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- One of the beams of light flooding through the window resolves into the shape of
- Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound.
- A handsome, white-paneled room.
- A soft light filters through clean glass, creating a serene glow about this
- room. Its walls, white paneled, seem absolutely clear of scuffs and age, which
- reflect the given light about the room. The hardwood floors seem to be made of
- an ash lumber and sealed, creating a grainy hue to add to the homeliness. The
- area is fairly wide, almost as if it was meant to entertain a multitude of
- guests. The positioning of the window on the north wall creates a mood, showing
- the constant flow of light, unhindered by the passing of time by both the sun
- and the lantern visible out the window Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped
- sigil. An elegant white letter is in danger of being soiled here. Damariel, the
- Unbound is here, His form encased in dark fullplate.
- You see a single exit leading west (closed pine door).
- Maite jumps, letting out a startled squeak. "I, uh, evening,
- Father."
- "A good Arios to you, my dear," Damariel says, smiling broadly. He clomps across
- the hardwood floors, the light playing strangely across His fullplate.
- Maite tucks a stray hair back under a draping viridian
- headscarf embroidered with jet-black, smiling. "I'd offer a chair, but I keep
- things simple. I am glad you got my message about wanting to speak, though."
- "Oh, of course, child. I've had many prayers on the subject. It seems to be..."
- Damariel's arms spread, as if in a gesture of helplessness.
- Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says, "Rather out of hand."
- Maite cants her head to the side. "The orphanage, or the other
- matter?"
- Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to you, "I've heard both, truthfully.
- Which concerns you at this time, child? Poor of Me to presume."
- You say, "The orphanage I am not too concerned over. It's not a pressing need,
- just an idea I thought would be good for us to do...It was more having
- Nesven..The Mhunna herself, say she needs help setting her people free..how
- could I not ask You to help her?"
- Damariel hesitates - He pauses before the window, as if transfixed in its light,
- staring outward at the City. His lower lip sucks inward, and His hands fold at
- His back.
- Maite merely watches, not wanting to press.
- Without turning, Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to you, "I have
- nothing but sympathy for their plight, child, but My involvement would only
- invite the involvement of Others. It is a large undertaking - a severe indirect
- blow against the 'Loch."
- "I cannot be seen, directly, to have taken a hand in that. Not without placing
- everything in jeopardy." Damariel's arms fold together. "I tried to take a
- direct hand in the dealings of the Trolls, Maite, and it did them little good.
- They are a broken, scattered people, sundered by the Demon Blade."
- Maite chews on her bottom lip as she listens, taking a moment
- to answer. She turns as if to start pacing, and then stops, asking, "How could
- You, or myself, help indirectly then? I can't go back to Nesventesh and tell her
- that no help can be given."
- Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to you, "You are free to offer aid. My
- own hands are shackled in this instance, but I of course fully support Mhun
- freedom. I will say as much, when asked, but My involvement would do no one any
- good. If I become involved, My Sisters - Chakrasul and Iosyne, at the least -
- will press Their plans more directly, and the situation will devolve."
- "When Gods fight," Damariel adds, with a sidelong glance at you, "Mortals die."
- Maite glances away, wincing for a moment before turning her
- attention back to Damariel. With a long breath, she responds. "I will let her
- know what You have said. I only asked because I don't know what I could do to
- help, but I will offer that to her at least. If others are bothering You about
- the situation, I can field that, so You do not have to keep answering." She
- waits for a moment, and then asks in a quiet tone, "It must be...difficult to
- not be able to help like You would want."
- Damariel smiles sadly out the window, pacing across. His arm goes around your
- shoulder, and He claps you softly on the back. "Yes," He admits, "But that's why
- I'm delegating it to you."
- Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound smiles and says to you, "If not in My
- hands, yours are second-best."
- Maite shakes her head, words starting and then stopping a few
- times before able to come out correctly. "I will do what I can to help."
- Damariel gives your shoulder a friendly squeeze, moving back to the window.
- Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says, "That's My girl."
- Damariel is gone, vanishing into the morning light.
- **A while later**
- There is a knock on the west door.
- Nesventesh enters from the west.
- Maite pulls open the door, only mildly surprised at who is on
- the other side. "Come in, even if it is a bit sparse."
- Sister Nesventesh's eyebrows rise, and she bites back an amused smile. She walks
- out into the wide room. "Thank you, Maite," she answers; the room seems to
- beckon her, and she drops into stance, cutting a form right across the floor.
- Nesventesh presses her palms together and bows low, ready to perform the Form of
- Tykorima.
- Nesventesh draws herself back into a well-formed Cat stance.
- Nesventesh begins to circle with wary precision, muscles tensed and ready to
- spring into action at any moment.
- Nesventesh hurls herself backwards through the air, and lands, surprisingly, on
- her feet.
- Nesventesh launches into a devastating combination of jab and hook punches,
- fists flying.
- Nesventesh fakes a step backwards and lets fly with an elegant, arcing
- moon-kick.
- Nesventesh forms a blade with her hand and slices it firmly through the air
- ahead of her.
- Nesventesh completes her motions and stands at rest.
- Nesventesh presses her palms together and bows, the Form of Tykorima complete.
- Maite just stares, hand still on the door as she slowly closes
- it behind her. Regaining herself, she states, "Your ears must have been burning,
- since I was just speaking about you."
- You close the door to the west.
- Sister Nesventesh stares at you and blinks.
- Slowly, Sister Nesventesh reaches for one of her vials, brushing her fingertips
- over her ears.
- Sister Nesventesh says, "What?"
- Maite lets out a rather long giggle, shaking her head. "It's..a
- turn of phrase. A common saying that if someone is talking about you, your ears
- will burn. My father used to say it, is all."
- Sister Nesventesh says, "It's an odd phrase. Why would your ears burn? I don't
- see the symbolic..."
- Sister Nesventesh searches for the word, but gives up after a moment, scowling.
- Sister Nesventesh says, "It's just odd. What were you talking about me for? Who
- to?"
- Maite leans against the door, with her arms crossed beneath her
- chest. Her smile fades at Sister Nesventesh's question, and her tone is quiet.
- "I promised I would ask Father for help on your behalf, so I did."
- Eagerly, Sister Nesventesh says, "What did He say?"
- "That if He could directly help, He would," Maite answers
- quietly. "Direct involvement would have ramifications, and Others would likely
- step into the conflict, complicating it and likely causing more death than
- necessary." A moment, to let those words settle before she adds, "I am offering
- to help in His place. Whatever it is you need, if I am able, I will do. That
- is...all I can do, Miss Nesventesh."
- Sister Nesventesh says nothing at all in a very pointed way. Her silence is
- deafening.
- Sister Nesventesh lunges forward, pulling you into a firm, tight hug.
- Sister Nesventesh says, "He has blessed us. That is more than I could have ever
- expected."
- Sister Nesventesh says, "Thank you, oh, spirits, thank you, thank you..."
- Maite is taken aback, her body tense initially in the hug. She
- does relax, and lightly returns it, although her gesture is awkward. "I..You're
- welcome," she offers.
- Sister Nesventesh pulls back, holding your at arms length, a beam on her face.
- She spins round, pulling you with her, laughing. "I expected so much less!"
- Maite stumbles at first, following Sister Nesventesh, but ends
- up grinning back, swept up with Sister Nesventesh's happiness. "I think you have
- unrealistic expectations of what I can do, but that smile was well worth telling
- you. And here I thought I would be bringing disappointing news to you."
- Sister Nesventesh says, "No. I never expected direct intervention. Ever. I never
- expected He'd let you help us. I'm not overestimating you. You..."
- Sister Nesventesh's face goes deadly serious, and she cranes forward, looking
- you in the eye. "You're powerful, you know that? You speak with your Lord's
- conviction. I hear the same tone in your voice that I have in mine when I speak
- of the spirits. Something burns in you and the light shines on everything."
- Maite holds the stare, although her shoulders tense at the
- direct look. "I heard you speak that way, yes. Hard to not pay attention when
- you speak, even if it is about something small. I get it. You speak that way
- because it how you feel. The only way you know how to. Speaking only goes so
- far, though, Nesventesh. It always ends up in blood and death and pain, even if
- resolved for the good."
- Pausing, Sister Nesventesh says, "I killed an Empress of Bloodloch in single
- combat."
- "If you help me..." Sister Nesventesh's hand slips down, squeezing your a moment
- before pulling back, "I'll protect you. Promise."
- Maite's cheeks flush deeply, her head shaking a moment. "I was
- more concerned over you and your people, not myself. Seems that worry is not
- much warranted, then." Her smile to Sister Nesventesh is somewhat sheepish, but
- genuine.
- Sister Nesventesh says, "I cannot defend them alone. I am only one woman.
- Everyone extra counts. Even if you don't count yourself for much of a fighter."
- Sister Nesventesh smiles at you.
- You say, "I know Duiran seems rather protective of you, as does many of
- Enorian's citizens. If there is a fight, I am sure you have plenty of support in
- that regard."
- Sister Nesventesh smiles at you.
- "...So." Sister Nesventesh shifts, suddenly, her expression pensive and curious.
- "You don't drink alcohol, you don't eat meat, you abstain from myrrh and cactus
- weed. Is there anything else you aren't allowed to do?"
- Maite relaxes more now, her arms crossing in a comfortable
- position. "Sure, but they are mostly common sense things for one who follows the
- Light. Allowing is such a..it isn't how I view it. Choice. What are you really
- asking, though?"
- Pausing, Sister Nesventesh says, "I'm interested in the food, actually. Unclean
- food. We have something like that, too, and I wanted to know how similar it
- was."
- You say, "What constitutes food being unclean for you?"
- "It needs to be blessed by a..." Sister Nesventesh gestures, vaguely. "You don't
- have the word for it. It's literally 'food-crafter'. It has a lot of the same
- meaning as 'cook', 'baker'."
- Sister Nesventesh says, "If there's no food-crafter, any crafter will do. Or
- anyone higher than a miner."
- "However," Sister Nesventesh adds, holding up a finger, "Animals from beneath
- the earth need no blessing. They're already close to our spirits. Creatures that
- walk upon the earth do, and we eat nothing that flies."
- With an amused tone, you say, "Good, glad I am off the menu then."
- You say, "But our teachings speak of cleansing our food. Blessing it. I do my
- own little blessing over food before I eat it, although I am sure others in the
- order do things differently."
- Sister Nesventesh nods her head at you.
- Sister Nesventesh says, "Our words are 'Chesh', or 'Chesha', 'Mhuin baar.'
- 'Chesh Mhuin baar', 'this of the Mhun shall be'."
- Sister Nesventesh smiles at you.
- Sister Nesventesh says, "What are yours?"
- Maite fidgets for a moment, before answering. "We only need
- purify by water and fire, so I usually flick water over a candle flame over the
- food. There is no requirement for what is to be said, but I usually ask that
- that the food I am about to eat be cleansed and suitable to Him in my native
- tongue."
- Sister Nesventesh's head dips forward - a small nod. "What does that sound like?
- Or... are you only supposed to say it over the food?"
- Sister Nesventesh says, "I understand if that's so, I'm just fascinated."
- You say, "I do not mind saying it for you, but it is just my own personal
- practice."
- You shall now speak in Atavian.
- Sister Nesventesh nods her head quickly and eagerly.
- You say, in Atavian, "May the food I am about to eat be cleansed and suitable to
- You."
- You shall now speak in Aetolian.
- Maite gestures openly, shrugging her shoulders. "Not that much
- really. Just simple. I like simple."
- Sister Nesventesh's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.
- Sister Nesventesh says, "Your language flies. Ours burrows. It could not be a
- stronger contrast."
- You say, "I am a bit rusty, really. I have only spoken it on a rare occasion
- since moving here."
- Hesitantly, you say, "Can I hear yours? I can't say I have really heard it being
- spoken."
- Sister Nesventesh leans a bit closer, meeting your eye. A moment passes before
- she speaks.
- With conviction, Sister Nesventesh says something unintelligible in a language
- of muted syllables.
- Barely able to keep the eye contact Maite asks, quietly, "What
- did you say? It suited you, whatever it was."
- Pausing, considering how to repeat it, Sister Nesventesh says, "I the great
- Mhunna am. I my people intend to..."
- Sister Nesventesh ponders the situation.
- Sister Nesventesh says, "That's the order of the words in the Mhun. We put
- things a little back to front."
- Sister Nesventesh smiles wryly.
- Sister Nesventesh says, "I said I was the Great Mhunna. I intend to free my
- people. Let it be known, let it be heard. The Mhun deserve freedom."
- Maite considers, and then places a hand on Sister Nesventesh's
- shoulder. "How could you not achieve it speaking like that? Your people are
- lucky to have someone like you, working to free them."
- Sister Nesventesh flushes, her cheeks suffused with color.
- "It is hard to hear words," Sister Nesventesh answers, staring down at your
- hand, "When there are swords pointing at you. You do not think of what is being
- said. Only the blade. Only the sand."
- Maite lets her hand drop when it is noticed, clasping both of
- hers together tightly. "I can't understand that at all. I've never been
- threatened. Never been hurt, or attacked by someone."
- Sister Nesventesh pauses, looking up, biting down softly on her lip.
- Sister Nesventesh says, "Would you like to understand, Maite? You wear those
- chains because your Lord wishes to reclaim them in the name of freedom, don't
- you?"
- Slowly at first, you say, "I am willing to. I know if I help you, that can
- happen. Yes, that is why I wear them."
- Sister Nesventesh takes your hand.
- The tall grasses whip and swish around you, casting their long shadows across
- your face. There is the scent of greenery, and earth, and the hot sun beats
- downward upon you.
- You're not in Enorian anymore.
- Whispering, you say to Sister Nesventesh, "Where?"
- Gently, Sister Nesventesh shakes her head. "Except not the Mhojave plains. They
- heard us wrong, when they asked us where the place was. The Iviofa Mhuin."
- Within the plains of the Iviofa Mhuin.
- Tall grass extends in every direction, and the wind rushes by with low swishes,
- stirring the stalks around you. The mountains rise high, and there is plain
- green, clear sky, and endless sunlight. You have the clear sense that you are
- not standing in the present anymore. Sister Nesventesh is here.
- Quietly, moving through the grass and pulling you after her, Sister Nesventesh
- says, "This is what will become the Mhojave desert. Except it's not quite a
- desert yet."
- Following along easily so far, you say to Sister Nesventesh, "Beautiful, in any
- case."
- Sister Nesventesh parts ways with the ground - and along with you, comes to land
- on a tall rock above the grasses. She points, into the distance, where a set of
- tall, pristine walls and innumerable beautiful buildings stand.
- Overlooking El'Jazira.
- Tall grass extends in every direction, and the wind rushes by with low swishes,
- stirring the stalks around you. The mountains rise high, and there is plain
- green, clear sky, and endless sunlight. You have the clear sense that you are
- not standing in the present anymore. A set of tall, pristine walls and
- innumerable beautiful buildings stand in the distance. Sister Nesventesh is here.
- "It used to be a great city, before the bad days happened," Sister Nesventesh
- reflects. "We traded there with all manner. Look, along that road..."
- Smiling, Sister Nesventesh says, "You can see Ophidian traders with their stock
- of poison."
- You say, "Poison?"
- "Poison." Sister Nesventesh flattens out along the rock, folding her arms
- beneath her chin and staring outward. "The Ophidians used to rule the lands to
- the north. You can see, if you squint..." She cranes her head and points.
- "The... Great Rock."
- Sister Nesventesh says, "That's their stronghold."
- Maite moves to be beside Sister Nesventesh on the rock, her
- chin resting in the palms of both hands. "It was a beautiful place, but I have a
- feeling the rest of what I am going to see is not."
- Sister Nesventesh shakes her head quietly, turning to gaze at you. "Let's just
- stay a bit. It gets worse, but let's just stay. Right here." Her voice drops -
- her eyes take in the distant city of El'Jazira. "Stay in the middle of the First
- Epoch."
- Maite glances over at Sister Nesventesh and then out towards
- the city and grasses, watching the wind move the grass in its direction. "I
- would want to stay too."
- Sister Nesventesh says, "It wasn't great for us, just now. We had problems with
- the Rajamala. They had a mighty empire in the Itzatl, and they wanted gemstone
- vials."
- "The Tsol'aa wanted us to stop, too." Sister Nesventesh purses her lips. "Wanted
- us to stop making our vials so they could sell theirs. The Dwarves... Well, the
- Dwarves were a problem, but only in this Epoch."
- A rush - a scream - the sounds of sudden warfare, as the light changes.
- The rock beneath you has eroded somewhat, and deep pockmarks score its sides.
- Overlooking a war-torn landscape.
- Desolation, ruin, and destruction surrounds you, and the corpses of innumerable
- men and women lie fallen, brutalized, and destroyed in scores. The smell of
- smoke and rot hangs in the air, and the air itself is clouded with darkness. The
- grass lies dead, and the earth is dry, cracked, devoid of moisture. Sister
- Nesventesh is here.
- Softly, Sister Nesventesh says, "The Indorani and the Priests."
- Maite doesn't speak, just looks on with a look of horror on her
- face, skin now pale.
- Sadly, Sister Nesventesh says, "Not a plain anymore, is it?"
- Whispering, you say, "All those people. But why? I..don't get why this
- is..ever..."
- A rush. Beneath the ground, now, far beneath.
- Inside the mines of Moghedu.
- Dark, cramped tunnels - innumerable miners, their sweaty bodies a press.
- Screams, moans, and the clamoring sound of 'mun, mun, mun...' Sister Nesventesh
- is here.
- The chains you wear - they are not broken shackles. They are whole, and mended,
- and there is a pickaxe in your hands that is far too heavy for you. Your babe is
- wailing, but the Indorani is standing there, if you stop to feed him, if you
- stop for a drink, that's another few scars for your back...
- Quietly, Sister Nesventesh says, "Weapons. Weapons for the Orc, the Ogre.
- Weapons so they can go fight the Priests. We suffered and died in these tunnels
- for metal. We suffered and died at the hands of sadists, murderers, rapists. The
- Priests came and went."
- Sister Nesventesh slams her pickaxe into the wall, chipping free fragments of
- rock. "We weren't heard."
- Maite's hands move over a pair of blackened steel manacles on
- her wrists, unable to shake the feeling of a chain between them. "Someone should
- have," she answers, tone a mix between anger and sadness.
- An Ankyrean appears, silhouetted against the dim light from the tunnels above.
- "Mun! Iot demdeza... Voliieni oldan."
- Swinging the pickaxe again, the resonance of the strike rippling through the
- air, Sister Nesventesh says, "Then they came, Maite. The Ankyreans, they came,
- and for the duration of their Second Epoch, their Order, we produced their
- stone, their metal. We mined it. We refined it."
- Gently, you say to Sister Nesventesh, "And now? Tell me. I want to hear it."
- Sister Nesventesh shakes her head.
- A Consanguine vampire lunges out of the shadows, grabbing you, forcing you
- against the wall. You try to fight, but half your bones are already broken, and
- your head is being pried aside as the creature - a Rajamalan in life - slices
- through your flesh and drinks greedily, its snarls echoing in your ears as your
- sight fades.
- Sister Nesventesh only watches, her jaw set, her eyes full of fire.
- Quietly, Sister Nesventesh says, "Go on. Call for help. See if anyone hears you.
- See if anyone cares about you."
- Maite refuses, jaw set in a hard line, to keep herself from
- doing what Sister Nesventesh says, purely out of fear. "Nes.." A sharply inhaled
- breath through her nose follows, then, "I couldn't do this."
- Sister Nesventesh is something fearsome, there, in the darkness of the mines.
- She is not kind, nor sweet - she is only darkness given form, with eyes of fire.
- Sister Nesventesh says, "I don't care. You're a Mhun. You're born to do this.
- You're born to suffer. This is your life."
- Sister Nesventesh says, "Now get to work."
- A handsome, white-paneled room.
- A soft light filters through clean glass, creating a serene glow about this
- room. Its walls, white paneled, seem absolutely clear of scuffs and age, which
- reflect the given light about the room. The hardwood floors seem to be made of
- an ash lumber and sealed, creating a grainy hue to add to the homeliness. The
- area is fairly wide, almost as if it was meant to entertain a multitude of
- guests. The positioning of the window on the north wall creates a mood, showing
- the constant flow of light, unhindered by the passing of time by both the sun
- and the lantern visible out the window. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped
- sigil. An elegant white letter is in danger of being soiled here. Sister
- Nesventesh is here.
- You see a single exit leading west (closed pine door).
- Maite finds herself back in her own home, and simply crumples
- down against the wall, wrapping her arms around her knees, head pressed against
- them.
- It isn't long before Sister Nesventesh's arms are around you, and she's sitting
- beside you, stroking your back, whispering soft and soothing.
- Sister Nesventesh says, "That's what chains are. That's what slavery is. Now you
- know. You had to. May the spirits - may your Gods - keep it from ever befalling
- you."
- Maite shakes her head, leaning against Sister Nesventesh for
- the warmth and closeness. She swallows, saying, "Only read about it. Imagined
- it. It was a very poor interpretation." Her words are clipped, incomplete
- thoughts. "Felt the chains. Heaviness. Hopelessness."
- "Now you understand." Sister Nesventesh's hand squeezes your own, and her voice
- stays gentle. "Now you understand."
- Maite squeezes Sister Nesventesh's hand back, refusing to let
- go for the moment. "I can see why you wanted to stay on that rock."
- "Even the rocks erode. So do we... only much quicker and much more easily."
- Sister Nesventesh's hand trails over your back.
- Sister Nesventesh says, "It's important we use ourselves before we go brittle."
- You say, "Or are swept away."
- You say, "How could I not help you, Nesventesh? I have to. Have. To. Stop that
- from continuing."
- Sister Nesventesh says, "So does anyone with a conscience."
- Maite sits back up, using a jet-black-hemmed viridian burnoose
- to wipe at her face, trying to regain composure.
- "I should..." Sister Nesventesh hesitates. "Should I go?"
- Maite shakes her head, clearing her throat. "I'm sorry, that
- was just a lot. I don't want you to feel like you are not welcome to be around
- me. But you have duties. Work to do too. I won't keep you from that either."
- Sister Nesventesh straightens up - but her gaze fixes downward on you. She's
- quiet for a moment, her lips drawn tight.
- Sister Nesventesh says, "I'll find you again soon."
- Sister Nesventesh opens the door to the west.
- Nesventesh leaves to the west.
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