You think to yourself: Just... don't -die-.

Beneath glimmering veins of amethyst.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. The cavernous floor comes to an enclosed space here as it narrows towards a delicate veil of shadows. Dim light filters in from outside, barely piercing the shadows that cling to the cavern walls. Dark stones covers the walls, and the walls are lined with veins of shimmering amethyst. The violet gems wind along the walls in circuitous patterns, reflecting what little light there is in the area. Billowing like a cloth in a gentle breeze, a veil of shadows covers a wall of the cavern here.
You see exits leading north, northeast, east, and through a delicate veil of shadows.

You purse your lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as you carefully gather your thoughts.

---> look me

Small and cheery, she is a glistening mugwump tidal demigoddess of axolotl descent with pearly skin and six mauve-tinted frills. Her stature is not unnatural for a mugwump, barely above 4'3" and sturdily built. A bob of magenta hair flows from her scalp, adorned with shiny knickknacks, small origami, and albino feathers. Carefully woven, a single braid hangs from her disheveled bangs, affectionately clipped with a small, sapphire bead. Affixed to one frill is a tiny set of bone chimes, so small that it almost seems like an earring. Her skin has a soft, oily sheen akin to most mugwumps, but strangely enough, the skin becomes abruptly dry and brittle in some places. Most notable are her forearms and eyes, her pale complexion discolored to an uncomfortable gritty beige. Glittering mists soothe the damaged areas, ebbing and flowing in a constant tide across her skin. Frozen fog clings to her eyelashes like gems, shimmering and shifting with each blink. Clouded, milky grey eyes gleam at a certain angles, her gaze glowing with a vibrant inner light. Her warm grin reveals normal teeth with suspiciously wooden canines, while tree bark clings to the soles of her webbed feet. A long, thick tail lined with a frilled fin twitches occasionally behind her, stirring up dust and litter with each sweep. The pale frills that would usually extend from her tail tip are torn and scarred, the wounds long since healed.
She is wearing:
Immaculate Prayer Beads of the Empyreal Goddess wrapped reverently around her bandaged right hand
a pair of thin spectacles tinted to reduce incoming light
a hat of sensational blooming
a silken blouse of dragonfly embroidery
a dangling lily pad earring through her left ear - like frill
a gentle water lily brooch proudly securing a leaf-green woollen blanket in place
a leaf-green woollen blanket pinned over a dark moss-green linen shirt like a shawl
a silver necklace set with star sapphires
a glass ampoule of bottled starlight hanging securely from her waist
the Mantle of Starlight hung about her waist like a starry skirt
a water lily stud through her right ear - like frill
a frost-touched white rose wedding ring

You think to yourself: Never your smartest moment, no.

You reach out and gently brush your hand against a delicate veil of shadows. Your senses suddenly dull as you feel yourself pulled into the entrancing darkness. As your senses return, you find yourself beneath a beautiful night sky.

The Fulcrux of Nocht.
The image of a beautiful nighttime sky has been stretched across the fulcrux. Dim stars struggle futilely to compete with the terrifying beauty of Mother Night. The ethereal image wavers on occasion, the sky rippling like water in a pond. A lonely hill covered in tall grass leads up to a single shrine. Behind the shrine stands a large blackthorn tree. The tree is taller than most of its kind, extending upwards rather than outwards. Delicate blossoms shower down from its branches, creating a flurry of white petals and filling the air with the pungent scent of wyrden foliage. A complex series of stones orbit around a stygian orb here. A rippling image of a beautiful night sky has been magically wrapped around the fulcrux here. Reverently laid before the shrine in a sheath of starlight and shadow, the Sidereal Mantle of Ailustris emanates Divine power here. A dramatic yet elegant cloak has been discarded here in a disarray of dark fur, silken ribbons, and star-strewn golden chains.
You see a single exit leading through an image of the night sky.

---> p cloak

Flowing to the floor in an unbroken line, this cloak's base is that of
an oppressive black, shrouding the wearer. Black wolf fur has been
stitched around the high collar, granting the shoulders the illusion of
bulk when worn, the mantle ending mid-shoulder blade. Attached
underneath the fur are seven silk ribbons, each starting dusk purple at
the shoulders before giving way to amethyst, indigo, and finally deep
black, bleeding into the black cloak beneath. Each ribbon has been
stitched with fluid gold lines at the very hems, catching on the light
with every movement. Accompanying the ribbons are seven golden chains
hanging from the spaces between them, with small gold stars attached at
random intervals.
It has 71 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 1 pounds and 8 ounce(s).
It has a trade valuation of worthless.
It has a warmth factor of 5.
The beauteous craftsmanship of Wyrden Haruspex Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk radiates throughout it.
It has been stamped with the seal of The Raventhread Tailoring Cartel.
This item exists on the following clothing slots: Neck - Overwear.
It has the following aliases: cloak.

You glance askance at a sumptuous cloak mantled in fur and dripping aureate chains.

Echoed by rippling waters, you murmur, "That must be Esei's work, yesly..."

You have emoted: Cheliyi crouches down next to a sumptuous cloak mantled in fur and dripping aureate chains, never truly settling down. She inspects it with silent curiosity, leaning back and forth to get a better appraisal of it without disturbing the cloth.

---> p mantle

Grasping shadows linger and take hold of this exquisite cloak of Night, a constellation of stars drifting across its tenebrous silk with an empyreal beauty. Like misty diamonds, each captured star twinkles brilliantly in the darkness as if plucked from the heavens, arranging and rearranging in endless, ephemeral formations. There is an enchanting quality to the fluid way the cloak ripples with its every movement, at once inky, opaque, and shimmering in its fragile resplendence. A single radiant star serves as the clasp for this heavy mantle, its seven points glaring with cold illumination.
You feel compelled to TOUCH the Sidereal Mantle of Ailustris.

You reach out and touch the Sidereal Mantle of Ailustris.
The air of the fulcrux suddenly whips about violently as you feel the gaze of the Silent Lord fall upon you as soon as your hands touch the mantle.

You curl your nose up and grimace awfully.

You have emoted: Cheliyi does not shiver, though she rubs away the goosebumps that now line her exposed skin.

You sigh quietly, frills drooping as your tail sags.

You offer up The Sacred Pyres' Opalescent Brazier of Lofty Supremacy to Nocht, the Silent.

Kneeling humbly, you press your palms together before you and close your eyes momentarily as you pray devoutly to Nocht, the Silent, "I hope You find good health.".

You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.

You think to yourself: **more emotions writhe beneath your lips, anger, despair, disgust. but you cannot harden your heart, no matter how hard you try. Fine. Let Him choke on your kindness, or something like thats.**.

You have emoted: Cheliyi stares at the master shrine of Nocht with a grim expression, her frilled tail lashing back and forth with agitation.

You think to yourself: Just... don't -die-.

You glance askance.

You stand before the wavering image of the night sky, your arms spread wide. In an instant, shadowy tendrils shoot out and wrap around as they forcibly drag you into the image. All fades to black before you are suddenly hurled into a dark cavern.