. Amid the dunes.
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  813. --- Amid the dunes 5:9:0 ---
  814. You are in the seething heart of the Mhojave desert, surrounded on all sides by the great swells of sand that rise and fall like a vast ocean of sand. Little else can you see about you, as the horizon is concealed in all sides by this suffocating vista. The entire landscape is one of isolation and separation, the great sky overhead and the vast ochre blanket of sand yearning to meet in this forlorn and forsaken place. It is not devoid of life however, as here and there you are able to make out the trail of some creature which has left its mark in the sand, a temporary and transient script left by those who pass here. Though harsh and unrelenting there is an undeniable beauty about this scene which has been utterly unconquered by man and in which all human dwelling is a grudge battle fought against the elements and in which man may leave no permanent record of his existence there, save the bleached bones which will remain behind as testament to his tenure. The desert is an eternal reminder of the scale of human endeavour and the implacable face of nature. A large mastiff is here, growling softly. A vibrant, crackling aura of raw energy cloaking his form, a cloaked figure is here, sprawled upon the floor. An oppressive blanket of primal energy envelops the area, crackling with tension.
  815. You see exits leading south and northwest.
  816.  
  817. Fightan happens. We win.
  818.  
  819. You order your wolf to track down Tolemy and it begins sniffing the air to find her scent.
  820.  
  821. With a howl, your wolf begins to dash off into the distance. You quickly swing up on its back as it passes you by and hold on tight as it bounds towards your target with great strides.
  822. The Altar of Defiance.
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  824.  
  825.  
  826.  
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  838. | / \ | / \ |
  839. ---------- 1:2:-9 -----------
  840. The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. The jungle growth parts vaguely around the base of a stubby altar composed of jet black obsidian. The surrounding kola trees seem to bow their branches towards it, and not even the thickest kuzu vine approaches its base. Beyond this small clearance, the jungle grows up wild and unruly, a maze of heavy vines and tall, wide-trunked trees. The jungle is damp, and droplets of water cling to the blackened bark, a product of the heavy humidity. A slight mist permeates the wild building, which is wreathed in a thick, thorny wall. A slick coating of purple sludge drips over everything here. A large book bound with raven feathers rests upon the altar. An ink-black obsidian altar supports a tome lined with raven feathers. Kneeling before the altar, Tolemy leans over the Book, her lips moving as she silently reads.
  841. You see exits leading east, south, and west.
  842.  
  843. You cease to wield a vicious grey dhurive in your hands, securing it conveniently on your weaponbelt.
  844.  
  845. "This one," Tolemy breathes without looking your way. "This one I like."
  846.  
  847. You read what is written on the Book of Defiance:
  848. The Way of Defiance
  849.  
  850. _== Know thyself yet be never content. ==_
  851.  
  852. All things natural have their place in the Rhythm, yet is is the struggle to be something else that keeps the Rhythm in motion, ever-changing. Respect the prey for you too are prey to something else. Respect the hunter, for you are the hunter to others. When you are the prey, be eleusive, swift and cunning. As the hunter, be strong, relentless, and clean in the kill.
  853.  
  854. A hunter who knows what it means to be prey will be swift and mercifull in what he must do, hunt only what he needs and be without joy of suffering. A prey who knows what it is to be a hunter will not be resentfull, nor vengefull, instead humbled and honoured to fill his place in the Rhythm.
  855.  
  856. Thus, the first lesson in Defiance is acceptance, both of oneself and of others. Only then can you strive to be something else, and to shift the Rhythm as must always be done. As the Rhythm flows, the hunter becomes prey, and the prey hunter. Those who study the Way of Defiance learn to accept what they are, yet resist it with their entire being. In this they find the ultimate freedom of the Way, to flow with the Rythm and drive it along with their will, never pausing, never looking back.
  857.  
  858.  
  859. The Way of Defiance is symbolized by the black raven.
  860.  
  861. You remove a pale, featureless bone mask.
  862.  
  863. You will now be described as " who bears a form similar to the fauns of the Ancient Heartwood. Supple musculature covers a lithe frame bearing long arms covered from the elbow down with a thin pelt of brown fur. He carries his weight upon rear-jointed bovine legs, the flesh beneath hidden by a pelt long and shaggy enough to cover cloven feet; the broad claws that compliment them similarly are spackled with mud. Among a few features shared with the Heartwood fauns are the pronounced ridge running throughout his nasal cavity (which only adds to the gauntness of his face), the goat-like ears that sprout from the sides of his head and the nut-brown skin boasting a hardened and inflexible look as though carved from wood. Small glass objects, pieces of bone and other trophies have been braided through moss-like hair a color stuck somewhere between green and black. The green radiance that shines forth from the oaken ocular caverns where his eyes should be finishes off this otherworldly picture and a pale, featureless bone mask hangs from his belt, worn, pitted and scarred from combat or travel."
  864.  
  865. When describing yourself, keep in mind that your race and your clothing is already described. Furthermore, the format of the description will look like: She is a resilient human <your description starts here>.
  866.  
  867. You have emoted: Angwe smiles, clasping his hands at his waist. "I'm glad," he says. "What were your thoughts on the Way of Severity?"
  868.  
  869. Tolemy tips her head. "What are yours?" she asks.
  870.  
  871. Your pose is now set as:
  872. Standing before Tolemy, Angwe's claws are clasped at his waist.
  873.  
  874. You have emoted: Angwe grins slightly. "I thought Evasion was a Syssin trait," he says, his tone teasing. "Are you sure you ain't Syndicate?"
  875.  
  876. Flecking the darkened sky with streaks of orange and magenta, rays of early morning light streak upwards from a newly awakened sun.
  877.  
  878. The shadows fade, leaving your footfalls audible once again.
  879.  
  880. "Mm," Tolemy drawls, trailing her fingers over the words before her. "It says here that cunning is a trait of that which is prey. I am not Syndicate. Maybe I am merely a hunted thing."
  881.  
  882. You have emoted: "We are all hunted in our own time," Angwe shoots back. "Ah, but no matter."
  883.  
  884. Eyebrows lifted, Tolemy says, "No?"
  885.  
  886. The bright sun shines down upon you.
  887.  
  888. PRAISE THE SUN!
  889.  
  890. You have emoted: Angwe takes a short breath before he begins preaching. "Severity is the faculty by which we realize our potential," he begins. "By which I mean put it into practice."
  891.  
  892. Tolemy rises, watching you. "There's truth in your Lord's teachings, " she admits, lacing her fingers together. "But there is truth in a great many things."
  893.  
  894. Tolemy says, "Perhaps that is what I am unable to tether my heart to any one God."
  895.  
  896. You say to Tolemy, "The Hunter observes his life, his goals. With Defiance, they first seek to understand their place in the world and their limitations. Severity is the second act."
  897.  
  898. His lips curling up into a not-altogether pleasant smile, you say to Tolemy, "Severity is the act itself, you could say. Or the intention to act without hesitation, without the need to second guess yourself, for you've already understood exactly what it is you must do."
  899.  
  900. Rising higher in the sky, the sun illuminates the land, confining darkness to the shadows.
  901.  
  902. "And the third act," Tolemy sighs, folding her arms. "Is Destruction."
  903.  
  904. You nod your head affirmatively.
  905.  
  906. Tolemy's smile is small, and rueful. "I think I understand," she says, running her fingers across the edge of the altar.
  907.  
  908. You have emoted: "Properly applied Destruction is never needless," Angwe reminds Tolemy, raising a bracing claw. "To Destroy without purpose, without need... this unbalances the Rhythm and corrupts the spirit, the hunt."
  909.  
  910. You say, "Above all, a Hunter should do what is necessary. Nothing more, nothing less."
  911.  
  912. The bright sun shines down upon you.
  913.  
  914. Tolemy shuts her eyes and shakes her head. "I am no Hunter," she says, her voice small. Pushing away from the altar, she adds, "My mothers understood your Lord in their own way, I think. All of them kept the Cycle near to their hearts."
  915.  
  916. Your pose is now:
  917. Preaching to Tolemy in reverent tones, Angwe stands behind the Altar of Defiance.
  918.  
  919. Tolemy says, "Praise the Father, they'd say. Praise the Father. Praise the Mother. And praise the King."
  920.  
  921. You have emoted: Some hint of sorrow taints Angwe's smile now. "I have heard it said that a good mother would chop of a limb for their child, just like a wolf would lose a limb to be free."
  922.  
  923. The bloodline of Angwe:
  924. Great Grandparents
  925. ------------------
  926. Aquifn M: Unknown F: Unknown
  927. Ryuu M: Unknown F: Unknown
  928. Xenafor M: Unknown F: Unknown
  929.  
  930. Grandparents
  931. ------------
  932. Ysi M: Unknown F: Aquifn
  933. [redacted] M: Unknown F: Unknown
  934. Yettave M: Ryuu F: Xenafor
  935.  
  936. Parents
  937. -------
  938. Ladrana M: Unknown F: Ysi
  939. Akimoto M: [redacted] F: Yettave
  940.  
  941. Siblings
  942. --------
  943. Konnorn (Half)
  944. Isobel (Half)
  945. Aryk (Half)
  946.  
  947. Children
  948. --------
  949. None.
  950.  
  951.  
  952. (Royal Arcan Bloodline): You say, "T'was nice to run across you, grandfather."
  953.  
  954. Tolemy snorts, glancing at you. "When the wolves came down from the hills, we'd offer Him the teeth of the ones we killed," she says, "The teeth, and the hearts." Her fingers reach for the metal ring that dangles from her headdress. "But lose a limb? No. They would not have done that for me. My mothers are women who have lost enough already."
  955.  
  956. (Royal Arcan Bloodline): You say, "Run across, run through... but hey, it's rare I see you either way."
  957.  
  958. The following members of the clan of Royal Arcan Bloodline are online:
  959. Roux Aquila.
  960. Scout Master Angwe Arcan, the Claw.
  961.  
  962. Attaining her fullest glory, the shining sun sits upon her throne at the apex of her daily trek through the firmament.
  963.  
  964. You have emoted: Angwe provides no answer for this, the emerald tempest of his gaze appraising Tolemy in silence.
  965.  
  966. Tolemy wanders, slowly, and at the end, she stands beside you. She too, says nothing, folding her arms across her torso and regarding the surrounding jungle with a distant gaze.
  967.  
  968.  
  969. Your pose is now set as:
  970. In companionable silence, Angwe stands here beside Tolemy looking over the sacred jungle.
  971.  
  972. At length, you ask, "Who was it you called king?"
  973.  
  974. Tolemy turn to you. "The Underking," she says, simply.
  975.  
  976. With a slight nod, you demonstrate your understanding.
  977.  
  978. You have emoted: "The Rhythm and the Cycle are closely entwined" Angwe says. "Aye, it was Life, Death and Rebirth who walked across the void of creation when Lord Varion first sang the song that brought about creation."
  979.  
  980. "You're..." Tolemy begins, watching you carefully. Then, abruptly, she asks, "Do you love Him?"
  981.  
  982. The sun begins her downward journey towards eventual sleep, casting even, full light upon the land.
  983.  
  984. You have emoted: The question seems to take Angwe by surprise. "L-love Him?" he stammers. "I... I s'pose I do." He smiles warmly, dipping his claws into a leather herb pouch.
  985.  
  986. Tolemy mirrors your smile, dropping her chin. "And how do you show it?" she asks, the question posed in a voice that is kind and sincere.
  987.  
  988. You have emoted: "He has given me more 'n I could tell you," Angwe continues, pulling a cigarette case from a leather herb pouch. "Not the least of which is guidance and confidence."
  989.  
  990. You take a cigarette case depicting a dryad's kiss from a leather herb pouch.
  991.  
  992. You open a cigarette case depicting a dryad's kiss.
  993.  
  994. This cigarette case has expertly been crafted from beech wood, its petite confines just large enough to store about seven or eight cigarettes of average size. The smooth tool possesses rounded edges, providing a perfect grip, and the lid closes seamlessly to ensure that anything stored inside is kept dry. The top sports an intricate inlay within a circle of darker mahogany. Skillfully set into the polished background is the delicate image of a dryad from the Ithmian forests, her slender body clad into nothing but leafy vines. A young man is next to her, his eyes closed, knees bent and arms stretched out backwards as if to get a hold while his face is in her hands. An almost unearthly blissful smile graces his lips which are just claimed by the forest maiden. The lovely scene fits seamlessly into the warmly-hued background for the wood has been sanded to a satin smoothness and treated with a thin layer of lacquer to provide protection against everyday wear and tear, making this a precious and quite intimate tool alike.
  995. It has 116 months of usefulness left.
  996. It weighs about 15 pound(s).
  997. It bears the distinctive mark of Elorin A. Tanarian, the Craftsman.
  998. A cigarette case depicting a dryad's kiss is holding:
  999. "cigarette171719" a slender white cigarette
  1000. "cigarette172587" a slender white cigarette
  1001. "cigarette172963" a slender white cigarette
  1002. "cigarette60721" a slender white cigarette
  1003. "cigarette88125" a slender white cigarette
  1004. "cigarette236921" an ice-blue cigarette
  1005. "cigarette24479" an ice-blue cigarette
  1006. "cigarette239188" an ice-blue cigarette
  1007. "cigarette163383" an ice-blue cigarette
  1008. "cigarette96016" an ice-blue cigarette
  1009. It is holding 10 objects.
  1010.  
  1011. You have emoted: "Spreading His word," Angwe answers, offering a cigarette case depicting a dryad's kiss to Tolemy. "Doing His work and pondering His mysteries."
  1012.  
  1013. You say, "Living and growing. These are the things He loves most, to see us mortals grow to something beyond ourselves. To Defy our limitations."
  1014.  
  1015. Your pose is now set as:
  1016. Angwe stands behind the Altar of Defiance, conversing quietly with Tolemy.
  1017.  
  1018. Tolemy's hand rests, briefly, on the case and consequently, briefly against your fingers, but she quickly retracts her touch, shaking her head. With closed eyes, she sighs, happily. "It's something I've always been concerned about," she says, "How we show the Gods we love Them."
  1019.  
  1020. You give a cigarette case depicting a dryad's kiss to Tolemy.
  1021.  
  1022. The deepening dusk yields to impenetrable darkness as night claims the land.
  1023.  
  1024. You silently summon the shadows to soften and conceal your footsteps.
  1025.  
  1026. You have emoted: "You weren't raised in the tradition of any particular Divine," Angwe infers.
  1027.  
  1028. Tolemy takes a slender white cigarette from a cigarette case depicting a dryad's kiss.
  1029.  
  1030. You say, "Yet you seem... spiritually minded. Do your people worship Them all?"
  1031.  
  1032. Tolemy hands the cigarette case depicting a dryad's kiss back to you.
  1033.  
  1034. You take a slender white cigarette from a cigarette case depicting a dryad's kiss.
  1035.  
  1036. You close a cigarette case depicting a dryad's kiss.
  1037.  
  1038. Tolemy shrugs, cupping the cigarette behind a hand, lighting it with a huff of her own breath.
  1039.  
  1040. Your pose is now set as:
  1041. A cigarette pressed between his fingers, Angwe stands behind the Altar of Defiance in quiet conversation with Tolemy.
  1042.  
  1043. Tolemy says, "Truly? I grew up under your Gods, and more. I never knew anything else."
  1044.  
  1045. Tolemy smiles slightly. "You seem the strange one, to me," she explains, gesturing vaguely with the cigarette. "All of you."
  1046.  
  1047. Tolemy takes a long drag from a lit slender white cigarette.
  1048.  
  1049. The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.
  1050.  
  1051. You have emoted: Angwe cocks his head curiously as he watches Tolemy light her cigarette. "That's a neat trick," he notes. "And aye, I s'pose most folk outside of the cities or the Council aren't so particular with what Divine they give their respect to."
  1052.  
  1053. You carefully light a slender white cigarette.
  1054.  
  1055. You take a long drag from a lit slender white cigarette, holding the thin, hot smoke in your lungs for a moment.
  1056.  
  1057. You exhale a pale cloud of smoke, redolent with aniseed scents.
  1058.  
  1059. Editor's note: Not included, @Tok fixing a bug I submit in literally under 10 seconds.
  1060.  
  1061. "Or beings," Tolemy adds, and laughs, "Or -spirits-." She tips her head back, stretching, her eyes shut. She breathes smoke into the night sky. "There is so much more to this world, Angwe. How can you fit faith into a handful of books?"
  1062.  
  1063. Deepest Stygian night steals over the land as the symbolic hourglass empties and turns, ready to begin a new day.
  1064. It is now the 21st of Lanosian, year 389 of the Midnight Age.
  1065.  
  1066. You have emoted: "A few books ain't enough," Angwe agrees simply. "A mountainous library ain't enough. You ask any of His their own thoughts on the Ways and you're sure to hear a plethera of answers all very different from one 'nother." He flicks his ash to the undergrowth, considering.
  1067.  
  1068. You say, "Everyone's relationship with the Divine is different... personal."
  1069.  
  1070. Tolemy only grins, her head stll hung back, her eyes still shut. It looks as if she is trying to drink in the starlight.
  1071.  
  1072. You take a long drag from a lit slender white cigarette, holding the thin, hot smoke in your lungs for a moment.
  1073.  
  1074. You exhale a pale cloud of smoke, redolent with aniseed scents.
  1075.  
  1076. You have emoted: "Come," Angwe abruptly speaks up. "I think it'll be alright if I showed you something a lil' bit extra." He grins at Tolemy, tugging on her sleeve before he sets off southwards, towards the looming statue of Haern.
  1077.  
  1078. She is a resilient Human whose complexion is a fair, muted golden brown. Her face is long and serious; the bridge of her nose is nearly flat, her forehead high, and the brow over her dark, slanted eyes is shallow. Short and fit, her thin frame holds a limber grace. Her hair has been bound up and tucked beneath the many layers of her headdress; what little of it can be seen at the nape of her neck and her temples is black. She walks with the blessing of Slyphe.
  1079. She is wearing:
  1080. a simple brown pouch, hanging from the belt
  1081. tight, tan leggings, worn on the legs
  1082. a white, form fitting blouse, covering the torso
  1083. a beaded belt of reds and browns, strapped around the hips
  1084. a sleek scabbard of knotted ribbon, wrapped around the waist
  1085. a pair of scrimshaw ivory bracers, around one wrist
  1086. ornate, pale boots with curled toes, worn on the feet
  1087. sheepskin gaiters with crisscrossing straps, worn over the boots
  1088. a headdress of cloth and baubles, worn on head
  1089. an ivory, gilt-trimmed pack, worn on the back
  1090.  
  1091. Sewn to have an unforgiving, tight fit, this blouse is made of thick, white fabric. Reinforcing the interior is a panel of leather. It is shaped vaguely like a vest, but it is cut so that it is completely invisible from the outside. The only hint of its existence is the stiff, resistive nature of the blouse. The leather gives the figure subtle shape and support, without being anywhere near as restrictive as a corset. The shirt's neckline is wide and square, and it has tight sleeves that end at the elbows. It closes with a row of tiny, round grey buttons that begin at the left hip, and extend in a straight line up to the waist, where they then angle sharply to align with the outside edge of the collar bone, and continue straight up to the neckline. The blouse's bottom hem reaches the hips, tapering to a slight point at both the front and the back.
  1092.  
  1093. Your pose is now set as:
  1094. Angwe is here, leading Tolemy through the jungle darkness.
  1095.  
  1096. The gesture thoughtless and easy, Tolemy turns, grasps your lifted hand, and follows behind.
  1097.  
  1098. Tolemy begins to follow you.
  1099.  
  1100. Tolemy follows you to the south.
  1101. Tolemy follows you to the south.
  1102. Tolemy follows you to the south.
  1103. Central courtyard in the Temple of Thorns.
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  1119.  
  1120. ---------- 1:-1:-9 ----------
  1121. The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. This is the very center of the Temple of Thorns, and a massive statue of Haern has been placed here. The area is open to the sky, and overgrown with tall grasses and shrubs. At the base of the statue, several thick vines are rooted and entwine themselves around the figure of the Hunter. Those clinging to His cloak sprout white blossoms that attract pollenating insects, whereas red foliage clings tenuously to His sword and drop a carpet of leaves and petals at the statue's feet. Wrapping themselves around the bare torso of Haern, these vines produce a wide variety of budding flowers and berries. Amid the flattened paths that run through the courtyard, many bushes have grown to resemble animals. Most notable among them are a bear, a raven, and a serpent. A slick coating of purple sludge drips over everything here. A large, blood-splattered totem has been erected here, formed of obsidian, ivory and red-wood. Facing outwards and surrounding the totem are a large ivory bear, an obsidian raven and a red-wood serpent.
  1122. You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.
  1123.  
  1124. A fioagan darts into view from the west.
  1125.  
  1126. You pet a fioagan ingratiatingly.
  1127.  
  1128. Tolemy asks, "And what's here?"
  1129.  
  1130. You have emoted: Angwe glances this way and that before tugging Tolemy towards the base of the statue. "Knowledge," is his answer.
  1131.  
  1132. Tolemy follows you to Elsweyr‎.
  1133. Inside a statue of Haern.
  1134. This room has not been mapped.
  1135. The inside of this statue is cool to the touch, the massive expanse of granite towering well overhead. The entire statue is hollow, and the damp jungle soil houses only stray roots and grasses. Faintly pulsing runes have been etched into the stone, depicting various hunters and animals - it seems almost as though it shows a history of the Hunter's existence. A slick coating of purple sludge drips over everything here. Set into the ground is a stone slab carved in intricate detail with the triad of Haern.
  1136. You see a single exit leading out.
  1137.  
  1138. Deep groves in the stone form the basic triple knot of the triad, whereas shallower cuts form interlaced patterns and designs. Inside each of the three knots is an animal, their depictions stained into the rock permanently with some sort of ink or dye. One is a raven done in black and silver, its wings spread and beak open as if emitting a screeching call. Another is a bear, done in white and gold, one paw making a clawing motion towards the center of the slab. The last is a coiled serpent done in red and bronze, its shape spiralling outward and fangs ready to strike.
  1139. It weighs about 312 pound(s).
  1140.  
  1141. The runes casting shadows across her face, Tolemy frowns. "I don't understand," she says.
  1142.  
  1143. You have emoted: Angwe leads Tolemy over to a stone slab, setting his hand upon it. "You will in time," he says, furrowing his brow in concentration.
  1144.  
  1145. A stone slab begins to glow softly.
  1146.  
  1147. You say to Tolemy, "Speak of this to -no one-."
  1148.  
  1149. Rough energies pull you through the slab.
  1150. Tolemy follows you to the ether.
  1151. An earthen corridor.
  1152. This room has not been mapped.
  1153. This tunnel has naturally formed underneath the temple courtyard, framed by the roots of tall kola trees. Their gnarled shapes line the corridor walls, and several iridescent mosses have grown among them, lighting the area in a mutely prismatic glow. The tunnel leads towards an open cavern to the north and terminates to the south in a pile of soft soil. Set into the ground is a stone slab carved in intricate detail with the triad of Haern.
  1154. You see a single exit leading north.
  1155.  
  1156. "I won't," Tolemy promises, her voice lowered. She keeps close to you, reaching out with her free hand to touch one of the glowing mosses.
  1157.  
  1158. You have emoted: Angwe pulls Tolemy into the stone after him, the energies acting on the pair rough and uncompromising in their urgency. Emerging from the other side, you find yourself within a tunnel.
  1159.  
  1160. You have emoted: Angwe hastens Tolemy along the corridor, his hooves supernaturally silent in the close space.
  1161.  
  1162. Tolemy follows you to the north.
  1163. The Library of Thorns.
  1164. This room has not been mapped.
  1165. A small cavern opens up directly under the central courtyard of the Temple, and within its dirt walls are dozens of natural shelves. The packed clay looks suitable for storing books, and they line the cavern, allowing those who wander here to study of the wilds. The air here is warm, vented from some unknown source, creating a suitable environment for meditation. An altar comprised of tri-colored granite sits heavily on the ground. A small sign indicates that LIBRARY CATALOG will list the materials in this library.
  1166. You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.
  1167.  
  1168. Tolemy snorts, her grin sly. "I'd never guess that an order of Hunters kept a hidden library," she says, teasing.
  1169.  
  1170. You have emoted: You have the sensation of traveling deeper under the earth. All at once, the tunnel Angwe leads you through opens up into an expansive cavern, its walls lined with natural shelves bearing books.
  1171.  
  1172. You wryly say, "We are often misunderstood."
  1173.  
  1174. The shadows fade, leaving your footfalls audible once again.
  1175.  
  1176. Flecking the darkened sky with streaks of orange and magenta, rays of early morning light streak upwards from a newly awakened sun.
  1177.  
  1178. You say, "Few city folk expect to find the Sentinel Guild hosts the largest collection of scholars and scientists in the Council (save p'raps the Ascenderil). Still, it's true."
  1179.  
  1180. Leading Tolemy over to a nameless scroll, you say, "Here's some of my own work. Secret, sacred runes long lost, but recovered by... mostly by my own luck, heh."
  1181.  
  1182. Tolemy reaches for the scroll, her eyes suddenly bright. "Let me see," she murmurs.
  1183.  
  1184. You have emoted: Angwe slaps Tolemy's hand.
  1185.  
  1186. Tolemy recoils, her hand clutched to her chest, her face furrowed with a frown.
  1187.  
  1188. Raising a claw to his lips, you say to Tolemy, "Emphasis on -secret-. What you see in that scroll cannae be unseen. If the sacred tongue is used outside of ceremony, especially by one not of His fold..."
  1189.  
  1190. His face abruptly cast in shadow, you say, "I cannae prepare you for what will happen to you."
  1191.  
  1192. You ask Tolemy, "Ken me?"
  1193.  
  1194. Regal, Tolemy tosses her head, clasping her hands over her bracers, covering the odd markings on them. "I understand," she responds gravely.
  1195.  
  1196. You have emoted: Angwe nods his head slightly and withdraws his hand, allowing Tolemy access.
  1197.  
  1198. Rising higher in the sky, the sun illuminates the land, confining darkness to the shadows.
  1199.  
  1200. Your pose is now set as:
  1201. Angwe hovers over Tolemy as she peruses the library.
  1202.  
  1203. Tolemy runs her fingers over the runes, mouthing them carefully, and, most importantly, -silently-, to herself. Half-way through the list, she stops and asks, "Are some of these names?"
  1204.  
  1205. The piercing cry of an eagle echoes through the cavern.
  1206.  
  1207. You have emoted: Angwe nods his head in confirmation. "In times past, it was custom for the Lord to grant those of His fold a totem. That totem would become a part of their names."
  1208.  
  1209. You smile and say, "I bore a totem myself when we first met."
  1210.  
  1211. Tolemy says, "Which was it?"
  1212.  
  1213. You tell Teani, "Good eve."
  1214.  
  1215. Teani tells you, "Hi."
  1216.  
  1217. A loud bear roar rumbles through the cavern.
  1218.  
  1219. Tolemy shrieks and jumps.
  1220.  
  1221. Trading his smile for a graver expression, you say, "I was a'Bainidhe. The Mad One, or the Reckless."
  1222.  
  1223. Breathing more slowly, but still tense, Tolemy asks you, "And now?"
  1224.  
  1225. You have emoted: Angwe's smile returns. "Now? I am His Claw, Angwe Arcan. Nothing more."
  1226.  
  1227. Crossing his arms, you say, "If He sees fit to grant me a totem, I will proudly bear it. But since I renounced the Beast, I was no longer bainidhe."
  1228.  
  1229. A swarm of honey bees flutters in towards you, gliding over you as it drops a letter into your hands before flapping away once more.
  1230. H:100% M:91% E:100% W:100% Bl: 0 XP:91% [csdb eb]
  1231. **********************************[ Letters ]**********************************
  1232. ID Sender Recipient Months left
  1233. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  1234. 284663 Aryanne Angwe 7
  1235. *******************************************************************************
  1236.  
  1237. This letter is made of the finest quality paper, and is rolled into a cylinder, with a red ribbon to keep it from unfurling.
  1238. It has 7 months of usefulness left.
  1239. It weighs 1 ounce(s).
  1240. It is closed and you can not see inside of it.
  1241.  
  1242. You tilt your head curiously at an elegant white letter.
  1243.  
  1244. You open an elegant white letter.
  1245.  
  1246. Attaining her fullest glory, the shining sun sits upon her throne at the apex of her daily trek through the firmament.
  1247.  
  1248. This letter is made of the finest quality paper, and is rolled into a cylinder, with a red ribbon to keep it from unfurling.
  1249. It has 7 months of usefulness left.
  1250. It weighs 1 ounce(s).
  1251. An elegant white letter is holding:
  1252. "maddelif261927" a Maddelif flower
  1253. "lilac261962" a sprig of purple lilac
  1254. "flower284602" a delicate grish flower
  1255. "flower285236" a delicate grish flower
  1256. It is holding 4 objects.
  1257.  
  1258. You read what is written on an elegant white letter:
  1259.  
  1260.  
  1261. You chuckle at an elegant white letter.
  1262.  
  1263. Tolemy's smile is an echo of your, and something about it - though, perhaps it is the gentle look in her eyes, too - is deeply understanding. Tenderly, she rolls the scroll back up, placing it on its shelf. "Thank you," she says, simply.
  1264.  
  1265. You tell Aryanne, "Thank you."
  1266.  
  1267. Aryanne tells you, "I've been told they make lovely snacks."
  1268.  
  1269. Aryanne tells you, "If you're not the sort to enjoy them.. just as they are."
  1270.  
  1271. You tell Aryanne, "Heh, they aren't exactly my kinda snack, nah. Maybe when I was a bear."
  1272.  
  1273. The harsh caw of a raven sounds painfully behind you.
  1274.  
  1275. Aryanne tells you, "I do hope you can appreciate them on their own rights, then?"
  1276.  
  1277. You have emoted: Angwe raises his right claw to his chest. "You're welcome in this place," he tells Tolemy. "Any time you wish to return, approach one of the Hunt. I will let them know that you're a seeker after knowledge."
  1278.  
  1279. Tolemy bows her head, humbly, her hands folded over her lap.
  1280.  
  1281. You say to Tolemy, "You're free to stay here... if you wish. Unless you've some place in particular you'd like to go?"
  1282.  
  1283. You say to Tolemy, "Myself, I'll likely be headed to 'Norian. You can come along if you'd like."
  1284.  
  1285. Tolemy says, "I think I'd rather go for a walk, if you don't mind. I'd like a look at the jungle."
  1286.  
  1287. With a slight nod, you demonstrate your understanding.
  1288.  
  1289. You reach out and touch Altar of Instinct.
  1290.  
  1291. The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across your lips as you glance at Altar of Instinct.
  1292.  
  1293. To Tolemy, you say, "Follow me, please."
  1294.  
  1295. Tolemy begins to follow you.
  1296.  
  1297. Tolemy follows you to the east.
  1298. Underneath the ivory tree.
  1299. This room has not been mapped.
  1300. This natural tunnel terminates abruptly to the east. The soil bears an ivory tinge similar to the trees that grow above it, and several roots of the same hue push through from the ground above. The area is moist and damp, as the jungle above saturates the ground with near constant precipitation. A white root, larger than the others, pushes its way through the ceiling of earth.
  1301. You see a single exit leading west.
  1302.  
  1303. Tolemy follows behind you, asking, "Can I get out, by myself? I think I recall the way we came in."
  1304.  
  1305. The sun begins her downward journey towards eventual sleep, casting even, full light upon the land.
  1306.  
  1307. You have emoted: "You're in luck!" Angwe says to Tolemy as he leads Tolemy through the tunnels. "You wanted to know more 'bout the Ivory Tree, right?"
  1308.  
  1309. Tolemy nods her head at you.
  1310.  
  1311. You have emoted: Angwe halts as the tunnel comes to an end. "Well I hope you're in the mood to climb," he says, reaching straight up to grasp a root. "'Cause these trees happen to be the way outta here."
  1312.  
  1313. Tolemy frowns, regarding the root, and then reaches for it with certainty.
  1314.  
  1315. You have emoted: With a pump of his ungulate legs, Angwe hops up and hoists himself into a comfortable grab on one of the pale roots. He locks his hooves around its girth, pausing there to wait on Tolemy.
  1316.  
  1317. Your pose is now set as:
  1318. Clinging to a pale root, Angwe waits.
  1319.  
  1320. "Gods above," Tolemy mutters, grabbing the root with both hands. "Move on. I can climb," she says with a laugh, swinging her legs up until she can clasp her knees around the root. Artfully, she braces one of her boots in the root's solid, unyielding curve.
  1321.  
  1322. You nod your head in approval.
  1323.  
  1324. The white root from the Ivory tree in the Temple above glows with a light all its own. Its surface appears porous like bone and it is just as hard. The single root tapers along its length to a sharp point and curls around itself in a quickly closing spiral. Encased within the spiral is a white bear pelt.
  1325. It weighs about 5 pound(s).
  1326.  
  1327. You pull gently on the root, and suddenly a vine snakes from it to wrap around your arm.
  1328. Wild energy pulls you through the root.
  1329. Tolemy follows you to the ether.
  1330. Atop the Ivory Tree.
  1331. This room has not been mapped.
  1332. The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. From here it is possible to see out over the entirety of the Temple of Thorns and beyond, the spread of the Dun Valley as it blankets the land in a thick, verdant canopy. The leaves of the Ivory Tree are a bright white, and this area is as cold as ground below. Somehow, though, it does not chill to the bone.
  1333. There are no obvious exits.
  1334.  
  1335. You have emoted: Thoughly practiced at this, Angwe snags ahold of one of the topmost branches of the Ivory Tree, saving himself from a painful landing.
  1336.  
  1337. Your pose is now set as:
  1338. Angwe is here, clinging to a branch.
  1339.  
  1340. Tolemy screams with laughter as the tree responds, helping her in her dizzying ascent to the top branches. Breathless, she clings to the tree.
  1341.  
  1342. The deepening dusk yields to impenetrable darkness as night claims the land.
  1343.  
  1344. You silently summon the shadows to soften and conceal your footsteps.
  1345.  
  1346. Her headdress loose, and strands of her hair flying, Tolemy says, "Well then!"
  1347.  
  1348. You have emoted: Angwe bears his teeth in a feral grin. "Streightforward climb right DOWN to the jungle floor!" he calls over the wind. "Ought to be able to find your way 'round from there, ey?"
  1349.  
  1350. Tolemy nods her head at you.
  1351.  
  1352. You move about quickly and lose Tolemy.
  1353.  
  1354. Tolemy scrambles across the branches, reaching out to grab your wrist.
  1355.  
  1356. Sternly, Tolemy says, "-Thank you-."
  1357.  
  1358. With a stern look on your face, you nod at Tolemy.
  1359.  
  1360. You say to Tolemy, "Don't be a stranger."
  1361.  
  1362. Tolemy shakes her head at you.
  1363.  
  1364. Tolemy says, "I won't be. You be well."
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