The Festival of Greeving Part 2

Spiders' larder.
There is a very light rain shower. Ethereal strings of gossamer lichen stretch between the boughs of the trees and cover the undergrowth with a filmy mantle of green in this mysterious glade. The lichen hangs down from branches and lays a gentle hand upon everything it touches, bringing life and fertility. Animals and insects are abundant, birds sing and noble dragonflies flit about, celebrating nature in all of its forms. Light filters down from gaps in the treetops high above, making its way to the forest floor past the numerous ephemeral strands, refracting off the moisture on each one. Nothing resists the touch of the silky filaments; they adorn nearly every surface in the glen, havens for small creatures. Nearly everything has a coating of ethereal lime green. Hidden deep within the environment lies a mystic pathway. Settled within the branches of an ancient and skeletal tree roosts a murder of crows, their voices harsh and deafening as their caws peal through the air. Rising tall overhead, a totem of shadowed wood sits here, decorated with the offerings of the Glomdoring forest. A solstice stocking has been hung here. A blackthorn sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. There are 3 plain wooden kegs here. Rising from the forest floor itself, an overgrown table presents a wyrden bounty. A ghostly transparent squonkabonk stands here amidst a pool of putrid tears, rotten flesh wings protruding out from the many flesh folds along his back. Wisps of smoke rising from his smoldering hat, a monaciello fidgets excitedly about the area. Smoke curling from his nostrils, a fiery young wyvern flaps his wings here. The hulking form of Acosris, the giant scorpion is here, massive pinchers flexing open and closed. Ayaabe, the blossom stag stands here surrounded by flowers. Standing majestically, a lady-like penguin with a sparkling, opalescent scarf surveys the surroundings.
You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, and northwest.

---> lots of dancing and partying

You scent at the air, your skilled nose picking up the faint traces of others in the surrounding area.
======= Calculating Scent ========
You make out the scent of Aknarin coming from spiders' larder.
You make out the scent of Tridemon coming from spiders' larder.
You make out the scent of Sulwh coming from spiders' larder.
You make out the scent of Olyphar coming from spiders' larder.
You make out the scent of Sutekh coming from spiders' larder.
You make out the scent of Rekath coming from spiders' larder.
You make out the scent of Gabe coming from spiders' larder.
You make out the scent of Feria coming from Top of the Black Tower.
You make out the scent of Luce coming from spiders' larder.
You make out the scent of Alarin coming from before the Master Ravenwood Tree.
You make out the scent of Tikki coming from spiders' larder.
You make out the scent of Kistan coming from meshwork of plants.
You make out the scent of Lilei coming from spiders' larder.
You make out the scent of Auraelia coming from spiders' larder.
You make out the scent of Irilara coming from putrefied glen.
You make out the scent of Yinuish coming from spiders' larder.
You make out the scent of Allixea coming from spiders' larder.
You make out the scent of Afollia coming from Top of the Black Tower.
You make out the scent of Kreon coming from spiders' larder.
======= number of people 19 =====

A whirlpool of incorporeal shadows fills the area with an unnatural darkness, revealing the ghostly figure of Viravain, Lady of the Thorns at their centre as the umbral filaments dissipate.

With several beats of her wings, Allixea alights upon Freja's shoulder.

Viravain strokes a wickedly curved scythe tenderly.

Kreon humbly drops one knee to the ground before Viravain, genuflecting reverently in Her presence.

Ilistala emerges from the shadows, curiously looking around.
Sauntering in languorously, a puffball enters from the northwest, revealing itself to be a ragdoll kitten with bright cerulean eyes.
Perking her ears in interest, Yukina, the white furred kitsune stares at Xenthos as he enters the area.

You have emoted: Cheliyi returns her attention to Sutekh, only to pause and gasp in delight.

In a low, soothing voice, Shadow Regent Kreon Zayah, the Blood Rose says, "My Mistress, Welcome."

You bow respectfully to Viravain.
Alarin bows respectfully to Viravain.
Auriella curtseys gracefully before Viravain.
Thaldorn Thornfist, the White bows respectfully to Viravain.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you exclaim, "Hello Lady Viravain!"
Allixea bows respectfully to Viravain.
Freja bows respectfully to Viravain.
Allixea sniffs the air while fluttering a cute little rabbit nose.

Her voice low, Viravain, Lady of the Thorns says, "And what is this that has drawn My attention?"

Afollia enters from the south, emanating an aura of immense power.
Perking her ears in interest, Yukina, the white furred kitsune stares at Afollia as she enters the area.
Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Afollia hopefully.
Tikki bows respectfully to Viravain.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Greetings, my Lady- and everyone else, as well."

Irilara curtseys gracefully before Viravain.
Luce flails in panic, then quickly and unsubtly fumbles into a respectful bow.
Olyphar bows respectfully to Viravain.
With a flourish, Alarin slips a consecrated klangaxe of celestial gold into a heavily weathered weaponbelt.
Kistan bows respectfully to Viravain.
Afollia kneels before Viravain, swearing her allegiance to Her.
In a swift, fluid motion, Afollia springs up from her hands to land crouched on her feet.
Rekath raises his hand in greeting to Xenthos and says "Hi!"
Allixea raises her hand in greeting to Xenthos and says "Hi!"

In a low, soothing voice, Shadow Regent Kreon Zayah, the Blood Rose says to Viravain, "Our Cheliyi and her festival my Mistress, seems pretty interesting so far."

Alarin stands at attention and gives Xenthos a crisp salute with their furry right paw.
Thaldorn Thornfist, the White gives Xenthos a respectful salute.

Smiling brightly, you say to Viravain, "It is a festival, yes! To remember the Greev, and to celebrate what we have gained."

Tilting Her head, Viravain corrects, "I am the creator of the Glomdoring, and the Wyrd, and all that you can see. Welcome to My forest.
Viravain winks conspiratorially at Lilei.

(Trasto): Xenthos says, "Lesson #1: If Viravain winks at you, -RUN-."
(Trasto): Gurashi says, ":x."
(Trasto): Freja says, "Lol."

Auraelia gasps in delight at the sight of Viravain, bowing low, then smiling gently as she resumes playing her rhythm, pausing her singing for the moment in deference to the Goddess present now.

Luce reaches toward a teardrop pendulum reflexively, but stops shy of touching it.
Rekath ponders an opulent, leather-bound brown sketchpad thoughtfully, looking it up and down.
Auriella lays her head gently on Kreon's shoulder, entwining her fingers with Kreon's.

You think to yourself: **deep green and brown, you hope that you make Her proud**.

Her eyes flickering lightly with wyrden fire, Viravain says, "And still, none answer Me. What has drawn you all to My forest?"

Xenthos tells you, "What have I missed so far?"
Xenthos tells you, "Perhaps answering Her shall answer me as well!"

Luce points accusingly at you.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "Well, the forest shared a memory with us. But yes I should probably..."

You blush furiously.
Tikki nods his head emphatically.

Wyrden Idolator Kistan, of the Sanguine Refrain says, "Cheliyi is hosting a festival, Lady Viravain."

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Well, I did invite peoples to come and see Your forest's beauty."

In a light, sing-song brogue, Freja Ysav'rai, Herald of Sacrifice says, "I was told this was a festival in Celebration of the Wyrd."
Allixea sniffs the air while fluttering a cute little rabbit nose.
Sutekh quietly nods. "I was invited."
Alarin Stormcrow says, "We received an invitation from Cheliyi to attend a Festival. I have come to support her as an ally."

Viravain tilts Her head to the canopy, a smirk playing across Her features. "My children hunger ever so, with so much attention in their larder. Were they invited to the festival, as well?"

You smile gently, frills puffing with joy.
Yinuish shifts her eyes suspiciously from side to side.

The sound of a distant scream echoes between the trees, only to be suddenly cut short.

With a melodic lilt, Lil Nemach, Rekath Ryseni of the Sand-sea says, "I believe the spider that normally nests here was, how did she put it... Put into time out."

Viravain turns Her attention to Alarin and smiles a feral smile. "All of My crows are welcome here, even if they are misguided."
Alarin nods their head emphatically.
Luce stiffens and twitches his fingers.
Rekath glances askance.

Allixea sniffs the air while fluttering a cute little rabbit nose.

Alarin Stormcrow says, "Thank You, Lady of Thorns."

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Well, if they would like to! I had assumed they were invited when I said all were welcome as long as they did not harm Your forest. Although, the spider that sits hear just seems hungry for peoples, which is why they are sitting outside."

Viravain steps forward, the shadows beneath Her roiling as She moves, never allowing Her feet to touch the ground. "And so it shall be, little pebble. I will ensure they hunger no more -- until the festival ends."

Many small, glowing red eyes peer out at you from beneath the trees, only to vanish moments later.

You blink.
You smile brightly at Viravain, your frills puffing with joy.
You bow respectfully to Viravain.

With a melodic lilt, Lil Nemach, Rekath Ryseni of the Sand-sea says to you, "As an aside, thank you for hosting this. It is good to be home. At least for a little while."

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you exclaim, "Thank You thank You thank You!"
You have emoted: Cheliyi practically thrums with excitement.

You smile brightly at Rekath, your frills puffing with joy.
You nod your head at Rekath.

Lifting Her smile which does not touch Her eyes, Viravain, Lady of the Thorns says, "Tell Me about this festival, then. What do you celebrate?"

You nod your head emphatically.

Auraelia watches the spiders in the distance with a soft smile, her tail swaying as she plays a rhythm for the dancers that remain, and any to join.

With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "From my understanding, this celebration is about the Greev killing everything and making room for the new."

Aknarin slips into a watchful widow shoulder pin.
Auriella strokes an empyreal ryujin tenderly.

With a melodic lilt, Lil Nemach, Rekath Ryseni of the Sand-sea says to Sutekh, "A bit more nuanced, but yeah?"

The larder moves, as if something enormous were making its way forward. A black widow emerges, its eight legs towering above you, and it chitters softly at the Goddess before it shrinks away into the darkness once more. She smiles after it fondly.

Firmly, you say, "We celebrate the sacrifice, yes. We celebrate the loss, because of what we gained from it. We celebrate the reaping, because of the bounties we harvested, yes."

The sharp staccato sound of chitin striking chitin can be heard as Acosris snaps his claws together, one after the other.

Luce's breath catches in his throat.
Luce becomes overwhelmed by it all and faints.

You blink.
Aknarin gives Luce the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.
You frown at Luce.
Tikki pets Luce ingratiatingly.
Many small, glowing red eyes peer out at you from beneath the trees, only to vanish moments later.

Tikki says, "He'll be fine."

Auriella flashes Tikki a joyous smile.

Lifting a brow, Viravain, Lady of the Thorns says, "Shall we feed that one to the larder? Speaking of sacrifice."
Viravain strokes a wickedly curved scythe tenderly.

Kreon smiles softly.
Aknarin kneels down and poke Luce. "Clearly overwhelmed by the beauty of The Mistress and Her forest".
Rekath twitches spasmodically.
Freja hides a grin behind her hand.
Aknarin grins and nods at Viravain.
Allixea sniffs the air while fluttering a cute little rabbit nose.

Alarin seems to be considering your words.
Luce twitches spasmodically.

Tikki says, "Please no feeding my fiance to the spiders please. Thank you."

Rekath leans over to the side, then straightens up again.
Afollia six eyes focus upon Luce's form, a ravenous smile on her black lips.
Thaldorn Thornfist, the White glances askance at Luce.

In a light, sing-song brogue, Freja Ysav'rai, Herald of Sacrifice says, "He would only be a snack for them."
A calming, warm breeze swirls around Kreon as the fragrant scent of roses suffuses the area around her.

Viravain steps lightly over the prone Luce and continues, Her shadows holding Her aloft. "Tell Me of the sacrifice. What does My forest remember?"

Thaldorn Thornfist, the White says, "Throw water on him."
Alarin gives Thaldorn Thornfist, the White the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Allixea Ysav'rai says, "But it would be interesting to watch."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "My understanding - though I have not been here long - is that feeding to spiders is completely voluntary for the duration of this Festival."

Aknarin Stormcrow says to Tikki, "But his sacrifice would be greatly appreciated. Also amusing to see."

Thaldorn Thornfist, the White says, "...I would love to see that myself."
Thaldorn Thornfist, the White nods his head at Aknarin.
Alarin thrusts their palm towards their forehead and hits it with a resounding *smack*!

In a chirpy tone, Psalmist Auraelia, the Trusting sings, "Fires yet burn, for new life to grow; the harvest only comes for the planters to sow."

Tikki says to Aknarin, "Appreciated perhaps, but certainly not amusing for me. I need him later, he makes the most excellent pillow."
A platinum furred lioness with small translucent wings paws the ground and shuffles about impatiently.

The hollow voice of Sutekh reverberates in your mind, "Do you recall the time you came when I showed you the interesting bits of Magnagora? Would you mind showing me around once it is less busy?"

Aknarin ponders the situation.
Thaldorn Thornfist, the White says to Tikki, "...what if I can have someone make you another pillow?"
Aknarin's eyes sparkle with amusement at Thaldorn Thornfist, the White.
Alarin Stormcrow says, "Thaldorn..."
Thaldorn Thornfist, the White exclaims, "It's worth a try!"

You have emoted: Cheliyi's gaze follows Viravain's movements, smile fading. "Well, I was not even -alive- for the Greev. But... It sounded terrible. Many peoples lost, even the original Guilds. The forest earlier..." She trails, off, expression pensive.

Alarin rolls their eyes at Thaldorn Thornfist, the White.

Devotee of the Tah'vrai, Irilara says to Alarin, "No, no. I want to hear the answer."

Tikki says to Thaldorn Thornfist, the White, "My fiance is a feast for the eyes only, thank you."

Viravain passes Her scythe from one hand to the other, as if She were growing bored.

Thaldorn Thornfist, the White snaps his fingers.

With a melodic lilt, Lil Nemach, Rekath Ryseni of the Sand-sea says to you, "It was a bit... Dramatic."

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "It sounded like the whole forest was crying out in pain, and then relief."

With a melodic lilt, Lil Nemach, Rekath Ryseni of the Sand-sea says, "I believe the word upheaval could be used here."

Tridemon squints slightly at Luce and concentrates for a moment, manifesting a ball of icewater in his right hand. Which he abruptly dumps on Luce's face.

Luce gives a horrified gasp.

Allixea sniffs the air while fluttering a cute little rabbit nose.

Luce coughs softly.

You have emoted: Cheliyi's frown quirks into a smile as Luce awakens.
Tikki pats Luce in a friendly manner.
Aknarin gives Luce a pained sigh.
Luce pushes himself up and dusts off his suit, mumbling an apology.

Aknarin Stormcrow mutters, "C.. .. still sacrifice?"

Luce leans on Tikki seeking consolation.
You peer at Aknarin unscrupulously.
Odd sounds echo through the gloomy forest, their source undetermined.

---> new item ambient!!! god it's so cool

The ominous booming of the shadowbeat echoes faintly from a three-finger ring bearing an amethyst scythe on Gabe's hand, and her eyes flicker with wyrden flames.
The ominous booming of the shadowbeat echoes faintly from a three-finger ring bearing an amethyst scythe on Afollia's hand, and her eyes flicker with wyrden flames.

Viravain smiles thinly as She listens. "Tell Me why the outsiders should know about the Greev. Where is it kept now?"

Alarin Stormcrow says to Tridemon, "You just had to make sure it was icy, didn't you?"
Allixea hugs Freja compassionately.
Allixea touches a glowing emerald leaf, and leafy creepers push up through the ground and climb up Allixea's legs. The leaves turn brown and blow away, taking Allixea with them, leaving behind nothing but the loamy smell of the forests.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to Alarin, "It wakes people up more quickly."

Nascent Feria Ebonrose, Attendant to the Wyrd says, "May be wise to move side conversations to later for now?"

You feel inspired to point out that the Glomdoring is the only thing holding the power of the Greev at bay, for the Glomdoring's sake and for the world's.

Tikki gives a loaf of aromatic herb bread to Jade Dreamer Luce Shevat.
Thaldorn Thornfist, the White says to Alarin, "Tell him I want one?"
Alarin rolls their eyes.

You have emoted: Cheliyi glances at around the area, smile fading. "It is kept here, if I remember correctly. It is also kept alive in Thornwatch, so that we cull in its place. But it is important for people to know, I think, so that they better understand how important Glomdoring is. We keep it at bay with our change, and it is the only thing keeping it from waking and tearing apart the Basin to reap once more."

Luce conjures a soft breeze laced with a touch of heat to dry his fur and suit, trying to make himself small as possible.

Appearing from seemingly nowhere, Bizirik pads over to Alarin, a powdery donut shaped like a flower clutched in its smaller set of forelimbs. It clumsily hands a powdery donut shaped like a flower over to Alarin before quickly slinking away.

Alarin gives a powdery donut shaped like a flower to Thaldorn Thornfist, the White.

Luce tentatively sticks out his tongue and licks a loaf of aromatic herb bread.
Luce puts his nose over a loaf of aromatic herb bread and inhales.

Thaldorn Thornfist, the White thanks Alarin profusely.

Yinuish gives Kistan a friendly squeeze.

With a melodic lilt, Lil Nemach, Rekath Ryseni of the Sand-sea says to you, "To show the pride and strength of the Glomdoring to overcome and prosper even in the face of such a culling? The Wyrd will always persist, yes."

You smile gently, frills puffing with joy.
You nod your head at Rekath.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "I would go somewhat further - the greev is, of course, tied to the Glomdoring. There are some bits of its nature that are for us alone. But its purpose is that of the Glomdoring's purpose, and learning of the Greev helps us teach what the Glomdoring is, and what we can - and will - do."

Auraelia continues to play on a percussive lyre with a tunable sound cavity as she watches Luce and the others attending them. "Such a strange way to show reverence to a Goddess..." She mutters, then shakes her head as she gazes to Viravain and your conversation.

Beautiful wings of ice spring up from Xenthos's shoulder blades, expanding wider than any mortal's could, elegant yet cold. Crackling with the motion, they begin to fall apart, dissipating into the air as mist.

Pilgrim Olyphar Ryseni asks Xenthos, "What the Greev is for the Glomdoring, the Glomdoring is for the Basin? Is that what you mean?"
Rekath glances askance at Olyphar.

Viravain's lips twist into a terrible smile. She nods once, and slowly, as if She were a spider Herself, She rises into the air, the shadows unfurling around Her. "Very good, Cheliyi, Xenthos. The Wyrd is the Glomdoring. The Greev is the Wyrd. All that separates you from immediate death is the will of those who dwell within My forest." As the shadows claim Her from view, Her voice remains, "So be merry, mortals, and be thankful that My woods hold this terror at bay for you."

With a melodic lilt, Lil Nemach, Rekath Ryseni of the Sand-sea says, "Dang, I was hoping to ask Her for a sketch."

Kreon smiles softly.

You have emoted: Cheliyi chuckles softly, and nods in reverence to the spot where Viravain once stood.

Rekath pulls on one ear with a heady sigh.
Gabe's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Xenthos lifts up a wizzer image box and points it at Rekath, pulling a lever on the side of the contraption. It begins to click and whirr, and a bulb rises up from the contraption. With a bright flash, you find yourself blinded momentarily. As your vision recovers, you notice a piece of paper floating into Xenthos's hands from the machine.

Rekath gives Xenthos the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "A sketch, just for you."

You give a trillingly melodic laugh, your frills resonating with joy.

The hinged doors on a portable incineration bin bend and contort to properly accommodate the size of a sketch of Rekath, before snapping shut with a clang. A sudden WOOSH follows, with a thin wisp of smoke wafting out from a minute gap between the doors. The doors on a portable incineration bin soon reopen, revealing naught inside but spent ash.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist smiles and says, "No need to bother Her."

With a melodic lilt, Lil Nemach, Rekath Ryseni of the Sand-sea says, "In the bin where it belongs."

You roll your eyes.

Alarin Stormcrow says, "That might have gotten you fed to a spider, but eh."
Alarin Stormcrow says, "Maybe worth the risk?"

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you ask, "So! That was an unexpected visit, but nicely. What do we say to getting back to dancing?"

With a melodic lilt, Lil Nemach, Rekath Ryseni of the Sand-sea says, "You say that like I've never been fed to a spider before."
Aknarin's body and features begin to melt like wax, then solidifies into an elfen.

Alarin's eyes sparkle with amusement.
Tikki wraps a comforting arm around Luce.
Alarin nods their head emphatically.
Kreon ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."
Auraelia twirls briefly over to Lilei, stealing a kiss from her cheek, then grinning.

Kreon vanishes before your eyes, scattered by the forest breeze.

Wyrden Idolator Kistan, of the Sanguine Refrain says, "You say that like you have not been fed to a spider often enough."
Tridemon pats Luce in a friendly manner.
You give a trillingly melodic laugh, your frills resonating with joy.
Auriella ponders the situation.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you ask Auraelia, "Do you still want to play?"

With a melodic lilt, Lil Nemach, Rekath Ryseni of the Sand-sea says to Kistan, "At some point you learn how to not be eaten by spiders."

Auraelia smirks at you.

You giggle happily.

You give Sutekh a friendly squeeze.

Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex says to Rekath, "Or perhaps the spider's simply wish to let your flavor simmer a bit longer dear."

Alarin Stormcrow says, "It all comes down to four words: Don't be an idiot."

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say to Sutekh, "Uncle, uncle! Let's keep dancing, yes?"

Auraelia returns to her song on a percussive lyre with a tunable sound cavity, smiling as she hums.

Alarin Stormcrow says, "That's how best not to be fed to a spider."

Uncertainly, Contemptible Sutekh says to you, "If you're sure."

With no warning, Aknarin runs in from a direction you cannot make out.
Freja inclines her head politely to those around her.
You smile brightly at Sutekh, your frills puffing with joy.

His voice a thready squeak, Jade Dreamer Luce Shevat says, "I find lightning helps not get fed to spiders."
Luce coughs softly.
Luce shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Tikki says to Alarin, "So as a wise person once told me, 'Don't be stupid, stupid.'?"

Alarin grins and nods at Tikki.
Alarin Stormcrow says, "Precisely!"

Tikki nods his head sagely.

"My children, listen well -- keep your webs at bay while My forest celebrates," Her voice coos across the Glomdoring, as if She were talking to a newborn baby. "After, if any remain, devour them whole, for you have earned their flesh and blood."

You blink.
You chuckle softly, your frilled tail flicking idly with amusement.

Tikki stares blankly into space.

A wry smile spreads across Irilara's face.

Alarin nods their head emphatically.

Auraelia giggles happily.

You yell, "Thank You again Lady Viravain!"

Luce gibbers insanely.

Alarin Stormcrow says, "...it seems not entering the Glomdoring uninvited also gets you fed to spiders once the Festival ends."
Alarin Stormcrow says, "Not fed, rather."

In a chirpy tone, Psalmist Auraelia, the Trusting says to you, "Seems you've earned her blessing!"

Her voice drifting through the air with a watery echo, Auriella Zayah, Heart of the Sea says, "Fair is fair I suppose."

---> Dancing and partying and people hopping in an out!

You have emoted: Cheliyi clasps her hands together and announces, "Well, I will be honest, there were lots of surprises today."

Xenthos purses his lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as he carefully gathers his thoughts.

Xenthos blows lightly on the spore-like powder on the tip of the sparkler, which crawls briefly with shadows before igniting with shadowfire. For a moment, it flickers with an eerie incandescence before settling into a spirit grey shadowflame that sends ghostly sparks in every direction.

With a wistful look on her face, Gabe touches a three-finger ring bearing an amethyst scythe.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "The memory, the visit, it is all wonderful!"

With a flourish, Xenthos slips a black avian hilted katana into a Baldric of Klangratch.

Kreon beckons to Irilara.

Xenthos begins to wield a ravenwood sparkler in his left hand.
Xenthos holds his sparkler up high and waves it around from side to side, letting the spirit grey shadowflame send forth ghostly sparks overhead.

Aknarin waves her hand dismissively.
Aknarin Stormcrow says, "Oh my sparkler poofed..."

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "So, this may not be as wonderful. But! When I was first planning this, I was asked to perform an event to show of the bounties and beauties of the Wyrd."

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "I will go prepare that event now, so please feel free to stay here and enjoy the refreshments, yes."

With a flourish of your arm, you bow deeply.