The Honey Badger

A Lirangsha singer has blithely shown Gavriel the harmony within.
You see the death occur at plots of leafy vegetables.





Othero has been shown the facts by a Lirangsha scholar.
You see the death occur at plots of leafy vegetables.




<Fast forward to the scene of the crime>




The intoxicating scent of poppy flowers and resinous smoke wafts through the air, cast by the presence of a healing shrine of Mysrai nearby. The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. Sophist d'Vanecu, Dark Star is here. He wields a damning symbol of domination in his left hand. Demoniac Gavriel, of Intrinsic Ire is here. He wields a charred symbol of wrath in his left hand and a pair of diamond shears in his right.




Sophist Othero d'Vanecu, Dark Star says to you, "Yes, Penitent?"

You stutter, "I was...coming to to t-t-to save yo-o-ou."

Othero raises an eyebrow at you.


Demoniac Gavriel, of Intrinsic Ire says to Othero, "There's a Shevat here."

Beseeching the demon lords for their power, you reach out and channel the powers of the tainted darkness into a hideous archdemon.

Othero tells you, "May be best to leave."

You tilt your head and listen intently.

You sense the following people:
      Falmiis - on a path between rows of corn
      @Gavriel - ascending into the clouds
        Kilee - an expansive field of wheat
       @Othero - ascending into the clouds
       Yarith - on a path between rows of corn

You tell Sophist Othero d'Vanecu, Dark Star, "Is he attacking?"

Tremula gives you the once over.

You shuffle your feet uneasily.

Othero tells you, "No but a few people decided to threaten Gavriel. Unwanted attention and all that."

You stutter, "Don't...don't make me-e fight you."

<here I realize @Tremula has left the room>

You tell Rossignol Tremula, la Reine du Crepuscule, "Don't...don't make me...um..."

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Tremula's lips as she glances at you.

You brandish a Card of Pluripotent Possibilities menacingly.

Leaning on the hilt of her sword as she presses the tip into the soft earth, Rossignol Tremula, la Reine du Crepuscule asks you, "You will, my little blossom?"

You stutter, "I...I'm not scared of...of yo-you."

Othero tells you, "Ah, yes. Yarith apparently showed up too. Unwanted attention."

Fumbling her tarot cards all over the ground, you say, "I...I will di...die but..."

Her voice sweet as she reaches out to trail a manicured talon of a fingernail across your cheek, Rossignol Tremula, la Reine du Crepuscule says, "Is that so, my sweet? Oh, what a courageous scent you would make, full of life and energy." She pauses for a moment and inhales deeply, her flangs flashing in the afternoon light. "Citrus."

You point a tarot card inscribed with the Aeon at Tremula.

You say, "I...I don't wa...want to hurt you...Don....don't make me ha....have to get rough."

Tremula lifts her chin and gazes imperiously at you with a smug half-smile only to then dismiss your presence without so much as a second glance.

Gavriel tells you, "You're still there. Sorry to have left so quickly. You're all right?"

<oh god she called my bluff>
Meekly, you lower your head and tuck your tail between your legs in frightened submission.

You tell Demoniac Gavriel, of Intrinsic Ire, "I...I'm okay."

Arching a single, tainted brow, Rossignol Tremula, la Reine du Crepuscule says to you, "Oh, my dove, how I wish you would. The bravado of youth is something I have admired even when I was your age."

Gavriel tells you, "Do you need a trip home? I can stand as a teleport target or try to summon you in."

You tell Demoniac Gavriel, of Intrinsic Ire, "I...I may have to fi...fight."

Gavriel tells you, "Are you under attack?"

Her honeyed voice layered with a cold venom, Rossignol Tremula, la Reine du Crepuscule says to you, "If you wish to do so, then begin. But I will show no mercy."

Picking up speed, you say, "Yo...you think I I I won't do it!"

You tell Demoniac Gavriel, of Intrinsic Ire, "Not...currently."

Her carmine lips spreading apart easily in a wicked smile, Rossignol Tremula, la Reine du Crepuscule says to you, "I know so."

Kilee reaches towards her deck slowly.

Gavriel tells you, "I see. If you need me to bring you home, say the word."

With a cold smile, your archdemon digs his claws into the flesh of Tremula, who screams in agony.

You shuffle 1 tarot card with the image of the Aeon out of your tarot rift, bringing the total to 6.
You stand an Aeon tarot on your palm, and blow it lightly at Tremula.

<this fight is a whole 30 seconds long before I get murdered hard>
<literally in the middle of it Gavriel chimes in with this>

Gavriel tells you, "I'm afraid combat isn't my forte. Bird bones."

Tremula strikes at your gut with a greatsword with an extended blade the colour of wine.
The blade shears through your body before coming clean through the other side with a strangely quiet swish, momentarily surprising you with its force, before you feel distinctly unwell and collapse to the ground.
You have been slain by Tremula.

You say, "St...still need practice..."

You are dead, perhaps you should "Pray for Salvation".

Her voice surprisingly soft as she glances down at your body, Rossignol Tremula, la Reine du Crepuscule says, "Still, you showed heart, and that is what matters. What is your name, child?"

You are dead, perhaps you should "Pray for Salvation".

You say, "K...Kilee."

Rossignol Tremula, la Reine du Crepuscule says, "My dear Kilee, I shall keep an interest in you. I am Tremula, and my Sight now lingers on you."

Rossignol Tremula, la Reine du Crepuscule says, "I will return this to someone in need."

You feel your soul drawn suddenly back into your body, and when you open your eyes, you see Mystagogue Gero n'Lochli looking at you as you lean against the Megalith of Doom.

You shuffle your feet uneasily.
<I think I'm in trouble for picking a fight at this point.>


Mystagogue Gero n'Lochli says to you, "I see you got into trouble again."
<freaking out right here>

You shuffle your feet uneasily.

You say, "Got...killed."

You see the following people here:
Ilthilior, Gavriel, Esca, Kilee.

Mystagogue Gero n'Lochli says to you, "Well done, you did not back down from someone bigger than you."
<phew thank god I'm not in trouble>
You smile shyly, averting your eyes.

Othero nods his head at Gero, showing his acceptance.

Ilthilior ponders the situation.

You say, "Sh...she said I would do that."

Sophist Othero d'Vanecu, Dark Star says to you, "Why did she even attack you?"

Kilee shakes her head in adamant disagreement.

Mystagogue Gero n'Lochli says, "She started the fight."

You nod your head at Gero.

Comprehension flashes across Gavriel's face.

You will now be known as Penitent Kilee, The Honey Badger, by order of Mystagogue Gero n'Lochli.

Gavriel has transferred 5 credits to you.

Demoniac Gavriel, of Intrinsic Ire says to you, "For your service, Penitent."

Gero ponders for a moment then nods his head.

Mystagogue Gero n'Lochli says, "I think it fits."

Ilthilior blinks.

Othero nods his head in agreement.

Mystagogue Gero n'Lochli says, "Perhaps a wolverine would fit just as well."

You blink.

Hyde chuckles long and heartily.

Gavriel bestows his cityfavour upon you.

Lord Kalas Hyde, the Crimson Puppet says, "A most fitting title, Lord Gero."

Esca peers about himself unscrupulously.

A wry smile spreads across Esca's face.

Gavriel cityfavoured Kilee for: A willingness to jump to her citymates' aid. For not backing down in the face of adversity, but for rising up to meet it.

Lord Kalas Hyde, the Crimson Puppet says, "An astral beast, well known for its perserverance."


Black smoke is released from the Megalith of Doom as it grows with power.

Lord Kalas Hyde, the Crimson Puppet says, "They stop for nothing."

Tremula tells you, "I am quite fond of your new title, dear one."

Lord Kalas Hyde, the Crimson Puppet says, "One might say, they don't even care."
<I lol'd so hard at this>

Mystagogue Gero n'Lochli says, "A monster creature that picks fights with other animals three times their size."

A brass trumpet peals out an order to hold as Marcella arrives from the north, the steady beating of drums growing louder.

Ilthilior looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Gavriel folds his wings around his body, wrapping himself in a feathered embrace.

Warlord Ilthilior n'Lochli says, "I have never seen such an Astral creature."

<Marcella says some stuff here that I snipped out since she's talking about something random>

Demoniac Gavriel, of Intrinsic Ire says to you, "Let me know if there's anything else you need."

You tell Rossignol Tremula, la Reine du Crepuscule, "Um... Mystagogue Gero bestowed it on me."

Lord Kalas Hyde, the Crimson Puppet says, "They're out there, you find them sometimes when sailing the lonely aethers."

Heresiarch Esca n'Lochli, Count of the Dominion says to you, "I expect you to work hard and train so that next time, you kill her."