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- The minute stars drifting within the depthless waters beneath Avaris shy away from
- his path as he stalks about in aimless agitation, each footfall spreading darkness like spilled ink,
- leaving a tangled swathe of atramentous liquid in his wake. The hairline cracks in the chitin of
- each hand are fine, but widespread, a crazed and spidery pattern of self-inflicted damage that
- splits apart and closes with each clench of his fingers, the claws forming fists in an arrhythmic,
- spasmodic manner.
- You think to yourself: He could beg her to take him back. She might. She might. She would never open
- her heart to him if he did, never draw him close... But wouldn't that be better, than cast out,
- bereft? Anything would be better than this constant, burning absence.
- The pale strands of his antennae lash about like lines that have snapped beneath
- too much pressure, whipping about Avaris's head in bursts of frenetic activity, only to grow still,
- and spasm into life once again as he paces.
- You think to yourself: He could go back. Couldn't he? Limp back home with his failure writ upon him
- like damnation's brand, his shame bared and searing. But She had numbed his pain before. He did not
- want to be numbed, but if that was the only way to feel Her touch again...
- The erratic, directionless nature of Avaris's stiff strides nevertheless have a
- consistent component - No matter which way he turns, how sharply he pivots, he never seems to draw
- near the throne that sits in quiet, pristine judgement, no does he so much as glance its way.
- You think to yourself: Maybe She would not soothe him again. But he could live with that. It would
- be enough to just hear the music of Her voice, even caustic with disgust. He'd do much, just to
- drink Her in, the sight of Her, Her presence. To taste Her scent, to feel Her touch, even raised in
- anger, to crush. He was starving, freezing cold. He'd eat poisoned crumbs, accept the wrath of
- fire's hateful hold.
- You think to yourself: But that would mean failure. A lack of Fortitude. You needed Fortitude, to
- outlast eternity. That was what he had sworn to Her.
- Avaris draws up short, standing a spear's length from the throne, abruptly still.
- You think to yourself: He had sworn to Her, yes. But She has not vowed so unto him, had She? And why
- would She? Why would a star bind itself to a mote of dust?
- As Avaris stares at the throne, cold, hard and remote, his fractured fists begin to
- tremble as red begins to ooze into his wings, vivid sanguine seeping into the markings like blood
- welling up from deep lacerations.
- You think to yourself: Could you resent Someone for loving them too much? He had not thought that
- you could - It was not Their fault, after all. They did not choose to have your heart cast at Their
- feet. Was it any wonder She had looked at him with such bemusement? How would he react if an insect
- fell before him in witless devotion?
- You think to yourself: He knew this. The cold logic, the detached sense of it all. He did. But that
- didn't change how he /felt/, at how the anger bubbled up when he looks at that damnable throne,
- empty as it has ever been. She had never even touched it, never warmed it with Her presence. Had She
- even noticed this little pocket he had carved out for that pathetic display?
- Avaris takes a single step towards the indifferent throne, the angelic wings, pure
- and flawless, a mockery of his present state.
- You think to yourself: Would She have cared, even if She noticed? Was She just pitying him all
- along? She was ever the mother, after all. It would make a bitter sort of sense.
- You think to yourself: But he was no child of Hers. He did not want Her pity, or Her maternal touch.
- There is a long, tense moment of stillness that seems to stretch ever onward, the
- fragile peace of the areas growing more brittle by the moment as Avaris glares at the throne with
- such intensity that the air about him shimmers and warps with a subtle haze.
- You think to yourself: It did not matter what he wanted. He would not get it. He had known that all
- along, hadn't he?
- You think to yourself: Then why was he so angry at Her?
- A soft, gentle whisper drifts through your mind, like a passing thought, "Why are you angry at Her?
- Is it so wrong to feel betrayed?"
- The antennae that flow from Avaris's head like streams of bone twitch, bending down
- in a slight frown.
- You think to yourself: Was it wrong to feel this way? She had cast him out, after all. He had given
- Her nothing but love, and the Devotion She so prized, and what had he gotten in return?
- Soft, gentle voices murmur in reply, "Nothing but scorn it is all She is capable of giving. None can
- ever please Her. Better to curse Her name and be free, is it not?"
- The wounded chitin of Avaris's fists creaks as he squeezes them tighter yet,
- sending further gaps in his armour wending their way quietly through the dull carapace.
- You think to yourself: The only One that could ever please Her was dead. A specter that haunted all
- those who would even try to grasp at the impossible, distant star of Her affection. Chains of memory
- weighing him down as he sought to join Her in Her vaunted, heavenly station. Just to stand at Her
- side, to be close. But what was freedom? What was he, without the chains? He had given everything of
- himself to Her. He would be nothing. Nothing.
- A soft and pleasing hum resonates in your mind as the intrusive thoughts whisper kindly, "Always
- chasing after what was. Chaining yourself to the past. Such a waste when there is a future to yet be
- saved..."
- You think to yourself: A future? What future was there without Her in it? Without Her light? Nothing
- but hollow, cold darkness. An eternity of silence. What salvation was there in that?
- Gentle, coaxing whispers fill your thoughts, "Perhaps you are wrong about the darkness, hmm? Can one
- who has stared into the Light for so long truly understand it? Can one who was been deafened by
- angelic hymns truly understand silence? Come closer to the dark and the quiet, and you could see..."
- You think to yourself: Had he been wrong about the darkness? He had railed against it, against the
- insidious corruption of the shadows in Celest. But...Had he been right to? Could so many people be
- wrong? Illyria was dark, and quiet, and so terribly comforting. Would it be so wrong to draw a
- little closer? To slip into the darkness, like blessed sleep after so long hurting, so much time
- clawing futilely within the Light? What harm was there?
- Soft whispers murmur in approval, "What harm can there ever be in seeking the truth?"
- You think to yourself: The truth. The truth was so often hidden away in darkness, wasn't it? Secrets
- were kept in shadows, not left in the light for all to see. But what truth did he even care to
- learn? A bitter laugh, sharp and cutting in its mockery. "The truth about love and betrayal, of
- course. What else mattered?" Had the Silent Lord not said He knew Her cruelty well? That had stuck
- with him like a well flung dart. He had not thought Her cruel, but...This was cruelty, was it not?
- The soft voice of Illyria tickles your ear, "[Adjacent to your thoughts but not approaching, simply
- gently manifesting in the manner that an eventide rose might unfurl slowly at the first brushstrokes
- of twilight, her mind reveals its presence. Silent and cool, like a shaded oasis at the peak of
- midday desert heat, its very existence close to your aetheric presence presents an unspoken
- invitation- to approach, and dwell in the comfort it offers. A single thread of thought spans the
- gap, a delicate unspoken inquiry of state of being]."
- You tell Reader Illyria, Listener of the Silent Knell, "[A shifting of his awareness, the weight of
- his countless eyes turning to you like lanterns holding guttering candles, their light flickering
- and dim. The oasis is regarded with a mixture of wariness and temptation that wavers, his mental
- balance sliding gradually forward and back in uncertainty.]."
- You think to yourself: Illyria. Soft-spoken and calm, gentle as midnight rain. So like Her, in so
- many ways, and yet...Not. Not an impossible star, so far above him that he could never reach, no
- matter if he strove for eternity. Mortal. Grounded. Attainable.
- Several of Avaris's light-forged eyes shift back to the throne, staring at the
- vacant seat, accusatory in their regard.
- You think to yourself: The great dam of his will, riven through with cracks, strains to hold back
- the raging tide of his anger as it pounds against his restraint, ceaseless, unrelenting in its
- assault.
- The suddenness with which the tranquility is shattered is appalling in its violence
- as Avaris's right leg snaps forward in a brutal kick that sends his taloned foot crashing through
- the marble of the throne in a detonation of sound and flying fragments of white. He lashes out at
- the left armrest with the back of his upper, corresponding hand in a blur of sickly yellow, and the
- crack that echoes at the impact is accompanied by a faint spray of blood as his weakened carapace
- breaks. Such is his temper that he either does not notice, or simply does not care, as he brings all
- four of his hands together in a conjoined, brutish bludgeon, high above his head - and brings it
- down like the fall of a dying star. Again, and again, and again, in a furious concatenation of
- thundering impacts that for all their explosive sound are drowned out by the ragged, tearing roars
- of mindless rage that rip themselves free from Avaris' throat in a wordless litany of pain, of
- simple, raw anguish.
- Eventually, he stops. It is not a gradual trailing off, not a stream trickling dry,
- but a complete cessation that is as abrupt as the onset. Floodgates slammed shut after a brief,
- torrential release of pressure as Avaris collapses to his knees before the rubble of the throne,
- staring at the ruination with dull, listless eyes.
- With the shattered gauntlets of his battered hands, Avaris numbly picks up the
- fragments of the throne, the marble jagged, stained with the red tarnish of his blood. He gazes
- fixedly at them for a time that seems to stretch into infinity, before he allows his fingers to go
- slack, letting the marble fall limply from his grip.
- The soft voice of Illyria tickles your ear, "[Her presence comes no closer, but nor does it
- withdraw. It is a silent offering, extended without expectation of acceptance, and no ill will
- should it not be. A second thread follows, simultaneously both shadowed and gleaming silver, like a
- spidersilk strand of hematite. This one notes the flickering state of your thoughts, and is touched
- with faint, genuine concern]."
- You think to yourself: So tired. An exhaustion that was soul deep. So much pain, without and within.
- So much darkness, pressing in - Or was he inviting it in? He could no longer tell. He was lost
- within it, stumbling blind. But was that any different from the mist? It was. The darkness, at
- least, did not cast him out. It would soothe him. She would soothe him. He could feel her concern,
- the sincerity of it. Would it be so wrong to grasp hold that thread?
- The voice grows softer, barely a hint of a suggestion as it drifts through your thoughts, "Such
- pointless cruelty. No purpose. No goal. Just suffering..."
- You think to yourself: Just suffering. He was tired of it. Even the most relentless warriors had to
- lay down their arms and rest for a time, didn't they? Did he not deserve a break? A little rest.
- That was all. It would do no harm.
- You tell Reader Illyria, Listener of the Silent Knell, "[The distant sensation of heat, brushing
- against your mind like the displaced air from a far-off eruption of a devastating inferno, which
- fades, and cools, until there is a stillness, the quiet of night after a scorching day - But hollow.
- In a voice worn down with weariness, the edges blunted, cadence stilted, he speaks a single word,
- the fingers of his awareness curling around the threads, but not yet grasping hold.] Illyria."
- The soft voice of Illyria tickles your ear, "[Like cats formed from shadow and smoke, the threads of
- gentle contact send tendrils of quiet regard twining around the word, bumping lightly, undemanding
- but softly curious.] Avaris. [The name is whispered in return, something closer to the sigh of a
- cool breeze through shadowed boughs than a voice. It pulls lightly, but in the manner that a
- mountain stream might- not a request for one to move along with it, but simply moving in accord with
- its nature.] You are weary. [Not a question, but an observation and acknowledgement of the
- naturality of such a state, but infused with a cloud-soft wish to soothe it]."
- You tell Reader Illyria, Listener of the Silent Knell, "[The hand twitches, the barest shiver of
- temptation as restraint slackens, ever so slightly. The sense of his will is that of a muscle too
- long drawn taut, trembling with exhaustion, but locked into place. Still, there is the whispering
- suggestion of a thirst, parched earth dried beneath a cruel sun.] I am. [The admission is a shameful
- one - A confession rasping from a hoarse throat, uttered in concealing darkness. There is a longing,
- an alcoholic staring at a drink that is not a perfect match for his favoured poison - But close
- enough.]."
- The soft voice of Illyria tickles your ear, "[Flowing delicately, unobtrusively, the serene and
- soothing stillness of her thoughts are like a numbing salve as the touch lightly here, brush softly
- there, deftly drawing attention from the rawest scrapes, the harshest burns. As cool waters might
- flow over sunbaked rocks, tranquil and comforting as they leech the heat away, so too do the
- tributaries of her mind as they outreach in smallest part, though her presence remains at a
- respectful and unobtrusive distance.] Would that I could ease it.. [The words are of quiet longing
- borne of a desire not to see anything suffer needlessly, an understanding that no simple words or
- actions could heal the hurt. Simply a wish, soft as a healer's prayer.]."
- You think to yourself: Numbing, so like Her touch...
- Avaris shivers as a frisson runs through him, his stiff feathers rustling with the
- subtle motion.
- You tell Reader Illyria, Listener of the Silent Knell, "[The abrupt, almost violent urge to grasp,
- to close about that gentle font and drain it, to slake an unquenchable thirst. The sensation is
- brief, but jarring, like the scrape of massive talons on the other side of a comfortable, secure
- retreat, and then gone. What remains is a twisting, almost sickened sense of keen yearning, of a
- loneliness so absolute as to make the Void seem a welcoming, hospitable retreat.] I do not think
- anyone can."
- The soft voice of Illyria tickles your ear, "[As still and serene as a lake at midnight, she does
- not recoil from the sudden lurching of your thoughts, the avaricious longing met with a tranquility
- that flows over and into the emptiness. It does not fill the void, nor does it try. Rather, it tips
- into it like a waterfall, dissipating into a shadowy, glittering constellation that scatters through
- it, leaving a darkly sidereal constellation that leads outward from it, should one only choose to
- follow.] "No," comes the soft reply. "But still, I am here.""
- You tell Reader Illyria, Listener of the Silent Knell, "[At first, the stellar quality of your
- thoughts causes him to flinch back, in the manner of a burn victim seeing a harmless candle, but
- gradually, he eases into a more relaxed state, watching the umbral stars with fascinated hunger. The
- pulse of his heartbeat is faintly audible, the drumbeats of a distant, rapacious band of deserters
- echoing in the night.] "Where?""
- The soft voice of Illyria tickles your ear, "[The shadowed stars shift, forming the shape of a
- blackthorn tree upon a hill, the rest still spilling out into a darkly beautiful trail of serene
- steps outward into the aether] My favorite place in all the world. As ever, you may teleport to me,
- if you wish to."
- You think to yourself: "Favourite place in all the world? Ah. Yes. That does seem fitting, does it
- not?"
- The stern clamour consumes you as you stride determinedly forwards.
- The Fulcrux of Nocht.
- The image of a beautiful nighttime sky has been stretched across the fulcrux. Dim stars struggle
- futilely to compete with the terrifying beauty of Mother Night. The ethereal image wavers on
- occasion, the sky rippling like water in a pond. A lonely hill covered in tall grass leads up to a
- single shrine. Behind the shrine stands a large blackthorn tree. The tree is taller than most of its
- kind, extending upwards rather than outwards. Delicate blossoms shower down from its branches,
- creating a flurry of white petals and filling the air with the pungent scent of wyrden foliage. A
- complex series of stones orbit around a stygian orb here. A rippling image of a beautiful night sky
- has been magically wrapped around the fulcrux here. Reader Illyria, Listener of the Silent Knell is
- here, shrouded. She wields an athame dagger in her right hand.
- You see a single exit leading through an image of the night sky.
- The severe ringing of bells dies away unnaturally swiftly in this space as Avaris
- steps into being, his sheer mass pressing down upon the tall grasses and flattening them underfoot.
- Still, he does not seem so out of place as he might have, before - The pale hue of his plumage, the
- white, almost petal-like appearance of his antennae seem almost at home here. He turns his head to
- regard the blackthorn, briefly, before turning his visored face to study Illyria. He says not a
- word, but waits in silence.
- Nestled into the thorny boughs of the blackthorn, Illyria is cradled in the crook of two larger
- branches, a foot dangling with the swirling hems of her skirts as the cold breeze tugs at and
- caresses the canopy of milky blossoms. When you appears from the aether, she straightens gracefully
- to sit upright on the intersecting limbs, riding their gentle sway as a child might ride a swing.
- Unlike many blackthorns, this one is easily large enough to accommodate even the titanic frame of
- the kephera beneath it, and she extends a hand in silent offering to approach, to settle, to simply
- savor the soothing solitude of the hilltop in the peaceful night.
- The faded blue of Avaris's seven eyes is that of the sky fading towards night as he
- stares at the offered hand, his antennae twitching in tiny, jerking motions, back and forth, back
- and forth. Eventually, with an almost reluctant manner, he steps forward, beneath the sheltering
- canopy of the blackthorn and its serene occupant, and lowers himself to sit. With his back leaning
- up against the trunk, he maintains a rigid posture of control for a long moment, before he abruptly
- slackens, shoulders slumping and head thumping back against the bark as he exhales.
- As you approaches, Illyria lets her hand drop to perch along the branch, then pushes off lightly as
- if to tumble down to the earth. Instead, she floats lightly frees, reaching a hand to unsnag her
- cloak from where several long, wicked thorns have punctured it. She drifts downward, twisting midair
- to face you as she descends, finally settling lightly to the earth just before the massive kephera.
- The chill breeze is bracing and numbing, its quiet song gently mournful as it whistles past.
- The grieving wind draws its cold fingers across Avaris's mane in a caress that
- stirs the dense, stiff tufts of dull white, plucking gently at the dead leaves of his plumage in a
- susurration of sighing sound. The great helm of his head does not turn down to face Illyria as she
- alights before him, though several of the dim, eye-like markings that roost in his wings shift their
- attention to Illyria, their regard almost covetous in its intensity.
- Quietly, the faeling lifts a hand to study the sweet, eager shadows that dance over her skin. She
- steps over to your side and sinks down into a cross-legged sit, then leans a gentle shoulder against
- you him, wordless and tranquil. Wherever the Silent One's shadows touch the harsh brilliance of the
- disfavor, the light is softened- though not covered, as it would have been from any other source.
- Still, the effect is of a gentling of the painful brilliance, and Illyria sits in companionable
- silence, closing her eyes to simply savor the unending night as blackthorn petals tumble around them
- like freshly fallen snow.
- You think to yourself: It was...Surprising, to him, how this form of closeness did not bother him.
- How many hugs had he turned away out of discomfort? How many times had he wanted to reach out a
- soothing hand, only to withdraw for fear of harming?
- You think to yourself: Too many. Why permit this, then? Perhaps he was simply too far gone to care.
- There was little his form could do that the jagged thorns of the Glomdoring could not.
- Whether the simple contact is as a balm to his wounded soul, or if the Silent
- Lord's shadows sooth the searing pain that limns Avaris's form, the end result is the same - He
- breathes out a long sigh, the exhalation carrying upon it an immensity of weariness, of pain that
- simple air should not be able to bear. The thrumming tension of his armoured form unwinds gradually
- as the muscles smooth out, his limbs going limp as he simply allows himself to sit, and be supported
- by the tree behind him.
- The long silence stretches and the shadows lap lightly around Illyria , and by extension, you where
- she leans, quietly soothing without expectation of conversation. The rippling sky, silence, and
- flowing wind combine together to give the faint impression, after some time, of being underwater-
- beneath a still, serene lake. The faeling hums softly, as ever, the bits and pieces that make it to
- audibility lifted away and cradled by the breeze that ruffles the waving grasses around them.
- Finally, she speaks, only a few quiet words. "It is beautiful here, isn't it?"
- Were it not for the gradual rise and fall of Avaris's expansive chest, the boneless
- manner in which he sits against the tree would make him seem an abandoned suit of armour, bereft of
- its warm occupant, or a puppet knight with its strings cut, tossed aside. The subtle illusion of
- placid depths lends him the aspect of a sunken statue, a forgotten monument to some long dead
- champion of a past age. Whatever he appears to be, it is still, and lifeless, reinforced by the
- quiet, hollow quality of his voice. "There is a certain appeal to it, yes."
- Illyria nods in silent agreement, then falls still once more, though the constant tug of the
- swirling wind lends an appearance of continual life and motion as her cloak flutters, her dress
- ripples, and shadows dance joyfully over her from, so tiny next to you that one might mistake her
- for a more normal, diminutively proportioned faeling from a distance. Content to go without
- speaking, she simply listens, letting the kephera speak if he so chooses, but otherwise simply
- letting the numbing comfort of the icy night linger around them.
- The salve of silence lingers undisturbed for a span of time that seems without end,
- a frozen moment captured in shadowed hues and pallid white as the two sit beneath the boughs of the
- blackthorn. In time, many slow breaths hence, Avaris speaks, a strange note to his voice as he asks,
- "Does your Divine love you?"
- Looking up at the question, Illyria studies you, a hint of a frown on her face. She doesn't answer
- for a long time, giving the question the care and consideration it merits. "I suppose that depends
- on the sort of love you mean," she says softly. "But yes. I am his Childe. And He loves all of His
- Childryn." Shifting her eyes to the shifting, twisting blackthorn boughs, the faeling falls quiet
- once more.
- The the ponderous motion of a falling oak, Avaris's head tilts down until he looks
- down at Illyria directly, his gaze, as ever, unreadable. "How do you know? Has He told you? Has He
- said 'I love you, My Childe'? Does He make you feel loved, to your core, without a whisper of a
- doubt?"
- Noting the movement, Illyria looks back from the tree to your eyes, her expression solemn. "No," she
- says honestly. "He has not. And even if He had, there is always room for second-guessing oneself.
- That is mortal nature, is it not?" She shakes her head minutely, lifting her hand to brush a petal
- from her eyelashes, where it had fallen. "But that is beside the point. I do know, with utter
- certainty, that this He where I belong, and that has brought me contentment."
- The sound that buzzes up from Avaris's chest vibrates his chitin like a struck
- shield, shivering against Illyria where the faeling remains in contact with his side. "The Divine
- feel far more than we do. It is my belief that if One loves you - Truly loves you - then you will
- not be able to doubt it. There simply would be no room for it." He lifts his upper right hand,
- raising it to curl the splintered mass of congealed blood into a slow, grinding fist, the motion
- more experimental, as if testing the range of motion, than anything spurred by anger. His words are
- thoughtful, deliberate in their cadence as he speaks. "Contentment. Why should we settle for simple
- contentment? They are Divine. They can give us whatever we desire. Why do you think He has not told
- you that He loves you, Illyria?"
- Illyria's eyes move to the damaged hand, frowning at the sight of it. "I suppose I have not earned
- it. And.. I have not asked," she admits softly, looking down at the grass to study the patterns the
- wind twists into the blades. "Contentment is a blessing to me, Avaris. It is far, far more than I
- ever had before." Leaning forward, she plucks free a few blades of grass, beginning to plait and
- twist them, silent and calm, though she does not hum. "They are so very old, the Divines. And our
- lives, long as they are, are fleeting and finite. It must be very hard for Them, to become attached
- to a mortal and then have them pass on, their thread severed. Now repeat that for millennia. I
- understand Them walling Themselves off to the sort of love of which you speak. Not without a very
- great deal of bonding and trust beforehand."
- Avaris shows no sign that the battered appendage, nor any of its brethren, perturb
- him - Though the extent of the fracturing makes it clear that it must. "They have not been among
- mortals for so very long. Perhaps They are simply miserly with Their affection, or do not view us as
- worthy of it. I wonder, often, at what They truly think of us." Lowering the hand to his lap, he
- leans his head back against the tree once more, staring up at the night sky. "What would you do if
- He cast you out?"
- Silent for a long time, braiding blackthorn blossoms into the grass plait, Illyria is quiet and
- still.. but it is with an air of melancholy rather than serenity. "That would suppose, I think, on
- why it happened," she whispers. "Were it my error? I would move Planes to mend it." When the little
- circle of flora is completed, she does not put it on, but rather lays it back in the grass, a silent
- offering. "If it were arbitrary? I... I think it would depend on how others acted, after. But I
- would be broken. Maybe forever." The last is said almost inaudibly, but quietly and starkly sincere.
- The ridges of Avaris's jawline grind against the bark as he swivels his head to
- look at Illyria, a searching quality to his regard, matching the intensity with which he probes,
- "Why would it matter how others acted? Is He not everything to You? Does He not form the core of
- your being, the foundation of your existence?"
- You think to yourself: "Or am I the only one fool enough to build myself about Another in such a
- way?"
- Illyria turns to meet your gaze levelly. "Yes," she says frankly. "He is. He does. But even the most
- shattered vessel can be mended with a careful enough hand. Though it will never be the same, after.
- Still... with a skilled enough artisan, it may even be more beautiful than before." She tilts her
- head to the side. "And then on the other hand, you have those who will pick up your pieces and lose
- them, or scatter them in their well-meaning chaos, or pocket them thinking they are keeping it
- safe.. and then you will never heal. That is why it matters."
- There is not so much as a flicker of emotion in the wan blue of Avaris's inhuman
- regard. "It is very imbalanced, the relationship between Divine and mortal. We break all to pieces
- when They discard us, but sometimes I wonder if They even notice our comings and goings." A faint
- curl of one antennae, pale as bone. "Does He love you the most?"
- With a faint, sad smile, Illyria shakes her head. "I would hardly presume to think so," she murmurs.
- "And as for the imbalance, well... yes. You are right. Though I do think that when Theirs turn on
- them, it does hurt them. Still.. They have lost so much, all of them. Hundreds of thousands, perhaps
- even millions, wiped away. Leaving, what? Dozens? What is a mortal or two to loss on that scale? To
- watching one who you grew with for aeons be consumed by a Soulless?" The faeling looks back down,
- setting her head lightly against your arm the way one might lean against a tree. "No, Avaris. It is
- an agony, and unfair in many ways, but I understand it. And that is the importance of other mortals.
- To fill the gaps the Gods cannot. Or will not."
- The scorn in Avaris's voice is searing in its intensity, the layered, discordant
- quality of his voice dripping with caustic derision. "Fill the gaps. Mortals cannot do such a thing.
- That is like trying to fill an empty ocean with a few buckets of water." His antennae flick out like
- lashing whips, sharp and fierce, though he makes no motion that might disturb Illyria's place upon
- him. "No, Illyria. Theirs is an absence that cannot be filled." He lapses into silence for a time,
- but it is only a short while before he stirs, and asks, "Why not? Why does He not love you the
- most?"
- Illyria doesn't answer for a long while, her eyes fixed on the grass. "I told you one that I will
- not speak for others, especially when I do not know. Far less for my God. Someday, though, perhaps,
- I will have earned that honor. For now, I simply serve Him as I can, and am content with what I
- receive." Her voice is somber, but free of any bitterness or resentment at the sentiment.
- You have emoted: The laughter that ripples forth from Avaris is quiet and dark as a lake at night.
- "Such a convenient retreat when you do not wish to answer directly. Give me your opinion, then,
- knowing that I am aware you are not speaking for anyone save yourself, with what you have observed,
- what you feel, and what you think."
- Illyria sighs softly. "I did answer directly, Avaris. That I have not earned such." She shakes her
- head lightly, the scant light in the Fulcrux glittering off the aureate charms in her hair.
- A thoughtful sound reverberates from Avaris's throat, faintly dissonant as it
- shudders through the air. "Then who has?"
- Illyria shakes her head slowly, not meeting any of your eyes. "I couldn't say. His Avatar, likely,
- though she has long slept. The Auspice, too. Perhaps his Enur Il'dal." She lifts a shoulder, then
- lets it fall. "Is there a reason to even speculate?"
- "Always." Avaris's reply is immediate, and far firmer than any of his words have
- been of late - The old conviction shining through, albeit briefly. "What is this Enur Il'dal?"
- Illyria glances up at the firmness of the reply, raising an inquisitive brow. "The Enur Il'dal is
- the head of His Order. There are two- one, the sleeping Avatar, and the other is Tau." She pauses a
- moment, some thought lingering in the front of her thoughts a moment before it is discarded.
- The pause is not missed, as the ever watchful eyes that flood Avaris's wings thin
- minutely, their scrutiny growing more acute. "You were going to say something, I think. What was
- it?"
- Illyria offers a faint smile, shaking her head slightly. "It would not make sense without lengthy
- context. It simply strikes me to wonder how much one can change before they are someone else
- entirely."
- Avaris lifts a blood-encrusted hand to pass it through the air in a broad gesture.
- "I do not appear to have anywhere to go. Provide the lengthy context, if you are willing."
- Several dim stars in the magicked image above flicker before fading away as a little more light
- fades away from the fulcrux. ((Nocht Purple))
- Several of Avaris's eyes travel upward as the light dims further, but his attention
- remains on Illyria.
- Studying the grasses, Illyria finally replies, "That is a story not mine to tell. Simply, someone
- changed so greatly that they remembered nothing and were completely different, and that often makes
- me wonder the implications of such."
- A low, shivering sound of contemplation stirs in Avaris's throat at this, turning
- his bloodied hand aside. "There are fables about that particular subject. You are not the first to
- wonder, and not the last. There is no easy answer to it."
- An icy breeze swirls around the fulcrux suffusing the chamber with the sound of creaking branches
- and the sweet scent of blackthorn blooms. ((Nocht Purple))
- Avaris's antennae flick aside at the scent, much in the manner one might wrinkle a
- nose.
- Illyria looks up at the touch of a breeze perhaps just a bit colder, the scent of blackthorns on it
- just a touch stronger, and smiles faintly. Glancing over at you, she dips her head. "Relevant here,
- though. Like that shattered vessel, if you break something down enough, when you put it back
- together it's hardly the same thing at all. So.. what is it? What will you be? Unless you chose to
- fade away into the void, you will live on as... something. The question is.. what sort of
- something?"
- Twisting shadows snake down from the magicked image above, swirling around Illyria and Avaris both.
- Several of the tendrils weave together into the shape of Nocht, the Silent, one of His covered arms
- linked casually with one of the kephera's. "Greetings, My little one." He whispers softly. "And to
- you, My cursed guest" He adds without looking up at the larger mortal. "My Illyria asks an
- interesting question... I would hear your answer."
- More silhouette than Elder, the way the shadows on the ground seem to grasp towards Him make it
- unmistakable that He is a radiant immortal. Standing a little taller than the height of an average
- elfen, all other aspects of the Elder's appearance are shrouded in veils and robes. Flashes of
- brilliant emerald and prismatic light occasionally light up the air around Him, accompanied with a
- sickly sweet floral scent that lingers in the air.
- He is wearing:
- a veiled blackthorn crown that obscures His face
- concealing robes painted with the colours of Night that twist in the air around Him as if
- underwater.
- Lowering his hand to rest upon the unmoving curve of his armoured thigh, Avaris
- lifts the shoulder opposite Illyria in a slight shrug. The spiked ring of his pauldron halts in its
- descent, however, as Nocht's tenebrous form coalesces, the arm linked with Nocht's own thrumming
- with surprise - Though it does not jerk away or withdraw. There is a slight stiffening in the
- kephera's immense frame that Illyria's proximity did not engender, as every one of the lightforged
- eyes turn slowly to stare at Nocht, wide and bewildered. There is a long moment in which the
- tarnished paladin clearly struggles to process this development, then he inclines his head to Nocht
- in a courteous manner, and gradually relaxes once more. "Silent Lord." The greeting is cool in its
- delivery, but not cold, or biting. "I do not have a satisfying answer to the question. I do not
- know. I find it difficult to care, in truth. What does the vessel care what becomes of it, once it
- has failed at its purpose?"
- As the shadows coalesce, the soft smile on Illyria's lips grows, though is perhaps a touch more
- subdued than it might usually be. She tilts her head back to study both Nocht and you, a soft hum in
- her throat. "Numbness is a good thing, a merciful thing, for one who lies in pieces. But as your
- pieces come back together, little by little, you should try to have a shape you wish to see them in.
- So you are a broken blade. That does not mean you cannot be melted and reforged anew. I ask again.
- Into what? What shape would you chose for yourself? What purpose?"
- "Hmmm..." Nocht muses as He reaches out, revealing a vine choked hand with sickly gray skin. He
- grasps your injured hand, slowly turning it over as He circles to stand before the kephera. He makes
- a slight *tsk* noise as He looks over the wound, but offers no comment beyond. "And you've failed in
- your purpose, child? There is no longer anything for you to strive for?" The Elder God asks, still
- holding your hand in His own.
- With Illyria pressed lightly against one side, and Nocht upon the other, Avaris's
- helm-like head shifts slightly back and forth between the two, bemused. As Nocht takes his hand
- within Nocht's own, the point of the kephera's chin is dragged inexorably down, as if magnetised by
- the act, so that he stares at it as if disbelieving of what his eyes - Natural and otherwise - show
- him. He remains transfixed as he answers, a shade distracted, "A sword does not choose its purpose,
- Illyria. It is wielded." To Nocht's question, a delay, in which his pale antennae curve down in a
- slow frown. "What should there be to strive for, after failure? The love that I desired is not
- within my grasp. The light has been denied to me. All is silence. It is deafening."
- You think to yourself: Has She ever held his hand like this? No, not really. Oh, She had forced him
- to take Her hand, so that She could numb his pain, but...That was just doing what She did, wasn't
- it? Healing. It meant as much as the dressing of a bandage.
- Watching Nocht examine you with a veiled expression, Illyria maintains her position, one shoulder
- leaned lightly on the kephera. "The difference, Avaris," she says softly, her voice gentle as
- honeyed milk, "is that a sword does not have a soul or a will. And you do." Her fingers lace
- together in her lap, and she glances away into the image of the night, studying it pensively.
- "Yes..." Nocht whispers softly. "When We first had to truly confront it, it drove many of Our
- Cousins insane. Is that your fate, child? If it truly is... why prolong your suffering so? Simply
- give Me what you are so certain I want, and slip into the gentle peace of oblivion so the Fates may
- try again."
- The faint sensation of the Silent Lord's grip tightening around your hand.
- Avaris does not answer swiftly, staring still at the conjoined hand of mortal and
- Divine, visibly struggling to comprehend the reality of what is before him. A whisper of red drifts
- through the eyes that adorn his wings, which narrow faintly with displeasure. His voice hardens, a
- harshness to the dissonant, oddly resonating quality of his tone. "I am not weak. I can endure
- silence." His grip upon Nocht's hand firms ever so slightly - Not squeezing, but sufficient that the
- application of pressure is readily discernible, the broken plates shifting uncomfortably beneath the
- Divine's fingers. "I have question for You, in turn, Silent One. Have You ever loved? Truly, deeply,
- completely loved? Given all of Yourself to Another?"
- Without shifting her regard from the distant, shadowed illusory stars, Illyria leans forward and
- into the grass, retrieving the untouched circlet of blossoms and grass , and begins to unweave it as
- deftly as it was woven, though with a slower deliberacy. She simply listens, making no further
- comment as her fingers unravel pale petals and dark blades.
- Nocht tilts His veiled head as He regards you in complete silence for several moments, the magicked
- image of the nighttime sky above growing slightly darker, the swirling breeze a bit colder. "That is
- a bold question, child. Some may even say disrespectful. Do you even know what you ask? Do you think
- you can understand love like We do?"
- The grip on your hand grows firmer, almost uncomfortable.
- Lifting his visored face to regard Nocht levelly in turn, Avaris's gaze is neither
- daunted nor defiant, but it is steady. "Is it disrespectful to seek to understand? How can I know
- what I ask, or whether I understand love like You do? So little has been shared with me. What else
- can I do but stumble blindly in the mist, in the shadows?" A twitch of the clasped hand, but he does
- not squirm with discomfort, or seek to retrieve it. "Will You guide me?"
- Strand by strand, the plait unwinds, letting blackthorn petals tumble back down onto the grass and
- Illyria's lap, stark and pristine white against the caliginous fabric. Still she listens in silence.
- Nocht turns His head back to look at Illyria. "Do you truly wish to learn, I wonder...? I have seen
- My little one share much with you already." He looks back up at you from behind His veil. "There is
- much to learn within My shadows, certainly... but you cannot see, cannot learn while you are still
- within the Light. I will guide you, child, but all things come at a cost..." His words linger in the
- air, carried away by the cold wind that circles the fulcrux. Finally, He speaks once more. "Curse
- the name of the Lady that betrayed you. Curse the half-formed of Celestia. Curse the Light. But be
- warned, words spoken aloud carry power even if they are lies in your heart."
- The featureless, faintly curving planes of chitin that form Avaris's face betray
- nothing as to his reaction to Nocht's words, as immobile and immutable as the walls of a fortress -
- Albeit one besieged. His turn, for silence, which he shows no discomfort within as he holds Nocht's
- gaze at length, antennae undulating so slow they seem caught in the sluggish current of some
- ancient, black river. "All things come at a cost." The words are echoed calmly, his manner steady
- despite the inherent threat of the situation. "Are we to bargain, then, You and I?"
- You think to yourself: Why so keen to have him curse Them? What would the words of a mortal do to
- the likes of Them?
- "Ah... Have We finally reached your purpose here, child?" Nocht whispers, a slight note of amusement
- weaved into the soft, hollow tones of His voice. "I am a fair God, Avaris. I return that which is
- paid for."
- Illyria's fingers slow and still on the nearly unraveled braid, and she looks up with an enigmatic
- expression, head tilted curiously to the side as the cold breeze catches her hair up and to the side
- in a roseate tumble before laying it back down in disarray against her shroud. Still, she listens.
- The spikes that protrude past the ringed, tarnished halo of Avaris's pauldron rise
- like worn blades held aloft as he lifts his great shoulder in a slow shrug. "Fair to a God may not
- be fair to a mortal, Silent Lord. What assurances have I that You will deal with me, fair and true?
- Will You swear it aloud, on Your soul? Words spoken aloud have power, You said."
- Nocht turns His veiled gaze back towards Illyria. "How curious, My little one... What do you think?
- Should I swear oaths and promises to this child...?"
- Illyria's eyes narrow as she studies you, and for a long moment, are colder than the wind that
- swirls through the Fulcrux. To Nocht, slowly, she murmurs, "It is a foolish thing for him to ask. An
- oathbreaker will swear anything and all and then break it anyways, and one who is honest and fair
- needs no such thing to deal truly." She shifts her gaze to Him, a troubled shadow passes through her
- eyes and she hesitates a long, long moment.
- You think to yourself: "Words spoken aloud carry power even if they are lies in your heart."
- Nocht, the Silent whispers, "There you have it, o cursed child. Make your offer now or retreat back
- into your suffering."
- The angle of Avaris's wedge shaped head tilts ever so slightly at this. "There I
- have it, You say. She has said nothing. You, Yourself, said that words said aloud are powerful. That
- eliminates all consideration for honesty or the breaking of oaths. You will not swear to bargain
- fair and true with me, then?"
- Nocht, the Silent whispers, "Child, I could break you into pieces right now and pick through the
- remains if I so chose. I will not make oaths to a mortal. One from so lost a place as New Celest at
- that. You risk all in tempting My patience."
- In response to an unheard comment, Nocht, the Silent whispers, "You need not leave, My little one.
- Our guest must decide now what he will do."
- A very faint glint of light shines in Avaris's eyes, a flicker of something sharp.
- There is a very tired quality to his voice as he replies, "I know well the danger Divine present,
- Silent Lord. You are far from the first I have suffered the displeasure of, and sadly I do not think
- You will be the last. You need not bother with voicing threats. They are implicit." The fingers that
- hold Nocht's hand maintain their slight pressure, neither seeking to crush, or slackening. A soft
- breath sighs forth from between the invisible seams of his face as he seems to come to a decision,
- the chorus of his voice steadying, if still far from harmonising. "Very well. A mantle of some
- significance. Formed of Night, all shadows and starlight. Heavy, with a seven-pointed star for its
- clasp." A slight shift of his chin as he studies Nocht, asking, levelly, "You know it?"
- A sudden and oppressive sensation envelops the fulcrux, the feeling of grief and anger so palpable
- it is almost suffocating.
- The last blades of grass unbind, the flowers held within tumbling free and dissolving into petals,
- fallen from Illyria's hand as she stiffens with echoed emotions and closes her eyes.
- You think to yourself: The beleaguered fortifications of his mind groan under the weight of the
- Divine's emotions, splintering, but not yet collapsing.
- Nocht remains perfectly still despite the sudden oppressiveness of the fulcrux. "Your Lady has sent
- you to mock Me, child? To reopen ancient wounds? Such things were lost long, long ago..."
- The Silent Lord's grip is now painful, the chitin of your kepheran armor threatening to shatter
- under His anger.
- Avaris mirrors Nocht's stillness, lapsing into a lack of motion more suited to a
- statue than a living thing. Still, he does not seek to retrieve his hand, or retaliate - He simply
- endures, a stone cracking under impossible pressure. Despite the pressing danger, he grows, if
- anything, more calm, the pressure serving to steady him as he replies, evenly, "I do not know why
- You would think it mockery. It is not lost."
- His voice like violently snapping branches, Nocht, the Silent whispers, "Prove it, child. Show it to
- Me now or I will destroy you and pick through the gore."
- Nocht, the Silent whispers, "And then I will seek out Lantra."
- Save for the fluttering of umbral fabric and flickering wings, Illyria might be a statue set atop
- the hill, frozen and silent as she watches with veiled eyes in utter silence.
- Only at the mention of the Empyreal does Avaris's grip tighten, a sudden convulsion
- that is mirrored in the flare of sanguine light that surges to life within his wings - And dies, as
- his hold relaxes. In a voice that is almost eerie in its mildness, he says to Illyria, "Move aside,
- please, so that I might acquiesce to Your Lord's request."
- Illyria stands immediately, floating up and backward to clear a space between herself and you,
- watching intently.
- Maintaining his regard of Nocht, Avaris does not so much as twitch his attention
- away as he reaches his left pair of hands back, slipping them beneath the pallid cloak of his furled
- wings. There is a brief moment in which the only sound if a muted rustling, before he retrieves
- something that flows like shimmering night, the magnificent garment made all the more wondrous by
- the battered, wan kephera that holds it aloft with great care - Never permitting it to touch the
- ground. He says nothing, but merely watches Nocht, patient and still.
- You begin to wield the Sidereal Mantle of Ailustris in your right hand.
- You think to yourself: A sense of bone-weary resignation for yet more violence at Divine hands, over
- which flickers sparks of intense curiosity.
- Nocht releases His grip upon your hand at the sight of the mantle taking a half-step back as if in
- disbelief, though His veiled face conceals the true nature of His reaction. "How did your Lady come
- to hold that...?" He whispers, His words soft, yet laced with suppressed anger. "And what does She
- expect you to gain from Me in return?"
- Avaris's hand hangs suspended in the air for a moment, before it drifts down to
- rest upon the grass at his side. The antennae that flow from his head, pale as shards of bone, stand
- erect and unmoving as he looks impassively at Nocht. In reply, he says, simply, "Fortitude."
- Nocht exhales sharply at the reply, His veil fluttering at the breath. "What a cruel way to teach
- you a lesson, child. Contemplate that when you seek Her favor once more." He extends a hand towards
- you. "Give Me the mantle, and you will have what you seek."
- Floating a short ways away, Illyria is immediately transfixed by the mantle, her eyes widening, and
- then still further at the reply from the paladin. She frowns, agreement on her face at Nocht's
- assessment of the lesson, but says nothing, simply witnessing the exchange in silence.
- His motions stiff, yet dignified, Avaris pushes himself to his feet, taking intense
- care all the way to avoid marring the mantle. Once he is upright, he looks down upon Nocht for a
- long moment, before he replies in a quiet voice. "She is not the only One that teaches with pain,
- Silent One. The only cruelty in this is mine." With this, he holds his hands out to Nocht, the
- shimmering garment of sidereal shadow draped across his broken palms like an offering, in truth.
- You give the Sidereal Mantle of Ailustris to Nocht, the Silent.
- Nocht reaches out and grasps the divine mantle from your grasp. His vine-choke fingers run along its
- starry surface in silent contemplation for several moments, ignoring the mortals present. Finally,
- He holds the mantle close to His chest and whispers softly, so softly that you cannot make out His
- words. Gently folding the mantle over His arm, He finally returns His gaze to you. "I wonder what
- your Lady would think of your cruelty, child. How interesting it would be if She were pleased..." He
- reaches up towards the magicked image above, and with a quick motion of His hands seems to pluck one
- of the stars out of the image. It is a shimmering light wreathed in a gentle mist that coils around
- His arm as He holds it aloft in front of both you and Illyria. "I will not give you the satisfaction
- of calling Me a liar, child. Take this for your Lady. A once-gift from Our Brother to Her. Knowing
- that She has kept such... secrets from Me, I feel no regret in hiding it from Her."
- Nocht gives a mist wreathed star to you.
- Evette curtseys gracefully.
- A tenebrous leopard lopes excitedly towards Tau as she comes into view, butting her head forcefully
- against Tau's hand demanding affection.
- The image of the night sky ripples as the body of Esei suddenly emerges from its grasp.
- With several beats of her wings, Tau alights upon the master shrine of Nocht's shoulder.
- A tenebrous leopard eyes you hungrily, yet remains a distance away from the gathering.
- Esei alights carefully on the ground upon their entry, placing a hand over their heart as they bow
- briefly to Nocht. They right themself shortly thereafter, clasping their hands behind their back.
- Floating tranquilly a short distance from you and Nocht, Illyria does not turn to face any of those
- who enter, her eyes locked on Him and the kephera.
- Watching the Divine's reaction intently, but without expression, or any real
- indicator of his own feelings, Avaris waits in patient silence until he is addressed. "I know what
- She thinks of it. Nor is She mine." Stepping forward to retrieve the light within the faded cage of
- his fingers, he gathers it carefully to his chest, turning the flat, dense chitin of the back of his
- hand outward. Ignoring the other mortals entirely, he inclines his head towards Nocht in a courteous
- manner. "Our business is done, then. Forgive me if I do not wish You well." He turns, studying
- Illyria intently for a long moment. "Remember the questions I asked, Illyria. Dwell on them, lest
- you become a shattered vessel yourself."
- Nocht reaches up and places His hand upon your face, pushing him backwards. "Be gone, cursed thing."
- With the smallest flick of His finger, Nocht sends you flying headlong into the depths of the Astral
- Plane.
- Grotesque boils upon the sand.
- A crimson mist shot through with living motes of sickly green hue flows out from a healing shrine of
- Thax nearby. The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. A nauseating stench
- that had been a simple hint before has now pervaded the entire area. The blackened sands are
- interrupted with several boils that seem to fester and explode without any regard to what's nearby.
- The boils push past the layers of black sand and the white material that comprises them strains in a
- grotesque manner as the pus seeks to bust free.
- You see exits leading east and west.
- A soft laugh vibrates throughout the twisted area as Avaris shakes his head,
- lifting his lower left hand to pass it over his face slowly. "Cursed thing. The irony."
- a mist-wreathed star
- This ephemeral glimmer of light looks as if was plucked from the sky above, its insubstantial form
- flickering just like the stars at night. It is oddly weightless, and yet cool to the touch as it
- remains shrouded within an ever-churning mist. The star's gentle, white light is reflected off the
- water droplets that surround it, bathing its surroundings in an iridescent starlight.
- It is strangely weightless.
- It has the following aliases: star.
- Before a secluded mountain spring.
- Immaculate white marble glistens with a faint sparkle of mist as the narrow path opens up to reveal
- a shallow mountain spring, filled with the gentle sound of trickling water. Marbled shades of
- celadon blue dance across the smooth surface of the polished stone, resembling the way starlight
- dapples across the open sea as it emanates with a constant thrum of cool, luminous energy. A
- soothing breeze whispers throughout the hollow cavern, resounding within the alabaster walls with a
- lingering, watery echo. Shimmering over with water and light, a sparkling veil of white mist draws a
- starry curtain here.
- You see exits leading north and west.
- Avaris stands before the glittering veil, clutching the star to his chest as he
- stares at the misty curtain with a palpable air of trepidation.
- You think to yourself: "Perhaps She is...Not paying attention. I will be swift."
- You part a sparkling veil of white mist, leaving your surroundings in a bright shimmer of water and
- light.
- The Fulcrux of Lantra.
- The rush of running water echoes throughout this alabaster sanctuary, its white pillars surrounded
- on all sides by shimmering waterfalls. Breathtaking stars twinkle across the misty falls as they
- collect into a luminous gazing pool, its rippling waters clear and sparkling as they reflect the
- open expanse of the celestial sky above. Caught in a graceful dance of duality, an immaculate white
- koi fish circles its dark twin in the glittering depths of the basin, continuing in a silent push
- and pull as their silhouettes form two halves of a whole. The white, blue and pink petals of
- assorted lotus flowers crown these starry waters with their regal beauty, standing at the feet of
- several stone priestesses who guard this place. The statues bow their veiled heads in silent prayer,
- each bearing a tilted celadon urn that overflows with the boundless light of healing waters.
- Shimmering over with water and light, a sparkling veil of white mist draws a starry curtain here.
- Impossibly still at the centre of this luminous pool of water and light, a single star lotus flower
- blooms brighter than all the others, its heart radiant as the dewy petals unfurl to reveal a
- beautiful, enchanting light.
- There are no obvious exits.
- You have recovered balance on all limbs.
- With his head lowered in the manner of one seeking to avoid notice, Avaris's steps
- are hurried as he makes his way towards the pool, anennae flicking about with nervous, watchful
- apprehension. He lowers himself awkwardly to one knee, the motion stiff and ungainly.
- Kneeling humbly, you press your palms together before you and close your eyes momentarily as you
- pray devoutly to Lantra, the Empyreal, "[The faintest touch of awareness, the barest brush of a
- fingertip to draw Your attention, quickly snatched away. The discordant, layered voice is carefully
- neutral, almost stilted in the severity of its formality.] "It is done."".
- Tension fading from your weary body, the searing light that wreathes your form mercifully dims at
- last from its unforgiving brilliance, fading to a gentle nothingness that flickers and is no more.
- The disfavour of Lantra has worn off, leaving you with decreased essence.
- Slowly, gently coalescing into existence, a much quieter light manifests before you, glimmering in
- the likeness of a star lotus that longs to know and be known. You recognize its light as the one
- found within the Lake of Polaris, blooming alone and apart ever since your first time wandering
- within the Vanishing Isles. "Come to Me," a feminine voice whispers, and the vision fades, beckoning
- for you to seek it.
- Avaris rises from where he kneels, his motions less stiff, but all the more
- uncertain as the quiet light appears before him. He does not reply, but simply nods his assent, and
- turns to leave.
- The base of a small waterfall.
- A small, cool waterfall chatters its way down the cliff face at the north end of this canyon,
- spilling into a pool at the foot. Overflow from the pool trickles lazily away in a broad, shallow
- stream, down the length of the canyon to the south. Mosses and ferns grow thick under the trees that
- shade the canyon floor. An oak sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. A small, mottled pig
- snuffles about here, looking for food.
- You see exits leading south and through a luminous waterfall.
- Avaris's shattered fingers curl and uncurl in rapid, anxious motions as he stares
- at the waterfall, his foot twitching forward, and halting.
- You think to yourself: The memories of the others, turned away, sharp and cutting as shards of
- glass. "Fortitude."
- You part the misty curtain of a luminous waterfall and vanish in a shimmer of water and light.
- Within the Lake of Polaris.
- Beautiful waterfalls surround this starry grotto to pool into a luminous lake, filling the vaulted
- cavern with sparkling white mist. Koi fish of every colour glide throughout the grotto's pool,
- pressing against the star lotuses that bloom in abundance before the sidereal falls. Behind one
- waterfall's veil of mist, a statue of the Empyreal Goddess can be made out in the hazy fog, Her
- stoic figure wrought into the alabaster stone. Though Her expression is inscrutable, Her hands are
- pressed together to hold a single star lotus, which impossibly remains in radiant, eternal bloom. A
- stately plaque at Her feet reads the following: "As above, so below." Cradled within the marble
- Goddess's outstretched hands, an immaculate stone basin awaits the falling waters.
- You see exits leading north, east, south, west, up, and through a luminous waterfall.
- A ripple in the starry waters radiates from the south, beckoning with rays of pale white light.
- Starry waters mirroring the sky.
- As the lake's waters quietly spill towards a large waterfall to the south, the wide expanse of this
- glistening pool shimmers into view like a mirror held to the starlit sky. With a surface as smooth
- as glass, a glissade of water lilies glides serenely across the water, their dewy petals lit by
- motes of lambent light. These motes dance and twirl across the sparkling waters, like lanterns aglow
- within the dark shade of the nearby willow trees. Tall white cranes gracefully step beneath their
- branches, their ripples disturbing the lake's otherwise peaceful waters. Unfurling its beautiful
- petals in eternal bloom, an immaculate white lotus emanates a luminous, celestial glow here.
- You see exits leading north, northeast, east, south, west, and northwest.
- A rare and unusual flower found in the healing waters of the Lake of Polaris, this white star lotus
- emanates a luminous, celestial glow here. The lotus's immaculate white petals unfurl to reveal a
- pure heart alight with the breathtaking glow of a single, twinkling star. Motes of celestial light
- wink across the lotus's soft, pillowy petals with a dewy radiance, weaving through a calming,
- tranquil fragrance that emanates from the lotus's centre. Regal and resplendent, this star lotus
- blossoms in eternal bloom, as if existing outside of time itself.
- The immaculate white lotus blooms before you with a dewy splendour, and you feel an irresistible
- urge to pluck it from the lake's depths.
- Avaris reaches out tentatively, hesitating a moment with his bloodied hand
- suspended over the lotus, before he takes it as gently as he can manage.
- As you pluck an immaculate white star lotus from the luminous waters of the Lake of Polaris, the
- flower gently yields to your touch, petals unfurling to reveal a dim heart of starlight.
- You hear a distant shifting from the centre of the Lake of Polaris as the flower emerges from the
- waters, beckoning you to the realm's entrance.
- Within the Lake of Polaris.
- Beautiful waterfalls surround this starry grotto to pool into a luminous lake, filling the vaulted
- cavern with sparkling white mist. Koi fish of every colour glide throughout the grotto's pool,
- pressing against the star lotuses that bloom in abundance before the sidereal falls. Behind one
- waterfall's veil of mist, a statue of the Empyreal Goddess can be made out in the hazy fog, Her
- stoic figure wrought into the alabaster stone. Though Her expression is inscrutable, Her hands are
- pressed together to hold a single star lotus, which impossibly remains in radiant, eternal bloom. A
- stately plaque at Her feet reads the following: "As above, so below." Cradled within the marble
- Goddess's outstretched hands, an immaculate stone basin awaits the falling waters.
- You see exits leading north, east, south, west, up, down, and through a luminous waterfall.
- Steps that descend through the waterfalls glisten, newly arisen from the waters of the Lake of
- Polaris.
- Lotus cradled in one hand, the misty light clasped protectively in another, Avaris
- studies the stairs for a moment in silence, before proceeding.
- Descending beneath the waterfalls.
- Like the sound of falling rain, the constant flow of rushing water echoes throughout this narrow
- passageway hidden beneath the Lake of Polaris's waterfalls. The limestone walls have been polished
- smooth by the waters, almost mirror-like as starlit torches reflect white light across their glassy
- surface. Mosaic jade tiles have been laid upon the ground, drawing a vibrant path of koi fish and
- lotuses that leads into the depths of the cavern.
- You see a single exit leading southeast.
- Illuminated by star lotuses.
- Water has trickled in through the crevices of the limestone walls to collect here in small pools,
- where star lotuses blossom amidst the darkness. Dewy light spills forth from their white petals,
- dimly illuminating the petal-strewn chamber with an enchanting, otherworldly glow reminiscent of
- starlight. A spray of mist coalesces in the air from the nearby entrance to the falls, lingering
- here in a mantle of sparkling white that wreathes every footfall in fog.
- You see exits leading south and northwest.
- Avaris pauses, entranced for a helpless moment by the beauty of this place, his
- antennae drifting aside as his myriad eyes turn and stare about.
- Under the watch of angels.
- A series of white marble archways have been seamlessly built into the cavernous passage, upholding
- the underground chamber as pillars. Looking down from the vaulted arches, a host of stone-wrought
- angels blesses those who pass through with outstretched hands, resembling the devas and archangels
- of the holy plane of Celestia. At the feet of these pillars, a sparse array of star lotuses glimmers
- faintly in pools of muddy water, their only source of water trickling through the walls.
- You see exits leading north and southwest.
- The well-trodden path of the Penitent.
- Natural shelves in the limestone walls here bear various offerings left by penitents who have
- ventured forth to the Grotto of the White. Celadon urns overflowing with water and light stand as
- testaments of others who have witnessed the healing spring and brought back something to remember
- the pilgrimage. Tendrils of mist spill from the fluted urns, drifting across the floor of the
- caverns in hypnotic whirls of soothing white.
- You see exits leading northeast and northwest.
- A bend beneath the waterfalls.
- The underground path curves gently here, a gap in the limestone walls revealing the misty spray of
- the waterfalls churning overhead. There is an ethereal quality to the way light bends and reflects
- from the curtain of sparkling white, glistening like rain pouring down from the heavens. What water
- trickles within the passage has gently rounded each stone in its descent, the resulting pool
- blossoming with proudly unfurled star lotuses. Like candles, they glimmer with a faint light,
- guiding those who wander through this narrow corridor to their destination.
- You see exits leading north and southeast.
- Before an underground shrine.
- A profound sense of solemn grandeur emanates from this underground shrine, its arched entrance
- upheld by four marble pillars of grand stone. Overhead, an elaborate mural has been carved in bas-
- relief to depict the robed figures of the Hamadhi tending to the wounded and suffering upon Their
- healing mounds. At the centre, the figure of Lantra, the White can be seen, Her expression filled
- with concentration as She gestures towards those closest to Her in quiet command. Beneath the mural,
- an impervious stone wall gates all entry further underground. Her white robes pooled at Her feet, a
- sculpture of Lantra, the Empyreal kneels here, cradling the fallen in Her arms.
- You see a single exit leading south.
- As you approach the sculpture of the Empyreal and the Fallen, the star lotus in your hands beckons
- for release, motes of light scattering from its soft petals.
- Worshipfully sculpted from an enormous, flawless sheet of translucent marble, two Elders manifest in
- this transcendent display of fortitude and devotion. Alabaster smooths and pools like liquid about
- the robed form of the Empyreal, and though Her veil shrouds Her downturned eyes and lips, not even
- stone can obscure the emotion wrought upon Her visage - the heavy burden of sorrow, the tenderness
- of love, the aegis of duty. The subject of Her grief rests sheltered in Her arms, draped over Her
- knees, desperately clutched by hands that would surely tremble were they alive. This fallen Elder's
- face turns toward Her with open eyes that do not see, body limp without the fire of life to possess
- it, legs which once belonged to an artist tapering into nothingness as though frozen mid-
- dissipation. Though this statue shoulders its dolorous weight with decidedly graceful poise, an
- unexpected source of solace rises in a wreath about its foot: star lotus blossoms unfurl there with
- the promise of hope amid ruin, like flickering lights to pierce the darkness. Below these delicate
- flowers, words have been chiselled into a plaque, the script elegantly whorled and fluid.
- It weighs about 62 pounds.
- It has the following aliases: sculpture, statue.
- There is nothing noteworthy there for you to read.
- You drop an immaculate white star lotus.
- As the star lotus gently alights before the sculpture of the Empyreal and the Fallen, a dewy
- radiance spills forth from its petals, bathing the chamber in light as it disperses into the aether.
- The sculpture's eyes flash with sudden immaculate light as the stone wall shudders in answer, moving
- to reveal a starlit sanctuary.
- [HINT]: You sense this opening will be brief! You should go EAST now!
- The Sanctuary of Resurrection.
- Enclosed on all sides by pristine marble walls, this vast, secluded chamber is buried deep beneath
- waterfalls that churn distantly overhead, and guarded by sculptures of archangels. Though this
- windowless place possesses no natural light, there is an abundance of radiant starlight flickering
- within the angels' hands, each white flame crystallised within a translucent, lotus-shaped sconce.
- Like a shimmering curtain, water cascades from the walls in a sparkling veil, leaving the angels
- untouched as it gently pools and encircles the chamber in a low-lying marble fountain; various small
- cushions have been placed here to allow for a moment's respite in the sanctuary. Within these
- glistening waters, star lotuses bloom and koi fish of every colour thrive. A breathtaking mosaic
- mapping the entirety of the Vanishing Isles spans the floor, turquoise-and-cerulean tiles indicating
- the oceans swirling between the Seven-Star Islets, speckled with white to form the frothy falls of
- the Misty Veil. Pulses of light twirl faintly across the jewelled tiles, drawing the eye to the
- southern exit and the glittering waters that await within the Grotto of the White.
- You see exits leading south and west.
- "Avaris," a gentle, feminine voice radiates through the chamber, soft in its cadence. "You have kept
- Me waiting."
- Looking about him in mute wonderment, Avaris jerks at the sound of the voice,
- falling to his knee in an immediate, almost reflexive manner. Head lowering to stare the the floor,
- he dips his chin in a sharp nod, lifting his upper right hand out, palm-upwards, wordlessly offering
- the mist-wreathed star up.
- Pinpricks of celestial light coalesce into the faint outline of a star lotus, which blossoms open to
- reveal the regal figure of Lantra, the Empyreal.
- Her slight and statuesque figure exuding a sense of restrained dignity, She is a radiant immortal
- and possessed of a quiet and unassuming stillness. The Goddess's olive-skinned complexion shines
- with the dusky radiance of youth, and yet the ancient burden of duty weighs heavily upon Her
- shoulders, carried with a silent and practised grace. Lost to contemplation, She appraises Her
- surroundings with a distant air; the grey-tinged gaze of Her celadon blue eyes remains as fathomless
- and inscrutable as the hazy mists of a waterfall. Despite the seriousness of Her first impressions,
- however, a gentle smile graces Her lips with an almost maternal tenderness. Her every movement is
- characterised of an unhurried elegance and poise, reflective of an inner peace as She emanates a
- soothing white light.
- Shimmering tresses of palest starlight spill down Her shoulders in a curtain of white to end at Her
- waist, nary a strand out of place. Motes of silver and celadon blue interweave through Her
- immaculate coif, their whispers of colour evoking a breathtaking celestial radiance.
- She is wearing:
- immaculate vestments of purest white starlight that wreathe Her in a celestial glow
- a cascading veil of mist and water lilies that trails at Her feet, shrouding Her face from view
- elevated sandals of woven willow leaves that leave lambent motes with each step
- a bracelet of woven water and starlight shimmering upon Her wrist
- a gold damask cope clasped with a radiant star lotus that covers Her shoulders in a heavy mantle.
- Her voice soft and wondering, Lantra approaches you with the slow grace of one who has an eternity
- to consider Her thoughts, Her veiled gaze seemingly drawn by the star within your hands. "You have
- done it."
- This time, none of Avaris's eyes turn to Lantra at Lantra's appearance. Instead,
- the snap downwards and away, averting their gaze. The upraised arm trembles almost undetectably as
- it holds the star out, though not from fatigue. Again, he simply nods in response, the downward stab
- of his chin short, truncated.
- You think to yourself: Coiling dread tightens in his gut like a wire drawn taut. A complex, tangled
- array of emotions both dark and light writhing, underscored by uncertainty.
- For all that you avoids the Goddess's gaze, Lantra observes you with silent intensity. Even behind
- the confines of Her veil, the flicker of Her eyes from the injury upon your hands, to the bowed way
- you holds your body in genuflection, is unmistakable. She no longer appears to see the star, in
- truth, as She says softly, "You have suffered much on this path, have you not?"
- Lantra removes a gold damask cope clasped with a radiant star lotus.
- Gently enfolding the kephera in the mantle, Lantra gives a gold damask cope clasped with a radiant
- star lotus to you.
- You are holding:
- "cope360253" a gold damask cope clasped with a radiant star lotus
- Rich damask brocade forms this heavy mantle, which provides a reassuring warmth and gentleness as it
- drapes over the shoulders in a cope of splendid golden light. An elaborately wrought star lotus of
- purest gold clasps the mantle upon its wearer's personage, the brooch's leaves carved of celadon
- jade. The front panels of the garment shine with the sacred language of Ae, the beautiful
- calligraphy embellished with white blossoms that entwine about each embroidered character. Upon the
- back of the cope, the intricate embroidery of an urn overflowing with four streams of water and
- light can be seen, its surface crowned by a radiant star lotus. The resplendent image is illuminated
- in rainbow threads that shimmer through a prismatic spectrum of colours, lustrous and gleaming.
- It weighs about 20 pounds.
- It does not retain any heat whatsoever.
- It bears the distinctive mark of Lantra, the Empyreal.
- It has the following aliases: cope.
- You slip into a gold damask cope clasped with a radiant star lotus.
- The very sound of Lantra's voice sends a brief, subtle shiver through Avaris's
- form, the fingers of his lowered hands curling in tight against his abdomen. When he does, finally,
- speak, his voice is subdued unto barely a murmur, the typically harmonious melody of his voice
- rendered discordant, imbalanced. "Nothing compared to what You have endured, Lady." As the cope is
- laid about him, he grows completely still, save for the antennae that coil and twist inward with
- uncertain discomfort. He hesitates, many of the eyes within his wings turning to stare at the
- aureate garment with wonder. "You should not sully Your mantle, Lady. Take it back. Please."
- As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible, shadowy beauty,
- spreading darkness across the land.
- Her voice clear, yet firm, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "It is Mine to do with as I wish."
- You think to yourself: The weight of the cope is at once comforting as a caress, and heavy as words
- of damnation. He longed to touch it, to revel in the closeness of it, of Her, but he does not
- deserve it. The firmness in Her voice is heavier still, for he knows that tone well enough by now
- that arguing will do little.
- The touch of Her hand lingers for a moment upon the glistening threads of the cope, patient and
- gentle. "Avaris," Lantra says again, this time pausing before speaking. "Do you believe that I wish
- for you to suffer?"
- Breathing out a brief exhalation of sheer frustration, Avaris strives to keep his
- bloodied hands from so much as brushing against the garment, his shoulders set. Whatever words the
- stubborn tilt of his ridged jaw makes way for halt before they can manifest as he pauses, antennae
- curving down in a steep, faintly puzzled frown. His voice is bemused as he replies, carefully, "Of
- course not. Why would You ask me this, Lady? You hate to see others suffer."
- There is a patience to Her words as Lantra asks, "Then why do you choose to throw yourself before
- the cliffs of adversity? Why seek the shadows, for My sake, when I would have you walk in the
- Light?" The Goddess's hand drifts upon the cope to rest upon your shoulder, hesitating. "I wish to
- understand."
- Avaris does not seek to shy away from Lantra's touch - The opposite, in fact, as
- his shoulder rises a fraction, unbidden, to provide a steadier place for Lantra's hand to rest. "I
- want You to know that You can trust in me to venture into the darkest places, Lady, that I can be
- dashed against the most unforgiving shore, and endure." As he speaks with a quiet, fierce
- conviction, he still does not look upon Lantra, not with the faded blue of his seven, physical eyes,
- nor with those that adorn his wings. "I want You to know, to Your core, without any doubt, that You
- can trust me. That I can be by Your side, wherever You go. That I am strong enough for You to lean
- on. I will persist. I will not yield."
- Weighing your words with the solemnity they are due, Lantra raises Her other hand to lift a
- cascading veil of mist and water lilies, revealing Her expression in truth: there is no anger, no
- frustration behind the mist, but rather a quiet concern, and the curiosity naturally born from it.
- Lantra draws a cascading veil of mist and water lilies away to unveil Her face, framing Her features
- in a sheer, sparkling curtain of mist.
- Her celadon eyes gentle and kind, Lantra, the Empyreal says to you, "And yet I would not have you
- dashed against the shore. I would not have you bear the weight of an Elder's burdens, nor feel that
- you must prove yourself to such an exacting degree."
- Pausing, again, as She weighs Her next words with care, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "I am not blind
- to what you have endured for Me."
- The motion of Lantra's hand draws the attention of one of Avaris's smaller eye
- markings, the tiny, faintly glowing symbol furtively sneaking glances at Lantra's face. All others
- remain downcast as the kephera nods in ready acceptance, though there is an implacable quality to
- his reply. "I know that You would not. You are good, and kind. I would do it anyway, Lady." The
- fractured chitin of his lowered hands presses close to the plated of his abdomen, his shoulders
- tensing as if preparing for a blow.
- "How fares My Brother in the Glomdoring?" Lantra asks softly, Her hand trailing the cope to fall
- back at Her side. "I sense He possesses the mantle once more. The Silent must be pleased."
- The last vestiges of midnight shadows flee as Mother Night hides herself from the luminous arrival
- of her shining mate as he chases her across the bowl of the sky.
- You think to yourself: At first, his mind skips over the precise wording of the question, thrown
- initially off track as it is. As he prepares to answer, however, the train of thought comes to an
- abrupt halt, slamming up against the wall of disbelief as he replays the words over in his head. "My
- Brother." Again, as if doubting his own memory, he runs through it, and when it does not somehow
- change to "My Cousin", his thoughts spiral outward as he tries to make sense of it. Was he supposed
- to have delivered it to Lord Darvellan..? Was Lord Darvellan secretly in the Glomdoring? How poorly
- had he botched this?
- Antennae writhing and flickering back and forth in confusion, Avaris hesitates
- several times before he finally speaks, voice ringing with uncertainty. "Lady? Was...Was I supposed
- to give this to Lord Darvellan? I fear I have badly misunderstood You."
- Lantra folds Her hands before Herself, awaiting your answer patiently. At the apparent confusion, a
- faint smile graces Her lips, as She says, "No. You would find that difficult, given His place in the
- Void." The veil behind Her drifts in the faded light of the Sanctuary as She sighs. "The Lord Silent
- and I shared the same creche. Siblings, perhaps, in only the most essential terms of the word. Yet
- not close enough to be considered true kin."
- Evenly, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "I know Him and His temper well. I can predict Him. And that is
- why I chose Him for your trial, My Avaris."
- With a gentle lift of Her hands, Lantra a panoramic vista of stars manifests in a blur of light,
- revealing a glimpse of a misty expanse once seen upon the mantle you bore as a burden. "Ailustris,"
- the Goddess says simply. "Where Dynara created Us. Nocht. Darvellan. And I."
- The intensity of his astonishment is so great that Avaris's hold upon many of the
- downcast eyes slips, as they flick up to goggle at Lantra, aghast. The writhing antennae freeze,
- vibrating in place for a long moment, before he processes Lantra's words fully. Immediately lowering
- his gaze once again, he nods, a touch unsteadily, only for several of the larger eyes that make up
- the constellation of lights within his plumage to lift, staring at the vista with undisguised wonder
- - And no small amount of curiosity. "I confess that I do not know how that is, Lady. I had
- thought...The Divine simply were siblings, or were not." A pause, and he ventures tenyatively, as if
- wary of stepping on a hidden trap, "I do not know that first name, Lady. I am sorry."
- With the gentle patience of a practised teacher, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Ailustris was the name
- of Our creche. As Continuum was for Xyl and Jadice, and as Iklara was for Zvoltz and Mysrai. It is
- the place of My birth."
- With a flicker of uncertainty, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "And Nocht's. Though that is all We share
- between Us, in truth."
- Avaris gives life to a soft breath of understanding, remaining otherwise silent in
- order to give Lantra room to speak.
- A strange reluctance in Her words, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "We have not spoken since the start of
- the Elder Wars, He and I. Our temperaments were too opposed. Our views too starkly different in all
- things. Even the company We chose to keep. Far better to remain apart from one another, to cease Our
- fighting. It was strange, then, that He warned Me as He did of the Lady of the Lagoons."
- You think to yourself: A keen curiosity, sharp and glinting as a blade. He had long wondered about
- Her youth - Had seen the creche in Her memories, but never had a name for it. It is carefully filed
- away as he listens to Her speak, attention acute, total.
- Turning to you once more, the cloud of contemplation lifted from Her gaze, Lantra says, "That is why
- I did not fear for you. It was a gift freely given, out of gratitude. Something precious that He had
- thought long lost."
- The sun reaches the zenith of the firmament, pausing in his quest to allow the land to bask in his
- shining golden rays.
- The angle of Avaris's jaw shifts subtly as he listens, antennae standing erect. A
- brief flicker of something very much like consternation passes across the smooth orbs of his eyes.
- "He...Was greatly angered, Lady. He did not interpret it as a gift, I feel. You do not know Him, I
- think, as You used to - The Wyrd will have twisted Him. He may even seek reprisal, misguided as it
- would be." He hestiates, then forges onward, words quiet, but firm. "Lady, I know that You do not
- tend to heed my warnings, but, please. Be wary of Him? Please?"
- "Hm." There is the barest sound of a sigh as Lantra heeds your reply, no small manner of irritation
- reflected in Her usually impassive gaze. "I had anticipated some suspicion. In some manner,
- approaching him as you did with My disfavour and My lack of patronage left you safer than
- otherwise. Still, I suppose the Silent has yet to learn how to be gracious, or how to interpret
- anything except a threat."
- The single word exuding a sense of dismissal, resignation, and the briefest flash of indignation,
- Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Disappointing."
- You think to yourself: Safer? He had not wanted to be /safe/ - What was the point, otherwise?...But
- She was who She was. He could not begrudge Her concern. It would have proven little to have the
- Silent splatter him across the wall out of hand.
- The pale lines of Avaris's antennae bend earthwards, further and further still,
- until they are near flat against his head as they point down past his eyes in a severe frown. They
- remain thus for a long moment before he shakes it off with a slight back and forth motion, clearing
- his throat in a peculiar, vibrating sound. "He focused on that fact that You had kept it hidden from
- Him, largely, Lady."
- Avaris lifting the star that rests upon his splintered palm a shade higher, he
- says, "He said that He felt no regret in hiding this from You, as a consequence. It is a once-gift
- from Your Brother, to You, or so He said."
- Registering the mist-wreathed star in your hands once more, a genuine glimmer of curiosity shines in
- the Goddess's eyes as Lantra extends a hand, waiting.
- You give a mist wreathed star to Lantra, the Empyreal.
- Avaris tips the star carefully into Lantra's awaiting hand, and withdraws his own
- to join its brethren, tucked against his waist.
- As the Goddess studies a mist wreathed star in Her hands, an immaculate white glow radiates from it,
- bathing Lantra in a breathtaking sidereal radiance. "I have not seen this since..." There is a brief
- calculation, attempted and dismissed. "I was very young," the Goddess says instead.
- Avaris's antennae flick up, shivering with curiosity. "I have...Often wondered what
- You were like, when very young, Lady," he ventures carefully.
- Gently, Lantra places a mist wreathed star beside one of the star lotuses that grace a cascading
- veil of mist and water lilies, twinkling faintly.
- Lantra slips into a mist wreathed star.
- Her slight and statuesque figure exuding a sense of restrained dignity, She is a radiant immortal
- and possessed of a quiet and unassuming stillness. The Goddess's olive-skinned complexion shines
- with the dusky radiance of youth, and yet the ancient burden of duty weighs heavily upon Her
- shoulders, carried with a silent and practised grace. Lost to contemplation, She appraises Her
- surroundings with a distant air; the grey-tinged gaze of Her celadon blue eyes remains as fathomless
- and inscrutable as the hazy mists of a waterfall. Despite the seriousness of Her first impressions,
- however, a gentle smile graces Her lips with an almost maternal tenderness. Her every movement is
- characterised of an unhurried elegance and poise, reflective of an inner peace as She emanates a
- soothing white light.
- Shimmering tresses of palest starlight spill down Her shoulders in a curtain of white to end at Her
- waist, nary a strand out of place. Motes of silver and celadon blue interweave through Her
- immaculate coif, their whispers of colour evoking a breathtaking celestial radiance.
- She is wearing:
- immaculate vestments of purest white starlight that wreathe Her in a celestial glow
- a cascading veil of mist and water lilies that trails at Her feet, shrouding Her face from view
- elevated sandals of woven willow leaves that leave lambent motes with each step
- a bracelet of woven water and starlight shimmering upon Her wrist
- a mist-wreathed star twinkling upon Her glistening veil.
- To your question, thoughtful, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "You have seen the Supernals of Celestia.
- How they possess their own personalities, strengths, and demeanors. We were all like that, once, Us
- Elders."
- Lantra, the Empyreal says, "An echo of who We were destined to become, guided by the Song of
- Creation into Our full being."
- You think to yourself: "Ah. More beautiful than ever, as always. What more fitting an ornament for
- Her than a star? And still, as nothing when set next to Her." His thoughts slow at Her words,
- turning the concept over as he strives to envision what She might have looked like, then.
- Avaris nods along thoughtfully as Lantra speaks, a hand rising unbidden to play
- thoughtfully at the stiff tufts of dull white that ring his throat. "Might I ask of the star, Lady?"
- Turning to you, the dewy light illuminating Her in its misty glow, Lantra says, "It is from when
- Darvellan first began to infuse essence within His stars, giving them purpose in His explorations.
- He gifted Me one, finding I might delight in it. It is one of His first such stars." Then She
- ponders a moment longer, lips pursed as She says, "I do not recall how it vanished, only that one
- day it did. I searched all of Ailustris but its light had gone from Me. I had not known it was in
- the Silent's possession."
- The realisation quiet, devoid of any anger or malice, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "I suppose He took
- it, then. He could be jealous in that way."
- A nearly indiscernible tinge of red brushes across Avaris's markings, so faint as
- to barely shade the dull white at all. "That does seem like Him, Lady. I am sorry that He stole it
- from You." Grasping the fluff of his mane and twisting at it, he offers, somewhat hesitantly, "I am
- pleased that You have it back, though. Does it...Are You happy to have it?"
- "Yes." Lantra is breathless in Her soft reply, nodding. "It is something I did not anticipate when
- you began this trial. And as loathe as I am to see what you have endured for it, I am glad to see
- something of a simpler time return to Me. There are precious few such reminders in the Basin of Life
- for Me."
- Avaris waves the mention of his trials aside as a matter of no consequence,
- focusing instead upon Lantra's apparent pleasure, which is echoed tentatively in his voice. "I am
- joyed that You have such a thing again, Lady. Would that I could find more for You." He lapses into
- silence for a brief span, fidgeting awkwardly with his hands, still looking at the floor. "Have
- You...Been well?"
- As if shaking Herself from a daydream, Lantra, the Empyreal says to you, "It is not My welfare that
- concerns Me at present. What of you? You spent many months in the darkness, bereft of all things
- that bring you light. You even cast out those who would have given you company, had you sought it."
- Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Cheliyi and Aeldra both feared greatly for you, even as I told them to
- trust in My Wisdom."
- Again, Avaris brushes the mention of his suffering aside with a faintly frustrated
- motion of his hand. "Lady. I am alive, and I have returned. I will not collapse before You in a
- heap." More gently, he presses, "Please, Lady. I have been very cruel to You, of late. It would
- assuage much of what ails me, if You would just tell me, and true."
- Taking in your frustration with a calm, lingering assessment, Lantra asks simply, "What do you wish
- to know?"
- Taken aback, as a man pushing against a barred door might be when it suddenly
- opens, Avaris does not respond immediately as he strives to gather his wits. "Ah," he begins, then
- pauses. His arms shift beneath the mantle that drapes about his shoulders as he fidgets with his
- hands once more, antennae bending down in a frown of thought. He nearly visibly picks through an
- array of possible questions, before finally he settles on one, almost grave in its earnest
- sincerity. "How have You been feeling?"
- There is a sense of bemusement in the Goddess's reply as Lantra says, "That is a highly variable
- answer. The past few months have been vexing, for a multitude of reasons, in truth. Many of which
- have now resolved, I hope." She pauses, as if parsing through an array of memories before deciding
- on a single one to pull forth, stating, "I held audience with the Lady Li-varili. It went as would
- be anticipated."
- You think to yourself: The memory of standing, overlooking the shadowed forest with the faeling
- nearby - Everything darker, colder with the absence of Her. The sound of Her voice, from afar, the
- gentle calm as painful as a brush against an open wound.
- Avaris dips his head in a brief nod. "Yes. I...Heard. She did not accept Your
- healing, I assume." With a slight shift in the angle of his head, he inquires, "Were You upset by
- Her choice?"
- "No." Lantra exhales, Her expression more sorrowful than angered. "It is what I expected. And
- perhaps it is a mercy, given the balance of power within the Basin of Life. Still. There are so few
- of Us left, and the wounds, such as I witnessed them, were deep and lasting in their pain. I wonder
- at who the Lady of the Lagoons might be, if such wounds were healed. If She would change, in any
- meaningful way." The words trail off, lingering in the air like a thought unfinished.
- A low, thrumming sound shivers the air about Avaris as he contemplates the trailing
- thought, frowning at the ground as he examines the concept at length. "Perhaps. I do not think that
- She would, in a way that truly mattered. Less erratic, perhaps. More consistent, but still hateful,
- still ambitious. She would be a slightly different form of villain, I feel." A rustle of fabric as
- he shrugs his immense shoulders. "But, as You have reminded me before, Lady, I am not prescient.
- Maybe She would become better for it. I do not think She will give us the chance to find out. I hope
- only that we can handle whatever it is She does, instead."
- Offering a benign shrug, Lantra states, "It matters not, in the end. How She remains now is Her
- choice. I cannot seek to change Her will, any more than Li-varili can change Mine." Then the concern
- is brushed aside as the Goddess asks, "We have not spoken of what you gained from this trial, save
- the token you returned unto Me. Was the path you chose worth its thorns and shadow?"
- Avaris cocks his head at Lantra's question, puzzled once more. "Gained? I was not
- aware I was to gain anything, Lady." Faintly nonplussed, he adds, gently, "That is not for me to
- decide. That is entirely dependent on You. You know why I asked for it."
- Now Her time to appear vexed, if only mildly so, Lantra studies you for a moment longer. "Do you
- believe yourself possessing the Fortitude for the doubts and self-hatreds that plague you?" She asks
- at last, the question gentle despite its solemnity. "Did facing them in such a manner give you
- reassurance in your own inner strength and will?"
- At something of a loss, Avaris's light-forged shift about the room as if seeking
- inspiration while he thinks, pausing for a time before he ventures, hesitantly, "I...Suppose. I did
- not do it for that, Lady. You know why I did." Glancing up at Lantra uncertainly, he is swift to
- lower his gaze once more. "Do /You/ believe I have those qualities, sufficient to remain by You, for
- You to lean on me, and trust in me as much as You are able?"
- Her hands pressed before Herself, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Avaris, I never doubted you possessed
- them in the first place. I believed your vows, when you made them unto Me. Your expression of them
- is your own, but I hold faith that you embody them. Why do you think I ask these tasks of you? That
- I might throw you off the cliffs to see how far you plummet before you catch yourself? It is to
- remind yourself of what you are capable of, as one of Mine."
- Avaris stares at the ground for a very long time indeed at this revelation. He
- continues to stare as his antennae twitch into life briefly, curling and twisting about one another,
- before growing still again. The smooth, featureless planes of his face form minute seams as he works
- his jaw, only to seal again. "Ah."
- Avaris continues, lamely, "I see."
- Slightly perplexed, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Is this not the answer you wanted? Was I to have
- less faith in you?"
- Expelling a short, forceful breath, thick with exasperation and no small amount of
- frustration, Avaris lifts one of his hands carefully free of the mantle to place it over his face,
- unwittingly smearing the off-white and tarnished gold with congealed blood. In a very deliberately
- patient tone of voice, nonetheless limned with a great deal of feeling, he says, "Lady. So that I
- understand Your meaning properly. You are telling me that You trusted enough in me to lean on me,
- share Your burdens me with, and all the rest that I have gone on and on about - Before any of these
- tasks or trials?"
- As your meaning is stated and made clear, Lantra considers it once more, reflecting on the nuance
- and subtlety of such a reply. "I see," the Goddess says at last, Her expression softening. "I
- believe I see your meaning. You are not concerned with whether or not you possess Fortitude. You are
- concerned with My ability to trust in you, to rely on you, and to place burdens upon you. There is a
- distinction."
- As if concluding a rather lengthy and elaborate puzzle, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "For you these
- trials are not about proof of what you possess, then. It is about proving your worth to Me."
- A hitching sound stutters forth from Avaris's throat, an aborted word, perhaps, as
- if lifts his hand from his face to slowly, ever so slowly, lift his gaze to stare at Lantra, utterly
- baffled. "Well...Yes, Lady." A quizzical tilt of his helm-like head as he regards Lantra like some
- ever-shifting, confounding puzzle.
- Facing you in a mutual display of mild consternation, Lantra, the Empyreal says to you, "You place
- such great burdens upon yourself for My sake. I do not ask you to answer your fifth vow yet,
- Avaris."
- Squaring his shoulders resolutely, Avaris's jaw tilts up the barest hair of a
- fraction. "I know that You do not. I am striving to be worthy of it. To make it so that You are
- comfortable enough, secure enough in the fact that I can fulfill it completely."
- A pause, a flicker of uncertainty, as Avaris says, "I am trying very hard. I am
- sorry if I stumble often on the way, and...And for hurting You. I do not intend that. Ever."
- Gently, Lantra replies, "And I can see your worth, as you push forward in these tasks. Your effort
- shines through them, and your will remains strong. Even as I do not seek to hold lofty expectations,
- you nonetheless strive for them." Another pause, this time a weighing of words before She speaks. "I
- am not blind to your efforts, Avaris, nor am I ungrateful. I merely do not wish to inflict needless
- suffering and doubt in you."
- A hand alighting on the mist-wreathed star that graces Her veil, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "I am a
- healer in more ways than one. It vexes Me to see things broken, suffering, or in pain. I strive to
- fix such when I am able."
- A faint, vibrating sound, frustration at his lack of articulation before Avaris
- says, "I do not think You ungrateful, Lady. You are ever gracious and kind. Too much so, I think,
- sometimes." Lifting a fractured, blood-smeared hand to gesture at himself, he states with utter
- sincerity, "I am not broken, Lady. You do not need to fix me. Just let me help You."
- Extending Her hand, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Then would you return to your place among Mine,
- Avaris? As one of My Enduring?"
- Avaris regards the offered hand for a long breath, a cavalcade of emotions moving
- within the depths of his inhuman eyes as his hand shifts towards Lantra's, the falters. "It is not
- about what I would have, Lady. I have been cruel to You, and abused You sorely in this. I will
- understand if You would rather keep me at arm's length."
- "That is not what I have asked you, Avaris," Lantra rebukes softly. "Would you return among Mine?"
- The rebuke elicits another frustrated hum from Avaris ,a tinge of impatience and
- exasperation in his reply, "You /know/ I would, Lady. I want nothing more than to be close to You."
- Equally stubborn, Lantra remains with Her hand outstretched, a single brow lifted as She regards you
- with a firm patience.
- Antennae drawing down in a scowl, Avaris shifts his gaze to the mess of congealed
- blood that coats his hand. "My hand is dirty. You won't let me clean it. You are going to make me
- sully Your hand, aren't You?"
- Coolly, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "We can cleanse it, if you like. Follow Me to the grotto."
- A quiet breeze sweeps through the vicinity as Lantra, the Empyreal dissolves in a luminous swirl of
- white lotus petals, leaving only twinkling motes of starlight in Her wake.
- The Grotto of the White.
- Captured rays of light reflect off the sparkling waters of the Grotto of the White, enhanced by the
- glittering limestone that surrounds the narrow, underwater cave. Reminiscent of starlight, these
- twinkling motes bob and twirl against the surface of the walls, then dance across the still pool
- that fills most of this cavern, winking in and out to allow only brief glimpses of this mystical,
- sacred place. As if seeking to further obscure the crystalline waters, a rolling blanket of mist
- shrouds much of the pool from view to linger here in a dewy, glistening mantle of white. Murmurs of
- distant feminine voices echo here, muted by the sound of trickling water; though their cadence is
- soothing, it leaves a disquieting sense of being watched and observed as if by the waters
- themselves. Boundlessly flowing with light, a luminous pool of healing waters radiates a celestial
- glow here. Lantra, the Empyreal stands here with a restrained dignity, Her aura radiating a
- celestial light.
- You see a single exit leading north.
- As if gliding over the waters, Lantra steps to the side of a luminous pool. "At your touch, these
- waters will cleanse you."
- Stepping warily behind Lantra at a respectful distance, Avaris stops dead when his
- eyes fall upon the luminous pool. He turns his head to stare at Lantra in a manner that is just a
- shade reproachful. "Lady, this is not typical water to wash oneself with. I do not wish to pollute
- the pool."
- Archly, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Do you doubt the healing powers of My realm?"
- Avaris tilts his head slightly back, gazing at the ceiling as if beseeching it for
- patience as he draws in a deep, centering breath. "No, Lady. Of course I do not. You should know
- that I do not. When have I ever doubted You?"
- Lantra stands impassively, waiting, as if She has tired of voicing Her opinion and will no longer
- waste the effort of doing so.
- Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Are you quite done with your excuses on My behalf?"
- Uttering a low, irritated sound, Avaris stalks wordlessly several paces from Lantra
- and turns his back, buzzing irritably all the while. He lowers himself to one knee as he reaches his
- hands down towards the waters, scowling.
- You hear the clicking of a wheel in the distance as you are blessed with 10% Increased influence
- damage.
- You splash your face with the healing waters of a luminous pool, exhiliration coursing through you
- as you cleanse yourself of all impurities.
- Patiently, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Was that so vexing?"
- The last vestiges of midnight shadows flee as Mother Night hides herself from the luminous arrival
- of her shining mate as he chases her across the bowl of the sky.
- Straightening, now cleansed, Avaris turns a pointed look on Lantra and replies,
- equally patiently, "/It/ was not, no. Thank You for the use of Your sacred healing waters, so that I
- might wash gunk off my hands, Lady."
- With all the grace of one who holds the higher ground, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "You are most
- welcome, Avaris."
- The tiniest, most infinitesimal mote of red flickers to life within Avaris's wings,
- before dying out immediately - Though the eyes within them thin as he looks at Lantra wordlessly.
- With a sound that is very much akin to a reverberating grunt, he nods.
- In what seems an endless repetition between you, Lantra once more extends a hand, Her unveiled gaze
- upon you as She awaits your answer. "Shall We restore things to as they were, Avaris?" the Goddess
- asks.
- The sight of Lantra's hand seems to jolt Avaris into the awareness of the fact that
- he is not, in fact, kneeling before his Goddess, but rather looming like some ill-tempered effort at
- statuary gone awry. Crossing the distance between himself and Lantra in a few long strides, he
- lowers himself to one knee before Her, settling into his customary position with only a modicum of
- feather rustling and shifting about. "If that is what You wish, Lady." he replies evenly, holding
- out his hand to Lantra. "You are certain You wish me back?"
- Her answer clear, firm and immediate, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "You never left, in a sense."
- Without further protest, Avaris brings his hand to brush against Lantra's, the
- contact of his chitinous, armoured touch as light as a feather.
- As the Goddess's hand takes your own, a brief flare of immaculate light floods the grotto, sparkling
- across the healing waters and bathing you in a misty radiance as the bond between you and the
- Empyreal is restored anew.
- As Lantra, the Empyreal baptises you in the sacred name of the Empyreal Goddess, a soothing white
- mist envelops you as you stand Before the Veil of Her Order.
- Glorious rays of morning light burst forth from Father Sun's crown as it peeks over the world's
- edge, announcing a bright and shining new dawn.
- Lantra, the Empyreal has appointed you to enduring with Fortitude in the Divine Order of Lantra, the
- Empyreal.
- Lantra, the Empyreal graciously grants you entrance into the the Divine Order of Lantra, the
- Empyreal. Congratulations, and may you serve your God well.
- In a flash of Divine power, a glass ampoule of bottled starlight appears in your hands, marking you
- a member of the Divine Order of Lantra, the Empyreal.
- (Before the Veil): Lantra says, "Well done on completing your trial of Fortitude, My Avaris. Welcome
- once more among Mine. May you never need such welcoming here again."
- (Before the Veil): Auriella (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Welcome back, Avaris! Purest
- blessings upon you!"
- Immediately, Avaris's lower left hand snaps down to the ampoule, which it clutches
- with such force that any mortal object would surely shatter. A quiet sound of relief, almost a sob,
- escapes from him before he masters himself, clearing his throat as he lowers his head before Lantra,
- solemn with the weight of his gratitude.
- (Before the Veil): You say, "Thank You, my Lady. I hope that I never need such again, either.
- Fervently."
- (Before the Veil): You say, "Thank you, Auriella. Blessings upon you, also."
- Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Shall I invite the others to witness the Sanctuary and the Grotto? Or is
- there aught else you wish to speak to Me of while We remain alone."
- Avaris gives his head a small shake. "Not unless You have anything You wish to
- speak of with me, my Lady."
- ((Snip))
- Avaris lifts the hand to gesture aside. "The others will appreciate this place
- greatly, I think, my Lady."
- There is a gentle pulse of light and power that reverberates throughout the Vanishing Isles, as the
- Fonts of the Temple flower with new memory at the revelation of the Sanctuary of Resurrection and
- the Grotto of the White.
- Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Yes. I will alert them. You may wander here, if you like, and discover
- what lurks within these waters. Now that you are of Mine again, you may enter the Sanctuary by
- bearing the light of the star lotus at the sculpture."
- Lantra cups Her hands together in offering. Motes of light unfurl to reveal a single star lotus in
- Her palm, lingering there with radiant beauty.
- Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Much of this place will make itself known to you, for you are of Mine."
- Avaris lowers his head in a nod, though he does not dip it so low that it deprives
- him of the view of the lotus within Lantra's palm. "You are ever generous with Your gifts to us.
- Thank You, from the bottom of my heart."
- ((Snip))
- A thoughtful cast to him, Avaris's chin descends in a slight acknowledgement of the
- words, visibly already turning them over in his mind. "Yes. Think upon it I shall, my Lady."
- Soft laughter as light as a gentle rain spills from Lantra's lips, the melodious sound accompanied
- by a faintly amused smile.
- Shaking Her head slightly, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "You will take anything I say in a manner that
- allows you to serve Me better."
- The sound of Lantra's laughter elicits a deluge of glittering motes of light
- within Avaris's eyes in undisguised delight. "Well...Of course, my Lady. That is how it should be."
- With a faint sense of amusement, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Very well, then. So be it. Welcome
- back, My Avaris."
- Lantra leans close to you and gently lays a kiss upon your forehead.
- A quiet breeze sweeps through the vicinity as Lantra, the Empyreal dissolves in a luminous swirl of
- white lotus petals, leaving only twinkling motes of starlight in Her wake.
- Lantra, the Empyreal has bestowed Her divine truefavour upon you. It will last for 30 months.
- A quiet breeze sweeps through the vicinity as Lantra, the Empyreal dissolves in a luminous swirl of
- white lotus petals, leaving only twinkling motes of starlight in Her wake.
- Lantra, the Empyreal has bestowed Her divine truefavour upon you. It will last for 30 months.
- Avaris's chest expands gradually as he draws in a deep breath, savouring the moment
- like the first sip of cool, clear water after days spent roaming the harshness of the desert. A
- clawed hand lifts to where Her lips touched upon his brow, though they do not make contact, simply
- hovering there for a time. Softly, he murmurs, "I am home."
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