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A well-lit atelier.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. Following off of the living room, this room gives off a somewhat more serious feeling. The floor is made of more of that golden wood with whorls and specks of sparkling blue-violet crystal, treated with that protective coating, but the walls are missing the paper that lines most of the rest of the house's walls. Instead, the walls are covered in a lattice of blue-violet crystal, darker toward the floor and growing lighter toward the ceiling. Lighting is provided by globes of crystal-clear glass with steady white light shining from the center of each- there are quite a few of these, meaning that shadows are almost non-existent within this room. Along each of the walls is a worktable, each with a set of tools hanging off of a board behind the table itself, and a number of specialist items of unknown use underneath. The tools along the boards include brushes, knives of various shapes and sizes, rasps, chisels, hammers in a variety of sizes, and a set of screwdrivers that range from nearly being blunt instruments to tiny instruments of a clockmaker's work. The ceiling is covered in tiles of creamy blue stone, smooth and completely devoid of any tool mark or design. Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters with an Unknown face lingers nearby, the air about him singing with the rush of the ocean. He wields a dazzling white staff crowned by a platinum pearl in his left hand.
You see a single exit leading south.
Wait timer expired.
You smile brightly at Tridemon, your frills puffing with joy.
You think to yourself: **a swell of warmth, there he is**.
(Squirrels): Esei (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Weep."
Peeking her head through the doorframe, you say, "Hi hello dad, how ares?"
(Squirrels): Ashira (from the Air Elemental Plane) says, "Luce and Ela for dust. Anyone else?"
A golden firefly squid drags itself in.
Able to fit in the palm of a hand, this golden firefly squid toy squirms in random, spasmodic movements due to a clockwork mechanism hidden within. The top portion, smooth and long, carries two glittering, almost comically large eyes while a pair of lips have been stitched just below in a wide, happy smile. Below its body are dozens of writhing tentacles that flail about uselessly, the tips of each adorned with a tiny gem.
It weighs about 1 pounds and 14 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk.
It has the following aliases: squid.
A golden firefly squid flails about helplessly.
A golden firefly squid scuttles away.
The Mantle of Starlight flows gently against your form, twinkling stars shifting across its surface as the starry infinity continues its eternal motion.
The sounds of unseen animals stirring for the coming day are audible behind the gentle whistling of the wind elsewhere in the manse.
The glittering mist around Muginn burns away, the moaning visages of the damned slowly seeping back into his coat.
You have emoted: At the lack of response, Cheliyi's smile softens, and she sighs. The mugwump wordlessly slips away.

The melodious voice of Tridemon resonates in your mind, "Oh, sorry, I was concentrating on something and forgot to actually respond..."
(Celest): Gyorn (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Nice."
Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters, "Ah, is okay! Love you lots. How are feeling? Gonna make some pancakes, want any?"
(Celest): Gyorn (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Mis."
The melodious voice of Tridemon resonates in your mind, "I'm good. Ish. 'm making a plan. Not sure how it's going to go. ... also yes."

At home in the kitchen, you have no trouble whipping up a platter of fox-shaped pancakes in the oven. There is enough for six portions.

You pat a platter of fox-shaped pancakes in a friendly manner.
You nod your head sagely.
(Squirrels): Esei (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I know webbing should also stop it, but I'll need to find a bard with dsong to test it out."
With a hum, you give a platter of fox-shaped pancakes to Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters.
You stop wielding your weapon
You begin to wield your weapon
(Squirrels): Calioliahali says, "It doesn't."
You have emoted: Cheliyi shuffles over to the workbench, glancing at it curiously. "What are working on, then?"

You nibble on a platter of fox-shaped pancakes.
(Squirrels): Ashira (from the Air Elemental Plane) says, "It's why I don't decap often. Waste of power to just get webbed."
Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Hmm."

Tridemon gestures to some small bits of platinum that have been carved out into tiny, intricate shapes- none of them much larger than a pea.
Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Working on stabilizing glyphs for a special enchantment."
You have emoted: Cheliyi cants her head curiously, eyeing the glyphs as she tears through one of the many pancakes on her platter. "Soff.... isf lik ahh runesss?"
You have emoted: Cheliyi makes a face, and swallows.
Clearing her throat, you say, "Like a runes?"
Aquamantic symbols suddenly project themselves upon the very air in dark blue light, fading after a brief moment.
Allixea has been slain in the Klangratch Tournies by Freja d'Murani.
Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Mmhmm. Glyphs are a bit more... specific, though. For naming, and for quite specific concepts."
You nod your head slowly in understanding.
Aquamantic symbols suddenly project themselves upon the very air in dark blue light, fading after a brief moment.
Tridemon reaches out to where the symbols projected themselves out into the air, gathering up some sort of dark blue sparkle and pushing it down into one of the glyphs on the work table, which shifts its shape very slightly.

You have emoted: Cheliyi blinks slowly, watching the process with wide eyes. "Woah. So the magic just likes being in that glyph shape, so it shapes the metals?"
(Squirrels): Ashira (from the Air Elemental Plane) says, "Alarin already got one for Celest, so looks like we're short one for Glom to make it even if everyone gets a sand on day turn."
(Squirrels): Alarin (from the Astral Plane) says, "I'm currently drawing penises on its face while Thaldorn heckles it. <.<."
(Squirrels): Ayisdra (from the Astral Plane) says, "I got one sand just now too."
Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Well, it helps that that's what I'm trying to do with it. It wouldn't work like that if I weren't working my will over it."

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

Pausing before her second pancake, you say, "So what is the glyphs fors?"

The soft sounds of a zither being played and the cry of a crane in flight echo in from somewhere.

(Squirrels): Esei (from the Prime Material Plane) says, ":)"
Tridemon points to several fairly similar bits of platinum. "Light gathering and imaging." He points to another set. "Water-shaping and maintenance." And the last set. "Mental connection and power channeling."
(Squirrels): Ashira (from the Air Elemental Plane) says, "Legit though, if someone starts killing your mani again Alarin, let them, steal the sand, and run. You have a cubix, use it."
You think to yourself: **slowly piecing it together, like a jigsaw puzzle**.
(Squirrels): Luce (from the Astral Plane) says, "I really need to get a non-stopped watch."
With obviously confusion, you say, "Scrying?"

(Squirrels): Luce (from the Astral Plane) says, "So TIME isn't so goshdarn vague."
Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Something along those lines, yes."
You tilt your head curiously.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you ask, "What do need it fors?"

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "... oh, we'll see eventually. I'm still deciding on certain materials- adjusting for tolerances during the finishing process."
You nod your head slowly in understanding.

The hollow voice of Sutekh reverberates in your mind, "*a thrum of faint disappointment* I've returned. Unfortunately, since we heard nothing from Celest, I yieleded to Ilisa's will and joined Gaudiguch instead."
Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Sutekh n'Lochli, "Ah, have funs there! Is a good city."
The hollow voice of Sutekh reverberates in your mind, "I suppose."
The hollow voice of Sutekh reverberates in your mind, "I've found a child and officially gottne married, as well."
(And Everything Nice): Gurashi says, ":')"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Sutekh n'Lochli, "Again, congrats, yes."
The hollow voice of Sutekh reverberates in your mind, "They...don't know how to read, so I was hoping to enlist Falaine in helping sometime, since she mentioned she likes the young and has experience in such things."
Tridemon reaches over and ruffles your hair with a fond expression.
The Mantle of Starlight shimmers and twinkles as the starlit darkness that it is formed of continues its eternal motion.
A rush of summer warmth passes through you as you smell grass and flowers and glimpse the limitless blue of a perfectly blue, sunlit sky.
Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Sutekh n'Lochli, "Ah, good luck with thats. Am unsure that will go the bestly. She may not like you much, since were Magnagorans."

The Domotheos of Life emerges from its dormant phase.
The call of a cicada welcomes the setting of the sun and the coming night.
Muginn shakes out his feathers, the plumes suddenly glowing with an ethereal haze. Ripples of mist pool at his talons, writhing with silent, screaming faces that leave hoar-frost in their wake.

Tridemon consumes a platter of fox-shaped pancakes leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.
(Squirrels): Ashira (from the Air Elemental Plane) says, "Half past seven now Luce, so something like that."
Aquamantic symbols suddenly project themselves upon the very air in dark blue light, fading after a brief moment.
(Squirrels): Luce (from the Astral Plane) says, "Just turned 8."
(Squirrels): Citinia (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I've punched them for other people so they don't move around before. As long as you punch someone elses, and someone else punches yours... they'll just sit there... being all invisible and silent."
(Squirrels): Elawienne (from the Astral Plane) says, "It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for."
(Squirrels): Ashira (from the Air Elemental Plane) says, "If the gmcp on time wasn't so screwy, I'd make a time module for my UI."
Holy Queen Regnant, Azula Vivalde, the Sidereal Adjudicator has entered the realm of Lusternia.
You are exhausted and open your mouth in an enormous yawn.
You give Tridemon a peck on the cheek.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "I think I'm gonna go naps next to Terrance. Love you dad, yes."
Tridemon nods his head sagely.
Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Naps are good."
You nod your head sagely.
You hug Tridemon as best as you can, pulling them into a tight embrace.
You wave goodbye.