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- The Fulcrux of Li-varili.
- A comforting feeling of privacy pervades the area. Captivatingly aquamarine shallows rest in
- preternatural stillness, secluded amidst this sultry, tropical lagoon. Beneath the water's crystal
- surface, visible roots stand unburied and upright, arching into mangroves like cages for the sinuous
- shadows intermittently threading between their aquatic bars. These spindly trees both shelter and
- protect the intimate space beneath their lushly snarled canopies, their boughs dripping with woven
- veils of tender fireweed blossoms, petals wafting a grassy scent into the saltwater air. As the
- forest finds purchase on sandy soil about the perimeter, its trunks cluster more thickly together,
- forbidding exploration with treacherous footing - and forging a dark, claustrophobic prison out of
- its labyrinthine overgrowth. A coarse island shrine rises from the centre of the shallow pool,
- bromeliads bursting about it in glorious adoration of the Lady of the Lagoons. Humming a honeyed
- melody to herself, Oinone watches her surroundings with thinly veiled amusement. Languorously bathed
- in the waters here, Iaira studies you, her gaze half-lidded.
- You see a single exit leading through a tangled curtain of fireweed blossoms.
- You have recovered balance on all limbs.
- Wreathed in lush waterfalls of lilac blue hair, this nereid possesses a captivating beauty in both
- physical appearance and her voice, oft lifted in singsong melody. Her upper body is that of a
- healthy woman, her dusky indigo skin glistening with rippling striations, patterned like sunlight
- glancing off water. Languidly trailing below, her lower half forms a piscine tail, its fireweed pink
- scales flashing violet, like glittering amethysts whose gemstone hues likewise sparkle upon her
- frilled, watercolour-streaked fin. A puckish twist to her dark, pouty lips belies her every word,
- whether uttered or sung, as do her lidded eyes, grey like the most vicious of hurricanes, twinkling
- with otherworldly mischief no matter what might win her attention.
- Oinone, the blithesome nereid has an air of extreme strength.
- Eminent self-confidence marks the bearing of this bewitching nereid, her every sedate gesture filled
- with vain conceit. Unruly hair the colour of fathomless night tumbles down her back and mats against
- her cheeks, framing exquisite, sweetheart features with its dampened curls. Burnished like liquid
- gold, her upper body glows with radiant vitality, nary a blemish marring her supple skin and
- enchanting appearance. At the waist, her shapely physique curves into a piscine tail, its scales the
- feverish red of bromeliads, its silken fin lazily fanning the waters in which she prowls. Quiet
- hunger seethes within her violet gaze, veiled behind a curtain of thick eyelashes and feigned
- disinterest.
- Iaira, the covetous nereid has an air of extreme strength.
- Suddenly disturbing the waters, a menacing shadow vanishes deeper into the gloomy shade of
- mangroves.
- Baleful, feminine laughter ripples from the impenetrable shadows of night.
- Stepping through the trailing curtain of fireweed, Avaris's taloned feet sink into
- the shallow waters, sending splashing ripples out as he surveys the lagoon, antennae swiveling. The
- light-forged, stylised eyes of his wings rove about warily, even as the majority of their focus
- fixes upon the two nereids, thinning with displeasure.
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "Nereids."
- "The most beautiful beings in all the world," Oinone, the blithesome nereid says, her hurricane eyes
- sparkling with tempestuous delight. "You agree, of course."
- A note of contempt sliding into the chorus of his words, Avaris does not deign to
- look upon Oinone, the blithesome nereid with his natural eyes, instead facing forward.
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "I have heard there is something one might do to
- aid the Lady Li-varili."
- Iaira, the covetous nereid's violet eyes flash with fevered devotion. "Li-varili is as a Mother to
- us, and I will not see Her remain ensorcelled any longer."
- With a sharp gesture, Iaira, the covetous nereid says, "She is hale, and we must awaken Her."
- Dryly, you say, "Indeed? And how might interested parties strive to awaken your Mother from Her
- slumber?"
- Iaira, the covetous nereid's violet eyes narrow with scorn. "That She would be trapped upon the
- Goddess Lantra's healing mound beggars belief. Her enemies must work in concert to overpower Her
- thusly, and so must we."
- A distant, haunting voice echoes through the trees and over the water, bewitching the senses with
- its melancholic song.
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- Avaris's visored face slowly tracks to Iaira, the covetous nereid, his featureless
- visage betraying nothing of his reaction.
- In an even voice, if a shade cool, you say, "Trapped, is She? What, precisely, do you believe the
- Lady Lantra is doing to Her?"
- Oinone, the blithesome nereid thrashes her tail in the water, her eyes glittering with turbulent
- emotion as her smile slips from her cheeks. "The Goddess Lantra cannot keep Her trapped forever. We
- must free Her - there is absolutely no one else who might succeed, absolutely no one! Help me gather
- offerings to awaken Her."
- The sky lightens as Father Sun approaches the horizon, revealing a maelstrom of dark grey clouds
- wreathing the firmament in a funereal shroud.
- You think to yourself: "Deluded aberrations. So very like their Mother."
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you ask, "What sort of help do you ask for?"
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- "You would like to help us, hmm?" Iaira, the covetous nereid flashes you a white, tooth-filled grin.
- "Help me, mortal. We will reach our Mother through word and deed with this conch shell, not useless
- trinkets."
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- You think to yourself: "Ah, yes. Avaris, famed champion of nereids everywhere, stalwart advocate of
- the Lady Li-varili's wellbeing."
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "A conch shell, you say?"
- Iaira, the covetous nereid's eyes burn with glee as she relinquishes a wickedly spiked conch shell
- into your possession. "The spell is simple enough for even a mortal to grasp," she explains. "Prick
- your fingertips against the conch's spikes but thrice, then speak the words you would have our
- Mother hear."
- "Slowly, though," Iaira, the covetous nereid warns with pitiless mirth. "The shell is rather
- hungry."
- [HINT]: Brush your FINGERTIPS against the conch shell to begin the enchantment.
- As though chiselled from a generous and perfect sample of bloodstone, this flawlessly preserved
- conch shell drowns in murksome, moody tones. Its abyssal green body spirals in on itself, bumps and
- crevices stained by sanguine veins and splotches at irregular intervals. While evenly-spaced spikes
- jealously thrust outward, pricking even the most cautious of fingers, the inside feels like silk
- against the cheek, perfect for nestling against an ear. Like echoes across water, a wordless song
- teases at the very edge of hearing, its hauntingly disembodied chorus conveying a hint of the
- enchantment gripping this pelagic carapace.
- It weighs about 1 pounds and 0 ounce(s).
- It has the following aliases: conch, shell.
- [HINT]: You may LISTEN to the conch to hear the voices within.
- Lifting the conch in one massive, plated hand, Avaris turns it slowly about as he
- examines it in silence, antennae shifting towards it inquisitively.
- Cradling a wickedly spiked conch shell gingerly in the cup of your palm, you lift its mouth to your
- ear, shutter your gaze, and listen:
- As steady as a drumming heartbeat, a humid tide rises within a wickedly spiked conch shell like
- agitated waves, cresting and roiling. Above the tumult, a watery echo rises: "By the power of this
- conch and the she'nasim, may this message reach our Lady Li-varili. Lady of the Lagoon, hear our
- call! We, Your chosen and Your daughters seek Your presence once more! May Your Rage and Hatred be
- made manifest within the Basin once again, with our collective might behind You. Hear us, Lady--the
- Spirit of the Sea needs You!"
- You think to yourself: "Ah, the raving of lunatics, directly into my ear. How pleasant."
- Cradling a wickedly spiked conch shell gingerly in the cup of your palm, you lift its mouth to your
- ear, shutter your gaze, and listen:
- As steady as a drumming heartbeat, a humid tide rises within a wickedly spiked conch shell like
- agitated waves, cresting and roiling. Above the tumult, a watery echo rises: "Will You let the
- Empyreal control You? Trap You? Wake, Lady of Lagoons, wake from Your prison. Come soothe Your
- scared child, the Sea Spirit awaits You. Don't let them keep a mother from their child!"
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- The golden, bladed fingers that grasp the conch grate upon the abyssal surface with
- an unpleasant, metallic sound as Avaris's grip tightens upon it.
- You think to yourself: A surge of anger, indignation crackling to life within him. "I am faced,
- again and again, with the staggering idiocy of mortals. How can they look upon what my Lady does,
- and doubt the Purity of Her intent? They should all burn for this."
- Cradling a wickedly spiked conch shell gingerly in the cup of your palm, you lift its mouth to your
- ear, shutter your gaze, and listen:
- As steady as a drumming heartbeat, a humid tide rises within a wickedly spiked conch shell like
- agitated waves, cresting and roiling. Above the tumult, a watery echo rises: "Rise, Lady of the
- Bloodtide. Remember our bond through essence and power, and let not the Elders keep you restrained
- and shackled. You do not need the Eye of Dynara for You have strength from reservoirs yet untapped.
- Focus, and return to us Lady of the Lagoons!"
- (Celestial Gathering): Kennian says, "Haegan! Do you have golden lips for tomorrow?"
- You think to yourself: "Elders, plural? I do not recall seeing any lending aid to my Lady in Her
- efforts, even though She wearies. Would that They did."
- (Celestial Gathering): Soterasiel says, "What's tomorrow?"
- (Celestial Gathering): Romaan says, "I believe he does."
- (Celestial Gathering): Romaan says, "Hunt time."
- (Celestial Gathering): Kennian says, "If not it's my turn for the gift so no one else get them for
- him!"
- Cradling a wickedly spiked conch shell gingerly in the cup of your palm, you lift its mouth to your
- ear, shutter your gaze, and listen:
- As steady as a drumming heartbeat, a humid tide rises within a wickedly spiked conch shell like
- agitated waves, cresting and roiling. Above the tumult, a watery echo rises: "Wisdom and rage,
- cunning and beauty/ We follow you truly, in love and in duty./ Hear us oh Lady, rise from this
- dream,/ Wake oh adored Lady, make the basin scream."
- (Celestial Gathering): Kennian says, "Gonna make Haegan a demi!"
- (Celestial Gathering): Soterasiel says, "I love you all :)"
- (Celestial Gathering): Romaan says, "Who is after Haegan?"
- Shafts of pale morning light pierce through the gloom from Father Sun's crown as it peeks over the
- world's edge, announcing a new day.
- (Celestial Gathering): Kennian says, "Lidon probably."
- (Celestial Gathering): Lidon says, "Huh?"
- (Celestial Gathering): Kennian says, "What level are you?"
- You think to yourself: Disgust, thick and powerful as the currents of a clear river. "Make the basin
- scream? What is ~wrong~ with these people? Why do they glory in pain and suffering? They are mad.
- Utterly mad."
- Cradling a wickedly spiked conch shell gingerly in the cup of your palm, you lift its mouth to your
- ear, shutter your gaze, and listen:
- As steady as a drumming heartbeat, a humid tide rises within a wickedly spiked conch shell like
- agitated waves, cresting and roiling. Above the tumult, a watery echo rises: "You are the goddess
- who endures. You are the goddess who will have it all. Will you let those who fought You sit by Your
- side with their pity and false affection? Will You let the Empyreal keep You imprisoned? Lulled into
- docility? Wake, Lady of Lagoons. Wake, powerful goddess, mother of the Sea and the nereid. Wake and
- let those who stood against You tremble in fear."
- (Celestial Gathering): Lidon says, "71."
- (Celestial Gathering): Kennian says, "Yeah - next up to bat."
- Eyes half-closed, Oinone, the blithesome nereid hums a strain of deliriously sweet music to herself.
- (Celestial Gathering): Kennian says, "Everyone likes making demis 'round here."
- (Celestial Gathering): Lidon says, "Ahh."
- Avaris's attention shifts briefly from the conch to Oinone, the blithesome nereid,
- antennae flattening into sanguine blades.
- (Celest): Romaan (from the Aetherways) says, "Stand strong, New Celest."
- (Celest): Lidon says, "Be safe Romaan."
- You think to yourself: "The Goddess who endures. Quite the claim, when my Lady is the One with true
- Fortitude."
- You tilt your head and listen intently.
- You are holding:
- a beryl encrusted coral wand, a sensible leather valise, 2 turquoise pipes with oceanic motifs, a
- mechanical cane, a holy coral lamp, The Redwood Cornucopia of Flowing Tulips, an energy cube, an
- emerald wand topped with diamonds, a transplanar cubix, an ornate cherub skull vial, a luminous font
- of healing waters, A Diminutive Brazier of Gleaming, a veiled idol of the Empyreal Goddess, a cedar
- curiobox, a Scroll of Healing, a portable incineration bin, a nebulous vial of coruscating water, a
- deluxe burger, a rosewood-bound esoteric booklet, a pretty violet letter, a shining celestial ring,
- A Gaudy Saddle of the Sentinel, a leather bound book of pressed blossoms, a group of 10 bags of
- oats, 2 aether room boxes, an aromatic platter of orange chicken, snow peas, and rice, a capricious
- umbrella, a white standard, a bright crimson star lotus, a Disc of Beauty, a Disc of Life.
- You are wearing:
- a pair of ivory angel wings, a thin diamond bracelet, a thin sapphire band, a radiant fieldplate of
- brilliant gold, an armband of tangled leaves and thorns, 2 smooth pearl rings, a beryl eagle brooch,
- a clear ring, an onyx and pearl ring, a Pendant of Celestial Transcendence, a cobalt sky guardian's
- sash, Binoculars of Clairvoyance, Immaculate Prayer Beads of the Empyreal Goddess, a ring of
- aetheric quickening, a silvered mantle of the drawn blade, a faceted pair of crystalline ears, a
- Sacred Crown of the Guardian, Golden Wings of Fair Eroee, an Elemental Cloak, a circlet of crystal
- thorns, Boots of the Wanderer, a conical, nexus headdress, a pair of aviator's goggles, a Brooch of
- Angels, a set of clockwork goggles, a snobby snoot, a Brooch of the Tempest, a circlet of black
- thorns, a Brooch of the Night, a Brooch of Twisted Flesh, a glowing gold tongue stud, a Brooch of
- the Moon, a Brooch of Antlers, a Brooch of Precise Gems, a Brooch of Elemental Air, Crystal Boots of
- Berserk Swiftness, a Brooch of Elemental Earth, a Brooch of Elemental Water, a Brooch of Demons, a
- pair of horn-rimmed spectacles, a celestial mark of the Empyreal, a glass ampoule of bottled
- starlight, a white imperial scabbard, 2 black scabbards with a gold horn, a white leather scabbard
- bearing a silver cross.
- You have 23 types of item in the rift and 8 types of fluid in the liquid rift.
- You possess 81 items and are carrying 66,315 gold sovereigns.
- You greet Iaira, the covetous nereid with a sincere smile.
- Iaira, the covetous nereid looks up at you, a wickedly spiked conch shell clutched in her hands.
- Slowly, her lips curve into a smile dripping with dark amusement. "Come to help me awaken Mother
- from the trap woven by the White, have you? Then we will sing to Her directly through this precious
- conch. Surely She will hear our voices if we do."
- [1] (say) Let me help you with your conch shell.
- (Celest): Lidon says, "Is there a power minister on?"
- (Celest): Kennian says, "What do you need?"
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "Let me help you with your conch shell."
- Iaira, the covetous nereid's eyes burn with glee as she relinquishes a wickedly spiked conch shell
- into your possession. "The spell is simple enough for even a mortal to grasp," she explains. "Prick
- your fingertips against the conch's spikes but thrice, then speak the words you would have our
- Mother hear."
- "Slowly, though," Iaira, the covetous nereid warns with pitiless mirth. "The shell is rather
- hungry."
- [HINT]: Brush your FINGERTIPS against the conch shell to begin the enchantment.
- Suddenly disturbing the waters, a menacing shadow vanishes deeper into the gloomy shade of
- mangroves.
- Cradling a wickedly spiked conch shell gingerly in the cup of your palm, you lift its mouth to your
- ear, shutter your gaze, and listen:
- As steady as a drumming heartbeat, a humid tide rises within a wickedly spiked conch shell like
- agitated waves, cresting and roiling. Above the tumult, a watery echo rises: "You are the goddess
- who endures. You are the goddess who will have it all. Will you let those who fought You sit by Your
- side with their pity and false affection? Will You let the Empyreal keep You imprisoned? Lulled into
- docility? Wake, Lady of Lagoons. Wake, powerful goddess, mother of the Sea and the nereid. Wake and
- let those who stood against You tremble in fear."
- Cradling a wickedly spiked conch shell gingerly in the cup of your palm, you lift its mouth to your
- ear, shutter your gaze, and listen:
- As steady as a drumming heartbeat, a humid tide rises within a wickedly spiked conch shell like
- agitated waves, cresting and roiling. Above the tumult, a watery echo rises: "Lady of the Lagoons,
- even as the Elders claim to help and heal You, they hold you trapped. Awaken from Your slumber! The
- Sea Spirit needs you, and all the Basin parades over your trapped form, pretending to help while
- standing against Your true purpose."
- (Celest): Kennian says, "Let me rephrase. No, there aren't any aides but maybe one of us could
- help!"
- (Celest): Nyda says, "I don't need anything."
- Cradling a wickedly spiked conch shell gingerly in the cup of your palm, you lift its mouth to your
- ear, shutter your gaze, and listen:
- As steady as a drumming heartbeat, a humid tide rises within a wickedly spiked conch shell like
- agitated waves, cresting and roiling. Above the tumult, a watery echo rises: "Wisdom and rage,
- cunning and beauty/ We follow you truly, in love and in duty./ Hear us oh Lady, rise from this
- dream,/ Wake oh adored Lady, make the basin scream."
- Cradling a wickedly spiked conch shell gingerly in the cup of your palm, you lift its mouth to your
- ear, shutter your gaze, and listen:
- As steady as a drumming heartbeat, a humid tide rises within a wickedly spiked conch shell like
- agitated waves, cresting and roiling. Above the tumult, a watery echo rises: "We require you awake,
- Lady. Throw off the shackles of the weaklings."
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- You think to yourself: "Amusing, how selfish their demands are of Her. I wonder how She feels about
- such a lack of respect."
- Cradling a wickedly spiked conch shell gingerly in the cup of your palm, you lift its mouth to your
- ear, shutter your gaze, and listen:
- As steady as a drumming heartbeat, a humid tide rises within a wickedly spiked conch shell like
- agitated waves, cresting and roiling. Above the tumult, a watery echo rises: "Until her lifeless
- body a nereid did spy," the male voice sings the eigth stanza of the song, accompanied by a
- hauntingly bewitching melody of lyre and femine voices raised in a siren song, "And pulled her out
- to the shore to dry / While the eldest did the captain wed, crying / I'll be true unto my love, if
- you'll be true to me.""
- Sapphira has entered the area.
- Uzriel has entered the area.
- Clouds darken the firmament with moody greys, casting sullen shadows upon the watery grove below.
- Noxious puffs of smoke pour out of the Corrupted Staff of the Soulless, enveloping Uzriel briefly in
- an angry red cloud of foulness and corruption.
- The Fulcrux of Li-varili.
- A comforting feeling of privacy pervades the area. Captivatingly aquamarine shallows rest in
- preternatural stillness, secluded amidst this sultry, tropical lagoon. Beneath the water's crystal
- surface, visible roots stand unburied and upright, arching into mangroves like cages for the sinuous
- shadows intermittently threading between their aquatic bars. These spindly trees both shelter and
- protect the intimate space beneath their lushly snarled canopies, their boughs dripping with woven
- veils of tender fireweed blossoms, petals wafting a grassy scent into the saltwater air. As the
- forest finds purchase on sandy soil about the perimeter, its trunks cluster more thickly together,
- forbidding exploration with treacherous footing - and forging a dark, claustrophobic prison out of
- its labyrinthine overgrowth. A coarse island shrine rises from the centre of the shallow pool,
- bromeliads bursting about it in glorious adoration of the Lady of the Lagoons. Humming a honeyed
- melody to herself, Oinone watches her surroundings with thinly veiled amusement. Languorously bathed
- in the waters here, Iaira studies you, her gaze half-lidded. A somnolent-hued nightingale perches
- here, its fine-feathered breast arched in preparation for an enchanting litany. He is surrounded by
- a deflection bubble. Lips curved in a cruel smile, a sadistic artist spattered in paint and blood
- muses here, contemplating her next macabre masterpiece. She is surrounded by a deflection bubble.
- You see a single exit leading through a tangled curtain of fireweed blossoms.
- Sapphira arches a brow at you. "What is your purpose for being here?"
- A distant, haunting voice echoes through the trees and over the water, bewitching the senses with
- its melancholic song.
- The sun reaches the zenith of the overcast firmament, pausing in its quest to allow the battered
- land to bask in the grey light of day.
- Sapphira glances at Oinone, the blithesome nereid and Iaira, the covetous nereid. "Have you been
- disturbed?"
- Conch grasped in the aureate cage of his upper left hand, Avaris does not deign to
- turn at the question. Antennae flicking towards Sapphira, several of the glowing, stylised eyes that
- adorn his wings shift the weight of their attention to Uzriel and Sapphira as he replies, calmly,
- "Sating curiosity."
- Lady Grey Sapphira d'Vanecu, Ensanguined Aesthete says, "Unless you plan to unravel the work of Your
- goddess, you may leave now."
- Oinone, the blithesome nereid bares her fangs with sheer delight. "I do hope you'll always choose to
- help me, since my plan is the one that is bound to work. It's just a little bit to collect, and,
- well..."
- Oinone, the blithesome nereid pouts as she drifts back and flutters her tail fin. "It's a hard thing
- to do without legs myself."
- You are holding:
- a beryl encrusted coral wand, a sensible leather valise, 2 turquoise pipes with oceanic motifs, a
- mechanical cane, a holy coral lamp, The Redwood Cornucopia of Flowing Tulips, an energy cube, an
- emerald wand topped with diamonds, a transplanar cubix, an ornate cherub skull vial, a luminous font
- of healing waters, A Diminutive Brazier of Gleaming, a veiled idol of the Empyreal Goddess, a cedar
- curiobox, a Scroll of Healing, a portable incineration bin, a nebulous vial of coruscating water, a
- deluxe burger, a rosewood-bound esoteric booklet, a pretty violet letter, a shining celestial ring,
- A Gaudy Saddle of the Sentinel, a leather bound book of pressed blossoms, a group of 10 bags of
- oats, 2 aether room boxes, an aromatic platter of orange chicken, snow peas, and rice, a capricious
- umbrella, a white standard, a bright crimson star lotus, a Disc of Beauty, a Disc of Life, a
- wickedly spiked conch shell.
- You are wearing:
- a pair of ivory angel wings, a thin diamond bracelet, a thin sapphire band, a radiant fieldplate of
- brilliant gold, an armband of tangled leaves and thorns, 2 smooth pearl rings, a beryl eagle brooch,
- a clear ring, an onyx and pearl ring, a Pendant of Celestial Transcendence, a cobalt sky guardian's
- sash, Binoculars of Clairvoyance, Immaculate Prayer Beads of the Empyreal Goddess, a ring of
- aetheric quickening, a silvered mantle of the drawn blade, a faceted pair of crystalline ears, a
- Sacred Crown of the Guardian, Golden Wings of Fair Eroee, an Elemental Cloak, a circlet of crystal
- thorns, Boots of the Wanderer, a conical, nexus headdress, a pair of aviator's goggles, a Brooch of
- Angels, a set of clockwork goggles, a snobby snoot, a Brooch of the Tempest, a circlet of black
- thorns, a Brooch of the Night, a Brooch of Twisted Flesh, a glowing gold tongue stud, a Brooch of
- the Moon, a Brooch of Antlers, a Brooch of Precise Gems, a Brooch of Elemental Air, Crystal Boots of
- Berserk Swiftness, a Brooch of Elemental Earth, a Brooch of Elemental Water, a Brooch of Demons, a
- pair of horn-rimmed spectacles, a celestial mark of the Empyreal, a glass ampoule of bottled
- starlight, a white imperial scabbard, 2 black scabbards with a gold horn, a white leather scabbard
- bearing a silver cross.
- You have 23 types of item in the rift and 8 types of fluid in the liquid rift.
- You possess 82 items and are carrying 66,315 gold sovereigns.
- In a mild tone, lifting the conch before him in a casual inspection, Avaris says,
- "I may leave whenever I wish. I do not require your permission."
- Cradling a wickedly spiked conch shell gingerly in the cup of your palm, you lift its mouth to your
- ear, shutter your gaze, and listen:
- As steady as a drumming heartbeat, a humid tide rises within a wickedly spiked conch shell like
- agitated waves, cresting and roiling. Above the tumult, a watery echo rises: "They plot and they
- preen, holding You bound. Break free, Lady of Lagoons! You are stronger than She, and Your children
- long for You. Awaken, Li-Varili, fight the Light."
- "Surrender to your destiny, harken to my threnody!" sings Sapphira, as an august lute of lucent
- silver and sapphire screams and glows a demonic red.
- Lady Grey Sapphira d'Vanecu, Ensanguined Aesthete says, "Now will do nicely."
- The burning flames swirl around you, weaving the broken and frayed threads of your life into a
- seamless whole, restoring you painfully to life as you gasp loudly for breath.
- The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "Are you alright, sir?"
- Flares of divine energy slide smoothly through the air, swirling through untold prismatic hues.
- Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spirit-Touched Xiran Stormcrow, "I am quite fine, yes. It
- is not the first time I have died, and no doubt it shall not be the last."
- The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "Oh dear."
- Standing before the Seal of Death, you raise your arms and tilt back your head. A glowing light
- suffuses the cave and your soul soars with a karmic blessing.
- Xiran blinks.
- 12300h, 6270m, 6800e, 10p Bex-
- You incline your head politely to Xiran.
- Although glimmers of ethereal energy fade in the wake of her dusty green wings, she is a nimble
- faeling titan of unremarkable stature, little bigger than a pooka. Joyous and unrestrained in
- flight, moments of stillness reveal white half-moons mottling the furthest extent of her translucent
- moth wings. Traces of viridian veins marble her pale skin. At her nape, her silvery hair has been
- pulled back into a loose bun, secured by an emerald flower. Dancing in the breeze of her fluttering
- wings, unbound strands of silver follow the softened contours of her aged pixie face. Accented by
- laugh lines, a connatural gleam of mischief lights her eyes. A lush fragrance dances about her as
- she stands awash in the wild, prismatic colours of a truefavour from Maylea, Bloom of Serenity.
- She is wearing:
- an emerald rose, sending glimmers of green through her hair
- a webbed wedding band of platinum
- a snowy cloak adorned with moonglory
- an opalescent white turtleneck shirt several sizes too large, with
- a shimmering silver hairpin closing the collar at the back of her neck.
- Xiran circles about you at a respectful distance, assessing you with a critical eye.
- Unperturbed, Avaris stands with his hands clasped beneath the layered cloak of his
- folded wings, the glowing, eye-like markings of which track Xiran calmly. "Yes?"
- Concerned, Spirit-Touched Xiran Stormcrow says, "If you intend to attempt something again, Archon,
- would you like a healing aura?"
- Mildly, you say, "I was not attempting anything. They instigated, I was merely standing there. I
- would not be opposed, however."
- As if realising your myriad eyes just now, Xiran blinks.
- Inclining his head towards Xiran courteously, Avaris's layered voice is polite, and
- sincere. "Thank you, Lady. Your name, if you would?"
- (Celestial Gathering): Haegan says, "And I only have 1 of my own!"
- Spirit-Touched Xiran Stormcrow says, "Ah. I never introduced myself, did I?" She flits back several
- paces to bow before you, hovering barely above your waist level. "Xiran Stormcrow, of the
- Serenwilde."
- Returning the bow with a stately one of his own, Avaris says, "I am Avaris,
- Enduring in the Order of the Lady Lantra." Rising, the antennae that flow from behind the bladed
- crest of his brow bend curiously as he asks, "Stormcrow. Are you related to Alarin, perhaps?"
- Xiran tilts her head.
- Spirit-Touched Xiran Stormcrow says, "I would consider him such, although Syr Alarin bears another
- family's name now. He would be a grandson."
- Uzriel has entered the area.
- Uzriel has left the area.
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you ask, "Ah. This may be an odd question, but do you
- perhaps hold any position of authority within the Serenwilde?"
- (Celestial Gathering): Haegan says, "Sent friend request."
- Xiran blinks.
- Under the gaze of manifold eyes of light, Spirit-Touched Xiran Stormcrow says, "Not to the level of
- Syr Alarin, no. But any of Serenwilde may seek to bring an issue before the Moonhart Circle, if
- there is something you wish this common faeling to convey."
- A low, thoughtful vibration of sound shivers in the air about Avaris for a time as
- he considers the matter, expressionless. "I have attempted to contact your Regent in the past, but
- received no response. I shall be frank with you - I believe the current political landscape is an
- abomination, and is in dire need of correcting." Freeing a clawed, gleaming hand from beneath his
- wings, he turns it palm-upwards in a calm gesture. "New Celest and Serenwilde should be allied. I
- would take steps so set that in motion."
- Xiran blinks.
- Spirit-Touched Xiran Stormcrow asks, "And why would you see city and forest allied, Archon Avaris?"
- Unhurried, Xiran sways along with the vibrations as they echo through the cave.
- The resonant harmony of his words even, Avaris says, "They already are so. More
- tolerable, I should think, to ally with a city and forest that are not so blatantly corrupt, vile
- blights upon the world as they are. Would you truly rather have Magnagora as your ally, than New
- Celest?"
- Tilting her head, Spirit-Touched Xiran Stormcrow says, "You speak of an allyship due to ideals?"
- Passing the golden span of his hand through the air in a gleaming blur, Avaris
- replies, "Hardly. You should know as well as I that the ideal of the various communities of the
- Basin do not, truly, align. It is a matter of what is more tolerable. Magnagora tortures for
- pleasure. They are cannibals. They revel in evil. New Celest does not."
- Bobbing aside, Xiran says softly, "Perhaps." Wings beating slowly, she continues, "However, the
- proper channels of communication would be through our leadership. And such likely will not occur
- unless circumstances would suggest it would be, as you say, more tolerable to change than to
- continue on current paths."
- The glinting spears of chitin that thrust up through the haloed pauldrons of
- Avaris's shoulders lift in a slow shrug. "Change must start somewhere. If the higher echelons will
- not initiate it, then it falls to those of us of lesser station to do so. I would be pleased to
- speak with your leaders, or any of your citizens, in order to discuss such."
- A wry smile spreads across Xiran's face.
- Xiran "Perhaps," she says again. "However, I would again suggest finding an opportune time--or an
- opportune wave, as it may be--so that you would not expend energies being a bolt out of the blue.
- Things may indeed be shifting politically, and there may be such an opportunity".
- "Respectfully," Avaris says, "That has not happened in centuries. It may be that a
- bolt out of the blue is precisely what is needed."
- Eyes unblinking in your light, Spirit-Touched Xiran Stormcrow says, "I have seen quite a few shifts
- in my lifetimes, so it had indeed happened."
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "Indeed? How long has the Serenwilde been allied
- with Magnagora, then?"
- Spirit-Touched Xiran Stormcrow says, "A few centuries in total."
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "A few centuries too many. Who should I be speaking
- with?"
- Floating aloft, Xiran regards your gaze from your domed helm.
- Mildly, Spirit-Touched Xiran Stormcrow says, "Have you spoken with your own leadership?"
- With a faint hint of displeasure, you say, "Yes. They are remarkably difficult to pin down for a
- conversation at all."
- Canting her head, Spirit-Touched Xiran Stormcrow says, "I find letters to be useful to exchange."
- Her light tone vanishing, "Archon, you seek great change for the sake of something more tolerable.
- But it would only be on the surface. Some may indeed be swayed by a similar desire as yours, but I
- have lived a long time. And I have not forgotten. There is deeper history that the First Forest will
- not forget."
- Softly, Spirit-Touched Xiran Stormcrow says, "Alliances are temporary things, Archon. The First
- Forest is not as coloured by its alliances as you make your own city to be."
- "My letters have been ignored. I find little use in wasted effort." Avaris
- responds. At the dissipation of Xiran's lighter manner, the great, helm-like wedge of his head
- shifts. "And so you embrace the Taint, and stagnation. Disappointing. I shall try another."
- Inclining his head politely to Xiran, the massive paladin steps past the faeling, taloned feet
- ringing upon the floor with each purposeful stride.
- As if parting through mists of water and light, the Empyreal Goddess quietly unveils Her soothing
- presence to Her Faithful.
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "Light's blessings upon you, My Avaris. I sense much quiet in the city
- of New Celest."
- (The Avowing): You say, "Light's blessings upon You also, my Lady. Indeed? Is this the quiet of a
- pleasant reprieve, for You, or one of a more troubling sort?"
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "Sometimes silence is merely silence. It is neither pleasant nor
- unpleasant. It simply is."
- (The Avowing): You say, "That...Is a very You sort of answer, if You will forgive me for observing
- such, my Lady. Are You much changed from when last I asked of Your wellbeing?"
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "Not in any meaningful way, I believe. I observe that mortals continue
- to spar over My intents and the fate of Li-varili."
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "It is a peculiarity and an amusement."
- Currents of planar energy waver slightly above the ground.
- (The Avowing): You say, "So it would seem. You are much out of favour with those who would speak
- with Her. The little conch the nereids have is an amusing item to listen to, after a fashion. They
- are all rather mad, I think."
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "Given the mental state of their patroness, that is not altogether
- unsurprising. Humour Me, then. What do the children of the Lady of the Lagoons have to say of Me?"
- (The Avowing): You say, "Ah, the usual fare, my Lady. They are not a terribly creative or inspired
- lot. You are a black-hearted jailer, a tyrant masquerading as a savior, You are jealous of Her
- general wonderfulness, You torment Her under the guide of healing Her, You want Her power, and so
- on."
- There is a peculiar sort of laughter that ripples through the aether as the Empyreal Goddess reacts
- to your words, cool with detached amusement.
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "Indeed? Ah, yes. How I delight in the capture of another Elder, for...
- nefarious ends I know not of. A tyrant indeed, wielding My power over My patient. How I delight in
- cruelty of the sick. When I could have merely left Her to die, as My Cousins so wished. And as for
- power, it is surely I who desires it of Her, and not She, who sought Me begging for it mere months
- prior."
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "It is an absurdity and an embarrassment of logic."
- (The Avowing): You say, "Quite so, my Lady. You are legendary for Your diabolical wickedness, after
- all. It is clear they are keen students of history, and have come to their conclusions after many
- days of careful consideration of all You have done and represent."
- (The Avowing): You say, "It is amazing that their brains do not dribble out from their ears with
- every step."
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "Quite so. My Triumvirate was a matter immortalized for all of the ages,
- undoubtedly."
- (The Avowing): You say, "Oh, yes. An infamous foe of order and righteousness, Lady, that is You, to
- the core."
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "Why else would you pledge yourself so in My service, indeed? For as We
- have seen, the way for a Goddess to curry favour with mortals is to drown them and dismiss their
- feelings and wellbeing at every turn, in service of Her own selfish whims."
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "Why should I be no different, indeed?"
- (The Avowing): You say, "Why, You have no reason to be any different at all, Lady. After all, it was
- Your rampant mistreatment of mortals that drew me to You in the first place. I heard tales of Your
- cruel laughter as You trod upon heart after heart, and thought "This is the Goddess for me!""
- Light shifts and reflects from the surface of the crystalline walls.
- (The Avowing): You say, "Naturally, You could not brook any rivals, so jealously do You covet Your
- popularity. Of course You imprison Her out of spite."
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "It is almost comical, how much contorting they must do to envision Me
- as a villain."
- (The Avowing): Cheliyi (from the Aetherways) says, "It is funny, in a ways. But it also just makes
- my bloods boil for You, my Lady."
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "I thank you for informing Me of this matter, My Avaris. It is... if
- nothing else, proof of what I already know."
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "I care not what such wretches think of Me. Their misunderstandings
- merely reflect the warped perspective I already knew they possessed."
- (The Avowing): You say, "They have missed their calling as carnival performers, indeed. Of course,
- my Lady. I thought it might bring You some grain of amusement, however dry and fleeting."
- Your hand alights upon a bright crimson star lotus, scattering light from its sanguine petals.
- Waves of exhaustion wash over you, only to cling greedily to your limbs and mind. Even so, a
- peculiar sense of alertness fills you, followed by unwavering focus.
- Talons sinking deep into the pliant earth, Avaris locks his knees to prevent them
- from buckling, so that he sways as he holds a bright crimson star lotus carefully in one hand.
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "A shame the Czigany Wayfaire is not in town."
- (The Avowing): You say, "They will have quite the resume to offer when it does come along, at least.
- No doubt they shall be snapped up immediately."
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "How fortuitous for them."
- (Celestial Gathering): Gyorn (from Celestia, Plane of Light) says, "LOL."
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "Perhaps I can find Myself employment at the i'Xiia Asylum next."
- (The Avowing): You say, "Lady Li-varili and Her gaily cavorting band of contortionists will no doubt
- take the Basin by storm. Ah, wait."
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "Synchronized swimming may be in season, yes."
- (The Avowing): You say, "I do not doubt that they have a portrait of You in a place of honour
- already, my Lady. "Behold," they say to their students, "The pinnacle of malicious medicine.""
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "How I bask before such adulation."
- (The Avowing): Cheliyi (from the Aetherways) says, "OhmyYous my Lady, I can't breathe, hehehehe."
- (The Avowing): You say, "You are as a wicked flower beneath the rays of the Sun, evidently."
- Sparkling laughter ripples through the aether as you sense the heightened amusement of the Empyreal
- Goddess, scattering like motes of starlight.
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "A cruel magnolia indeed."
- (The Avowing): You say, "Shall I pack Your things for Your inevitable move to Magnagora, my Lady?
- Clearly it is but a matter of time before You reveal Yourself to be the Enchantress' rival for
- reigning Lady of that pustule upon the Basin's surface."
- (Celestial Gathering): You say, "Message Lantra and ask, seems the safe option! I think she'll be
- game."
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "Let Us take things one menacing step at a time, My Avaris."
- The pouring rainclouds above you turn a deep grey, and the droplets grow larger and fall more
- forcefully.
- (The Avowing): You say, "Ah, of course, my Lady. I shall practice my dread looming in the interim,
- and invest in a copious amount of black paint."
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "Though I fear it is only one more reason for Li-varili to revile Me,
- that I may have usurped Her role as feared villainess of the Basin."
- Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
- It is now the 4th of Klangiary, 595 years after the Coming of Estarra.
- (The Avowing): You say, "Ah, but You have preempted Her in this, and thusly imprisoned Her. An
- unsurpassed schemer, to the end, Lady."
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "My true motives, revealed."
- Aural Tildarmin yells, "Turn in your design submissions to your city's local cartel trademasters! As
- many as you can!"
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "You have unveiled Me at last."
- (The Avowing): You say, "Alas for the Basin, that they will not heed my dire warnings as I cry them
- from the mountaintops."
- (The Avowing): You say, "Truly, we are doomed."
- Whether from the sea or the rain, a friendless mist sheathes the city in sparkling vapour and a
- bitter, kniving chill.
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "Kethuru is green with envy at My capacity for destruction."
- (The Avowing): You say, "His envious writhings will no doubt be what next shatters the Seals, so
- powerful is His resentment of Your malevolent glory."
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "I look forward to the legions of eager mortals who flock to Me for My
- malice and cruelty, as is only right and just."
- (The Avowing): You say, "I shall sharpen my claws so that I can carve my gory way to the fore, my
- Lady, and lay my heart at Your feet so that You may kick it about with appropriate disdain. How
- thrilling it shall be."
- Sheets of rain pelt the rooftops of the city: an orchestra of noises that leaves every shingle,
- window, and gutter slick or waterlogged.
- Spilling ever more of its bounty, the light rain develops into a cascading downpour.
- (The Avowing): Cheliyi says, "And I can teach Tavi how to wear dark eye paints!"
- (The Avowing): Lantra says, "I am told some of My Cousins throw such offerings into volcanoes or
- drown them in the deepest sea. Perhaps I can find a similar method of expressing My cruelty."
- (The Avowing): You say, "Spit them upon Atonement, perhaps, before You grill them over Your holy
- Light, and then nibble upon them while commenting upon their lack of flavour."
- (The Avowing): Cheliyi says, "Don't forget to season! Maybe some stardusts, yes."
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