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- Esei blinks.
- Esei blinks a second time, black-and-white tail swishing back and forth.
- Rhalkyr cocks his head in Esei's direction, eyes flicking down to track the motion
- of the tail.
- Echoed by a soft, dark melody, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says, "Ah, I
- had not realized you were in here."
- Rhalkyr utters a faint, amused rumble. "Is often, case. Quiet, for size." Looking
- down at Esei, he studies Esei's form for a long, quiet moment, before sinking into a crouch.
- "Short," he observes mildly.
- Esei wrinkles their nose and sniffs.
- Echoed by a soft, dark melody, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says, "Only a
- bit."
- Rhalkyr holds up his hand, and slowly brings the tips of his forefinger and thumb
- together, until they are a whisper away from touching. He says nothing, but the amusement that
- glitters in his eye is clear.
- Esei mutters discontentedly.
- Rhalkyr slides his gaze up to the topmost row of books, to which he gestures at
- with a slight flick of his fingers. In a decidedly casual tone, one that fails to entirely disguise
- the smile that lurks beneath his mask, he asks, "Want, lift? Can get, book, for you." A pause, and
- then, considerately, "Maybe, stool."
- Esei glances askance.
- Echoed by a soft, dark melody, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says, "No."
- Echoed by a soft, dark melody, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says, "I am
- fine."
- Rhalkyr nods in an amiable fashion, settling back onto his haunches. "Can stand, on
- shoulders, also."
- Echoed by a soft, dark melody, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk remarks, "My
- hooves are sharp."
- Rhalkyr dusts off a broad, densely muscled shoulder, the motion taking with it the
- occasional fleck of dried, painted stripe. "Worthy, sacrifice, for knowledge."
- Esei tilts their head, beckoning for you to bend closer.
- Eying Esei sidelong, with no small amount of wariness, Rhalkyr gradually leans over
- towards Esei, keeping his head turned aside.
- Esei places their hand on your cheek, turning your face to look at them. "Speaking of Sacrifice,"
- they whisper, melodic voice pitched low. "Have you thought on my Lord's Shrouds?"
- Rhalkyr leans into the touch, relaxing visibly as he utters a low, soft sound of
- contentment. His own ragged voice lowers in volume to match Esei's, he replies, "Always, thinking.
- Why, ask?"
- Echoed by a soft, dark melody, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "If
- you have given it much thought beyond learning."
- In a deep, guttural voice, you ask, "In, what way?"
- Echoed by a soft, dark melody, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers,
- "Whichever way is prudent to you."
- Rhalkyr is quiet for a long moment, his gaze slipping to settle upon the shadows
- that linger in the corners of the library. "Try, to live, by Their teachings, every day. Am not
- sure, how, successful. Still, unsure, on...Choosing."
- Esei gently guides you to sit on the couch, settling on the furniture also. They briefly struggle
- with their legs and sharp hooves before awkwardly hanging them over the edge to clack against the
- floor, creating light tinkling sounds.
- Regarding the couch with no small amount of mistrust, Rhalkyr reluctantly climbs
- atop it, so that he crouches upon it, much as he would do it upon the ground. Shifting uncomfortably
- on the pliant surface, he leans forward to maintain his balance, and waits quietly, eyes slowly
- roving over the library.
- Echoed by a soft, dark melody, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk asks, "Tell
- me?"
- Rhalkyr lifts a monstrously broad shoulder in a truncated shrug. "Little, to tell.
- Torn, between, beloved Divine. Spinner suggested, joining, Her Order. Asked, Him, for guidance.
- Said, aspects, of all, the Glomdoring Divine, in Rhalkyr. To wait, and choose, when ready. Not
- ready, because, choice causes, pain. Yes?"
- -
- Esei tilts their head slightly, humming lowly before speaking, the various songs of the Glomdoring
- caught on their breath. "There are aspects of all of Them within each of us," they point out,
- mindlessly tracing out a little pattern on their fuzzy leg. "Choices are always painful, especially
- if it is between Those you love."
- Echoed by a soft, dark melody, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk asks, "Do you
- think Her Order would be a good fit, however?"
- Echoed by a soft, dark melody, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says to you,
- "You are already Hers simply by the virtue of being wyrden."
- Echoed by a soft, dark melody, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says to you,
- "You would not be rejecting Her simply by joining one of the Lords' Orders."
- Rhalkyr dips his chin down a fraction in acknowledgement. "Do not like, having, to
- choose." A pause, in which he considers the question, and then another small shrug. "Do not know. Do
- not know, if any, Order, would be good fit." Another span of silence, and then he amends, "Or, if
- Rhalkyr, would, be good fit. Do not think, She, would want Rhalkyr, particularly." A slight thread
- of dry humour weaves its way into his voice. "Am not, very, like spider."
- Softly, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says, "There are also the paths of the
- Rose and the Crow, within Her Order, as I recall."
- Echoed by a soft, dark melody, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk asks you, "Have
- you ever been to His realm?"
- Echoed by a soft, dark melody, Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk says, "Or Hers,
- for that matter."
- Rhalkyr tilts his masked face opposite Esei by the barest fraction. "Am not, aware,
- of them. Only mention, of Rose, is beloved, Khasur." A downward jerk of his head. "Yes. Both.
- Briefly."
- Esei presses their small hand against your heart, easily eclipsed by the sap there. "Have you
- meditated there? Felt what there is to feel?"
- A minute shake of Rhalkyr's head accompanies, "Have not. Found, by, accident. Did
- not wish, intrusion, offense." He makes no move to discourage Esei's touch, but nor does he so much
- as twitch his own hand up to meet Esei's.
- Esei rises, hooves clicking gently against the floor. They beckon for you to follow them.
- With only a curious glance, Rhalkyr steps down off the couch and moves to pad to
- Esei's right.
- [[To Nocht's godrealm]]
- Esei kneels onto one knee, demonstrating their humility and respect.
- Esei tells you, "Do not speak aloud here, unless He shows Himself somehow."
- You tell Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk, "Am always, silent, before Him.
- Never, speak."
- Dha'Kael.
- The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. Low, wide ledges of glassy obsidian
- are banded across the wide breadth of the heptagonal chamber, forming labyrinthine pathways which
- cross over and cut one another as they trace toward the room's centre. At each of seven entrances a
- low brazier smoulders, the faint but pleasing scent of resin incense carries through the chilly air.
- High overhead the ceiling is lost in dense, deep shadow, the same that pervades every corner, and
- which seems to absorb the sound as well as the light. The ground and the walls are unpolished
- basalt, the crystalline nature of the rock allowing faint pricks of light to glitter as diamond or
- stars in the stygian sky. The star shaped centre of the chamber, where all paths meet, is open, the
- floor here carved. A line extends from the right hand side of every point to the centre line of the
- point adjacent, that within the first, a second seven pointed star is formed, the concentric pattern
- continuing inwards. Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk floats here, suffusing the
- air with the sickly-sweet scent of blackthorn blossoms. They wield a dark, curved silver athame in
- their left hand.
- You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, southwest, west, northwest, and out.
- The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Esei's lips as they glances at you.
- Esei tells you, "Have you had the chance to linger about in each room within dha'Kael?"
- Rather than respond, Rhalkyr merely shakes his head, gaze roving slowly over the
- crystalline blackness.
- Esei circles the center in a single motion, hooves clacking mutedly against the obsidian.
- Esei quirks a brow.
- Esei tells you, "Mm. We shall start with the Twilight then, as you are young yet, and uncertain of
- your path."
- The Twilight.
- The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. The long hall is lit on one side
- with simple torches set in narrow onyx pillars, which glow with a soft light somewhere between amber
- and pink. On the opposite wall a painted mural depicts the awakening, the birth, of the spirit
- Night. The shrouded form of Lord Nocht stands encircled by other Elders, their features blurred.
- Before Him bands of ebon darkness and silvery starlight coalesce into the form of a woman garbed
- only in shadow. The mural's background depicts a perfect dusk, as gold turns to magenta, and indigo.
- A broad circle of black on the horizon paints the new moon. Running the length of the hall is a
- narrow black runner, upon which a simple bench of granite rests before the mural. A shallow silver
- bowl has been left on the floor to the side here, filled with various small trinkets including
- jewels and a small onyx egg, offerings of meaning for those who left them behind. Wyrden Auspice
- Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk floats here, suffusing the air with the sickly-sweet scent of
- blackthorn blossoms. They wield a dark, curved silver athame in their left hand.
- You see a single exit leading northwest.
- Esei approaches the mural, fingers brushing reverently against the paint, expression oddly fond.
- Rhalkyr pads silently in Esei's wake, his footsteps as close to utterly silent as
- is humanly possible. Lingering behind Esei's shoulder, he stares at the mural in mute wonder, eyes
- shining with ardent fervor.
- In accordance with a silent beat you can't quite hear, Esei begins to softly hum a low, dark tune.
- Esei tells you, "What is it you feel? You need not put it in words."
- You think to yourself: The silence enfolds him like a cool blanket, the hush pressing close so that
- his own breathing is as a whispering stream, his heartbeat a resonant thunder. The awe that wells up
- from within him is pure and sweet as water from a mountain spring, infused with a delicate sense of
- yearning, a filigree of faintest sorrow glimmering on the sensation. Family. Belonging. Night, so
- beautiful and rich with dark splendor, so cold and distant and, like so much that possessed those
- precious qualities, far beyond the reach of his clumsy, barbarous hands.
- Esei lightly presses a hand against your wrist, tilting their head curiously.
- You tell Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk, "**There is silence, for a long
- time, empty of the coiled violence that typifies his presence. When he does reply, even the words
- conveyed across the connection of the mind are hushed, subdued." Like, clay."
- Esei tilts their head and listens intently to you.
- You think to yourself: Clay, and earth, and stone. Rough and ill-shaped, thick and slow, gazing up
- at the impossible beauty of the glorious expanse of Night that graces the firmament. So very far
- beneath, in so many different ways. A rock, pining for the cosmic wonder of a realm, of beings, so
- far removed as to make any connection, any striving to draw close, an impossibility. Futile.
- His quiet persists for so long that it seems as if he will not answer, as Rhalkyr
- stares at the mural, expression unreadable. With a minute shake of his head, he passes his hand
- through the air in a small, dismissive wave.
- Esei quirks a brow.
- Esei's fingers reach up to gently trace the shadow and starlight playing across the mural, dark eyes
- thoughtful.
- You think to yourself: The beast does not join the Divine. It serves a purpose, and derives
- satisfaction and pleasure from that purpose, and no more. It should not long to stand by Their side,
- to touch and to hold, to love and be loved in return. Such is folly.
- Esei tells you, "Have you settled your thoughts on the Twilight?"
- You think to yourself: But he will be the finest, most savage beast in Their garden. He will not
- disappoint them. He will burn, and burn, and burn, until the passion he feels is ignited in the
- breast of all that call Glomdoring their home.
- You nod your head at Esei.
- The Sacrifice.
- The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. The broad basalt staircase rises up
- from the northwest, meeting the long stone chamber here. On either side of it, thick green vines
- entwine to serve as banisters, lesser tendrils splaying out to root them to the walls, craggy and
- broken here at the entryway. The foliage creeps in from below at other points as well. Dark ferns,
- fronds veined with deep purple fan out across the floor and the spiralling stems of some flowering
- plant droop overhead, dotted with vivid fuscia blooms. A solid band of onyx threads the walls here,
- encircling the cavernous room entirely as if bisecting it, and acting as halting point for the wild
- growth which encroaches no further. Just past this line a creeping rose bush has been planted,
- pristine blooms of deepest indigo nestled amidst the ebon threaded leaves, the plant stretching
- overhead to form an elegant bower. Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk floats
- here, suffusing the air with the sickly-sweet scent of blackthorn blossoms. They wield a dark,
- curved silver athame in their left hand.
- You see exits leading southeast and down.
- Esei reaches up to brush a fuschia flower, humming softly.
- Rhalkyr steps softly over to the rose bush, sinking down to crouch before it, with
- his weight balanced upon the balls of his feet. Crossing his forearms, he rests them upon his knees,
- and leans down to regard the flowers intently.
- Esei tilts their head and listens intently to you.
- You think to yourself: A gentle wash of fondness - That deeply ingrained appreciation of all that is
- darkly beautiful, the lens which colours his perception of reality. All of Them are beautiful, in
- Their way. Each, as magnificent, as uniquely perfect, as the last. How is a poor, blundering mortal
- supposed to choose between Them?
- Rhalkyr rises from his crouch in one smooth motion, turning to the staircase. He
- makes no comment, nor does he endeavour to communicate in any other fashion.
- Esei hums thoughtfully.
- The Refinement.
- The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. A wide pillar stands at the far
- side of the long triangular chamber, resting only a couple of metres before the point where high
- walls meet in acute angle. Between the pillar and wall a small fire burns in a low onyx bowl so that
- the backlit monolith looms before the light. On approach, the basalt surface of the pillar is rough,
- coarse and unpolished, yet circling and coming into the light, the round column is smooth, even
- gleaming, from waist to shoulder height. The flickering light catches trace hand and fingerprints
- upon the polished surface. Smoothed by the hands of all who pass here, the honing of the pillar
- remains a work in progress, each of myriad passes furthering the endeavour. Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-
- Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk floats here, suffusing the air with the sickly-sweet scent of
- blackthorn blossoms. They wield a dark, curved silver athame in their left hand.
- You see a single exit leading northeast.
- Esei approaches the pillar, running their hand gently across the surface of the pillar, adding
- another stroke to its refinement.
- Rhalkyr's approach of the pillar is a more gradual one than Esei's, as he steps
- slowly behind Esei. Coming to a halt before the column of stone, he regards it for a long moment,
- green eyes gleaming in the occasional flickering flare of obfuscated flame.
- Esei gently takes your wrist, pressing your hand against the surface of the pillar.
- You think to yourself: Stone. Rough. Bound to the earth, with no hope of ascending to join Those
- most beloved. And yet...Was he not as this lump of rock? Coarse, unshaped, but...Subject to the
- careful touches of those wiser, more experienced, could he not be refined into something better? Had
- he not already been blessed with His touch? The vivid memory of cold fingers upon his shoulder,
- bleeding into that of the viscous hands of congealed, sanguine sap. Gentle touches, but firm, and
- sure. Her hand, upon his mask, the sweet line of fire upon his neck at the kiss of Her scythe. Was
- he being shaped, even now?
- Esei tells you, "See that it is not the work of only one hands, but many."
- Esei tells you, "We are the works of many hands, not just our own. Some hands are cruel, some kind,
- some necessary, some unnecessary."
- Rhalkyr allows his hands to be drawn flat against the rock, his fingers splayed as
- he closes his eyes and breathes a slow, meditative rhythm. Gradually, he shifts his arm so that the
- calloused leather of his palm, of his coarse fingers, hiss over the textured surface in a glacial
- rasp that carries it up, and up, until he can reach no higher - to where the stone is roughest,
- least caressed by passing hands.
- You think to yourself: How many passes of guiding hands had it taken to achieve such a degree of
- refinement, for but one pillar? How much time, how much effort, and will?
- In accordance with a silent beat you can't quite hear, Esei begins to softly hum a low, dark tune.
- You think to yourself: As much as was necessary.
- Esei tells you, "You may feel unrefined as of yet - but I assure you, there has already been work
- done, and I am proud of you."
- Rhalkyr's breath flows out in a barely perceptible susurration of air, and when he
- begins to breathe in again, his eyes flick open, flitting over to Esei's face for a long, searching
- moment, before sliding away.
- You think to yourself: Proud? Of what? He has done nothing worthy of pride. Not yet. The task burns
- like a brand pressed against the base of his brain, a constant reminder of its unfinished state.
- Even He was anxious to know what he would discover. He would bear the pressure, for Them. He would
- serve.
- Rhalkyr dips his head in a slow, slight nod, withdrawing his hand to allow it to
- hang loosely at his side.
- The Shadows.
- The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. A narrow corridor joins the chamber
- from an odd angle near its far corner, leading away down the broadening staircase below. The only
- light visible here comes from a dimly glowing brazier just outside the southeast exit. It serves
- only to deepen the shadow. The floor is smooth, free from impediment. A cold draft streaming through
- hall gives the sense of a vast space, even as the walls and ceiling are indiscernible in the
- darkness. It carries the faint scent of Wyrden flora, delicate and sweet decay, and its cloying
- taste. The whisper of the shifting air seems to grow louder and softer at intervals, this breath of
- sound echoing again and again as if speaking some incomprehensible message. The darkness seems
- almost liquid here, dense and giving, allowing all who linger here to sink within its depths. Wyrden
- Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk floats here, suffusing the air with the sickly-sweet
- scent of blackthorn blossoms. They wield a dark, curved silver athame in their left hand.
- You see exits leading southwest and down.
- Rhalkyr steps more confidently here, despite the encroaching gloom that threatens
- to engulf him entire. Swaddled in shadows, he drifts silently further away from the brazier, until
- he is given fully over to the embrace of the darkness, stripes fading into the umbral shroud as
- readily as flowing water returning to its source.
- Esei simply clasps their hands behind their back, patient and at ease.
- You think to yourself: Beloved darkness. The quiet stillness of deepest Night, that most familiar of
- cradles, of loving, cool embraces. How many times had he lingered in the boughs of a tree, enveloped
- in purest shadow, undetected and alone as he gazed down at the quiescent world beneath? How often
- had he basked in the rich velvet of Night, silently glorying in the peaceful, all-encompassing
- eternity of it?
- You think to yourself: His most trusted ally, his longest companion. He would have starved, have
- died, many years ago, if not for the warding cloak of shadows, hiding him from the eyes of prey and
- predator alike.
- You think to yourself: Peace, and the promise of violence. That was shadow, to him. The subtle
- prickle of awareness, that primal dread that warned of being watched by something hungry, the
- ancient force that bound predator and prey. Shadow.
- Rhalkyr emerges from the trailing embrace of the dark, the vivid green of his eyes
- glinting as he nears the brazier, padding over to stand by Esei patiently.
- Esei tilts their head and listens intently to you.
- You tell Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk, "**No words, but the sense of
- comfortable familiarity, as one feels with a lifelong, trusted companion.**."
- You nod your head at Esei.
- A look of understanding crossing their features, Esei nods their head slowly.
- The Beauty.
- The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. The angled cavern here is flush
- with life, creeping vines cling to the walls, leafy fronds of rich purple and green dipping out into
- the open air. A statue in jet dominates the centre of the room, a nude female with palm outstretched
- and eyes closed, long hair ebbing down her back in shadowy tresses, a serene smile playing across
- her lips. Creeping at the base, a softly glowing moss casts a silvery blue glow across the floor,
- stretching outwards to be lost beneath wide-leafed plants of vivid greens. Puff spores float like
- dust motes in the air and overhead specks of shimmer dot the high dark ceiling like stars in the
- night sky. Shallow puddles of dark crimson blood seep into the undergrowth, the heady, coppery smell
- mixing with the lush scent of loam. Shadows shift all around here, revealing one moment a streak of
- vivid colour and concealing it the next. It is warm here, the air faintly humid. Wyrden Auspice Esei
- Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk floats here, suffusing the air with the sickly-sweet scent of
- blackthorn blossoms. They wield a dark, curved silver athame in their left hand.
- You see a single exit leading east.
- Esei steps over a puddle of the blood, moving to stand in front of the statue. They press something
- small and silver into the statue's hand - a little silver star, which glints softly in the little
- available light.
- There is no hesitation in Rhalkyr's movements, but nor does he hurry onward.
- Instead, he moves with the hushed reverence of an acolyte brought before the holiest of relics, his
- steps slow and measured - heedless of the blood that seeps about his bare feet, welling up between
- his toes to leave a sanguine slick upon his flesh, as waves lapping upon a golden shore. The myriad,
- splendiferous works of beautiful flora are paid no mind whatsoever, with his eyes not flicking their
- way even for the briefest of moments. Instead, his gaze is locked upon the statue that resides in
- the middle of the area, the shadowed green of his eyes locked upon the unseeing jet of the female
- figure's own. As he finally draws near, his hand lifts, as if of its own volition, to brush the
- blunt tips of his brutish fingers along the edge of her outstretched palm, a sense of yearning
- emanating so strongly from the hulking figure as to be nearly palpable.
- Esei tells you, "Who is that you think of?"
- You think to yourself: Beauty. So much, here, was beautiful. His mind, his heart, rife with an
- aching longing to touch, to hold - made sharp and cutting with the irrefutable knowledge that his
- monstrous hands are too brutal, too clumsy and unworthy to ever cradle it close without breaking it,
- that even his merest touch would mar it. A sin beyond comprehension.
- You think to yourself: Who? All of Them, of course. All of the Glomdoring, with its twisting, secret
- paths, the warped boughs and roots bathed in deepest shadow, the savage glory of it. The people, in
- all their imperfect allure, melding together into a beautiful whole that was breathtaking in its
- magnificence. But, Them. Most of all, Them. Blackpetal. Silent One. First Among Predators.
- Coldshiver. Night. Others, that may yet lurk beyond the bounds of mortal awareness, or have yet to
- come into being. The beauty of potential, of the unknown.
- Rhalkyr does not answer, instead leaning his head down to rests the barest edge of
- his mask's cheek against the outstretched fingers, eyes closing. A soft sigh escapes from the
- confines of his mask, and he withdraws.
- Esei quirks a brow, but otherwise remains silent.
- You think to yourself: Not for him. Never, for him. To look upon from afar. That he should be
- privileged to do so was honour beyond compare - He should learn to be content with this.
- The Silence.
- The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. A narrow corridor to the west leads
- inwards to an open room. Walls and floor are glossy obsidian, smooth and polished. The triangular
- chamber is wide, high glass filled windows at each corner allow natural light to illuminate this
- space. Stark and unadorned, the vast hall is utterly empty. The softest whisper, merest footfall,
- ringing a cacophonous echo, reverberating up the high walls and back again and seeming impossibly
- loud. Yet these are the only sounds discernable, all noise from outside this place well dampened.
- Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk floats here, suffusing the air with the sickly-
- sweet scent of blackthorn blossoms. They wield a dark, curved silver athame in their left hand.
- You see a single exit leading west.
- Esei clacks their hoof lightly across the floor, echoing harshly into a deep, rolling resonance in
- the silence of the room.
- Even Rhalkyr's capacity for stealth is unfit, here. He freezes in place when he
- sets his foot down - A typically soundless act rendered a rasping stage whisper, the coarse hiss of
- leathery sole upon polished obsidian robbing the hulking figure of motion as he hunches inwards.
- After a long, long moment, he gradually uncoils, but makes no move towards pushing further into the
- room, poised instead with one foot forward, fingers stretched into curving claws of suppressed
- action.
- You think to yourself: Oh, he does not like this. He does not like this /at all/. How is he to move,
- when even his quietest step announces his presence like the crash of thunder?
- You think to yourself: Mounting distress. Countless years of studying the great hunters and their
- movements, of painstakingly learning to mimic their ways, the fluid roll of powerful muscle, the
- silence of each terrible step - For naught.
- Rhalkyr abruptly backs out of the room, tension making his motions stiff.
- Esei places a gentle hand on your shoulder.
- Esei tells you, "It will be alright. Do not fear the Silence."
- Rhalkyr's muscles jump and twitch at the contact, his shoulder almost thrumming
- with suppressed agitation - but he does not seek to dislodge Esei's touch.
- You can hear the sound of blood pumping in your own ears. It's so loud... All must hear it.
- Esei tells you, "It is alright."
- Esei gently guides you to the Amalgam, dark eyes calm and serious.
- The Amalgam.
- The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. Coming to a point at the northern
- edge of the chamber, the high walls extend upward into deepest shadow. Narrow stairs rise from an
- opening near the centre of the room, a mere open rectangle in the ebon stone floor. The statue of a
- shrouded figure stands looking out across the room, expressionless and depicted with only vague
- features, a simple stone bench resting before it. Narrow onyx pillars stand at intervals throughout
- the room, seven in all, with no particular pattern to their arrangement. Each pillar is draped with
- an indigo shroud, and burning atop each is a strange blue fire. The air is cool despite the flames,
- which do not flicker in the faint draft rising from the stairwell. Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh
- of the Ascending Dusk floats here, suffusing the air with the sickly-sweet scent of blackthorn
- blossoms. They wield a dark, curved silver athame in their left hand.
- You see exits leading south and down.
- The tension that crackles about Rhalkyr like static gradually fades, diminishing
- with each step that takes him from the Silence. Within the Amalgam, he pauses, eyes flitting
- immediately to the statue, which he studies at length, his eyes unreadable.
- You think to yourself: Silent One. Beloved, revered, adored. Anxious, for him to complete his task.
- Anxious. A turn of phrase, or a deliberate choice of words? It gnawed at him like a termite upon the
- roots of a sturdy sapling, chewing at his thoughts with tiny, incessant bites. What would happen to
- Him if he failed?
- Dust and bits of stone rain down from above as the temple slightly trembles before all returns to
- gentle silence.
- Esei furrows their brow in thought.
- You think to yourself: A sudden surge of violent, furious determination - He would not allow
- anything to unmake Him, not without giving everything that he was, that he could be, to prevent it.
- A beast he might be, but what was a beast, but a savage deterrent? What tools did a beast possess,
- but toothed maw and rending claws?
- Rhalkyr stirs from his reverie, twitching as fragments of debris patter upon his
- shoulder. He looks up, eyes thinning, then over to Esei, before following.
- With lethal grace, a muted slaugh steps forward from the south.
- Esei frowns slightly, eyes sweeping over the abyss.
- A muted slaugh looks Esei over coldly before turning her gaze elsewhere.
- Esei furrows their brow in thought.
- Off in the distance, two large platforms collide into each other with a mighty crash sending chunks
- of stone and foliage showering down.
- Esei watches the platforms collide, dark eyes sweeping to observe the temple below.
- Rhalkyr's attention flits from Esei, to the slaughs as they move in and out, then
- snaps back as the two platforms slam together. Uttering a brief grunt of surprise, he looks to Esei,
- a questioning rumble shuddering forth from his throat.
- Esei tells you, "The platforms... are normal. I have seen them before. But... the temple does not
- normally shudder."
- Esei tells you, "I advise you go - I can deal with whatever arises."
- You think to yourself: Cause for concern? Perhaps.
- You think to yourself: Ah. Sending the child away, while the adults deal with the problem. Of
- course.
- You nod your head emphatically.
- A muted slaugh looks down at the temple, glancing silently at Esei before she wanders off to survey
- other parts of the realm.
- [[Rhalkyr leaves.]]
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