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- A familiar hollow-toned voice intrudes upon your thoughts, "Hello, little one..."
- In the midst of clambering up the branches of the Ravenwood, Rhalkyr grows still,
- head cocking as if hearing a noise.
- The branches tremble beneath your fingers as the soft voice whispers in your mind, "I heard your
- prayer, and I see you've already helped claim one more servant for the Wyrd."
- You think to yourself: A deliberately muted furor of wild, ecstatic emotion, a hushed whispering of
- reverence - though laced through with the subtle threads of discomfort, and aching shame. "Beloved,
- Silent One." A pause, and then a mental shrug. "Set, upon path. Took steps, of her own. Proud."
- Rhalkyr caresses the quivering branches adoringly, calloused fingers rasping across
- the rough bark.
- The soft voice ripples idly through your thoughts, easily brushing against the threads of discomfort
- buried within, "There is no need for modesty, little one. If it is done for the Wyrd, then delight
- in whatever part you had in bringing it to pass. Elexia..." the voice pauses, a sensation akin to
- repulsion or anger briefly touching your own mind, "dearest Maylea has a firm grasp upon her soul.
- Be cautious. Anything involving the Bloom of Serenity involves significant danger."
- You think to yourself: The idle touch stills the discomfort, as a reverse of a finger sending
- ripples out to disturb the smooth surface of a quiescent lake. "Yes, Silent One. Joyous, to have,
- another flower, for the garden." A flicker of savage satisfaction, a flash of teeth. "One, from, a
- lesser one, makes, sweeter, still." An instinctive hunching at the sense, the brush of the feelings
- causing the creatures of his mindscape to flinch down as if struck. "Yes. Will, take care. Still,
- would want to have, if possible?"
- A cascade of rippling spasms flows down Rhalkyr's form, the dense musculature
- twitching as his fingers tighten upon the branches.
- Ripples of cruel amusement play across your thoughts, "Yes..." the voice whispers. "As for your
- offered gift, I will leave it to you. I am curious what you would do with your prize. A word of
- advice - a promise is a powerful thing to have. It can be used to control and bind as easily as it
- can be used to unite. I would not be too quick to spend its potential."
- You think to yourself: A gradual easing of the lingering tension. "Gratitude, Silent One, for
- advice." A long pause, devoid of sound, but rich with the mad flurry of bright, sharp thought -
- which cuts at the self as often as without, a taut, coiling sense of shame slithering about the
- mortal mind. Slowly, with much self-recrimination weighing the words down. "Silent One? Would
- ask...Advise. On, decision, to make. Heart, torn asunder. Do not, know. Path, to take."
- There is no voice this time, just a faint impression of curiosity followed by a patient silence.
- You think to yourself: Within the secret, innermost heart of the silken, shadow-bathed jungle that
- forms his mind, a waterfall. Behind the thundering, atramentous screen of the mighty flow, a cave, a
- home. At the back wall of the warm, intimately comfortable space, a series of carved wooden statues.
- The focus is upon the two uppermost, which have been carved with aching care and reverence. The Lady
- Viravain, and the Lord Silent. Crouched before both, an immense tiger, though the massive creature
- is diminished by the way it hunches in on itself, staring agonised between the two figures. "Cannot,
- join, both. Would not, insult, either. Love, both. More, than anything. How, to choose? Impossible."
- The disconcerting feeling of your thoughts being twisted about briefly overwhelms, as if they were
- being inspected by another. After several moments a hollow, soft "Hmmm..." fills your mind, twisting
- its way over and under and between your anxious thoughts. "Perhaps..." the voice suddenly whispers,
- "The fact that it is causing you such distress means you are not yet ready to decide. I see facets
- of you suited towards Myself, yes. But also facets suited for dearest Viravain, and even Manteekan
- and Shikari, though They do not wander the Basin at the moment. Take your time if there are doubts.
- For when you make that promise there should be none. As I've already said..." the soft voice murmurs
- as tendrils of shadows wrap around you like fast-growing vines. "A promise is a powerful thing, and
- I promise you neither of Us will be pleased with a broken one."
- Soft whispers filter up into the trees as you feel your mind become yours alone once more.
- You think to yourself: The words are paid rapt attention, an intense and feverish regard mingling
- with impossibly deep wells of love, devotion, and belief, of such a degree that they have long since
- ventured far into the realms of madness. No resistance whatsoever is offered to the Divine presence,
- the alien sensation uncomfortable, but as welcome as scalding water to a man dying of the cold - a
- craving for something satisfied far, far in excess, and all the more enrapturing for it. Resolutely,
- despite the doubts that plague and bite like vermin, in a voice as deep as the shifting earth, but a
- great deal more immovable, "Promise made, is promise kept."
- Nocht, the Silent has bestowed His divine truefavour upon you. It will last for 1 month.
- He remains unmoving for a time, with even the soundless beating of his fingers upon
- his breast falling still as he stares, unseeing, at the bough of the Ravenwood. Rhalkyr hangs there
- like a carving of some misbegotten child of man and beast, poised as he is in the midst of scaling
- the tree, with only the faint rise and fall of his chest providing any indication that he is a
- living thing. Abruptly, he lunges down, springing away from the tree in a surge of sudden energy,
- and is gone.
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