Morro and Adalie

Morro tells you, "Fancy seeing you around. I was under the impression that you never left Shallam."

Silver sparks dance across the heavens as the afternoon sun brushes a graceful hand over Achaea's
three rings, the second brilliantly coruscating under her touch.

You tell Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah, "Fancy seeing you around, I thought you never left the shadow of
your Prophet and his disgusting pachyderm."

A small circular clearing.
Filling the firmament is a lattice of heavy grey clouds. The hushed purl of cascading water whispers
from a riverbrass shrine, wisps of vapour rippling across the metal in a silent testament to the
fluvial Queen.
You see a single exit leading northwest.

Morro tells you, "Hah. I see the place is making you snarky and bitter, just like every one else."

You tell Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah, "Perhaps so. I guess we pick up what's around us. I'm surprised
you're not drunk and rambling like your own Housemates."

Morro tells you, "I don't have to slur to be drunk, darling. You know, me, I don't leave the bar
without alcohol in my system."

You tell Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah, "I don't know. I do remember you not being able to keep up with me,
 but that's about it."

Morro tells you, "Perhaps. Though, considering your height, it's really not necessary for one to
drink you under the table at all."

Dusk steals silently over the horizon and crimson and ochre engulf the firmament, their seductive
tones beckoning the sun to her nightly repose.

You tell Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah, "Oh, haha, that joke never got old, let me tell you..."

Morro tells you, "Even after two-hundred years? Your patience is astounding."

You tell Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah, "We should have another competition some time. Since it's not
really smiled upon for there to exist general camaraderie between us, perhaps it should involve my
mace meeting your head a few times. I'm sure you're used to hangovers that hurt worse, but it sure
would be satisfying."

Morro tells you, "A mace to my skull. How... Shallamese. I've been through a lot since you decided
to renege on your Oaths to the House, and to me. These kinds of threats don't scare me."

Morro tells you, "Maybe you want to come "heal" me, too? Just like your Silas decided was necessary
to do to the Prophet."

You tell Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah, "Ah, I returned to the oaths and the people who really mattered,
so I don't lose sleep over it."

You tell Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah, "And yes, he is "my" Silas, and I'm glad to have him here,
standing strong against your ridiculous faith."

You tell Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah, "I never told you about the child he and I had, but I am always
pleased with his headstrongedness in our Faith."

Morro tells you, "I finally decided to settle down and have a daughter of my own. Lovely little
creature, she's sure to follow her mother into the Cult. I can't wait until she takes up ritual in
earnest."

You tell Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah, "I'm sure she'll be just as disappointing as the rest of your lot.
"

Splashed with the reflected radiance of the stars, Achaea's outermost ring glitters ghostly pale
against the night sky.

You tell Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah, "I mean, surely your pride and joy, just disappointing to the sane
people in the world who value coherence over alcoholism and inconsistent babbling."

Morro tells you, "Oh, come now. You never found me disappointing when you were still on our side."

You tell Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah, "Didn't I?"

Morro creases her brow in a frown.

You roll your eyes at Morro.

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "Always slinking about."

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah says to you, "I'm not convinced you believe a word of that."

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "Well, I'm not really concerned with what you believe."

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "So that's fine."

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah says to you, "You were so eager to give up everything you'd been taught when
you came to us."

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "After spending maddening years alone and being to
embarrassed to return, sure. I thought drinking with a bunch of lunatics was better than being on my
own any longer."

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "But thankfully I came to my senses."

You have emoted: Adalie smiles with an air of self-satisfaction.

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah says to you, "I think if I'd pushed just a little harder, you'd have sold
them out like any other traitor."

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "If you think that of me, then surely you expect me to have
given away all your secrets by now as well."

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "Isn't that some sort of punishable offense?"

You take a long draught of rum, hoping to quench your thirst.

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah says to you, "If you had, we'd know."

Morro winks knowingly.

You chuckle long and heartily.

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah says, "But if it's punishment you're after, perhaps I could speak to Tanris
to arrange it."

Morro slowly fades into view, returning to the realm of perception.
Morro utters a short incantation, her body slowly fading from sight. Only her laboured breathing
warns you of her presence, and in seconds even this grows muffled and silent.

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "Always with the easy way out."

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "And I'll get Sir Antonius to go after him on my behalf, I guess.
"

You give a trillingly melodic laugh.

Morro wrinkles her nose.

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "We both know this comes down to me and you. Not the
champions for our causes."

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah says to you, "There hasn't been a "me and you" for decades now."

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "And thank the Gods for that."

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah says, "Hell. Since then, there's been a "me and Sachiel" and a "me and
Flair". But not a "me and you"."

"Heh heh heh," you chuckle.

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "You are really going through them in the short time we've
been apart, aren't you?"

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "I forgot about poor ol' Sachiel."

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "He wasn't impressive enough for you, so you had to put
yourself on the Prophet's arm instead?"

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "So you could reap the benefits of his fame? That's what
people are suggesting, anyway."

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "Far be it from me to try and judge true love between to
deranged individuals."

Deepest Stygian night steals over the land as the symbolic hourglass empties and turns, ready to
begin a new day.
It is now the 18th of Sarapin, 606 years after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire.

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah smiles impishly and says to you, "Coming from you, that's a little rich."

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah says, "You and I both know the basis of your past relationships."

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "Me, who has been single and chaste since I left?"

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "We've both changed, but it appears only one for the better.
"

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "But there's still hope for you yet."

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "Probably."

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah says to you, "I am not so weak as you. I don't need hope--I have truth."

Morro scoffs arrogantly.

You giggle happily.

The stench of fresh spoor rises from the ground.

The voice of the Mad Prophet whispers, "All things fall to the Void."

You roll your eyes.

Morro smiles a little to herself.

You wave your hand dismissively.

Churning the ebon tides of the night, the aurora supernalis billows and turns in slow, cosmic
reverie.

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "Your lot always was immovable, I'll give you that."

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "No room in your heads for reason."

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "Why anyone tries to get through to you rather than just
smashing your heads in is beyond me at this point."

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "Given, chatting with Flair can be quite enjoyable in a fun,
laugh-at-the-weirdo kind of way."

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah says to you, "I will tell you what I told Silas--you could kill me a
thousand times and it would not prove your point."

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "Proving points isn't our only aim, you know."

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "Anything that stunts you and, as a result, stops you from
harming Creation is a win, really."

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "It doesn't matter if you believe it or not."

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah says to you, "Oh, I suppose I forgot your ridiculous need for power and
illusions of control."

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah says to you, "You've fallen a long way. It's depressing."

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "No, we're not seeking control, just looking to save Creation
from people who want to laze around and destroy it in an alcohol-induced haze."

You narrow your eyes at Morro in an unnerving manner.

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah says to you, "Seeing you and your lot makes it difficult to believe that
anyone could come back, that anyone could see Truth."

In the crystal-clear night sky, the stars twinkle and glow brightly.

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "Well, "Truth" can be defined by the state of mind of the
individual, I suppose, but Good is unchanging, absolute, and eternal, and I'm happy to be one of the
people on the right side of things again, I can say that for sure."

Morro rolls her eyes.

A smattering of clouds fills the sky, lacing it with spiderwebs of grey.

You have emoted: Adalie says, "but you, on the other hand, will keep staying in your little,
convenient fog that absolves you of responsibility or reason, won't you?" as she pushes her finger
into your shoulder repeatedly in an accusatory manner.

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah says, "Don't you touch me, filth. You and your lot, always trying to put
your hands on me."

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah says to you, "You're happy to back where everything is -easy-."

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah says to you, "Happy to be back where you think you can change things, just
by being "good"."

Morro scowls sharply and swats your hand away.

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "The path of Good is anything but easy, but I wouldn't
expect you to understand while you while away the time fiddling with rays and destruction."

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "Destruction is always easier than building."

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "You're weak."

You glare angrily at Morro.

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah says to you, "I have stood by my House, my city, my Master. Do not think me
weak because I don't wield a mace!"

The cloud cover clears, revealing the sparkling night sky.

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah says to you, "It's you who wavers, it's you who lost her conviction."

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "You're weak because you do exactly what you claim I do,
without even realizing it. You sit in your little hole in the North and make up stories about the
rest of the world that fit in with your easy idea of things."

You have emoted: Adalie says "It's pathetic" as she shoves your shoulder once with her open palm.

You have emoted: Adalie shoves you again.

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "Did you run out of words? No room for more in there with
all the thoughts of Oblivion and nothingness?"

You roll your eyes.

Morro reaches out, grabbing a handful of your cloak in her discoloured right hand. Her expression is
severe, all composure lost.

You carefully lower the hood on a hooded black cloak.

You have emoted: Adalie lets the hood of her cloak fall to hang off her shoulders and down her back,
revealing her face and shaggy auburn hair.
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You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "Oh, now you have something to say?"

Morro hisses, "Filth! Scum! Keep your hands off of me."

You have emoted: Adalie shoves you again.

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "Like that?"

Timorous rays of early morning light creep across the heavens, painting the freckled sky in soft
pastel hues.

The auspices of the heavenly aurora fade away, becoming imperceptible amidst the brightening flush
of dawn.

You have emoted: Adalie raises her mace threateningly.

A painted swath across the heavens, the ruddy aurora sings its silent song of omen into the night.

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah says mockingly, "What, Priestess? Do you want me dead?"

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah says, "Do you think that will help you?"

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "Since words don't seem to have much effect on the reasoning
of you people, perhaps a little violence might somehow teach you a lesson ... or, at the very least,
stop you from selfishly tearing at the fabric of Creation for a minute or two."

You narrow your eyes at Morro in an unnerving manner.

Morro smirks.

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah whispers, "You are powerless."

Morro begins to wield a Shield of Absorption in her left hand.

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "Or maybe it's not me who needs to talk to you. Perhaps an
being from another realm could get through to you better. Maybe Celestia is a place where they know
how to get through the thick skull of an Occultist."

You have emoted: Adalie nods at her angel.

With natural grace, a large fox slinks in from the northwest.

You say with a distinct Eastern accent, "Would you like to try?"

Morro flinches unconsciously.

You have emoted: Adalie adjusts her tight grip on her mace.

Morro Viatrix Ze'Dekiah says to you, "Strike me, Priestess. Or bother me no more. I still don't
think you have it in you."

You have emoted: Adalie looks knowingly at her angel.