A brisk, twinkling wind blows past you, harsh words carried upon it saying, "Putrescent and disgusting, tainted shard?"

You say, "Aye. Do you decide to engage in words instead of hiding beyond Your power, Navigator? I'm honestly surprised."

His brow furrowed, Darvellan, the Navigator says, "Tell Us, Marcella, do you spout this because My Cousin says such? I know I've heard Him say the coward bit before, but not the other."

(Magnagora): Shango says, "I see...the enormous ones can summon..."

Elanorwen struggles to claim the Pulsing Orb of Glorious Life.

You say, "I am not just a mouthpiece for the Pyresmith, however. I describe the actions undertaken as putrescent, as the evidence simply mounts with every interaction I put my hand to."

Centre of the Necropolis.It is difficult to detect any features of the room, due to the powerful field of energy that is put out by the Megalith of Doom, absorbing all but the darkest of colours and dominating everything else in the room. The architecture of the room is designed to accommodate the Megalith of Doom with a high dome that forms the entire ceiling. A circular series of steps descends three tiers down to the indentation in the centre of the room where the Megalith stands. Four archways lead out of the room to the other areas of the Necropolis, where candles and other illumination can barely be detected through the powerful force of the Megalith. Rising up from cracks in the floor, the Megalith of Doom towers above everything here, polluting the air with its foul fumes. The Keeper of the Megalith stands here radiating a tainted presence. There are 45 wights here. A grotesque ghast squats here, dragging its taloned hands on the ground. There are 2 gibbering ghouls here. There are 30 illithoid reavers here. A hunting trophy bearing Selna's head is here, a grisly reminder of the power of a skillful hunter. Swirling eddies of chaotic ether dance around a marble shrine to Morgfyre that holds a crystal model of the planispheres. There are 3 wights here. The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the air here. A hunting trophy bearing Acerbus's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the air here. A hunting trophy bearing Neos's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Ciaran's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Baelfyre's head is here, a grisly reminder of the power of a skillful hunter. A hunting trophy bearing Ollie's head is here, a grisly reminder of the power of a skillful hunter. A hunting trophy bearing Ryboi's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Lunalo's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Avurekhos's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Avurekhos's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Johan's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Ciaran's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Lorah's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Elanorwen's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Enadonella's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. The ashes of Eliron lie here in a pile. There are 12 plague lords here. Crying out the latest news, Rasshid d'Sifal strolls purposefully through the streets. Darvellan, the Navigator stands here, surrounded by a mist of twinkling starlight.
You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.
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look darvellan
He is a radiant immortal and is surrounded by a cloud of ethereal stars, each seemingly set in an orbit about Him. Drawn back into a shoulder-length ponytail from its widow's peak source, silky hair as dark as ebony offsets slightly the tanned, worn complexion of His face. With only the faintest hint of cragginess, His otherwise handsome face is somewhat marred by the jagged, white scar running across His right eye, starting from the temple and working its way to the base of His nose. Immediately surrounding the searing scar, grey flesh creeps around both the scar and the unseeing eye, creating a ghastly effect. While lithe and slender, toned muscles also grace His frame, seemingly dancing beneath His swarthy skin with each movement made. He is wearing beard of stubble as black as night, a pair of nearly knee-high, faded leather boots, a tattered coat of Half-Formed leather, a cloud of stars suspended in starlight, a starlit pearl pin, a pair of cuffed breeches and a jet-black tricorne covered with glowing lines of power.
Grown out just long enough to be prickly without being annoying or abrasive to the touch, this black-as-night beard graces the Navigator's face, running along His cheeks and chin, but no lower than just below His jawbone. Seemingly lighter than the rest of the stubble, though barely so, a strip runs beneath His nose, joining on either side of the mouth.

Raising the eyebrow over His bad eye, Darvellan, the Navigator says, "Ah, so you claim the burden of the words entirely, which is not the case for the 'cowardice' claim."

Sparkling motes of bright light surround the Megalith of Doom.

Shango steps out of the Megalith of Doom, trailing sparkling motes of light.

>> Shango pants like a dog.

Trooper Shango, Recruit Second Class says, "Total of 5 before I returned."

>> Darvellan raises an eyebrow at Shango.

Trooper Shango, Recruit Second Class says, "2 bloated, 3 enormous."

Sinister ritual chanting echoes faintly from afar, as shadowy, cloaked figures slip across the corner of your eye.

Trooper Shango, Recruit Second Class says, "The Gorgog creatures."

You say, "I do. For a recent example, it would be how they took advantage of the hamsterhunt to assault noncompetitors and raid the city proper."

A struggle erupts somewhere in the city, there is a lady's yelp about lost jewelry followed by laughter, and then all goes quiet.

You say to Shango, "I am currently conversing with Darvellan, trooper. Do be quiet for a bit about your gorgog hunting."

>> Comprehension flashes across Shango's face.

You say, "I then found it not worth my time to join the freeforall as I knew I would be ganged upon, and Tremula was slain by two-on-one as I predicted."

Darvellan, the Navigator says, "Such is the nature of a free for all, tainted shard."

> You shrug helplessly.

Darvellan, the Navigator says, "As for the actions of the hamsterhunt, they were instructed to cease offensive action once I was aware."

His left eyebrow remaining raised, Darvellan, the Navigator says, "But such seems to happen amongst you shards often, which leaves little support for the bile you spout about Me, particularly when it is not even backed by the teachings of the One you follow."

>> A bloodhound pants heavily, his tail wagging enthusiastically.

Drily, you say, "I am not certain that Yomoigu would disagree with me, I have just found it not a topic I have ever broached with Him."

A series of sniggers and snickers rises and falls along the rooftops as the cogs in the smog scuttle above.

You say, "You and Yours have had absolutely no response to any of my accusations except for murderings, lying in wait, and Divine zaps. I have interpreted such as an inability to refute."

>> Darvellan furrows His brow deeply, causing His jet-black tricorne to dip forward.

>> Ardrak, Keeper of the Megalith stares darkly into nothingness, thinking about things one can only guess at.

Darvellan, the Navigator says, "It is not your place to accuse Me of anything, tainted shard."

Darvellan, the Navigator says, "Your accusations against those from the hunt before have not been responseless either."

You say, "It is not Your place to inherit the world, Navigator. You are powerless against the Soulless. Mortality, shards - they are what are important at this time. You and the rest of the Gods have no power but to guide and strengthen."

Arcanis tells you, "Free?"

>> Darvellan furrows His brow in thought.

A bank of blue fog rolls in from the up, upon which gallops a bone white nightmare.
A plague lord says, "I am here to serve, citizen."

>> Tanin inclines his head politely to those around him.

>> Shango tilts his head curiously.

Exotic, heady fragrances of pungent cinnamon and myrrh tickle your senses, mixing with a slick, oily aroma.

Darvellan, the Navigator says, "You claim a single shard is above an Elder?"

You say, "As Lusternia is ours, it is my right as a mortal to condemn You for Your past actions that nearly doomed the First World. You are far removed from the source of most of Magnagora's choler, but You also decided to listen to none but Lisaera, the one whom we regard as *the* Traitor."
Ardrak, Keeper of the Megalith says, "The Engine of Transformation and the holder of the Megalith, what better place could one choose to live?"

You say, "And perhaps one shard's condemnation is nothing, pointless."

You say, "But if the idea spreads, and the ideal is taken up by more and more shards, well, mountains can be moved just as surely as if a God moved them."

Rasshid d'Sifal gives one last cry and departs to the north to deliver the news.

His face glowering suddenly, Darvellan, the Navigator says, "And what actions of Mine would you claim to have doomed the First World, tainted shard?"

Rivius stands triumphant, the winner of the free-for-all in the Klangratch Tournies.
You say, "I would have gone to You and spoken evenly. I would have engaged You in civil debate. You decided to fling me from You instead for the crime of existing as I am. The action I would speak of would be not abandoning a search, a futile search for a consumed Goddess, going too far from the First World and being unable to lend Your arm to its defence. Your expertise would have been dearly appreciated, likely, by Xyl and the rest when they were seeking aetherbubbles to protect them from the Soulless with those aetheric spire things. I am sure many bubbles existed that are now consumed."

A bone white nightmare rears up and sends a bank of blue fog rolling to the east, galloping away upon it. - TANIN LEAVES

You say, "I have condemned all Elders previously for abandoning Lusternia to the Soulless, all but the ones who sharded. The Pyresmith has, ironically enough, tempered my judgments with the argument that, had they stayed, the Soulless would have been unstoppable due to the fractured nature of the Elder's war effort resulting in the Soulless destroying all from the power that they would have gained had the rest of the Elders not fled to the Void."

You say, "It is only through mortal ingenuity that the Soulless are now sealed, that Lusternia currently remains."

Darvellan, the Navigator says, "You speak as if you know so much of the affairs so long ago, tainted shard. As if We knew the Soulless would come down upon Us so?"

You say, "You had quite the warning, I've read, thanks to Xyl's instruments and...I don't know...the Soulless' vicious attack against the entourage sent to begin diplomacy with Them."

The beautiful yet mournful, stirring notes of a violin solo reach you, at first a molto crescendo to a subtle intensity before being joined by a second, and then a third, eventually fading from your hearing entirely.

You say, "Did the Gods then imagine them to be coming for a tea party?"

A bank of jet black clouds rolls in from the up, upon which gallops a pure black nightmare. -TREMULA ENTERS
An illithoid reaver says, "My chain waits upon Magnagora's need."

Darvellan, the Navigator says, "Their Nature I do not dispute, shard, and do not presume to think so."

Twenty-two bits of dark essence are absorbed into the Megalith of Doom.

>> Tremula raises an eyebrow questioningly.

>> Tremula inclines her head politely to Darvellan.

Darvellan, the Navigator says, "Do you believe We expected the Soulless to so readily travel the Void so directly? The same Void in which so many of My Cousins have been lost in or are still lost in?"

Darvellan, the Navigator says, "The same Void in which Myself, who was even titled the Navigator for My exploits, became lost in?"

Nine orbs of energy form about you, each equidistant from its neighbors. A glowing arch of divine energy jumps from one to another until a perfect ring is formed. Sweeping inwards, the ring of energy collapses about you before lancing skyward in an arch of light.

You say, "Failures can be forgiven as long as the individual makes an honest effort to begin helping again. I am perhaps less aware of the vicious nature of the Void than I should be."

You say, "Yomoigu never touched the Void, instead being imprisoned in an old construct on the First World against His will."


Glowering slightly less, Darvellan, the Navigator says, "For all your tainted nature and bile, I would still hope you remain ignorant."

You say, "I have been told, I believe...something along the lines of a pressing emptiness, a tangible nothingness that threatens at all times to break in through any orifice and tear one to shreds to make them like unto the Void itself. A nothingness that rejects somethingness by nature."

You say, "Is that somewhat correct in analog?"

You say, "Analogy."

Ambassador Tremula, the Nightingale Requiem says, "It is darkness incarnate, terrifying beyond measure. The small portion I can see through the windows in my Lady's fulcrux fills me with deep dread. I cannot imagine how it would feel to be encompassed within it entirely."

The elegant chords of chamber music reach your ears from nearby, the rich notes each stately and crisp.

Shaking His head, Darvellan, the Navigator says, "I will not yet speak so readily of My time there, especially not to a tainted shard so free with her bile."

Darvellan, the Navigator says, "But enough. You have had your words, and remain unflicked, and this is not the first time either, despite what you may say."

>> Tremula glances askance.

Cautiously, you say, "I see this as progress."

Darvellan, the Navigator says, "I do not care for the conversation as it is, think of that what you will."

Lowering both of His eyebrows, Darvellan, the Navigator says, "But know this, tainted shard. Should ever I hear you utter those words of Me in My presence, My disfavour will seem as My favour to you."

With barely a twinkle, a mist of stars implodes around Darvellan, removing Him from sight.

>> Tremula turns her attention towards you as her ears perk up in interest.

Ambassador Tremula, the Nightingale Requiem asks you, "What words?"

Trooper Shango, Recruit Second Class says, "I did miss the first part of it due to the gorgogs."

You say to Tremula, "I spoke about how they two-v-one'd you in the arena and mentioned that 'naturally a putrescent and disgusting coward would breed putrescent and disgusting followings,' or somehting of the sort."


>> Comprehension flashes across Tremula's face.