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- You tell Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "Spirit Warden. Trilogy, of tomes, by
- Lendren. Summer, Autumn, Winter. Accurate, to events?"
- Xenthos tells you, "I do not know the specific works in question so I cannot speak to them exactly -
- but I would hesitate to trust anything written to a page to be entirely accurate. The author nearly
- always has a personal point of view which they let bleed into their work."
- Xenthos tells you, "What is the subject of the trilogy?"
- You tell Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "Mm. Thought, you might know. Part, of
- cast. Chronicles, Lady Viravain's attempts, to purify. Subsequent events."
- -
- Xenthos tells you, "Mm. I do not recall Lendren being a part of it - but yes, I was indeed there."
- You tell Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "Mildly, despite the ragged nature of
- his voice, observes, "Yes. Just eaten, by Murphy. Younger, weaker. How old, Spirit Warden?""
- -
- Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to you, "As old as the Glomdoring. Who I
- was before matters little. It was the cocoon spun by Lady Viravain, of which I was a part."
- -look xenthos
- He is a nimble shadowlord faeling shadowfire-limned ascendant changeling and is much larger than
- normal, a bit over eight feet in height. His skin is a translucent ebony, pine-green shadows seeming
- to churn just below the surface. Fine white scars form an intricate lacework, lining his skin in a
- stark contrast. Glimmering with silver highlights, his hair is a rich, pure white, hanging thick
- and straight down to his shoulders. His right eye glows with red fire, containing tiny flecks of
- green seeming to dance in the flames, while his left is a scarred socket of tissue from which the
- original eye was plucked. In its place, an orb composed entirely of shadowfire has formed,
- constantly swirling within its confines. Both eyes roam the area, observing everything around him.
- His body is lean and lithe, long cables of muscle lying against his bones making him much stronger
- than first impression would think. He moves gracefully, making little to no noise when he chooses
- to walk, instinctively knowing where to place his feet for silence. Springing from his back are a
- pair of leathery wings, arching high and carried in a subconscious display of self-assurance, faint
- green tinges showing when struck by the light. Coiling around each wing, the imprint of a heavy
- chain has been branded into his flesh. The blackened links have worn to smooth, iridescent scars
- along which small wisps of shadowfire cavort.
- His silvery hair is cut into an attractively short pixie cut, long bangs swept to one side. Each
- strand gleams with a faint emerald hue, granting a mysterious, verdant cast to his overall
- hairstyle.
- He is wearing:
- SO MUCH STUFF, trimmed for brevity
- Looking up from the slim booklet held carefully within his massive hands, Rhalkyr's
- eyes glint as he studies Xenthos briefly, before his gaze flickers away. "History, important. Even,
- lacking in glory." Tapping a calloused finger atop the page, he tilts his masked face to one side.
- "Opinion, if you would give it."
- -
- Xenthos tilts his head slightly as he regards you. "Aye?"
- -
- Ilistala, an enormous leopard yawns widely, before settling down on a branch arching high above the
- shelves as she begins to groom a paw.
- Darting a glance at Ilistala, an enormous leopard, the regard of vivid green eyes
- curious, and lacking in apparent fear, Rhalkyr lifts his hands from the booklet to roll it in a slow
- circle, an upraised finger encompassing the forest that surrounds them. "The Glomdoring. Strong,
- now, or weak?"
- -
- Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Mm."
- -
- The heady scent of roses and congealing blood resonates from Xenthos, carried on a light wind.
- -
- Xenthos closes his one eye for a moment as he inhales, breathing in the scent of the Forest
- permeating the library, overlying the scent of many books, before he begins speaking. "The
- Glomdoring is alive, you know. The Forest has been through much. But every creature within the Woods
- is a part of that whole... from the smallest weevil, to the mightiest of them all, the Wyrdling
- himself."
- -
- Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Do you know much of the greev?"
- The callouses of Rhalkyr's craggy fist rasp along the stiff parchment as he draws
- the back of his knuckles absently along the words upon the page, the mask obfuscating his face
- lending him a bestial mien that sits naturally upon him, despite the erudite item cradled within a
- huge hand. Listening intently, with his head cocked in Xenthos's direction, his eyes flit
- ceaselessly about the area, flickering from motion, to sound in a constant flickering of feverish
- green. "Know this. Some, of greev. Read, scrolls. Know, Thornwatch takes place."
- Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to you, "The most important part is that
- the greev -is- the Glomdoring. They are not separate entitites. It is the spirit of the Forest,
- whose flesh is composed of all else within the Glomdoring, given agency."
- -
- Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to you, "I've seen its might with my own
- eyes, felt its crushing weight upon my back."
- -
- Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to you, "So I know - beyond question - that
- the Glomdoring is mighty. We mortalkind are a part of that, yes. An important part. We must serve
- our tah'vrai. But the Glomdoring is greater than any of us."
- Rhalkyr dips his head in a curt nod, grunting. "Mechanism, of self-defense. Last
- resort." With an incongruous tenderness, he gently closes the cover of the book, shifting it so that
- it is cradled against his abdomen. Lowering himself to his haunches, he balances easily upon the
- branch, fingers tapping out a staccato rhythm upon the hard surface of the tome he grasps. A slow,
- thoughtful rumble shudders forth from his throat, the sound more akin to a growl, and it is a long
- moment before he speaks once more. "Valid. Will rephrase." Lifting his hand, his fingers ripple
- through a peculiar, flowing motion. "Mortals, of the Glomdoring. Population. Strength. Activity." An
- avian cock of the head, this time in the opposite direction, and his gaze settles upon Xenthos long
- enough to ask, "Satisfactory?"
- -
- Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Mm. A very different question. Such
- things tend to ebb and flow - but it does seem as if we are currently in a period where the mortal
- effort seems to be born on the shoulders of a few."
- The ragged, tearing sound that emanates from Rhalkyr this time is one of obvious
- satisfaction, as he lifts a broad, brutish hand to tap against the side of his mask, just over the
- temple - each light contact of finger to wood eliciting a sharp 'tak'. "Am pleased, in correct
- estimation, of keen mind. Growing concerned, only my eyes, could see." Settling back onto his heels,
- he rocks back and forth slowly, chin lifted to regard the canopy above in thoughtful silence, for a
- time. Quietly, the rough, jagged nature of his voice making the words difficult to discern in their
- lack of volume, he says, "How, Spirt Warden, intend to fix?"
- Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "The most important thing I can do is to
- tend to the Thornwatch. To answer the questions of those within the guild, to guide them, to
- encourage them to grow - to find their tah'vrai, and serve it. It is what I aim for. I also aim
- simply to be present for those of the Glomdoring who need assistance on a more general level. But
- that is simply on a personal level. On a grander scale, what the Glomdoring needs is for -everyone-
- to do such. We have been seeking a new librarian for some time, for example."
- -
- With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its
- metallic claw grasping a cheeky corvid sugar cookie, which it quickly deposits in your hands.
- -
- A mechanical dirigible bobs up and down on the air currents before jets of steam erupt from several
- of its valves, then putters off.
- A hiss of breath, faintly distorted beneath the confines of the toothsome mask as
- Rhalkyr lets out a brief sigh. "Passive." Middle finger bouncing up and down in minute motions upon
- the book in a distracted fashion, the hulking Human flicks a glance at the dirigible, eyes thinning
- to slits as he examines its cargo. Evidently electing to ignore the event, he simply places the
- cookie upon a thickly muscled thigh, and resumes, "Not, enough. Need, proactive approach." Lifting
- his hand, he makes a slow, grasping motion, fingers curling inwards with inexorable menace. "Take
- throat. Shake, into life." A pause, and then he adds, "Culture, is start. Writing, several works,
- already. Morale, important. But, not, enough."
- Cut into a vaguely avian shape, this palm-sized cookie has quite
- possibly been overbaked, its golden-brown color closer to toffee than
- normal, and flecked with something reddish that has caramelised into
- glossy chunks throughout the crumb to add a welcome variety of color and
- texture. A thick black liquorice glaze has been applied to the top,
- taking the shape of a cheeky crow, whose single candy eye glints in the
- available light as his long beak is forever frozen mid-caw.
- Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "What works are you writing? Such can be
- helpful, but often better as a group project. Or competition. Something which encourages more
- participants to strive for success."
- Rhalkyr flicks his left hand aside in a swift, cutting motion. "Many. Fables, of
- Crow aspects, for young. Fiction, of heroic Glomdoring, to rouse." A soft sound, torn at the edges,
- the noise tinged with amusement. "Most, of bounty list."
- -
- Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist smiles and says, "I would be interested in
- reading your tales of His Aspects, when you have progressed on them."
- -
- Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Have you spoken with Lillirallia at all?"
- Rhalkyr jerks his head in a brief nod. "Will show." Gesturing at Xenthos with a
- sharp twitch of his fingers, the ragged, guttural bass of his voice grows a shade darker, anger
- padding about the words lightly as a stalking tiger. "Yes. Compared to Magnagoran. Displeased."
- -
- Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "She is our newly-appointed Culture
- minister. The one prior ran a successful Festival of the Greeving not too very long past, but as you
- have noted, such things do need to be reinforced regularly."
- Rhalkyr grunts, obviously unimpressed. "Know this. Read logs, of commune events.
- Think will bring glory, to office?"
- -
- Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "She is young, and I think we could have
- benefitted from having others apply. But I have no reason to doubt her, either. Sometimes youth is
- good for such positions, to bring new energy and new ideas."
- In a voice as dry as the snapping of a dead branch, Rhalkyr remarks, "Glowing,
- endorsement." The black substance of the stripes that line his shoulder shift, undulating as the
- dense muscles move in a sinuous shrug. "Will be content, if stays, out of my way." Brushing his palm
- over the branch by his bare feet, his touch as affectionate as a lover's, continues, "Will make
- strong, lively. One way, or other." A glint of intensely vivid green as he looks to Xenthos, then
- away again. "Have heard, from Divines?"
- -
- Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Indeed. Lady Viravain spoke to the
- Commune not long ago, and I think to Her Order more regularly. Lord Nocht tends not to speak as
- much, but He is still present in the background."
- -
- Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "And Afollia would be the one to speak to
- of Her, if you wished to do so a bit less... directly."
- -
- With a high-pitched hoot, a great horned owl wings in and deposits stationery splotched with half
- -painted koi into your hands, then flaps off again.
- Nodding in a distracted fashion, Rhalkyr remarks, "No need. Prayed to both, in
- Fulcruxes. Will respond, if They will it. Or will not." He twitches an elbow in Xenthos's direction,
- asking, "And Predator?"
- Rhalkyr scowls at the departing owl, an irritated growl bubbling thickly up from
- this throat. "Dislike, mystery gifts."
- -
- Inhaling deeply, fingers tapping against the hilt of his katana once, Spirit Warden Xenthos
- An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "He is on a Hunt in the Void, and has been for some time. A very
- long time. Far out of touch."
- Placing the letter upon the booklet, Rhalkyr looks down at the colourful work,
- placing the fingers of either hand on each side of both tome and stationary, whereupon they
- delicately nudge the lighter paper into precise alignment with the edges of the booklet. Chin
- tilting at an odd angle, his gaze remains fixed upon it even as he addresses Xenthos. "Family,
- Xenthos?"
- Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "It's complicated. There are few
- An'Ryshes, but more Shee-Slaugh. My family is tied to the Shee-Slaugh through history and through
- blood."
- Twitching his head aside at this, Rhalkyr's eyes are wide and nearly lambent as
- they stare unwaveringly at the artfully painted koi. "Who, then, consider, true family? Children?
- Siblings? Spouse?"
- -
- Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "My spouse slumbers, and has for some
- century or two now. While I do miss her... I do have the Glomdoring. I have been with it since its
- birth. I have watched it grow, and flourish, from a small seedling to the waking of the greev
- itself."
- Silence receives Xenthos's words, a hungry and patient thing of textured stillness
- as Rhalkyr sits, motionless as a statue of bronze. Even as he speaks, the illusion is unbroken, by
- virtue of the obfuscation of his mask, denying any traitorous motion of unseen mouth, of hidden
- tongue. "Sounds, lonely."
- -
- Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist smiles and says, "If there's one thing I have
- never been in the Glomdoring, it is 'lonely.'"
- A pulsing, deeply grinding sound tears forth from Rhalkyr's chest, the sound only a
- very distant, monstrous cousin of what laughter should be. "A fine answer." Flicking a glance up at
- %Xenthos, then to Ilistala, he lifts his chin at the leopard and makes an interrogative grunt.
- Ilistala, an enormous leopard cracks open an eye from where she has been resting at the sudden
- noise, before closing it again, her tail curled up around her.
- -
- Xenthos pats Ilistala, an enormous leopard in a friendly manner.
- A loud rumbling emanates from Ilistala as she rubs against Xenthos.
- -
- Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to you, "We should be off to tend to a few
- things."
- -
- Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to you, "But I will be looking for those
- stories."
- Rhalkyr levers a hand up at the wrist, flicking his fingers in a farewell.
- "Enjoyed, conversation. Hunt well."
- -
- Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "And you, as well."
- -
- Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist smiles and says, "I do note that Afollia is
- awake, if you wish to speak to her, as well."
- -
- Ilistala melds into the shadows, quickly disappearing from view.
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