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- Kayalenki enters from the south.
- She is followed by a large fire elemental.
- You turn towards Kayalenki and place your palms together in front of your chest,
- bowing respectfully.
- A light rain wets your surroundings, falling pleasantly around you.
- Kayalenki turns toward you and places her palms together in front of her chest,
- bowing respectfully.
- Kayalenki fio Kelsys, the Prophet says to you, "Raheno, ciahra."
- Quietly, you say to Kayalenki, "Raheno."
- Occasional raindrops fall on your head as the drizzle continues.
- Drawing near to the edge of the pond, Kayalenki sits - the fire elemental
- circles around her, drifting slowly, its light playing out across the
- rain-stirred waters. Her legs crossed beneath her, she looks to you, hands
- gathering in her lap. "It's a fine day," she notes. "We certainly need the
- rain."
- You have emoted: "Aye, it is that. And the rain pleasant." Melantha settles to
- the ground on her heels, taking a seat a few armlengths from Kayalenki. After
- falling silent for a time, she exhales in a quiet, gusty sigh. Without further
- preamble, she says, "I must admit, I am angry even now. I thought it gone, but
- it's resurfaced once again. Still, though, that is not why I wished to speak
- with you."
- You have emoted: "Well," Melantha amends, "Not entirely, at least."
- Kayalenki fio Kelsys, the Prophet says to you, "If you are angry, ciahra, I will
- hear you. But I will hear, also, the reason why we are met here."
- Drops of rain fall to the ground from a sky grey with pregnant clouds.
- Kayalenki reaches out, capturing a handful of water in her webbed palm. Above
- it, she draws forth a faint mote of fire, letting it dance and shine above the
- pond-in-miniature.
- You have emoted: Melantha's lips twitch upward at Kayalenki's display. She draws
- forth a simple personal journal from her possessions and, taking inspiration
- from her, calls forth a flame above it just large enough to act as a shield
- against the rain.
- You say, "Some time ago, I was perusing the library, and came across this."
- You say, "They are my sister's writings to the Monastery, and I dearly wish that
- I had found them in a more timely manner. I wanted to share them with you."
- The sun rises higher in the sky, casting its rays more intensely upon the land
- as it nears its zenith.
- You say, "I feel it grants an insight you would find... if not valuable, then at
- least somewhat enlightening."
- Kayalenki's eyes meet your own. She nods, waving the water from her hand - a
- faint coil of steam rises, and she reaches out, with dry, warm fingers. "Thank
- you. I will read them."
- Attaining her fullest glory, the shining sun sits upon her throne at the apex of
- her daily trek through the firmament.
- It is now noon on Kinsday, the 20th of Arios, year 456 of the Midnight Age.
- The Gods' bells sing out from the Temple, the God Slyphe's most prominent,
- welcoming high noon.
- The tones of the Gods' bells fade, giving way to afternoon.
- A soft clang echoes above the Vebae Hialearo, announcing that lunch has been set
- out for the Illuminai.
- You have emoted: Melantha meets Kayalenki's eyes with no trouble, her own calm.
- Her lips are drawn tight in the effort to keep her expression calm, but
- otherwise shows no sign of anything but quiet gratitude at Kayalenki's
- acceptance. She hands the journal over with a small nod.
- You give a personal journal entitled, "A copy of a personal journal entitled,
- "Guide: To Light a Fire"" to Kayalenki.
- Drawing the journal into her lap and beckoning her fire elemental closer as a
- living ward against the rain, Kayalenki opens the book and begins to read, her
- glowing eyes bent upon the pages.
- A light rain wets your surroundings, falling pleasantly around you.
- Occasional raindrops fall on your head as the drizzle continues.
- Drops of rain fall to the ground from a sky grey with pregnant clouds.
- The bright light of the Grand Flame shines down upon the City from the Temple's
- apex.
- A light rain wets your surroundings, falling pleasantly around you.
- Drops of rain fall to the ground from a sky grey with pregnant clouds.
- Drops of rain fall to the ground from a sky grey with pregnant clouds.
- Kayalenki closes the journal, gazing down at it and then across the pond in
- silence. She draws in a deep breath - and then exhales it in turn.
- Kayalenki fio Kelsys, the Prophet says to you, "My impression is that the woman
- who wrote this book must have changed a great deal over sixty years. There is
- wisdom in these pages."
- You have emoted: Kayalenki's words draw a small pained smile to Melantha's lips.
- "It is as she herself said in closing. Much of herself is invested in those
- pages. Her soul, I feel, is laid bare upon them. For certain, she is not the
- same as she was when penning those words, but she endured a great deal in the
- intervening time. Of course she has changed."
- You say, "But do not misunderstand me, please. She lived these words for every
- one of those sixty years."
- You say, "Made mistakes just as any of us do, but her beliefs remained firm,
- lent her strength even as she invested her strength into them."
- Drawing the journal open again, Kayalenki settles her finger upon one of the
- paragraphs, reciting it aloud: "'You should worry about your ego, and your
- pride. Some things are best in small measures, like being proud about being a
- Zealot in your fight for the Light. Yet if you become proud because you feel
- confident in your ability to teach to the point that you think you have all the
- answers - this is wrong. You do not have all the answers, no mortal does. Not
- even the Gods have all the answers. So place high value in humility. It will
- keep you from obstructing your own growth.'"
- Pausing, Kayalenki fio Kelsys, the Prophet says, "I do not think she ever
- believed she had all the answers, but there came a point where humility was
- forgotten and she believed that her and her Monastery had more answers than the
- outside world did."
- You have emoted: Melantha's smile is touched with wryness as she listens. After
- a moment, she replies, "I admit that I expected you to bring up that paragraph.
- My sister was fiercely protective of the Monastery, we who are her family.
- Stubborn, too. But there is a difference, I feel, between humility and
- meekness."
- "She was not given to either," Kayalenki states. "She would not hear of new
- ideas. She rejected them in turn. To Sabaelism - she said 'no'. To the Temple -
- she said 'no'. To unity under the Illuminai banner - she said 'no'. She was as
- unmoving and unchanging in her convictions and her conception of what the Daru
- were as the undead are in their physical forms." Her eyes rise to you. Her lips
- are a thin line.
- Arcing westward through the heavens, the sun casts the light of late afternoon
- across the lands.
- You have emoted: Melantha's smile fades, pain now open on her face. Her voice is
- quiet as she replies, "The ideas were hardly new when you came among us,
- Prophet. We discussed it long and often amongst ourselves, and with its early
- proponents. In the end, we found that the views could not be reconciled without
- fatal compromise. We wished no ill, but simply wished to walk separate yet
- parallel paths with those with us in the Light. The unity... she saw, as do I,
- as rather a subsumation. In the face of that, how could she not contest it?"
- Softly, you say, "I would have my sister's good name vindicated, and that of the
- Monastery."
- Kayalenki fio Kelsys, the Prophet says to you, "I understand that you bear her
- love, but what you saw as just contestation, others viewed as unjustifiable
- retreat from the world. The people of the Light are not solely accountable to
- themselves, but to their brethren - all their brethren, of all the city's guilds
- and all the city's Gods. I say this to establish that in living together,
- relying upon one another for defense against the Darkness that lies outside our
- walls... this entails compromise by its nature. If we wish to present a force
- capable of bringing out what is promised in the Revelation. I am not claiming
- that this is easy. I myself would have the doubting and the complacent burned at
- the stake. But that is not my say, and I must bend to the common convention of
- the day that states that no, in this Epoch... We do NOT burn people at the stake
- any longer."
- You say, "They had but to ask. They had only to ask and we would gladly have
- explained as we always have. We knew accountability on that score. Teach, not
- preach, as my sister noted. We welcomed debate, but did not... Did not bludgeon
- about the head with it. Maybe in times long past, but..."
- You say, "As for the force to bring about the Revelation, do not well-drilled
- armies have units working together? Different function and specialty, but
- laboring toward one objective."
- You say, "Marching together yet remaining distinct."
- You say, "That is what we sought."
- Gazing out over the pond, Kayalenki fio Kelsys, the Prophet says to you, "It is
- not debate if one has no intention of changing their mind. She never had that in
- her head. She never had oneness in mind. She wanted her Monastery, Melantha. She
- wanted it free from the city, free from the Gods, free from anything but her
- self-created Light - free from accountability. She wanted her own army, her own
- drums, her own banners, and to hell with the city's styles. That is precisely
- what she received."
- You crease your brow in a frown.
- You say, "She received not even that small dignity. Even now, she and the
- Monastery are spoken of with thinly-veiled contempt and pity. The former is of
- no consequence to me, but the pity... That burns too fiercely to be borne without
- a word, even for me. But bear it I did until now."
- Kayalenki fio Kelsys, the Prophet asks you, "Your Monastery is remembered so
- slightly and so thinly, and yet you would see the name of the one who led it for
- those long decades vindicated?"
- Conviction firming her quiet voice, you say, "Aye... I could do nothing less,
- and I would do more if it's in my power to see it done."
- You say, "I feel... That the entire matter was grossly mishandled, on all sides.
- I do not lay the blame unequally. I acknowledge that my sister could have done
- things differently, to better effect. She is, after all, far from a Perfect
- being herself. But it could have, should have ended differently."
- "You cannot earn forgiveness for another, Melantha," Kayalenki states gently.
- "Let it be considered that the city is corrupt and wrongheaded, and I am the
- tyrant that brought it about and destroyed the last bastion of truth. Let it be
- considered that Nola, then, is the unsung heroine of this story." She rests her
- eyes on you, gathering her lips to a faint pinch. "In every story I have read,
- the heroine must prove her own worth. Her sister cannot do it for her. Your
- actions cannot redeem another's name. You are responsible for yourself, and she
- is in turn responsible for herself and her own actions."
- Kayalenki fio Kelsys, the Prophet says to you, "I will agree that the matter was
- mishandled. I should have been more patient and more considerate. I should not
- have taken her as representative of the Monastery - my inaccurate impression was
- that it was so and that, as elected leader, she represented your values
- unequivocally. Foolish of me. Zealous."
- You wince in pain.
- You say, "In that last, I feel you are still mistaken."
- You say, "Though I still wish to this day that I had been in attendance."
- You say, "I feel it was our discussion just prior that sparked the meeting that
- day."
- You say, "Am I mistaken?"
- Kayalenki fio Kelsys, the Prophet says to you, "The two of you spoke as though
- with one voice. It was eerie. Uncanny. Never before in all my years had I
- encountered such unanimity in two members of a fold."
- Kayalenki's head tilts to one side - she gives it a slow shake.
- Kayalenki fio Kelsys, the Prophet says to you, "I admit it frightened me."
- The deepening dusk yields to impenetrable darkness as night claims the land.
- It is now dusk on Kinsday, the 20th of Arios, year 456 of the Midnight Age.
- The Gods' bells sing out with the Beast Queen's chiming loudly at the forefront,
- warning of the coming night.
- The tones of the Gods' bells fade away into the twilight.
- A soft clang echoes above the Vebae Hialearo, announcing that dinner has been
- set out for the Illuminai.
- You have emoted: Melantha's lips lift in a weary smile. "I always have aspired
- to be as great a role model as my sister. It pleases me, a bit, to hear that I
- seem to have succeeded in so emulating her. But my beliefs are truly held, not
- mere imitation."
- You say, "But that fear... In it, you struck her a blow from which even she
- could not recover completely."
- You say, "It broke her. After all she had borne, that was the mortal wound."
- It is a time before Kayalenki speaks again, her eyes casting out over the
- waters. "I feared ignorance. I saw in you the faces of the country zealots of my
- own time. I saw in you the faces of the smug, self-satisfied rich whose hold
- upon the old city I burned out. Fire is many things, and one of these is change.
- Either you are transformed, or you become ash."
- Kayalenki fio Kelsys, the Prophet says to you, "If your sister could not change
- in the face of new ideas and new evidence, then she was no more useful to us
- than the undead. If she is broken, that is a reflection upon her, and not upon
- me."
- Her face closing, you say, "Even we change, Prophet. We have never lain
- stagnant, but instead weigh the worth of everything in respect to the Light as
- it reveals itself to us. You say that we are either transformed or become ash. To
- me who has served Fire the entirety of my adult life. Consider this, if you
- will: After enough refinement in the forge, there comes a point where no more
- can be wrought upon the piece without warping and otherwise spoiling the piece."
- You give a pained sigh.
- You say, "As for my sister, she had every bit of her support torn and scattered
- away from beneath her."
- Kayalenki fio Kelsys, the Prophet says to you, "For me, it comes to this - she
- does not stand here to defend herself upon her own account. It was not the
- defeat of the Light that broke her. It was the loss of her Monastery. It was the
- loss of her support. It was the loss of her ideas. All these things speak to an
- unwilling death of the ego. An unwilling death of pride."
- "She fell," Kayalenki adds. "She fell and did not rise. And this speaks more to
- her character than anything I could say about her."
- You say, "She did not fall. She was cast down. She endured until she at last
- could not. That it took so long, I feel, is as high praise as can be given. The
- blade long wielded in service to the Light should have been set aside with the
- honour and dignity that was earned as its due."
- You say, "Instead, it was planted in the ground and its spine snapped."
- Simply, Kayalenki fio Kelsys, the Prophet says to you, "Your sister defied the
- will of the Gods, and you would have her honored."
- Evenly, you say, "I would. The caretakers of the Light of whom you sang sought
- to smelt down a masterpiece and have the molten remains cast in a mold. And
- casting invariably weakens the final product, limits its usefulness to a meager
- shadow of its potential."
- Giving a faint shake of her head, Kayalenki fio Kelsys, the Prophet says to you,
- "You are a better woman than she. Do not become her in your grief."
- Her expression turning wintry, you say, "It would not be the first time I've
- been branded heretic. Blasphemer, even."
- Made of fine black linen, this formal gi uniform is composed from a gi shirt
- that fits the wearer loosely and a pair of matching gi pants. The cuffs and trim
- are embellished with gold silk that complements the jet black of the rest of the
- garment. An intricate embroidery, sewn with careful attention to detail and
- shimmery threads to liven the image, depicts the majestic Daru Khimaira that
- covers the back of the gi shirt. The symbolic creature is composed of the black,
- hooded head of the king cobra, the white, black-striped body of a tiger, and the
- mighty red wings of a dragon. The gi pants of the uniform are fashioned to allow
- a range of movement without having too much extra fabric. The waistband of the
- pants is secured with a gold drawstring while the bottoms are edged with gold
- cuffs. A simple black linen belt wraps around the waist for pulling together the
- open front of the gi shirt.
- It can be worn in the following locations:
- fullbody overtorso
- It has 37 weeks of usefulness left.
- It weighs about 3 pound(s) and 0 ounce(s).
- It bears the distinctive mark of Grand Mistress Melantha, fio Raimuv Cyraeni.
- Another sigh breaks from Kayalenki - she nods, faintly, and fixes her gaze on
- the pond. "So be it." She pauses. "If you wish your sister honored, that is
- beyond my power. I cannot force a city to love her, and her redemption is for
- her. Live for yourself. Not for a sister who wakes for you no more. That is my
- advice, and I say it knowing you will not hear me."
- You have emoted: As if waiting for those words, Melantha turns briefly to bare
- the emblem upon the back of her uniform. "My sister woke long enough to pass the
- torch, Prophet. I will bear it with my head high, for myself, for her, but most
- especially for the Light. And though you say that you cannot force the city to
- love her, your word nonetheless carries weight, does it not?"
- You say, "It eases my mind to hear you acknowledge the whole wreck for what it
- is. I would that it had come sooner, and publicly. The former cannot be
- accomplished, but perhaps the latter?"
- Kayalenki fio Kelsys, the Prophet says, "My word does. But I do not believe Nola
- served the Light so much as she served herself. Even were it shown to me that
- her intentions toward the city were good ones, with the best interests of the
- southeast and its peoples at her heart, my word only goes so far. There are
- others whose impressions of her are similarly negative, and I will not change
- their minds."
- You say, "You say that, but think of it this way: To what lengths do we go to
- drag a soul from Darkness? If we cannot bend similar effort of will in righting
- a wrong against our own, by what right do we bear the Light's banner?"
- You say, "Does it not foster unity to reconcile those cast aside with those that
- do not wish to see reconciliation?"
- "Reconciliation is a two-sided effort," Kayalenki responds. "Forgiveness,
- redemption... They require active effort. I do not believe they can meaningfully
- occur through a proxy. And they are not for everyone." She tips her hands
- upward, cupping them, twin motes of flame appearing in her palms. "They must be
- fought for and earned, and in this - actions speak louder by far than words.
- There was opposition between your sister and this city. Your sister defied the
- Gods in word and deed. She was cast down and fell. She left this city and
- retreated into the west, beneath the roots of the burned Tree. You speak
- eloquently in her defense, but at the least she must emerge and stand for what
- she has done before the city - in my view - could be made to understand her,
- sympathize with her, and honor her as you feel she deserves."
- Kayalenki fio Kelsys, the Prophet says, "Even the most penitent amongst the
- undead must seek out the cure from a Damarielite or a God. Our considerable
- powers of forgiveness cannot reach to one unwilling to reconcile."
- After a long, pensive moment, you say, "There's truth to that. So what you are
- saying is that you are simply waiting for her to emerge, then? There are proxies,
- aye, but also mediators. I stand in the capacity of the latter."
- Deepest blackness falls as another day passes, midnight commanding the skies of
- Sapience.
- It is now midnight on Gosday, the 21st of Arios, year 456 of the Midnight Age.
- The Gods' bells toll out the midnight hour across the City - the Underking's
- leads the chorus with its high but doleful warning.
- The tones of the Gods' bells fade away, leaving the night silent.
- You wryly say, "While she can speak perfectly well in her own defense, I have a
- feeling that I will still be needed as such."
- You frown and say, "That I was not awake to do so when it was most needed is a
- shame that I bear to this day."
- Kayalenki fio Kelsys, the Prophet asks you, "You yourself have said that she
- passed the torch. Or is she not so broken that she cannot stand in her own
- defense?"
- You say, "She passed the torch, aye. With the caveat that she would explain
- later. As that has not yet occurred, I remain hopeful. Make no mistake, she was
- broken, but I believe that she of all people can be reforged."
- You say, "The rest, though, is a necessary part of that process."
- Kayalenki fio Kelsys, the Prophet says to you, "Then we shall see. Until that
- time, I am not prepared to venerate her after any fashion. I understand this is
- not your desired outcome, but I will not be moved on this. My impression of her
- is not a good one, and though her journal contains wisdom, her words are dwarfed
- beneath her actions."
- You say to Kayalenki, "We will see, indeed. Recall, though, that I wished her
- -vindicated-. Anything else is a welcome bonus and relief."
- Kayalenki fio Kelsys, the Prophet says to you, "Vindication, too, is not
- something I am willing to bestow. You may appeal to this city's secular
- authority if you so desire. You may find them more yielding."
- Smoothing out the creases of her dress, Kayalenki rises to her feet, the flames
- in her hands blinking out as she smoothly draws her fists.
- You have emoted: Melantha nods curtly. "I'll save myself the trouble, never
- fear."
- Kayalenki fio Kelsys, the Prophet asks you, "It has been good speaking with you.
- Do you mind if I keep this journal, or do you wish it back?"
- You say, "Thank you, at least, for hearing me out."
- You say, "And yes, please, I wish its return."
- You say, "Actually, no."
- You say, "Keep it."
- You wryly say, "I can make another copy for myself."
- Pausing midway through holding out the journal, Kayalenki makes a show of
- wavering, then smiles and slips it into one of the pockets of her robe.
- "Gracious of you."
- You smile wryly.
- You say, "It was intended to be shared."
- You say, "Even if only with the Monastery."
- You ponder the situation.
- You turn towards Kayalenki and place your palms together in front of your chest,
- bowing respectfully.
- Kayalenki's hand rests on the journal for a moment before drawing outward. Her
- fire elemental circles, slowly around her - and she lights another flame in her
- hand, holding it out before her, and bows in turn.
- You say, "I may yet curse your name."
- You wryly say, "Just not today."
- The deepening night stands strong against the coming day as the moon traces its
- path across the sky.
- You have emoted: Melantha's eyes glint with grave humor.
- Kayalenki fio Kelsys, the Prophet says to you, "That's a small blessing, and I
- shall thank you for it, ciahra. Walk in the Light."
- Holding out her hand to light the way, Kayalenki departs.
- Kayalenki leaves to the south.
- She is followed by a large fire elemental.
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