Nabitalk

Princess Nabithia tells you, "Much unrest in the Star City as of late, Avaris. I hope you are
weathering it well?"

nabitell Good morning to you, my friend. It will take more than the splashing of children in a pool to disturb me, worry not. Is there aught of particular interest to you? A choice morsel of gossip you have been chewing on with especial relish, perhaps

Princess Nabithia tells you, "How rude of you to make me so transparent, Avaris, tsk. Have a
care for the unveiled of the Order. If you wish to chew on such a tasty morsel or two, however,
you know where to find me. Perhaps we can make use of my parlor. You may like to see the latest
art I have been working on, in fact."

nabitell It would be uncharacteristic of me to suddenly begin to respect the Order's shying away behind veils, would it not? I suppose I could indulge in a modest repast, if it is accompanied by the sweetness of your company - Or should I say spice, instead? I am most curious as to your artwork. I shall be there presently


Within a celadon-tiled workshop.
Simplistic yet beautiful, this sparsely-decorated workshop is outfitted with everything needed
to make tiles and pottery, as well as other handicraft designs. Graceful arches patterned with
celadon-green tiles form small alcoves from which an artisan can work, each outfitted with a
table, clay, tools, and myriad glazes. A kiln on the southern wall allows pieces to be fired,
the nearby shelving of rough wood filled with pots and tiles, with a heavy set of thongs hung
on a peg to retrieve molds. Upon the northern wall, fabrics and spools of thread lay waiting
beside a tailoring workshop perfect for cobbling, haberdashery, and sewing, with a comfortable
bench seated beside it. Beautiful, shimmering drapes of starlit silk drape across the wall in
empyreal array. Dressed in opulent finery, Princess Nabithia stands here in a fine azure gown,
a haughty look in her compound eyes. You notice a variety of WARES for sale here.
You see a single exit leading northeast.
[HINT]: Nabithia has an assortment of goods here to sell for members of the Order of the
Empyreal. If you would like to browse the workshop's wares, simply check WARES.
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Her antennae perking up at your entrance, Princess Nabithia bows at the waist, her opulent
finery twinkling with the movement. "Avaris," she buzzes pleasantly.
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(The Wolf Pack): Kiarah (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Omg Llani....you may pester me
forever over these honey cakes >.>."
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(The Wolf Pack): Llani (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Hum num?"
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(The Wolf Pack): Llani (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Also for honey, don't forget to
include honeycombs as a commodity - you can find them in faethorn!"
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You have emoted: The heavy sound of immense footfalls snapping upon the tiles precedes Avaris's
arrival, the large kephera returning Princess Nabithia's bow with a stately one of his own,
eyes aglitter with modest motes of light. The harmonic chorus of his many voices is warm as he
greets, "Nabithia. It is heartening to see you, as ever."
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You stop paying attention to the the Clan of Celestial Gathering.
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Your current clan will now be the 'The Wolf Pack' clan.
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You stop paying attention to the the Clan of The Wolf Pack.
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With a flourish of her arm, the gesture causing the bracelet on her wrist to wink with
starlight, Princess Nabithia says, "You recall how to enter the parlor, I trust?"
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Within a celadon-tiled workshop.
Dressed in opulent finery, Princess Nabithia stands here in a fine azure gown, a haughty look
in her compound eyes. You notice a variety of WARES for sale here.
You see a single exit leading northeast.
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You have emoted: Amusement threading through the pleasant music of his words, Avaris replies,
"Yes, Nabithia. My mental faculties are not so poor as to forget. By all means, proceed." So
saying, he extends a hand, gesturing gallantly for Princess Nabithia to enter before him.
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A watery spray of starlight twinkles dreamily across the alabaster pillars.
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Within a celadon-tiled workshop.
Dressed in opulent finery, Princess Nabithia stands here in a fine azure gown, a haughty look
in her compound eyes. You notice a variety of WARES for sale here.
You see a single exit leading northeast.
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Princess Nabithia pushes aside the drapes with a tiny 'hmph' before departing, her eyes
glittering nonetheless with clear amusement.
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As your fingertips brush against the shimmering, starlit drapes, you notice a hidden door
behind them, and push it open.
You step through shimmering, starlit drapes in a swish of empyreal silks, vanishing from view.
A private salon bedecked in starlit silk.
This modest chamber is elegantly adorned in a stunning array of starlit silks, which drape
across the room's columns with a sidereal radiance. A secluded place designed for intimate
conversation, fine wooden armchairs curiously cushioned with sage-green moss have been arranged
for entertaining around a pretty tea table. Here, a well-tended vase bearing a beautiful star
lotus flourishes with great care and attention, its petals a dewy white. Other finer items have
been strewn about this abode, such as bookshelves filled with foreign works, a tall vanity
mirror, and a much-abused desk covered in ink and misty stationery. Beside it stands an easel
bearing a canvas that depicts a beautiful woman in white, lost in thought, while other more
whimsical sketches of cats, mastiffs, and doves litter the floor -- the only careless aspect of
this otherwise immaculate place. Displaying a beautiful portrait of a woman in white, an
elegant easel rests against the nearby wall. Dressed in opulent finery, Princess Nabithia
stands here in a fine azure gown, a haughty look in her compound eyes.
You see a single exit leading out.
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Seating herself at one of the moss-cushioned chairs, Princess Nabithia emits a pleasant hum at
your entrance, her antennae once more settling into a regal crown upon her head. "Do you notice
anything different?" she asks, the clear resonant sound of her voice reflecting a hint of
impatient pride.
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Rhapsodic hymns emanate from within the depths of the chamber, fervent with devotion.
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You have emoted: Declining, for the moment, to take his seat, Avaris instead tilts his head
aside in a thoughtful manner, the myriad eyes adorning his wings slowly roving about the room
in an exaggerated inspection of its contents. "Hmm. One beautiful Princess, utterly lacking in
patience - Check. Comfortable seating - Check. Star lotus - Check. A vanity mirror for the
diligent upkeep of your vanity - Check. The world's most haggard writing desk - also check."
Tilting his head down, rather unnecessarily, given the complete sphere of his vision, he
studies the mess of papers upon the floor, which he nudges lightly with the tip of his foot,
sighing. "Distressing disregard for your work, check."
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You sense a quiet, unseen presence watching you here, at once both calming and disquieting.
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You have emoted: Lifting his head, he pans his featureless face about the room, eyes sparkling
with merriment, until eventually Avaris gives a great shrug, stating, "Why, all seems in order
to me, Nabithia."
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Positively squirming with irritation, the once-relaxed antennae upon the kephera's head are
utterly ceaseless in their motion as Princess Nabithia lets out a soft, "Hmph!" At last she
points to a painting of a mysterious woman dressed in white with a displeased buzz, saying,
"For all your infinite eyes, you are blind sometimes, Avaris." She then steeples her hands
beneath her chin, glaring at you with her compound eyes. "Unless you mock me. Which I cannot
say I put past you, indeed."
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(Celest): Alarin (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Hail, Resurgence of the Light!"
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(Before the Veil): Alarin (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Greetings, Devoted!"
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(Celest): Kiarah (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Hi sibling!"
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(Before the Veil): Cheliyi (from the Astral Plane) says, "Hi Mister Alarin!"
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(Celest): Poohma (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Hello, Alarin!"
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"painting430180"              a painting of a mysterious woman dressed in white
"nabithia68024"               Princess Nabithia
Number of objects: 2
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Framed in the likeness of golden lotus flowers, this exquisite oil painting depicts a slight,
dusky-skinned human woman garbed in a luminous white gown that falls about her in a shimmering
column of silk, draping over her shoulders to leave her neck and arms exposed. She kneels in
the rain within the centre of a meditative garden, staring blankly ahead through the mist with
gentle celadon blue eyes. Her silvery-white hair has been intricately braided behind her, each
plait adorned by a starry white flower that emits a soft, delicate glow amidst the raindrops.
Resting about her throat, a misty jewel resembling a twinkling star sparkles and gleams from a
thin silver chain, held in her hands like a talisman to ward her against the oncoming cloak of
nightfall. As lightning illuminates the nearby cherry trees, an approaching silhouette advances
on the mournful scene, their winged figure barely visible in the darkness.
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The chanting of feminine voices echoes throughout the Temple of Lantra, distant and beautiful.
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You have emoted: Watching Princess Nabithia's waxing impatience with an undisguised mingling of
amusement and affection, Avaris listens with an air of utmost politeness. A soft, deeply
resonant laugh reverberates about the chamber at the glare cast his way, harming him no more
than a stone flung against the burnished armour of his chitin. "Only out of love, dear friend."
Turning, at last, to the painting, he steps over to it and bestows upon it the full weight of
his attention, all of his countless eyes focused upon the artwork. The air of mirth he exudes
dims gradually as he studies the painting, standing before it at great length, as unmoving as a
statue. Eventually, in a quiet voice, brushed with the hues of many subtle emotions, he says,
"It is exquisite, Nabithia. You have outdone yourself."
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It is dusk in Lusternia.
The phase of the moon is the Waning Gibbous.

In your world, it is 2021/10/03 17:20:06 GMT and 2021/10/03 18:20:06 in your configured
timezone.
See HELP GMT for an explanation of GMT.
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(Before the Veil): You say, "Good evening, Enduring Alarin."
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You sense a quiet, unseen presence watching you here, at once both calming and disquieting.
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(Market): Lysandus says, "4100 aethergoop for sale!"
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The rosy colour of the kephera's chitin appears to deepen in hue as Princess Nabithia receives
the praise, her own reply uncharacteristically muted as she answers, "I spent a great deal of
time upon it. I do not know if the Lady would be glad to witness it, but..." She pauses,
clicking her tongue. "It felt worthy of Her, and in truth may have been more for myself than
for Her. I hope that doesn't displease Her." She looks to you with a curious gleam in her
compound eyes, her antennae attuned to something unseen, before she says gently, "How are you,
friend? So much time has passed since we have spoken, it seems a small eternity."
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A watery spray of starlight twinkles dreamily across the alabaster pillars.
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You think to yourself: The painting resonates with a number of the carefully partitioned
portions of himself, emotions and thought shivering like struck panes of stained glass, the
precious memories stored deep in the fortress vaults of his mind.
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You have emoted: Stirring from a quiet reverie, Avaris turns away from the painting to regard
Princess Nabithia directly - Though many of the effulgent eyes of his his wings linger upon the
artwork even so. Making an obvious effort to infuse cheer into his words, he replies, "I am
hale, thank you. I have been cloistered in meditation often, of late. I apologise for not
speaking with you more regularly. Have you been lonely? Tell me of you, my friend."
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You sense a quiet, unseen presence watching you here, at once both calming and disquieting.
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As if sensing the need for levity to lessen the somber tension that has settled between you
both, Princess Nabithia begins to prattle in earnest, her voice rising and falling with a buzz
of emotionally charged inflections. "How can one be lonely with the well of gossip the Star
City and the Order have both afforded me?" she says with a chittering laugh. "An election! The
loss of an Anointed. The capture of Lady Li-varili. There are endless morsels, as you say, to
sink my teeth upon."
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(Market): Lysandus says, "Goop already sold!"
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You have emoted: Seeming to realise, abruptly, that he is looming over his seated companion,
Avaris inhales a slow, centering breath, and sits himself opposite Princess Nabithia, clasping
his hands atop the table in a gleaming bulwark of polished, bladed chitin. "Gossip is not the
same as true companionship, my friend, as well you know." The statement is delivered gently,
but the paladin does not dwell upon the notion, instead, canting his great, wedge-shaped head
aside in evident curiosity. "Indeed, it is a time of great change, potentially. I have been
curious as to the shift in Order politics - The Lady does not seem given to demoting at all."
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It is now the 2nd of Roarkian, 600 years after the Coming of Estarra.
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(Celest): Poohma (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Farewell for now."
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"I think She abhors having to step in at all," Princess Nabithia says with a snort. "It is Her
way to let mortals deal among themselves, and to insert Herself only when necessary. Yet She is
a bit maternal in some ways, no? Perhaps some of Her children were misbehaving while She was
away." A glimpse of a wry smile betrays her displeasure before she continues, looking to you
curiously. "What do you know of the recent change in the Order's structure?"
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(Celest): Kennian (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Hello everyone!"
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(Celest): Gurashi (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Good evening."
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You sense a quiet, unseen presence watching you here, at once both calming and disquieting.
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You have emoted: A low, vibrating sound of sober agreement thrums in Avaris's chest as the
pointed tip of his chin descends in a slow, slight nod. "She should not have to lower Herself
to deal with such matters, in truth. It is a mark of the Order's failings that She has been
forced to do so." His upper right hand extricates itself from its brethren, to sweep aside in a
gentle arc, fingers splayed as he admits, "Little, save that Aeldra, Faragan and Alarin have
had their positions removed from them, to some extent." A faint, mirthless laugh precedes, "I
am a pariah within the Order, my friend. Were it not for you, I would know nothing at all of
the goings on."
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Her compound eyes glittering with amusement and confusion alike, Princess Nabithia says, "I
wonder what you have done to earn their ire. I confess that is a mystery I do not know the
answer to, for all my gossip and intel."
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To your question, however, Princess Nabithia leans back in her seat, her words thoughtful and
meticulous as she weighs he reply. "The two matters are both similar and different in nature."
To the first, she raises a hand and says, "The matter of the Immaculate is a matter of speaking
on behalf of the Lady, while the matter of formerly Anointed Alarin is one of speaking publicly
while one of the Lady's chosen. Both involved failings in how they represented Her."
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(Celest): Faragan (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Greetings people of the light."
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(Celest): Kiarah (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Hullo!"
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(Celest): Gurashi (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Good morning, Mister Faragan."
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(Celest): Gyorn (from the Astral Plane) says, "Hi Faragan."
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A watery spray of starlight twinkles dreamily across the alabaster pillars.
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(Celest): Kennian (from the Astral Plane) says, "Hello! Happy waking!"
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Rhapsodic hymns emanate from within the depths of the chamber, fervent with devotion.
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You have emoted: Returning the errant hand to the fortress of its ilk, Avaris lifts his right
shoulder in a small shrug, spears of gilded chitin gleaming. "I do not relent before their
saccharine ways, nor do I allow them to somehow solve all of my woes with their baseless
emotional drivel, or bend to their tears." Though there is amusement in his layered tones, it
is a cold, grim one. "I am not soft or gentle, and that, it seems, is a crime. I am too harsh
and combative for their delicate sensibilities." Lapsing into silence, he listens to Princess
Nabithia's explanation attentively, unmoving until she is finished, whereupon he gives a curt
nod. "Ah. Not entirely surprising, in their case - How can they represent what they do not
understand? Present company excluded, of course."
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Princess Nabithia peers up at the visor of your helmet-like face, letting out a soft "hmm" of
consideration. "Are you so sharp and pointy as all that?" she comments lightly, teasing. "I
would think they were describing Atonement, and not my dear friend, the dastardly fiend of the
ballroom. Surely they are confusing you with some other droll fellow." Waving the matter away,
she says, "There are many layers to the Empyreal Goddess, yes, and it is tempting for many I
think to focus on what is simplest to comprehend and let one's comprehension linger there. The
part of Her that is kind, that is caring, that seeks to heal the world. The Lady of Everlasting
Remedy." Her compound eyes flicker towards yours. "But we know this is only one facet of who
She is. There is a hardness to Her, too, and a reason Atonement exists."
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A final few flashes light up the Astral Plane before relative peace descends again, leaving the
Grand Province of Hallifax victorious in the Wild Nodes event.
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You sense a quiet, unseen presence watching you here, at once both calming and disquieting.
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You have emoted: By way of answer, Avaris lifts a clawed fingertip to tap lightly against one
of the spikes that thrusts up from his shoulder, the aureate protrusion glinting with deadly
promise. "The Lady is not the only One that they focus only upon one facet of, I suppose."
Inclining his head in agreement of Princess Nabithia's words, he says, "Indeed so. It speaks of
their weakness that they shy away from those aspects of Her, when they should be exulting in
the stark clarity of Her light."
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"In the case of the Immaculate, they wished to protect the Lady, and thus dismissed Her wishes
regarding the ritual of the healing mound." Princess Nabithia Her antennae flick as if
dismissing an errant fly as she glowers. "To protect an Elder Goddess with mortal conniving is
the height of arrogance, as well-intentioned as it was. When the Lady asked why they had
disobeyed Her, this was their answer. And She asked if She seemed so weak as to need such
protecting."
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Shrugging lightly, the action causing her starlit silks to shimmer with movement, Princess
Nabithia says, "Anointed Aeldra has written to me since, asking that I understand her feelings,
for she does not believe the Lady does, in truth. But it is less a matter of understanding, and
one of consequence."
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You have emoted: Avaris is silent for a long moment following this, his antennae still as broad
strokes of crimson paint boldly arcing up from behind the layered blades of his crest. "I see.
While I can understand the urge to protect Her, it seems I differ from them in that I know it
is a futile desire, in most cases. Perhaps they shall learn such, but I am dubious of their
ability or desire to do so." At the mention of Aeldra and her feelings, the kephera utters a
short laugh, which would be harsh, were it not for the inherent melody of his voice. "Ah, yes.
She is very emotionally driven, and focused upon her feelings. There is much selfishness in the
Order, I believe." The heavy, shining feathers of his immense wings rustle quietly as he
readjusts them upon his back, asking, "Have they bothered to do anything concrete to rectify
their failings?"
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You sense a quiet, unseen presence watching you here, at once both calming and disquieting.
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At the question, Princess Nabithia hums softly, considering as she cups a cheek in her hand.
There is a distant, dreamy look in her eyes as she contemplates the matter, before saying, "Yes
and no. In some ways, I can see change. The newsposts written to the city as of late speak well
of their understanding of the Lady, and Her view of the Light. To be bold and speak when it is
perhaps more popular to remain silent." She lets out a chittering laugh herself, admitting,
"Though I do not know if they would do either without the Lady's prompting."
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You sense a quiet, unseen presence watching you here, at once both calming and disquieting.
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Sighing with another benign shrug, Princess Nabithia says, "But I believe they are unsure how
they have mistepped, and are unsure where to begin to step anew. They have prayed to Her, I
think, and hope She will lead them. Meanwhile, She watches, waiting to see what they will do."
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You have emoted: A sharp chord of displeasure buzzes forth from Avaris's chest, the bass
portion of the sound so deep as to rattle the implements that sit upon the nearby writing
table. A single pulse of sullen red light courses through the markings of his wings, before
fading to cold, stark white once more. "When will they understand that She is not their mother?
We serve ~Her~, not the opposite. The onus is on us all, and if they lack the initiative and
will to do so, they are unworthy of Her."
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(Market): Kiarah says, "Buying that sweet sweet sugar!"
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(Celest): Aeldra (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Tidings, City of Light."
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The laughter that falls from the kephera's lips is pleasant as Princess Nabithia shakes her
head, smiling. "Some do view Her in that way," she concedes with an upturned hand. "There are
many mortals who seek such relationships with their Divine. And while I believe the Lady has,
in many ways, the parts of Her that were the Blessed Mother to the Supernals, it is a part of
Her that She struggles to manifest in this day and age as the Empyreal." She drums her fingers
against the table, considering the matter.
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(Celest): Kennian (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Hello! Happy waking!"
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(Celest): Gurashi (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Good afternoon, Aeldra."
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You sense a quiet, unseen presence watching you here, at once both calming and disquieting.
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The shadows have lengthened. It is late afternoon in Lusternia.
The phase of the moon is the Waning Gibbous.

In your world, it is 2021/10/03 18:17:05 GMT and 2021/10/03 19:17:05 in your configured
timezone.
See HELP GMT for an explanation of GMT.
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(Celest): You say, "A good afternoon to you, Anointed Aeldra."
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As an aside, Princess Nabithia says, "Many of the Order are awake at present, hm? An unusual
occurrence."
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A watery spray of starlight twinkles dreamily across the alabaster pillars.
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You have emoted: The cold edge of judgement that has slipped into Avaris's demeanour fades
before the warmth of Princess Nabithia's laughter, the titanic kephera's stiff posture
loosening, if only a fraction. Breathing a melodic sigh, he nods, lifting a hand to toy with a
twist of the fluff that rings his throat. "They do not make it easy for Her, I suspect. Perhaps
if She were allowed to feel that She had mortals to rely on, to keep the Order in check, She
could be more free to ease back into such a role. It may be that She needs to spend more time
with the Supernals, to recapture the feeling." A slight nod meets the observation, the
paladin's left hand lifting to gesture towards the drapes. "And yet so silent. The Order
aethers are far from what they should be. Will you be luring them in for potential gossip?"
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A watery spray of starlight twinkles dreamily across the alabaster pillars.
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Her antennae quirking into a question mark, Princess Nabithia remarks simply, "Given our topics
of conversation, do you think such would be welcome?" She shrugs and shakes her head. "No. The
Lady has already spoken to them most recently on Her desires. I do not see a reason to
underscore Her demands more than She already has, only to see the result of them."
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Conversationally, Princess Nabithia says, "Do you have tea? It occurs to me I do not have any,
and it might be welcome for a conversation such as this one."
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Glancing into your liquid rift, you see:
+-------------------------------------------------------- Curative Potions +
|  lucidityslush*:  1432                                                   |
+--------------------------------------------------------- Healing Potions +
|  bromides*:        634   healing*:        1938   mana*:           1385   |
+---------------------------------------------------------- Applied Fluids +
|  restorativeice*  1102                                                   |
+--------------------------------------------------------------------- Tea +
|  blacktea:        2000                                                   |
+----------------------------------------------------------------- Alcohol +
|  melonliqueur:     250                                                   |
+----------------------------------------------------------- Misc. Liquids +
|  magicink*:       1705                                                   |
+--------------------------------------------------------------------------+
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You sense a quiet, unseen presence watching you here, at once both calming and disquieting.
12300h, 6300m, 6800e, 10p Bex-
Princess Nabithia glances at the chaotic items behind her and admits, "Or, at least I think I
do not?"
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You have emoted: In a tone suffused with humour as dry as a desert wind, Avaris remarks, "Then
you shall be waiting quite a while, I believe." Tilting his head at the question, he ponders
for a moment, glancing over to the same haphazard pile with a thrum of amusement. "Forgive me
if I am not overly eager to sample the mysteries that dwell within that collections, Nabithia."
Shifting in his seat, he reaches behind him, hand disappearing beneath his wings for a moment,
before withdrawing a flask of polished steel, which he sets upon the table before them. "Only
plain black tea, I am afraid. Is it overly optimistic to ask if you have two clean, functional
cups for us to use?"
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You aren't wielding anything in either hand.
You are holding:
You are wearing:
Number of matching objects: 0 (out of 99 total)
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You open a sensible leather valise.
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Compact and light, this valise is made for the person on the go. Crisp green leather covers the
outside, and small steel rivets on the bottom corners keep the material from touching the
ground even if the valise is set down. The compartment within is lined with exquisite silk, and
a gleam of gold shows along the seam that marks the opening. A steel lock in the shape of a
serpent is coiled across the top of the valise, its arching body providing a handle by which it
can be carried.
It weighs about 10 pounds.
It bears the distinctive mark of Lord Avaris, Enduring with Fortitude.
A sensible leather valise is holding:
"set201936"                   a beastmaster chemistry set
"ember196617"                 an everlasting ember
"squid385912"                 a golden firefly squid
"bromokoko225181"             a dose of bromokoko reagent
"manokoko336763"              a dose of manokoko reagent
"manokoko307858"              a dose of manokoko reagent
"miniature357694"             a miniature of billowing winds
"rune360700"                  a Great Rune of Razing
"rune378526"                  a Great Rune of Razing
"hat377612"                   a dapper, fawn-banded black felt hat
Type MORE to continue reading. (31% shown)
It has the following aliases: valise, leather.
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You continue reading:
"miniature380807"             a miniature of a marble archway
"catalogue19854"              a starry design catalogue embroidered with coral and pearl
"journal324377"               a personal journal
"book242953"                  a leather bound book of pressed blossoms
"book359829"                  a fanciful book of flowery pastels
"hemikoko439281"              a dose of hemikoko reagent
"hemikoko439282"              a dose of hemikoko reagent
"hemikoko439283"              a dose of hemikoko reagent
"hemikoko439285"              a dose of hemikoko reagent
"hemikoko439286"              a dose of hemikoko reagent
"hemikoko439287"              a dose of hemikoko reagent
"hemikoko439288"              a dose of hemikoko reagent
"hemikoko439298"              a dose of hemikoko reagent
"hemikoko439299"              a dose of hemikoko reagent
"hemikoko439300"              a dose of hemikoko reagent
"manokoko439464"              a dose of manokoko reagent
"manokoko439474"              a dose of manokoko reagent
"manokoko439476"              a dose of manokoko reagent
"manokoko439477"              a dose of manokoko reagent
Type MORE to continue reading. (71% shown)
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You continue reading:
"manokoko439478"              a dose of manokoko reagent
"manokoko439479"              a dose of manokoko reagent
"manokoko439481"              a dose of manokoko reagent
"manokoko439482"              a dose of manokoko reagent
"kikikoru295599"              a dose of kikikoru reagent
"kikikoru439361"              a dose of kikikoru reagent
"kikikoru439362"              a dose of kikikoru reagent
"kikikoru439363"              a dose of kikikoru reagent
"kikikoru439373"              a dose of kikikoru reagent
"kikikoru439374"              a dose of kikikoru reagent
"kikikoru439375"              a dose of kikikoru reagent
"kikikoru439384"              a dose of kikikoru reagent
"kikikoru439385"              a dose of kikikoru reagent
"kikikoru439387"              a dose of kikikoru reagent
43 items found.
12300h, 6300m, 6800e, 10p Bex-
You sense a quiet, unseen presence watching you here, at once both calming and disquieting.
12300h, 6300m, 6800e, 10p Bex-
Princess Nabithia says, "Ah, I have white tea and cups alike."
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You have emoted: Avaris inclines his head in an amiable fashion, quietly amused.
12300h, 6300m, 6800e, 10p Bex-
Princess Nabithia stands up and walks to her cluttered desk, tsking softly as she procures two
cups nestled upon a shelf. She pours a teapot of white tea into each immaculate porcelain tea
cup and returns cheerily, kicking away one of her sketches as she seats herself before the
table once more.
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An immaculate porcelain tea cup descends, resting on a golden disc of pure light.
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Princess Nabithia looks up in confusion.
12300h, 6300m, 6800e, 10p Bex-
Drily, Princess Nabithia says, "No matter."
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It is now the 3rd of Roarkian, 600 years after the Coming of Estarra.
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Princess Nabithia gestures for you to take the cup.
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You have emoted: Wincing at the brutal treatment of the neglected artwork, Avaris chides
Princess Nabithia with, "You should not treat your efforts so, Nabithia. You would have made a
terrible Queen, kicking everything around you so belligerently."
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Cheerily, Princess Nabithia says, "Depends on the Queen, I imagine."
12300h, 6300m, 6800e, 10p Bex-
Princess Nabithia gestures to an immaculate porcelain tea cup, suggesting you take it.
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"painting430180"              a painting of a mysterious woman dressed in white
"nabithia68024"               Princess Nabithia
"cup237535"                   an immaculate porcelain tea cup (filled with white orange-blossom
and pomegranate tea)
Number of objects: 3
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You pick up an immaculate porcelain tea cup.
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Formed from a perfect half-sphere of pristine white porcelain, this
sturdy tea cup bears a boldly minimalist profile, with no hint of
embellishment marring its exterior. Lacking a handle, the cup is clearly
meant to be held gently in open palms, its sides thick enough to
insulate the drink within and prevent scalding of the hands. A subtly
flattened base lends stability to the vessel, which rests on a small
square mat of tightly woven straw fibres.
It has 9 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 6 ounce(s).
It has been stamped with the seal of Beryl Aerial Papercrafts.
White orange-blossom and pomegranate tea sloshes about in it.
It has the following aliases: cup, glass.
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A watery spray of starlight twinkles dreamily across the alabaster pillars.
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Princess Nabithia beams broadly.
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Taking a cup in her own hands and drinking it pleasantly, Princess Nabithia says, "Where were
we? The topic of Alarin, and the Order, I think?"
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You have emoted: Giving voice to a thrumming approximation of an amused snort, Avaris's tone is
clearly amused as he says, "Ah, yes. Nabithia, Queen of Celest. I can imagine it now." Picking
the cup up carefully in one gigantic hand, the kephera cradles it as if it were made of
eggshells, inclining his head in gratitude. "Thank you, and yes, indeed so."
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Teasing with a low buzz, Princess Nabithia says, "Would you elect me over the candidates
available?"
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You sense a quiet, unseen presence watching you here, at once both calming and disquieting.
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You have emoted: Without so much as a moment's hesitation, Avaris states, "Yes. With the caveat
that you would require someone more familiar with the city's sociopolitical landscape to get up
to speed."
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Erupting in chittering laughter, Princess Nabithia says, "That is either steep praise you are
giving me or heavy disdain you are weighing upon Celest's politicians!"
12300h, 6300m, 6800e, 10p Bex-
You sense a quiet, unseen presence watching you here, at once both calming and disquieting.
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(Celest): Faragan (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Turtle birth."
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(Celest): Gurashi (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Many thank yous!"
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A watery spray of starlight twinkles dreamily across the alabaster pillars.
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You have emoted: Unclasping his lower pair of hands, Avaris spreads them wide, tipping them
back and forth like a set of scales. "Both, dear friend. I have voted for Kennian, this time,
admittedly solely to see what change a fresh monarch might enact. The city is rather stagnant,
and it is very difficult to get Azula to do anything, from my experience."
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Nonchalantly sipping at her tea, Princess Nabithia says, "Mm, but Alarin was not worthy of
defeating such stagnancy?"
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(Celest): Faragan (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "One more. The population seems low so
any help is appreciated."
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You have emoted: Avaris makes no effort to veil the withering contempt that laces his words as
he replies, disdain and disapproval both sharpening his tone, "No. Alarin is not worthy of
anything, in my eyes. He is a pathetic excuse for a Celestian, never mind a member of Her
Order, and so highly placed, at that."
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(Celest): Aeldra (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Be well, City of Light."
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(Celest): Gurashi (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Stay goodly and kind!"
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(Celest): Gyorn (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Bye Aeldra!"
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(Celest): Faragan (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Rest well niece."
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Watching you with a keen interest, Princess Nabithia sips her tea and says nothing for a time,
the steam wafting from the liquid in the silence. "Why do you think he was stripped of his
title of Anointed?" she asks at last.
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The Domotheos of Justice emerges from its dormant phase.
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The chanting of feminine voices echoes throughout the Temple of Lantra, distant and beautiful.
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You have emoted: Rubbing the edge of his thumb across the minute cup that rests securely within
the golden walls of his hand, Avaris is silent for a moment, before a slow breath hisses out
from between the invisible seams of his visored face. "I do not know what would have pushed the
Lady's patience to such a degree, but given what you have hinted at, and the timing, I would
imagine Alarin's stance on the illithoid."
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You think to yourself: "That, and we would be here all month long, were I to list the reasons
he is unworthy of Anointed."
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Her shoulders shaking with quiet laughter, Princess Nabithia shakes her head, bright amusement
glittering in her compound eyes. "You are ever frank, my dear friend," she says affectionately.
"Your guess is quite right, however. The Lady took him aside to ask why he spoke so of beings
that embody impurity itself. He apologized, but it was too little too late. She asked him to
learn Wisdom anew."
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You have emoted: Looking upon Princess Nabithia fondly, Avaris breathes a soft sigh, wryly
replying, "I am, and more so of late. Subtlety does not suit me, it seems." At the imparted
gossip, he utters a pensive hum, lifting the cup to take a careful sip, pausing to murmur a
pleased sound at the contents, before lowering it once more. "There are many that cling blindly
to love and compassion, and claim that all are deserving of it, no matter how foul or beyond
redemption they may be. I suspect that a large portion of the Order believes such, and simply
are quieter in where and how they express it." A moment in which he tips his head aside, and
then amends, "Or at least, some were, previously, until they were personally affronted. That is
not the same as Wisdom, I think. Do you believe Alarin will learn Wisdom? I would not have
thought they possessed any to begin with, in truth."
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"No, I find mastiffs are not a subtle breed," Princess Nabithia quips. "Far more prone to
bumbling into things, large creatures that they are." She grins, setting her porcelain cup down
on the table. "Yes, the word love is curiously used often, is it not? Something so rare and
precious as that is being given freely, like gold handed to dogs to see what they will do with
it." She studies the change in your expression for a moment, then asks, "What do you think of
love and compassion, then? For I suspect you do not scorn it." At your question, however, she
takes a moment to answer. "What I think is of no consequence, I suspect. We mortals all will do
as we like, and the Lady will respond as She sees fit. Wisdom is the hardest of the tenets for
many, for a reason." At that, she says no more on the subject.
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A watery spray of starlight twinkles dreamily across the alabaster pillars.
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You sense a quiet, unseen presence watching you here, at once both calming and disquieting.
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You have emoted: "Yet honest creatures, nonetheless, unlike the sly, slinking things that are
cats, so smug and prone to trickery." Avaris responds placidly, the glittering motes of light
within his azure eyes betraying his amusement. He grows solemn at the question, the immobile,
inexpressive plates of his visored face turning down to study the cup he holds within his
massive hand, and is silent for a time. In a quiet voice, that is at once wistful and tinged
with shadows of sorrow, he answers, "I think that love is the very greatest gift one can
receive in life. It is precious beyond compare, and should be treated as such - Yet most seem
to bandy it about like it is cheap, rendering it nigh meaningless." His great chest expands
gradually as he inhales, holding the breath for a moment before he sighs, lifting his face to
Princess Nabithia once more. "As for compassion, it is similarly handed out to the undeserving.
Many should be offered nothing but the sword, yet too often are they given open arms and a
sympathetic heart."
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"And yet the love of a cat is a precious and rare thing in and of itself. Be grateful for the
love one gives you," Princess Nabithia replies with a playful jab at your arm. She watches you
with a patient stillness as you speak, listening with rapt attention as curiosity shines
earnestly in her compound eyes. "Do you think the Lady loves freely, or gives compassion
freely?" she asks, with the consciousness of one who already suspects an answer to their
question.
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(Market): Llani says, "Seeking a good home for 118 powerstones."
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(Market): Xiran says, "Wegh?!"
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(Celest): Kennian (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Rest well, fellow servants of the
Light!"
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(Celest): Talkan says, "Be well, Kennian!"
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The chanting of feminine voices echoes throughout the Temple of Lantra, distant and beautiful.
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You have emoted: Entirely unbothered by the prodding at his armoured arm, the resonating chorus
of his words warmed with sincerity and affection, Avaris replies gently, "I am grateful beyond
words, Nabithia." The subsequent question causes him to grow pensive, the quartet of crimson
lines that form his antennae curving down slightly in a faint frown. "I think the Lady is
surpassingly careful in who She chooses to bestow Her true love upon." Though he continues
without pause, his voice grows a shade strained, as he says, "Lady Rhapsody was the sole
recipient of Her heart, and I do not believe it is a gift that will be given ever again." With
a small shrug, he remarks, "She loves the Supernals as a mother does her children, and I think
She is fond of Her Order, and those of the Light, to varying degrees. I do not think that She
is anywhere near as free with Her compassion, as the Order believes She is." Gesturing towards
Princess Nabithia, he asks, "The matter of Li-Varili, and Her healing. Do you believe that was
compassion?"
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"No." The answer is swift and immediate, and bereft of the usual lilting tone that Princess
Nabithia usually imbues in her speech. Instead, it is with a somber tone that she continues,
"The Elder Gods are Their own entities, held by laws different than that of the surface-
dwellers or the Hives alike. Their bonds run deep, as do Their hatreds and Their loves. Li-
varili was a matter of obligation to that society, and to the ancient duty of the Hamadhi." The
kephera studies the white tea in her hands as if seeing something within the porcelain cup's
contents, before declaring, "She would not have offered the same to any of the Twelve Traitors,
of that I am certain."
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The chanting of feminine voices echoes throughout the Temple of Lantra, distant and beautiful.
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You have emoted: The nod that Avaris gives upon hearing Princess Nabithia's response is that of
a man who has received an answer that is very much expected. "Yet I believe we two are perhaps
the only members of the Order who see that, clear and true. They think She did it out of
compassion, or the gentleness of Her heart, or some other drivel." Lifting his lower right
hand, he flicks it aside in a sharp, dismissive gesture. "No, She would not - Though I wish She
had listened to me when I insisted that the Lady of the Lagoons was One in all but name. Still,
a pointless notion, now."
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It is now the 4th of Roarkian, 600 years after the Coming of Estarra.
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"She listened. She merely did not do what you wished Her to do." Princess Nabithia lets out
another pensive hum, considering. "I wonder. The Lady has outright stated many times Her
actions were not borne out of compassion, and that She expected Li-varili to emerge just as She
was. And yet the belief that She intended otherwise persists." Her antennae turn towards you,
curious. "Do you think it is a willful ignorance? Or that the Lady is too soft-spoken and
distant, and thus disinterested in correcting false notions?"
12300h, 6300m, 6800e, 10p Bex-
You sense a quiet, unseen presence watching you here, at once both calming and disquieting.
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You have emoted: "Do not be pedantic, Nabithia - You know what I meant." Avaris The response is
mild, his inflection even. One of the golden fingers that wrap protectively around the cup
lifts from its flawless surface, tapping against it in slow, measured rhythm as he considers
the matter. "Likely a combination of the two. They view Her as they want Her to be, not as She
is. She is too remote and disinclined towards directly correcting them to disabuse them of this
habit, and so they get away with it."
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The chanting of feminine voices echoes throughout the Temple of Lantra, distant and beautiful.
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Offering a benign shrug, Princess Nabithia says nothing to the first comment, letting the tea
cup lazily rest in her hands. To the second, she comments, "Such a matter, indeed, ought to be
left to the Immaculate or the Anointed to oversee, but it seems neither is capable of doing
such, or aware they ought to." She lifts a single antennae. "It makes one wonder what it would
take to change this, no?"
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You sense a quiet, unseen presence watching you here, at once both calming and disquieting.
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You sense a quiet, unseen presence watching you here, at once both calming and disquieting.
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You have emoted: A sour note of agreement to Princess Nabithia's observation is Avaris's
initial response as he swirls the contents of his cup about in loose revolutions, frowning down
at it distractedly. "Hammers." A brief exhalation of bitter amusement, and he looks up,
elaborating, "She summoned us for a discussion on the matters that have been plaguing the city
lately. They are all so averse to the direct, forceful approach, even when it is what is
needed. I think it would take repeated, insistent displays that leave no room for
interpretation, for one."
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Playfully tapping you on the shoulder, Princess Nabithia teases, "If you have your way, the
hammers would be unmaking the entire foundation of the city, no? And rebuilding it brick by
brick to extol the Light as it ought." Her chittering laugh is pleasant and kind, rich with
fondness. "It is good She has at least one hammer in Her arsenal, when so many others would
prefer to be softer tools."
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You have emoted: Without so much as a flicker of play in his own voice, Avaris states, somewhat
flatly, "Yes." His grim manner cracks as Princess Nabithia laughs, waving the notion away with
a vague motion of his cup. "Mm. Perhaps. And what would you classify yourself as, my friend?"
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Rhapsodic hymns emanate from within the depths of the chamber, fervent with devotion.
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"Something more nimble," Princess Nabithia answers breezily, considering. "Perhaps a knife, hm?
Can be used for benign matters and malevolent alike." She brandishes her tea cup as if
mimicking the way metal would arc through the air, then laughs once more before placing it on
the table. Her body relaxes somewhat, her expression softening before she asks, "I meant to ask
you, dear friend, if the matter is one you do not mind discussing. How long has it been since
you have spoken with the Lady?"
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You have emoted: A fond cast to his voice, if not his immobile features as he watches Princess
Nabithia's display of deadly cupwomanship, Avaris suggests, "A scalpel, perhaps, to fit the
benign matter more accurately." The latest questions causes him to grow gradually still, until
he is as unmoving as stone, and as expressive. In a very deliberately neutral manner, he
answers, "It has been two years. Why do you ask?"
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With some amusement, Princess Nabithia comments, "I wonder if the Lady would find me a worthy
scalpel, or an untrustworthy one." As you gradually become more solemn, the kephera's own
posture subtly shifts to mimic yours, an austerity overtaking her as she says with a mild
gesture, "I can sense it, when you feel distant from Her. There is a difference in how you
speak, how you hold yourself." A faint rosy colour flushes her carapace as she continues, "You
feel Her absence more than the others do, it seems to me, at least."
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You sense a quiet, unseen presence watching you here, at once both calming and disquieting.
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You have emoted: "I believe She already finds you to be a worthy one, my friend, Avaris replies
without a trace of levity, his manner clear in its sincerity. The careful composure with which
he holds himself begins to visibly strain under the pressure of Princess Nabithia's continued
probing, the brilliant azure of his seven natural eyes dimming to a darker, bleaker shade of
blue. The cup that he cradles within his upper right hand begins to creak audibly beneath the
slight tightening of his fingers, before he carefully, slowly sets it upon the table, and
clasps his hands together upon his lap. Every inch of him screams that he is holding himself
with a deliberate calm, the even cadence and intonation of his speech as much a barrier as the
walls of a fortress. "Yes. I suppose that I do. In this, I am perhaps the weakest of the
Order." With a shrug that strives for casual, and falls very far short, so mechanical is the
motion, he says, "I have decided to leave Her be, and no longer torment Her with my misguided
efforts. That is all."
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You have emoted: "I believe She already finds you to be a worthy one, my friend," Avaris
replies without a trace of levity, his manner clear in its sincerity. The careful composure
with which he holds himself begins to visibly strain under the pressure of Princess Nabithia's
continued probing, the brilliant azure of his seven natural eyes dimming to a darker, bleaker
shade of blue. The cup that he cradles within his upper right hand begins to creak audibly
beneath the slight tightening of his fingers, before he carefully, slowly sets it upon the
table, and clasps his hands together upon his lap. Every inch of him screams that he is holding
himself with a deliberate calm, the even cadence and intonation of his speech as much a barrier
as the walls of a fortress. "Yes. I suppose that I do. In this, I am perhaps the weakest of the
Order." With a shrug that strives for casual, and falls very far short, so mechanical is the
motion, he says, "I have decided to leave Her be, and no longer torment Her with my misguided
efforts. That is all."
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The pause that lingers after your admission is stark and solemn as Princess Nabithia processes
it quietly, her compound eyes reflecting a vast spectrum of emotions that ultimately settle
upon something in between concern and resignation. If you are a fortress, she takes no effort
to breach your defenses, carefully fine-tuning her plan of attack elsewhere as she continues,
evenly, "I spoke with Blessed Cheliyi recently of the futility of her own efforts regarding the
Lady, and granted her Wisdom in them. She had continually insisted on being a shoulder for the
Lady to share Her woes upon, but did not seem to understand the answers the Lady gave her when
seeking such things." The kephera crosses her scythe-like arms, regarding you thoughtfully,
before saying, "I never felt you needed such redirecting, Avaris. Yet if you say it must be so,
then I will not pry into your reasons. I will say, however, that torment is an extraordinary
word to use, for the Lady has never suggested you give Her pain, at least to me."
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A watery spray of starlight twinkles dreamily across the alabaster pillars.
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A watery spray of starlight twinkles dreamily across the alabaster pillars.
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A watery spray of starlight twinkles dreamily across the alabaster pillars.
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You have emoted: "That does not surprise me," comes Avaris's cool response, a coating of frost
hardening his words. "She was often the same with myself. She is astounded when her sole
approach is not the one required." A sharp, bitter vibration of sound grinds forth from the
kephera, a chord of black humour as he shakes his head slowly from side to side. "If only that
were so. She and I have been locked in an exchange of wounding, I think, since the day I first
spoke to Her. I have not been kind to Her, in my heedless blundering. Distance is a kindness, I
think, in this."
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"Hm," Princess Nabithia replies noncommittally, twirling a fingertip across her empty cup's
rim. She listens with the absentmindedness of one whose thoughts scream loud, and her pensive
silence is all the starker for it. "Many have distanced themselves from Her, over the
millennia. You would not be the first to do so, but, perhaps the first to do so for this
reason." She glances up at you, wondering. "Do you the Lady understands the reason for it?"
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A watery spray of starlight twinkles dreamily across the alabaster pillars.
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It is now the 5th of Roarkian, 600 years after the Coming of Estarra.
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The chanting of feminine voices echoes throughout the Temple of Lantra, distant and beautiful.
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(Celest): Faragan (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "5 tirtle births."
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(Celest): Cheliyi (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Thank you Mister Faragans!"
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You have emoted: Avaris weathers the silence, thick with unspoken thoughts as it is, with the
silent durability of a castle lashed by freezing rain. "Forgive me if I do not celebrate such
an accolade." In response to the question, he twitches his vast shoulders up in a brief spasm
of a shrug, the interlocked fingers of his four hands squeezing tight, even as the topmost
thumb rasps distractedly back and forth across the bladed ridges of his knuckles. "We often do
not understand each other, so I do not think it likely. It is likewise unlikely that She has
noticed. What is two years to One that has lived the span She has? What is the silence of one
mortal, when She has seen so many come and go, Elders among them? She has more important
matters to take up Her thoughts."
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The Domotheos of Harmony emerges from its dormant phase.
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A watery spray of starlight twinkles dreamily across the alabaster pillars.
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The answer that Princess Nabithia gives is an empty shrug, an upturned palm, and a gentle sigh.
She does not seek to refute your points at all, but her gaze pierces through you with the
stubbornness of one who has heard something unspoken, and desperately wishes to respond to the
words unsaid. Rather than attempt this, however, she reaches for the ampoule at her side,
hidden as it is beneath the rich azure silks of her gown, and turns it absently in her hands.
"You are fond of punishing yourself, Avaris," she says at last. "I do not think you have done
anything to earn it, is all."
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The chanting of feminine voices echoes throughout the Temple of Lantra, distant and beautiful.
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Rhapsodic hymns emanate from within the depths of the chamber, fervent with devotion.
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The chanting of feminine voices echoes throughout the Temple of Lantra, distant and beautiful.
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You have emoted: Though the motionless nature of his armoured face offers no hint as to his
inner state, there is the unmistakable sense that Avaris is deliberately, doggedly ignoring the
penetrating gaze that Princess Nabithia casts his way. In contrast to her, the paladin's hands
have not once strayed towards his ampoule, nor the crimson star lotus that sits upon his chest -
Indeed, he has not once acknowledged the existence of either throughout the entire encounter.
"You are a kind soul, Nabithia, for all your barbs. Thank you for the tea, and the company. I
shall return to my meditations for a time." So stated, he rises to his feet, bowing to Princess
Nabithia stiffly.
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(Before the Veil): Faragan says, "The Anchoresses are safe withinthe mists of the Empyreal."
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"I do not consider this matter finished, Avaris," Princess Nabithia says gently, though she too
arises and bows before you in preparation for farewell. "But I will free you from my
penetrating glare, such as it is." She attempts a faint smile, her voice soft and fond, as she
says, "Be well, dear friend. You are always taking on other's burdens. One day, I hope you will
allow others to do the same. When you are ready."
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You have emoted: The dull blue of Avaris's sevenfold gaze lingers on Princess Nabithia for a
long moment before he sighs, the exhalation a tired one. "Just do not bother Her with this,
Nabithia. She has hassles enough, as you well know." Waving the notion of burdens away with a
gentle arc of his hand, his tone softens, a small smile in his voice, if not upon his face.
"Unlikely, but you are kind to hope such for me. Thank you for caring, and for spending time
with me. I will try not to let so long go between our next visit, as before. Be kind to
yourself, and stay safe." With this, and another courteous dip of his head, he turns - and
pauses, lingering with his hand upon the drapes. "The painting really is lovely, you know."