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- Chaotic sand patterns within a tiered rock garden.
- The air about them pulsing with a kaleidoscopic aura of serenity, Aschwar smiles softly at their
- surroundings.
- You see exits leading southwest, west, and northwest.
- You beam broadly at Aschwar.
- You give Aschwar a peck on the cheek.
- You say, "Brightest greetings once again, Beloved."
- Chaotic sand patterns within a tiered rock garden.
- Tiers of rock elevate different portions of this sizable garden, long grasses spilling over each
- level and across wide, pale granite paths trailing through and around the tiers to allow the terrace
- to be admired from all angles. Sustaining the resident plantlife, fountains and small streams have
- been constructed to mimic natural waterfalls and rivers, albeit in miniature size and contained
- within their rocky borders. Between these enclosed segments of garden span wide swaths of sand,
- interrupted here and there by small sculptures formed of balanced rocks. These sculptures offer a
- contrasting sense of discipline to the chaotic patterns raked into the sand around them, the lines
- confounding and nonsensical but never connecting, bewildering in their complexity but somehow
- aesthetically pleasing. A young cherry tree rises from one of the tiers at the far edge of the
- garden, fragrant pink petals scattered over its immediate environs. The air about them pulsing with
- a kaleidoscopic aura of serenity, Aschwar smiles softly at their surroundings.
- You see exits leading southwest, west, and northwest.
- Aschwar nods at you, smiling softly as you enters before simply handing you a rake. "Here. This is a
- goodly way to keep your mind in place while you are talking about important things." They point out
- to the patterned sand that exists around the rocks and say, "You can go over what I've made, it is
- okay."
- A shifting, living poppy of amber petals exudes the scent of fragrant oils as the petals begin to
- fold inward one by one. As they unfurl in the same manner, you notice that the petals have again
- changed colour, this time adapting a beautiful golden shade.
- Trading his broom for a rake, you say, "Much appreciated, Beloved. I always wondered how you made
- the stones ripple just so."
- Aschwar taps at the edge of the nearest tier with the end of their rake, and the sand shudders
- throughout; losing all sense of raked order and becoming once more as wild as the Skarch floor.
- Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.
- With a simple smile, Aschwar says, "I could make them look however I want, 'cos that is the Shofet's
- gift to me. In the Shifting City, I can have whatever I want."
- Setting rake tines to smooth sand, you say, "It's nice to do it by hand. It stills the mind a
- little."
- Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
- It is now the 11th of Juliary, 573 years after the Coming of Estarra.
- Aschwar nods as they sit themselves on the stone path leading up through the tiered hill, watching
- you quietly for several long moments before settling their rake across their folded legs, waiting
- patiently.
- Overhead, the sky is blotted out with the massive, rainbow-hued wings of a dreameater moth.
- Trying to balance on a stone and sweep the rake in a circle around it, you say, "I have enjoyed
- teaching my students immensely. It has helped me to grow. I am more than what I was, I think... Not
- particularly wise or clever but... more whole."
- You have emoted: Zeebin completed the first ring of rippling sand and begins to awkwardly step off
- of the rock, careful not to disturb the work already laid out in the sand.
- Aschwar watches the movements in the sand, still saying nothing as they patiently watch you.
- Leaning against the rake for a moment to view the first marks he has made, you say, "As always, I am
- troubled by doubts. Am I fit to teach? Do I know what I am doing? Do I understand the scope of the
- damage done to the golden child? It is my belief that Saffron is in the choice, and so I must choose
- to be untroubled, and to be confident."
- Their voice gentle and soothing, Aschwar says, "But you still doubt."
- Shaking his horned head as he begins the second ring of ripples, you say, "Saffron is the dawning,
- the truth and the telling, the manifestation, the celebration, the sharing to blue knowing. It is in
- making the decison and choosing what you choose... in... choosening... Grng. But... I have failed so
- many times. All I really know is that I am I."
- Aschwar considers your stumbling over words, and listens carefully, then asks, "What comes after
- Choice, Beloved?"
- Raking the sand with steady hands, you say, "Another choice. Again and again. The choice of Saffron
- is action. Manifestation and realisation. Any less and the choice would be but thought, adrift on a
- sea of Indigo."
- Aschwar ponders this for a few moments, and then simply says. "I choose to rake." They pointedly do
- not get up, and stare at you. "I choose to go practise swords." Once more, they do not move, sitting
- entirely still. "I choose to go and eat some of mister Binky's very good nuts." Yet again, they
- remain entirely motionless.
- Nodding slowly, you say, "Saffron manifests. Choose to rake and rake the rake. Choose to practise
- swords and then do it. Saffron is making your choice and then making it happen."
- Aschwar says, "And what happens when you make a choice, and then do not do the choice? If you are
- confused, and guess bad things, and doubt, and worry? Do you think your choice is being made very
- strongly into Will, or Truth?"
- Leaning on the rake, you say, "You see why I'd been unable to move past Indigo for so long? I dwell
- in a sea of maybes and what-ifs... I -think- I know the way, and I am trying to step boldly onto the
- shore, but I feel like I'm just waiting for the whole Saffron strand to sink back beneath the
- thrashing tides."
- Aschwar says, "So why do you think, then, that the Shofets chose Saffron to come back, and not
- Indigo?"
- Simply, Aschwar says, "He trusted it to you, after all. Do you think He made a mistake?"
- You have emoted: Zeebin shakes his horned head, exhaling ochreous smoke as he does so.
- Exhaling a soft jet of yellow flame as he returns to raking, you say, "Manifestation and waking and
- dawning and speaking, these are the things that I know Saffron to be. I -think- I know the answer to
- that, too... I think it's because Saffron is the way of choosing and -doing- and that is something
- the Beloved have been struggling with lately. I think Indigo sleeps because Indigo is genuinely
- dangerous, and can drag a heart into the depths, as it has me."
- You say, "The knowing and the dreaming and the inspiration and secrets... Indigo is not what the
- Order needs right now. Saffron light, Mama's beacon. A way to push us towards actually manifesting
- choices into the world."
- Aschwar places their elbows on their knees, resting their chin in their paws as they carefully watch
- your raking. After you have spoken, they let you rake for a little longer before asking, "Is what
- you know Saffron to be the same as what Saffron is?"
- Shaking his head, you say, "It was so badly damaged by the wound of Delusion. I know Indigo like the
- veins of my heart, and Saffron is its twin, its complement, its opposite. There are no doubt
- elements of Saffron that I do not know, could not know, without exploring them myself."
- Simply, their voice gentle and even, Aschwar says, "Are you sure?"
- Viewing the ripples in the sand with a somber expression, you say, "In the end, there are no paths
- and there are no colours beyond the infinite dance of perspective that forms the Will, obscuring the
- True Will that gleams beneath it all like a knife. When I say that I know Indigo, that I know
- Saffron, I know with utter certainty the path they have carved curling through my heart, the road
- that I follow is clear to me, even if I cannot yet show where it winds in an atlas. I am I, no more
- than that, and I am Saffron because I have chosen to be Saffron. I am Saffron because I am Saffron."
- Just as simply, and just as kindly, Aschwar says, "Then why do you doubt?"
- Smiling to himself as he resumes his raking, you say, "Because the sin of Saffron is pride, Beloved,
- and the sin of Indigo is stubbornness, and I do not wish to harm myself or my Beloved with either. I
- leave my chest torn open and visible so that They can reach in and strip out delusion before it
- reveals itself."
- The Shifting City fades around you. Your stomach drops into nothingness, falling endlessly before
- the surrounding buildings and streets recondense.
- Aschwar gestures towards you with a paw, their golden claws gleaming as the other remains cradling
- their head. "You are of Indigo, dreaming and thinking and mysteries. It is your nature. But Saffron
- leaves little room for this, Beloved, and to think too greatly is its enemy. You need not know why,
- you simply must know. When you question the choice, you muddy its purity, like pouring silt into
- water. By entertaining the concept of Delusion, you invite it."
- You have emoted: Zeebin pauses momentarily, as if stumbling upon something unexpected and
- uncomfortable. He glances towards you with a look of concern and swallows.
- Their voice entirely simple, and ringing with a hundred echoes suddenly that jar you in their
- complexity, Aschwar says, "Why do you think that mortals cannot perform the Yu Ken Leep, Beloved? It
- is because they think. They do not do. The thieves need naught but His word that it can be done, and
- they choose to do. So they can.""
- Continuing to rake, now with a slight tremble in his fingers, you say, "I... Is... is that what I've
- been missing? I could do that ardently for Indigo. I looked Them in the face and told Them no."
- As you look towards Aschwar, you see their shadow rise from the ground, enormous and looming and
- entirely owl-shaped as it stares down at you with a peering, singular intensity that is not present
- in the tae'dae's eyes. Twin mirrors of kindness and expectance, gentleness and hostility. A
- challenge and a question in two different sets of eyes.
- You have emoted: Zeebin turns to look to Aschwar and freezes, seeing Beloved and shadow.
- Aschwar's eyes are gleaming pools of emerald and amber, glowing with unfound power as their voice
- echoes in a pale imitation of the Most Beloved's. You remember, briefly, the story told to you by
- your mother: how this child exists now as the living Book of Mysrai. "It is your nature. You are
- Indigo."
- Colour leaving his face as he makes his choice, you say, "I am I, Beloved Aschwar, no matter the
- colour. I claim Saffron."
- Aschwar's head tilts curiously to the side, and they simply ask, "Again?" The shadowy owl, born of
- saffron energy and eyes that are struck through with void-black, twinkling stars mirrors the motion,
- though its head swivels upon its axle and its eyes narrow with such intensity that you are certain
- that darkness mirrors every sin in your heart.
- Swallowing hard as he nods, you say, "I claimed the duty, the passing of secret knowledge. Now, I
- choose myself. I am Saffron. I am Indigo. I am I. I will not be torn apart by my True Will - it will
- tear apart anything that stands in my way."
- You say, "Including vice. Including sin. Including delusion."
- Aschwar's eyes close, softly, and you are left alone with the brilliant saffron owl.
- You have emoted: Zeebin kneels before the owl, heart beating loudly in his chest.
- In brilliance, it expands, growing larger and larger, staring at you with eyes that threaten to
- consume and swallow all the light that even it creates. Fathomless, empty, and demanding is the
- darkness stat stares back at you. There is nothing beyond this light, nothing beyond this darkness.
- So simple a concept. To choose. To surrender utterly and wholly to that choice. In these eyes, you
- see naught but your own failures, and you know them to be legion and multitude. From each slip of
- the tongue in conversation to each betrayal of trust, they play before you in rapid succession. Each
- echoing the same, harrowing thought. You CHOSE them. You CHOSE this.
- You have emoted: Zeebin exhales plumes of white smoke as he stares into the eyes of his Divine,
- resolute in his choice.
- You are you, the echoing mantra rings in your mind weakly after each mistake brought to bear before
- the brilliant and unerring flames. Yet you wonder yet if this is the choice that He intended. You
- wonder if you ever can truly attempt to know His mind, or any of His thoughts, as the brilliant
- hieroglyphs that begin to trail down from the owl singe your flesh where they touch and cause awful,
- blackened feathers to sprout and fall away.
- You think to yourself: No doubt, Zeebin. Just like they said. Choose Them. Choose Love. Choose Will.
- Choose yourself.
- In the brilliant saffron light that has blocked out all sight of the rest of the Shifting City, and
- lain open the wound in your chest for closer dissection, you wonder yet if there is aught to be
- done. Then, in the back of your mind, you hear the quiet, soft voice of a tae'dae, not even out of
- adolescence and no longer echoing as their voice asks, "Will you choose to know? Even if you should
- fall?"
- You murmur, "Oh Beloved... I could never help but to know myself..."
- The pain of each saffron hieroglyph is no longer noticeable as they continue to fall like the fiery
- eruptions of Zoaka upon a doomstruck world, bathing your skin in ecstatic heat that melts away flesh
- and bone; boiling your eyes from your head and leaving naught but ash in their wake. The exquisite
- agony your body experiences is surpassed entirely by the sheer realisation of a profoundly simple
- truth; that in the mind of Chaos, you were chosen for your imperfection. You were chosen because you
- would fail. You were chosen because you would continue, in spite of this.
- You have been slain by a glipse of Chaos.
- A swirling force begins to tug at your soul and the world spins around you.
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- (-6540h, 100.0%)
- Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
- (p) 0h, 8790m, 6540e, 0p ex-(-150m, 1.7%)
- Your soul is flung back to the prime material plane. Slowly, a skeleton forms from the aether, and
- muscles appear upon the bones, bubbling up in a frothy spray of blood. Finally, new skin stretches
- out and covers your new body, and you step out from the Eternal Flame.
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- Before the Eternal Flame.
- Eritheyl gives a miniature platter of crystal sugar candy to you.
- You have emoted: Zeebin blinks in confusion, touching his chest, his arms, his head, feeling the
- curvature of his eyes.
- Eritheyl Ryseni says to you, "Yes, you're all here. Each and every beautiful inch."
- You have emoted: Zeebin reaches for his poppy with trembling fingers, afraid that he might find it missing.
- Slender lengths of brilliant, rubescent voidcopper enmesh themselves in a stem of flowing,
- calligraphic form supporting the nodding head of the blossom. A spray of curling, metallic leaflets
- support the delicate living petals of the poppy flower as the golden segments nod and shiver
- together. Sparks of subtle rainbow light play off of this shifting artifice, little more than
- ripples of oil over water, and a curious murmuring of energies plays in the bowl of the blossom,
- setting the flower to a slow, shifting fluttering.
- It is strangely weightless.
- It does not retain any heat whatsoever.
- It bears the distinctive mark of the Divine Order of Mysrai, the Thief of Hidden Apogees.
- It has the following aliases: poppy, pin.
- Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "* a gentle thrum and soft pastel colors * ... hope
- everything ... I hope you are O-K, Beloved! I am here if you need me!"
- You have emoted: Zeebin finally begins to move about, slowly, agonisingly as if rediscovering how to
- walk for the first time.
- Stammering, you say, "H-how... O-ouch. M-m-my head-d...."
- An echoing voice arises abruptly, and a soft caress of silken veils brushes your skin, whispering to
- you in foreign, lilting syllables, "In the power of Choice, Will is born. Saffron's purity is
- mirrored only in babes and the truly Enlightened. Your failure is expected, and mortal. Your next
- choice must be made of your own true Will."
- Shadowy feathers slither across the floor and through the air, rising like a coiling, serpentine
- mass. Solidifying, the owlish face of Mysrai emerges from within as His head swivels unnaturally to
- face you.
- Eritheyl bows respectfully to Mysrai.
- You kneel before Mysrai, swearing your allegiance to Him.
- Sparks of vibrant energy spring up around you as Mysrai clicks His beak together several times,
- turning His head to an impossible angle in what could easily be either disappointment or humour.
- His great voice echoing in a thousand, chest-shakingly beautiful baritones, Mysrai, the Thief of
- Hidden Apogees says, "Make your Choice an entertaining one. You were so certain, after all, that I
- chose correctly."
- Mysrai, the Thief of Hidden Apogees has bestowed His divine truefavour upon you. It will last for 30
- months.
- Mysrai graciously grants you entrance into the Divine Order of Mysrai, the Thief of Hidden Apogees.
- Congratulations, and may you serve your God well.
- **********[ THE DIVINE ORDER OF MYSRAI, THE THIEF OF HIDDEN APOGEES ]**********
- Faithful Position OC MC IC
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- Zeebin of the First Paradigm Yes Yes --
- With a toothy smile, you say, "How could I do anything else?"
- Mysrai's eyes stare dispassionately towards you as a third eye peels open within your forehead, the
- voidstruck energy there flecked with saffron eyes that stare forward ceaselessly. A perfect, if
- pale, imitation of His own.
- l me
- Attars of hyssop, pearl and sacred basil eclipse two alert and curious eyes in a nacreous halo,
- deepening the lurid indigo of each iris as they note your attention in the space of a single blink.
- With a slender skull, ridged eyebrows, four horns and long, toothy maw, he is a fierce illuminated
- dracnari, who has adorned himself with religious fervour. Lapis lazuli fills scrimshaw heirogylphs
- along each bone-white horn, detailing celestial bodies, wheels of flame and the dance of birds,
- while shades of black and blue beyond bruises stain his fingers and hands with the indelible proof
- of his devotion. Each golden scale has been rubbed with oils to shine, flashing with liquid
- brightness like spilled sunlight even as beads of dull amber resin and lines of sapphire dust chart
- alien constellations across his body, while his sinuous tail drags behind him like the trail of a
- comet. Labyrinths of powdered indigo, cassia and camphor painstakingly wend endless trails across
- his body in inconsistent shades, veering from ruddy and metallic to chalky white to brilliant blue.
- Though relatively tall for a dracnari, his emaciated frame speaks to long periods of isolation and
- meditation, suggesting a frailty of body that his bearing and demeanour deny. A single voidstruck
- eye, full of brilliant saffron stars, stares out from the middle of his forehead.
- His great voice echoing in a thousand, chest-shakingly beautiful baritones, Mysrai, the Thief of
- Hidden Apogees says, "In Indigo's shadows."
- Sparks of vibrant energy spring up around you as Mysrai clicks His beak together several times,
- turning His head to an impossible angle in what could easily be either disappointment or humour.
- Turning in upon Himself, Mysrai dissolves into a flurry of feathers that break apart and slither
- away into nearby shadows.
- You have emoted: Zeebin blinks with his ordinary pair of eyes, reaching up to gently feel about his
- new third eye with keen interest.
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