Manchal Makes a Dad Joke

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "Dear one guess -what-."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Gurashi, The Heart's Friend, "Mm?"

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "There is an Aquamancers here!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Gurashi, The Heart's Friend, "Oh? Did Manchal return from his... vacations?"

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "Yeah! Mister Manchal!"

You sense the following people:
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       Avaris - before the office of the harbourmaster
         Esei - Arcane Library
      Grayven - the Dreadhelm forge
       Haegan - before the office of the harbourmaster
        Jynix - before the Master Ravenwood Tree
     Kailanna - centre of the Necropolis
      Kennian - before the office of the harbourmaster
    Mendacium - Arcane Library
       Nialla - the Moonhart Mother Tree
        Selia - before the office of the harbourmaster
          Tau - the Aetherplex Chamber
        Tyrus - the Moonhart Mother Tree
      Veldrin - centre of the Necropolis
        Xiran - the Moonhart Mother Tree
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(*) Currently, there are 14 Lusternians on this plane and 34 on other planes.

Gurashi's melodic voice sings into your mind, "Come here!"

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Before the office of the harbourmaster. (road).
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. Large, heavy raindrops splash upon the
ground. Standing gauntly before his office building, Helstren, the Harbourmaster of New Celest is here
smoking his pipe. A squat wooden sign stands here on the short lawn in front of the building. Angrily
pulsing motes of starlight sit suspended here in a hazy red mist. A statue of Weiwae stands here,
memorialising His noble spirit. Manchal gracefully stands here, a driftwood staff at the ready. With
cloudy wings of ethereal mist unfurled, a pure white gryphon is here, shrouded in fathomless darkness.
Kamalei Ironhammer stands here, occasionally wiping his hands with a white rag before flinging it over
one of his broad shoulders. Thaldorn Thornfist, the White towers silently here, a stern gaze on his
face. A slender leothin sits here motionless, brightening its surroundings with its natural golden bio-
luminescence. A low, protective growl escaping his muzzle, a ruddy Nyalian mastiff sporting bronze
platemail etched with sigils awaits instructions from his companion. Dudley, the celestial mastiff sits
here, panting quietly. Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress is here, shrouded. She wields a coral staff in
her left hand. Divine radiance limns the figure of a holy champion who stands guard here, travailing
against the ongoings of injustice. Slakened Haegan, Novitiate of Purity is here. He wields an angelic
battle hammer in each hand. Perpetually in a dramatic pose, the inflated silken form of Avechna the
Avenger towers here, ebony muscles gleaming. Humble Avaris, Avower of the Archons is here, enveloped in
an lambent aura of dazzling, cosmic radiance. Selia is here, surrounded by a serene and peaceful white
light. Gurashi fidgets here. They wield a peacock psalterium lyre in their left hand.
You see exits leading northeast, east, southeast, and west.
Scenting you as you enter, Dudley sits and gives you her paw.

Gurashi points accusingly at you.

Gurashi removes a seafoam shroud.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says to you, "You remembers hims? You have mets? Neat!"

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer opens his mouth as though to speak again, then brightens as his eyes
find you. "Hello, old friend!"

Gurashi looks between you and Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer, smiling excitedly.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says to Avaris, "I misheard him."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "'lo, Gurashi. And yep, Manchal is the one I
learned Aquamancy from three centuries ago."

Gurashi boggles at you.

The lonely call of an albatross carries from the Inner Sea.

Romaan raises his hand in greeting to you and says "Hi!"

Gurashi claps their hands on their cheeks. "Wowee! That is amazing!!"

Kennian smiles softly.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend exclaims to Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer, "You
taught my Tridemon water magics?! Amazing!"

Gurashi boggles at you.

Gurashi quickly claps a hand over their mouth. "Ah! B-but, oh my gosh, I am being rude - the rain, the
weather. You two. So -neat-."


Howling across the city streets, the storm's wind billows around you like the caress of a wave: furious
at first, but then gentle in the next moment.

Gurashi stills themselves but is clearly brimming with excited energy, beaming behind their hand.

Kennian hums a happy tune.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins whispers, "Just means he is old, like me."

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress says, "Reunions in the rain! How sweet!"

Thaldorn Thornfist, the White says, "Seasoned, Sir. The correct term is seasoned."

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer nods, his back straightening, his eyes bearing a merry and not unkind
sparkle for Gurashi's excitement before he looks back to you. "Have you been thinking about the
weather? Have you considered any solutions, anything we might do? I'd returned a bit early from my sea
voyages with hopes to help."

Romaan nods his head at Thaldorn Thornfist, the White, showing his acceptance.

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: *happy, thrums of pink and gold - seasoned or old, they
are happy, happy happy*.

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress says to Thaldorn Thornfist, the White, "If by 'seasoned' you mean
'salty'"

Kennian peers at Romaan unscrupulously.

Kennian giggles happily.

The yawning rush of the seas slams against the rickety harbour, its spray wild and gloomy as sailors
and dockhands rush for cover.

Gurashi winces in pain.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "Oh--!"

Gurashi watches the dockhands scramble, their earlier elation evaporating as the gravity of the
situation settles back in. They turn their gaze back to you, furrowing their brow.

Alarin laughs out loud.

Helstren, the Harbourmaster of New Celest hollars and rushes off from the conversation, waving sailors
and fishermen closer to shore.

Alarin Rian says to Thaldorn Thornfist, the White, "...she has a point."

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer glances as Helstren, the Harbourmaster of New Celest tends to the
docks against the crashing waves, wincing privately to himself.

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: *trying to envision a great watery dome over the city,
shielding it much like how Cheliyi makes the rain shield herself*.

Kennian tilts her head curiously.

The sky lightens as Father Sun approaches the horizon, revealing a maelstrom of dark grey clouds
wreathing the firmament in a funereal shroud.

The perception of time momentarily slows to a fraction as Atropos snips stray strands and frayed
threads upon the Tapestry of Fate, each cut bringing a distant scream. Time rushes forward as the
memory fades, yet you retain the knowledge that your fate in Lusternia is far from meeting its end.

As the sun's rays begin to break over the horizon, a slender leothin's amaranthine visage begins to
fade back to a soft gray, wings dissolving like mist with the morning light.

Seagulls wheel far overhead, letting out harsh squawks as they fly over.

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: *if the water could be cats, could it be a dome?*.

Slowly and contemplatively, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says, "I hesitate to put too much on the
shoulders of one group, and hope that perhaps, if we attempt such a feat, we might be allowed to help
even if we are not all thusly Slakened..."

Gurashi nods their head emphatically.

Gurashi's eyes light up as they smile.

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress says, "More help is almost always best!"

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend asks, "What can the Archons do? What might the Archons do
to aid, I wonder?"

Bizirik's head begins to droop. It opens its great maw and curls back its lips to allow its forked
tongue to unfurl as it yawns before snapping its mouth shut.

You have emoted: Tridemon looks up to the sky, squinting up at the clouds.

Inexplicably, a cohesive bubble of water meanders by, small floating drips trailing after it.

The scent of lightning, burnt yet crystalline, salts the air, your nostrils noting its aroma just
before the initial crack of thunder echoes across the roiling skies.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer looks to Haegan, and to you. "Have the Sanctifiers done...anything
with the Thalassos, in light of this weather?"

Gurashi tilts their head, gaze softening as they frown.

A charge of energy flows through your soul.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "I am not sure if the Shards can help. I doubt the
broom can help with rain. It can help with dragons though."

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress thinks to herself: We're Archons. We.. provide aide. Hmm. Aide to the
Sanctifiers? Lend them our strength?

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: *remembering worrying and wondering about the artifact
- acknowledgement, negation - no talk over city aethers, at least*.

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress thinks to herself: But how? Ritual? Laying of hands? Think Kenni.
Think.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend whispers, "The Thalassos could helps with the weather?"

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Not at present... I attempted some communication
with the Thalassos after the awakening of the Sea Spirit, but didn't get a response from it. The truly
baffling thing about that was the emergence of the other ones, but those probably aren't relevant..."

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: ... could make the weather take a Salted Oaths ...

Looking towards Tridemon, Slakened Haegan, Novitiate of Purity says to Manchal, the Seafaring
Aquamancer, "I'm not sure much of the Sanctifiers and what this Thalassos is, but I'll assist however I
can."

Gurashi tilts their head, gaze softening as they frown.

Sheets of rain pelt the rooftops of the city: an orchestra of noises that leaves every shingle, window,
and gutter slick or waterlogged.

Kennian's usual happy expression fades of way to one of concern. She glances up at the sky, trying to
catch a glimpse of her friend for reassurance before turning her attention back to the crowd.

Gurashi looks towards you, reaching out to collect the lucidian's right hand in their own. They catch
Kennian's glance to the sky, and with their left hand offer her an encouraging thumbs-up before letting
both hands drop back to their sides.

Sheets of rain pelt the rooftops of the city: an orchestra of noises that leaves every shingle, window,
and gutter slick or waterlogged.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer exhales softly through his merian gills, then looks to Gurashi, to
you, to Haegan. His eyebrows shoot up at the mention of other Thalassi, and one can practically see him
tucking that tidbit away for later in his mind as he forcibly focuses himself once more. "At the very
least, we might revisit the notion of communing with the Inner Sea's?"

You think to yourself: Tying the Thalassos in with the protective shield around Celest to push the
Sea's influence away from the city... might work...

Selia says, "Though I am the only waking representative of the Magisterium, and ignorant largely of our
means and tools, I am also able to access what is available to us, if a need arises."

Gurashi gives you a friendly squeeze.

Seagulls wheel far overhead, letting out harsh squawks as they fly over.

Gurashi looks at Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer hopefully.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend whispers, "Oh - right - you guys can hear the Sea Songs
..."

Gurashi claps their hands together merrily.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Mm, certainly. You'll need to be following me to
get in, but I don't see any particular reason not to take you to see it."

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says to Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer, "If you thinks
that is a goodly place to starts! Will supports anything that might possibly ..."

Gurashi waves at the sky with a frown.

Glancing over his shoulder at the others here as he moves to follow the lucidian, Manchal, the
Seafaring Aquamancer says, "We shall all be allowed, yes?"

The pouring rainclouds above you turn a deep grey, and the droplets grow larger and fall more
forcefully.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer begins to follow you.

Gurashi begins to follow you.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend whispers, "Do I get special permissions as a Witness."

Gurashi narrows their eyes, peering about suspiciously.

Avaris begins to follow you.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer looks at you hopefully.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Oh, you're all welcome to follow."

You are the leader of your group.
Members of your group include:
  Avaris
  Gurashi
There are 3 people in your group.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend exclaims, "I am follow you, dear one!"

Haegan begins to follow you.

Gurashi gives you a respectful salute.

A flash! Another! And another still! The storm clouds above shudder from the onslaught of lightning,
their silvery down woven with hidden scripture illuminated from within.


"Eek!" Gurashi shouts in fright.

Bizirik, the leothin grins smugly.

Alarin begins to follow you.

Kennian's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Alarin nods their head emphatically.

Gurashi points accusingly at you.

Alarin Rian says, "Right behind you, sir."

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "Follow Tridemon to go to the thingy yes."
Bizirik, the leothin looks at Gurashi in confusion.

Kennian begins to follow you.

Thaldorn Thornfist, the White begins to follow you.

To Tridemon, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend sings, "Ready when you are!"

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Romaan? Selia? You coming?"

Thaldorn Thornfist, the White shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Gurashi looks at Selia hopefully.

Gurashi looks at Romaan hopefully.

Excitedly, even as the lightning overhead casts the dock in stark light and shadows, Manchal, the
Seafaring Aquamancer says, "The Thalassos of the Inner Sea..."

Selia begins to follow you.

Excitedly, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend whispers, "Water magics, water magics."

You are the leader of your group.
Members of your group include:
  Avaris
  Haegan
  Kennian
  Alarin
  Selia
  Gurashi
There are 7 people in your group.

Gurashi tilts their head curiously at Romaan.

You tilt your head curiously at Romaan.

Smiling at his surroundings, a pious merian enters from the west.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend asks Romaan, "Wanna come or meet us later?"

Eyeing Romaan, Alarin Rian says, "I can drag him behind me."

Kennian smiles softly at Romaan.

Whether from the sea or the rain, a friendless mist sheathes the city in sparkling vapour and a bitter,
kniving chill.

The morning sky churns with storm-grey clouds, their bellies lit up by the sun's radiance.

Thaldorn Thornfist, the White says, "Not without declaring intent to harm you can't."

You ponder the situation.

(Celest): Soterasiel says, "Hello everyone."

(Celest): Alarin says, "Greetings, Soterasiel."

(Celest): Gurashi says, "Mister Soterasiel! Join us! We are going to try to make the rain less badly in
the city!"

(Celest): Soterasiel says, "Okay!"

You shrug helplessly.

Soterasiel enters from the west, emanating an aura of immense power.
Scenting Soterasiel as he enters, Dudley sits and gives him her paw.

Gurashi points accusingly at you.

Raising his hand in greeting, Soterasiel says "Hello!"

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "Follow follow, come come!"

Gurashi beams broadly at Soterasiel.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Well, if he wants to catch up- oh, hello."

You are the leader of your group.
Members of your group include:
  Avaris
  Alarin
  Haegan
  Kennian
  Selia
  Gurashi
  Soterasiel
There are 8 people in your group.

Gurashi throws back their head as they laugh.

Soterasiel Luminare says, "Following!"

You nod your head emphatically.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "O-K!"

Gurashi points boldly towards the horizon and declares in a proud tone, "Onward!"

NYOOM TO THE GUILDHALL

You stare blankly into space.

REALIZE THAT MANCHAL GOT LEFT BEHIND, NYOOM BACK TO THE HARBOR

Draped in a flowing purple tunic and weather-beaten trousers, Manchal is a fine, older merian man. Thin
glasses dip slightly under his brows perched upon his nose, accentuating his kind manner. Beneath a
broad-brimmed hat, waves of white curls tumble past his shoulders to the middle of his back. The bulk
is held tightly with a black leather tieback, while two thick strands fall to frame his face. He wears
a pair of black leather sandals which easily afford him comfort throughout the day, and he carries a
driftwood staff, often leaning upon it for support.
Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer looks to be crushingly strong.
He weighs about 180 pounds.
He is loyal to the Grand Province of New Celest.
You cannot see what Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer is holding.
It has the following aliases: manchal, aquamancer, merian.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer begins to follow you.

Gurashi throws back their head as they laugh.

You nod your head emphatically.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Ready for a new adventure, you point boldly towards the horizon and declare in a proud tone, "Onward!"

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says to Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer, "Yes! It is
very rainy and distracting."

NYOOM TO THE THALASSOS
--- Chamber of Tides --- 14:11:-3 ---
Chamber of Tides.
Cascading from ceiling to floor, a veil of liquid light scatters radiance and balm whilst preventing
egress to a northern chamber. The Thalassos takes up almost the entirety of the chamber, its watery
surface rippling with miniature waves and currents, yet not a drop spills over the coral sides. A sigil
in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A low, protective growl escaping his
muzzle, a ruddy Nyalian mastiff sporting bronze platemail etched with sigils awaits instructions from
his companion. Kamalei Ironhammer stands here, occasionally wiping his hands with a white rag before
flinging it over one of his broad shoulders. Completely motionless, a slender leothin intently surveys
its surroundings. With cloudy wings of ethereal mist unfurled, a pure white gryphon is here, shrouded
in fathomless darkness.
You see a single exit leading up.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Here we are- the Thalassos."

Where two waves crash into one another within the Thalassos, a jet of bitter salt and sea shoots upward
in a geyser that dies just as soon as it is born.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend whispers, "Oh...!"

You blink.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Huh."

Selia draws a flowing black and white cloak bearing a star around herself as water bursts upward.

Gurashi frowns, looking up at the water within the Thalassos. "It is all stormy, now..."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Hadn't been doing that the last time I
checked..."

A vast coral pool takes up almost the entirety of the chamber, leaving only a narrow ring to walk
about. The sides rise up to about mid-thigh on a merian, cradling an expanse of deep blue saltwater
which rises nearly to the brim. Miniature waves ripple throughout the pool, though no breeze has
stirred them. Some appear to follow mysterious currents, yet not a drop spills beyond the basin's
confines. A faint pulsing emanates from the Thalassos, a rhythm that is felt rather than heard.
It weighs about 62 pounds.
The Thalassos is holding:
Nothing.
It has the following aliases: thalassos, project.

Wide-eyed, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "It was calm, before..."

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: It only makes sense...

Gurashi glances askance.

Kennian tilts her head curiously.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer slowly approaches the basin housing the Thalassos, pushing his
spectacles up his nose as he listens and he studies.

Alarin ponders the situation.

Where two waves crash into one another within the Thalassos, a jet of bitter salt and sea shoots upward
in a geyser that dies just as soon as it is born.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer jumps back a step, using his driftwood staff for balance. "How long
had it been since you were last here, Tridemon? Haegan?"

Soterasiel Luminare says, "I'm lost!"

Soterasiel coughs softly.

Soterasiel Luminare says, "Ahem."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "It was just after the awakening of the Sea
Spirit. I was trying to see if I could glean any insight into the Spirit's location to aid in getting
her back to sleep."

"I am Manchal," Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says to Soterasiel, smiling a friendly sort of smile
before turning his attention back to you.

The air grows colder and the surroundings seem darker as Gurashi departs to the up, the angelic voices
fading with them.
With a great sweep of its tail, Bizirik breaks off to the up.

Kennian giggles happily at Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer.

Humble Avaris, Avower of the Archons thinks to himself: "Ah. This is a man well used to dealing with
the slow of wit. Perhaps I should ask him for advice."

Slakened Haegan, Novitiate of Purity says, "I've never been here before, I don't think."

Thaldorn Thornfist, the White says, "And I am Thaldorn."

Thaldorn Thornfist, the White shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Alarin glances askance at Thaldorn Thornfist, the White.


Soterasiel Luminare says to Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer, "I'm glad someone is."

Soterasiel flashes Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer a joyous smile.

Selia thinks to herself: How fascinating it is to see the deepest magicks at work.

You ponder a monolith sigil thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

You pass your hands over a monolith sigil, drawing out the power of the flame sigil as a burning, all
-encompassing heat. The sigil quickly goes up in a puff of smoke.

(Celest): Gurashi says, "Well I got a little lost in the guildhalls so Mister Romaan and I are waiting
at the entrance, yes."

Haegan suddenly scoops up a monolith sigil.

Haegan gives a monolith sigil to you.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer chuckles to himself as he rubs his chin, and quickly sobers to your
words. "Perhaps the Awakening has been slow to affect the Thalassos, then, but affected it surely is
now."

(Celest): Gurashi says, "Whoopsie!"

Softly, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says, "Hmm..."

(Celest): You say, "I disenchanted the flame on the monolith. Teleport over."

You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light.
You sense Gurashi pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.

Her tail whacking you in the legs, Dudley, the celestial mastiff comes in from the ether.
A series of pure, crystalline notes sounds in the air as Gurashi steps smoothly into being.
Bizirik slinks in from the ether, clicking and thrumming softly.

Beads of sweat break out on Gurashi's face.

Gurashi clears their throat.

"Ahah!" Romaan exclaims triumphantly.

Zeasha Novikei calmly enters from the up, moving to the rhythm of some unheard song.

Gurashi thanks you profusely.

Romaan thanks Gurashi profusely.

Romaan thanks you profusely.

Alarin blinks.

Alarin stands at attention and gives Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides a crisp salute with their
furry right paw.

Gurashi turns to Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides, bending at their waist to offer her a polite
half-bow.

Thaldorn Thornfist, the White gives the world a smart salute.

Gurashi gives you a peck on the cheek.

Whispering, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says to you, "Thank you, dear one. Many thank yous. Sorry to
miss things."

Singing drifts in from outside, faintly muffled.

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides pauses at the threshold, blinking her single eye slowly. "Oh my
goodness, this is quite the larger gathering than I'm used to seeing."

Slakened Haegan, Novitiate of Purity whispers to you, "I gave you the monolith I acquisitio'd."

Avaris inclines his head politely to Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides.

Romaan gives Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides a respectful salute.

You ponder the Thalassos thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "What if we put water essence in it?"

Selia thinks to herself: Now...who is this?

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides bows her head politely, tucking a curl of indigo hair behind her
ear before she straightens and looks from face to face, curious.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "Just thinking out loud. I have no idea if that is
helpful or not."

Selia says, "...surely he means 'light essence'."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Well, since something has changed with it, I
suppose the thing to do is to attempt to commune with it, see if anything has changed with that..."

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "Light, yes."

You rest your hands upon the Thalassos solemnly speaking, "May the purest waters cleanse your soul and
may the Light fortify it against the darkness." You feel power welling within you and sweeping over the
Thalassos as the sound of water fills the air.
The sound of water swells in time to the thrum of the Thalassos, the sound filling your ears as you
begin to breathe to the rhythm found within its currents.

You feel the rise and fall of the waves, the ebbing and flowing of the life within, and without, and
around, and above you. Voices call to you from all directions, pulling at you like the tides as their
awareness grows and deepens. Strangely, the experience is like a duet, resounding in an abyssal choir,
as evermore you wake to reach... to reach...

Thoughtfully, to himself, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says, "Light essence..."

Then discord comes, and the voices are no longer in tune; they pull away. Away, away, and consciousness
fades, just as quickly as it once had come.
And though you do not know consciousness, you still know pain...

Eventually, though how long you know not, the pain that has been your everything recedes, driven away
by them. Yes, them - but their names escape you. After all, you do not even know your own name. Some of
them call to you, and you answer in your own rhythmic fashion, though they do not understand, and you
have no understanding to give them.

Thrum, thrum, thrum, the rhythm of waves and tides continues, and it beats within you, and now them,
until eventually they find you. Call you. Try to rouse you from your slumber. But still you waken not,
for they are scattered fragments that cannot quite sing the harmonies required.

Until she finds you. And you find her. She calls to you, and you to her, and how can it be? But she
does, she does, and she drives away the pain that threatens to return anew, though none see her but
you. All is not lost, and then just as suddenly, all is silence...

For so long...

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides rests her hands upon the Thalassos, solemnly speaking, "May the
purest waters cleanse your soul and may the Light fortify it against the darkness." A sheen of bright
light surrounds the Thalassos for a moment, the sound of water rushing around it.

And time, time, time calls for you never, until you are somehow found anew...

The thrumming recedes, and you return to awareness of yourself, feeling at once constricted and freed.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Mm... nothing has changed with what it has to
tell through that medium, unfortunately."

Romaan stands at attention, watching and listening intently to Zeasha.

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides glances at Haegan, then offers him an encouraging smile. "Join us
in sanctifying the Thalassos, Slakened. Tell us if you sense anything." She then turns her attention
back to the Thalassos and half-lids her eye, focusing.

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: *it takes them a while to recognize the face, the
familiar face, but all at once it comes back to them, keeps them from thinking clearly for a while -
Zeasha, the one who was there the day Tridemon's arm broke, helping to heal him, helping save his life -
now here, to help save the entire city - wowee what a person*.

Haegan rests his hands upon the Thalassos, solemnly speaking, "May the purest waters cleanse your soul
and may the Light fortify it against the darkness." A sheen of bright light surrounds the Thalassos for
a moment, the sound of water rushing around it.

Slakened Haegan, Novitiate of Purity says, "I do sense something.."

Selia thinks to herself: ...I'm not sure what to do. Better to watch for now.

"Such troubled waters..." Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides murmurs softly.

With a wistful look on his face, Romaan touches the Thalassos.

The surface of the Thalassos roils, a spray of white froth spilling over the coral basin's rim.

Gurashi wrings their hands together as they watch those with an aquamantic connection approach the
great Thalassos, staring at the churning waters within.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer hesitates, watching the three Sanctifiers, then turns his attention
to the others gathered. He lifts his eyebrows, then extends his hand forward, focusing, feeling.

Romaan urges Kennian onwards.

Gurashi looks at Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer hopefully.

Muffled laughter echoes from somewhere outside.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend whispers, "W-we are allowed to touch it?"

Slakened Haegan, Novitiate of Purity says, "Voices were calling to me from all directions, such as
tides.. But sounded more like a chior."

A golden retriever circles around in confusion, then sits on its haunches and whines piteously.

Kennian tilts her head curiously.

A golden retriever pants heavily, her tail wagging enthusiastically.

Gurashi wriggles their fingers, still standing at a distance. "Am not sure if distance would helps me,"
They whisper to no one in particular, finally sliding cautiously closer.

You ponder the Thalassos thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

Selia's hood turns to regard Haegan with interest.

Gurashi tilts their head and listens intently to Haegan.

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: A choir ....

Slakened Haegan, Novitiate of Purity says, "For a moment, I couldn't even remember my own name."

Gurashi stares at Haegan, eyes wide.

The Mantle of Starlight flows gently against your form, twinkling stars shifting across its surface as
the starry infinity continues its eternal motion.

Gurashi stares at the Thalassos, eyes wide.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "... if only we knew what the Thalassic Aegis had
done to commune with it. From what I can tell, she was the only one throughout the ages from its birth
to soothe the pain..."

Gurashi murmurs softly to themself.

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: A -choir-...

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides straightens, tucking a vagrant curl behind an ear as the
Thalassos' waters splash her front, frothing and roiling as it is. She then reaches a hand out to
Haegan, comfortingly, smiling before she looks over her shoulder to you, listening to your words.

Slakened Haegan, Novitiate of Purity says to you, "Yes, I felt that pain."

Gurashi looks at you hopefully.

Gurashi tilts their head and listens intently to the Thalassos.

Singing drifts in from outside, faintly muffled.

Selia suddenly loses focus in her eyes and shudders, then looks curiously refreshed.

Dudley, the celestial mastiff inches bashfully over to the Thalassos and nuzzles it tenderly.

After a moment, Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides says, "... we are not she, but we must find some
means regardless. We have the whole of New Celest at our backs, after all, just as Saint Loathys did,
blessed be her name."

Gurashi looks at Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides hopefully.

Gurashi nods their head emphatically.

Looking to her left and her right, Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides says, "I thought I heard
someone mention the idea of light essence? Perhaps - what do we think this might accomplish, if we
try?"

Selia now turns to Romaan, whose idea this was.

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: Stuffing shiny light-filled things makes them too
shiny.

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: *this logic seems irrefutable*.

Where two waves crash into one another within the Thalassos, a jet of bitter salt and sea shoots upward
in a geyser that dies just as soon as it is born.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says to Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides, "Well, I was
hoping it would provide Power to the Thalassos to have an impact on the storms."

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer likewise looks to Romaan, his expression intrigued.

Kennian smiles softly at Romaan.

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress says, "The Light is very powerful, for sure."

Slakened Haegan, Novitiate of Purity says, "Something else I seen within my personal vision, was that I
was trying to be called to, but the harmonies required to awaken me were merely scattered fragments."

Quietly, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "And soothing ... shiny."

Kennian nods her head at Gurashi, showing her acceptance.

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress says to Gurashi, "Soothing like the water."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "It's actually a surprisingly versatile tactic,
but I'm unsure of what it would actually do. ... perhaps further attune the Thalassos to Celestia for a
time?"

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "Ah! Oh! What an idea!"

As he nods slowly in your direction, you realize Romaan understands.

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress says, "Oh! Finally a way to be useful in this! We can go get the
essence!"

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress says, "While you all see the visions!"

Selia thinks to herself: Ah, again I wonder, as I have...which of the Supernals would be attuned to the
weather? To the air and the winds and the waters...?

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: *remembering how the magic changed from a water focus
to a star one, when water magic changed - a new approach? a hope? an attempt? An idea?*.

Romaan nods his head at Kennian, showing his acceptance.

You ponder the Thalassos thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

As nightfall steals the last vestiges of daylight, a slender leothin's muted coat begins to shine with
a violaceous radiance, and a double pair of wings materializes, grandly extended as if they've been
there all along.

Thinking more to himself outloud, Slakened Haegan, Novitiate of Purity says, "But would light essence
be enough to empower it?"

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says to Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides, "Would it do
any harm if we were to add light essence to the Thalassos?"

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides listens to Haegan's words, her singular brow furrowing in
thoughtfulness. "I wonder if that voice might be the Spirit herself...the Thalassos..." she trails off,
then looks to Romaan and you. "I cannot think of a reason not to try," she says. "Far better to try
something than to let it continue, tormented like this..."

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "If no harm can come, then we should try."

Effervescent motes of light surround the figure of Avaris as he gazes off into the distance.

Singing drifts in from outside, faintly muffled.

Avaris steps confidently forwards into the swirling dance of light and vanishes.
Dudley watches Avaris with big, sad eyes as he leaves.

Romaan points boldly towards the horizon and declares in a proud tone, "Onward!"

Alarin Rian says, "I'll scour the other Elemental Planes and convert them."

With perked, upright ears, a ruddy Nyalian mastiff lopes away to the up as if he were alerted to some
danger ahead.
Her tongue lolling out to the side, Dudley, the celestial mastiff, gives a deafening 'woof' and bounds
out to the up.

Alarin spreads their arms wide, and the air between their hands begins to warp and twist, dancing with
brilliant multicoloured light as they bore a hole through the fabric of the planes.

A swirling gateway of brilliant light pierces the air before Alarin, boring a hole through the very
fabric of the planes. Alarin ascends confidently through the rotating gate, which shimmers and snaps
shut behind them.

Soterasiel searches the air in front of him, then tugs upon an invisible strand of force.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer nods his head so hard that his hat might just fall off. "I will
remain here to study the Thalassos further."

Selia says, "Perhaps if each of us were to take on a specific Plane, and divide the task..."

Selia says, "It would be completed more quickly."

Soterasiel turns translucent and then vanishes, leaving behind a cloud of sparkling motes of light.

Gurashi nods their head emphatically.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "... soothe the pain, soothe the storm. Raziela's
love might be useful in that regard..."

Thaldorn Thornfist, the White perks up his ears, then dashes off to an unheard summons.

Gurashi nods their head emphatically.

Gurashi nods their head emphatically.

Gurashi looks at you hopefully.

Gurashi looks at Selia hopefully.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "Ah, uhm, uh."

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend exclaims, "I will go ... to air!"

Gurashi points off into the wild blue yonder.

Gurashi suddenly shouts, "POOF!" and waits as if expecting something.

You nod your head emphatically.

The air grows colder and the surroundings seem darker as Gurashi departs to the up, the angelic voices
fading with them.
With a playful chirr, Bizirik turns sharply and scampers off to the up.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "I'll stay here and be available for teleporting
to. Let the younger backs and feet take care of all that running around and suchlike."

(Celest): Alarin (from the Air Elemental Plane) says, "Scouring the Plane of Air."

Selia says, "I will attend to the Fire Plane, then."

(Celest): Selia says, "I will attend to the Fire Plane."

(Celest): Gurashi (from the Air Elemental Plane) says, "Am on air as well!"

Selia spreads her arms wide, and the air between her hands begins to warp and twist, dancing with
brilliant multicoloured light as she bores a hole through the fabric of the planes.

A swirling gateway of brilliant light pierces the air before Selia, boring a hole through the very
fabric of the planes. Selia ascends confidently through the rotating gate, which shimmers and snaps
shut behind her.
With a fierce cry, a pure white gryphon flaps his cloudy wings of ethereal mist and flies off to the
ether.

Slakened Haegan, Novitiate of Purity says to you, "My thoughts were five pieces of essence, each
representing the "body" of the Great Supernals. Empowering those "bodies" with what each of the
Supernals represent."

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides flashes you a smile as she draws her mandolin over her torso.
Turning her eye back to the Thalassos, she strums a chord, and hums a soothing, gentle note.

(Celest): Gurashi (from the Air Elemental Plane) says, "If you find the essence i dropped before got
blown outs ... grab it yes please."

(Celest): Gurashi (from the Air Elemental Plane) says, "Wiiiiiindy."

(Celest): Selia (from the Water Elemental Plane) says, "Actually...the Lake of Dreams is still
populated. I will handle it first."

(Celest): Alarin (from the Air Elemental Plane) says, "Aye, ran past a couple of them. I have you
covered, Witness!"

(Celest): Gurashi (from the Air Elemental Plane) says, "Wonderful!"

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "It would likely take a great deal more than five
essence for that. Though if you are interested in that, I recommend going to get globes and filling
them from the statues in the Deep Blue Cathedral."

(Celest): Gurashi (from the Air Elemental Plane) says, "Thank you!"

Slakened Haegan, Novitiate of Purity says to you, "Well, I meant more of empowering those essence by
performing something over them."

(Celest): Gurashi (from the Air Elemental Plane) says, "Air is clear."

The surface of the Thalassos roils, a spray of white froth spilling over the coral basin's rim.

You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light.
You sense Romaan pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.

(Celest): Alarin (from the Air Elemental Plane) says, "The Plane of Air is clear as well."

His eyes focused and vigilant, a ruddy Nyalian mastiff lopes in from the ether at the beck and call of
his companion.
Her tail whacking you in the legs, Dudley, the celestial mastiff comes in from the ether.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "Ok, here goes."

A bit of light essence floats for a moment upon the surface of the Thalassos, before a wave tosses it
over the edge.

A bit of light essence floats for a moment upon the surface of the Thalassos, before a wave tosses it
over the edge.

Haegan suddenly scoops up a bit of light essence.
You suddenly scoop up a bit of light essence.

A bit of light essence floats for a moment upon the surface of the Thalassos, before a wave tosses it
over the edge.

"Shush, little heart..." Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides sings softly, then pauses, quieting her
instrument and looking to Romaan.

(Celest): Selia (from the Water Elemental Plane) says, "The Lake of Dreams is clear. Have any attended
to the Starry Sea?"

You think to yourself: It would still take a lot of work out of the any attempted attunement...

You ponder the Thalassos thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

(Celest): Kennian says, "Yes."

Haegan suddenly scoops up a bit of light essence.

(Celest): Selia (from the Water Elemental Plane) says, "On the the Fire Plane, then."

(Celest): Romaan says, "Yes, the starry sea is done."

(Celest): Alarin (from Celestia, Plane of Light) says, "The essence has been converted!"

A bit of light essence floats for a moment upon the surface of the Thalassos, before a wave tosses it
over the edge.

(Celest): Gurashi (from Celestia, Plane of Light) says, "Tridemon are you still at the Thalassos?"

Haegan suddenly scoops up a bit of light essence.

(Celest): You say, "Aye."

(Celest): Haegan says, "I am with the Thalassos as well."

Romaan ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light.
You sense Alarin pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer watches the essence spill back over the the Thalassos's rim, then
turns his gaze back to it. He closes his eyes, and he focuses, his staff pointed.

(Celest): Gurashi (from Celestia, Plane of Light) says, "Many thank yous both!!"

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies
as Alarin comes into view.
The distant clanking of metal on metal is heard as a giant silverback gorilla clad in a shimmering suit
of golden armour strides in from the ether.
Scenting Alarin as they enter, Dudley sits and gives them her paw.

(Celest): Selia (from the Fire Elemental Plane) says, "The Fire Plane is yet touched."

Alarin stands at attention and gives a crisp salute with their furry right paw.

Thaldorn Thornfist, the White gives the world a smart salute.

(Celest): Selia (from the Fire Elemental Plane) says, "...untouched, I mean."

Alarin gives 22 bits of light essence to you.

(Celest): Gurashi (from Celestia, Plane of Light) says, "Be wary hunting on Fire and Earth."

Haegan gives a bit of light essence to you.

Haegan gives a bit of light essence to you.

Haegan gives a bit of light essence to you.

(Celest): Gurashi (from Celestia, Plane of Light) says, "Be careful! Be safe."

Romaan stares intently from Zeasha to the Thalassos and back again.

You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light.
You sense Gurashi pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Hm."

A series of pure, crystalline notes sounds in the air as Gurashi steps smoothly into being.
Scenting Gurashi as they enter, Dudley sits and gives them her paw.

You put a bit of light essence into the Thalassos.
A bit of light essence floats for a moment upon the surface of the Thalassos, before a wave tosses it
over the edge.

Alarin picks up a bit of light essence.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "I have some...ah."

Gurashi looks at the Thalassos, frowning as their expression fills with concern.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "Oh no!"

Syr Thaldorn Thornfist enters with long steady strides, his armour clanking loudly as he approaches. He
salutes sharply before standing at attention by Alarin's side.

Kennian watches Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer carefully and then stares at her own staff,
attempting to emulate the behavior.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "It does not want light essence...? Perhaps..."

"Focus with me," Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer asks you and Kennian, before returning his efforts
to focusing upon the Thalassos.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "Not yet. Zeasha my be work..."

Romaan urges his companions onwards.

Gently, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend asks, "I have brought some essence - what do I do?"

"Shh!" Romaan says to Gurashi, putting a finger to his lips.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins whispers, "The Aquamancers are focusing."

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides strums upon her mandolin, explaining, "The Thalassos is refusing
the essence - perhaps let us help the aquamancers, and commune more closely with it."

Alarin gives a bit of light essence to you.

Gyorn La'Saet has entered the realm of Lusternia.

Gurashi purses their lips, their question quiet but hopeful before they quickly quiet themselves,
nodding several times.

Alarin nods their head emphatically.

Alarin Rian says, "We are willing to try."

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: *a chastened thrum, realizing that there are things
happening - the water magics! excitement! childish excitement!*.

The melodious voice of Chundae resonates in your mind, "Hello! Um... Selia told me that I might reach
out to ask about some important mission that involves hunting on Fire? Would you be able to explain
just a little?"

Thaldorn Thornfist, the White nods his head emphatically.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "Aye, we will do what we can."

You have emoted: Tridemon runs his fingers across a dazzling white staff crowned by a platinum pearl
before turning his attention to the Thalassos, focusing intently, a small amount of frost running
across his fingers before melting away.

A ruddy Nyalian mastiff paws at the ground absently, a low whine escaping his muzzle.

Kennian closes her eyes to concentrate harder, pointing the tip of her staff toward the Thalassos.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says to Kennian, "Do what you can, dear."

Alarin shimmers with incandescent energy as the images of the Nine Seals blaze into existence along
their arms. After a long moment they fade, though their eyes blaze with light for some time after.

Gurashi watches Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides as she begins to pluck at her instrument,
eventually looking down to their own.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Chundae Lunarose, "We're gathering up essence to attempt to
use an artifact to calm the storm clouds above Celest so that it stops raining quite so much on us."

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides strums her mandolin, and she hums a soothing lullaby, rippling
like calming sea waves over her strings and through her voice.

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: *...a songs of the sea...*.

The melodious voice of Chundae resonates in your mind, "Oooh. Well, that's very understandable. Okay."

You have emoted: Tridemon's attention flickers momentarily to something unseen before returning to the
task at hand.

Distant and muffled voices filter in from outside.

The melodious voice of Chundae resonates in your mind, "I think everyone deserves the chance to fight
the storm in whatever way they can. Thank you for answering me!"

With the magics and the musics, the Thalassos begins to respond - not calming, not quieting, but
something indelible still seems to shift in its churning waters.

Gurashi looks down at the essence in their hand, carefully transferring to a hypnotic paisley
saddlebag. They too begin to play on their lyre, accompanying Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides's
melody with a light accompaniment, brow furrowed as they watch the Thalassos, the working Aquamancers.

Her eye opening, glancing to Gurashi and smiling, Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides continues to
play, focusing. "Try," she encourages quietly, the word sung not as an interruption, but part of the
music.

Alarin sips a potion of mana from a shimmering rainbow vial.

You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light.
You sense Selia pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies
as Selia, riding a pure white gryphon with cloudy wings of ethereal mist, comes into view.
Gliding in upon cloudy wings of ethereal mist, a pure white gryphon arrives from the ether, shrouded in
fathomless darkness.

Gurashi jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Gyorn pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Gurashi.

Selia gives 36 bits of light essence to you.

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies
as Gyorn comes into view.
Scenting Gyorn as he enters, Dudley sits and gives him her paw.

Gyorn sips a potion of mana from a glowing pearl vial.

Selia says, "That is what I was able to find."

Gyorn smiles slightly as a shifting reflection of Kennian materialises on the surface of a shimmering
ball of pure water that coalesces in his palm.

Gyorn La'Saet says, "Ah yes, the man I learned Aquamancy from."

"Try?" Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer echoes Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides, breaking his
concentration for a moment, and then the meaning settles in. "Oh!" He hushes, speaking beneath the
music, threading his concentration back to the task at hand, "Maybe the Thalassos will accept the
essence now?"

Kennian inhales deeply and shifts her grip on her staff, maintaining concentration.

Gyorn doffs a silver and coral crown to Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer.

The soft lambency of passing hummingbirds filters in from outside, shedding light on a dark night.

The waters of the Thalassos engulf a bit of light essence, drowning it deep within its undertow.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer motions Gyorn closer, to the group of aquamancers focused upon the
Thalassos.

(Celestial Gathering): Romaan says, "I broke it!"

Gurashi gazes back at Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides, their expression hopeful, bittersweet, as
they nod once and strum dreamily upon their instrument. The light essence in their open bag glitters
visibly at their side, forgotten as they play.

You have emoted: Tridemon breathes out, his breath clearly visible despite the comfortable ambient
temperature, maintaining his concentration as he moves to put the essence into the Thalassos.

Gurashi glances askance at a bit of light essence.

You put a bit of light essence into the Thalassos.
The waters of the Thalassos engulf a bit of light essence, drowning it deep within its undertow.

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: Oh - right.

Gyorn places the tips of his fingers in the water here and twirls slowly in a circle.

You put a bit of light essence into the Thalassos.
The waters of the Thalassos engulf a bit of light essence, drowning it deep within its undertow.

A benthic moan rises on tortured currents within the Thalassos, grinding out upon its tumultuous
waters.

SUDDENLY MOBPROG ERROR SO WE STOPPED FOR A BIT

Gurashi looks at you hopefully.

Raising a hand, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says, "A moment."

Softly, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend sings, "Ahhhh, there it goes, down it goes..."

Romaan nods his head at Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer.

Gurashi looks at Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer hopefully.

The soft lambency of passing hummingbirds filters in from outside, shedding light on a dark night.

Spidery fingers of crimson lightning flash across the tumultuous skies, gripping the parapets of Deep
Blue Cathedral like the hand of an angry god before letting go.

Kennian peeks open one eye to watch as the essence is added. Seeing the success she closes her eyes
tight again with renewed conviction.

Selia folds her hands together within her sleeves, and lowers her head.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer gestures again with his staff, his eyes wide as he studies the
Thalassos. "Again!"

The waters of the Thalassos engulf a bit of light essence, drowning it deep within its undertow.

Romaan claps his hands together merrily.

Riding a geyser of brackish water spraying all nearby, a tempestuous bit of sea essence shoots out of
the Thalassos once more, no longer infused with the Light but thrashing with tempestuous energy.

Alarin picks up a tempestuous bit of sea essence.

The waters of the Thalassos engulf a bit of light essence, drowning it deep within its undertow.

Riding a geyser of brackish water spraying all nearby, a tempestuous bit of sea essence shoots out of
the Thalassos once more, no longer infused with the Light but thrashing with tempestuous energy.

Alarin picks up a tempestuous bit of sea essence.

In a sing-song voice, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "Look at it go, look at it go..."

Selia thinks to herself: O Raziela, what should I do? What would you do...?

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says to you, "Dear one, dear one."


Gurashi gives 15 bits of light essence to you.


You have emoted: Tridemon breathes in again, and breathes out calmly, a sheen of light running over his
staff for a brief instant as he channels the powers of Sanctification through it.

THALASSOS WILL NOT ACCEPT MORE THAN ONE AT A TIME. MUCH CONVERSION ENSUES.

Gurashi blinks.

Softly, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "What kind of essence is -that-."

Gurashi deftly plays a short melody on their instrument, smiling as sparkles glint faintly in the air.
Romaan wipes the back of his hand across his brow in relief.

Splashed by the waters of the Thalassos, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer finally lifts his staff and
taps it against the chamber's floor once more. His eyes are wide as he looks between those placing
essence into the Thalassos, and the essence itself that is churned back out.

Softly, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "I do not recognize it..."

Alarin gives 50 tempestuous bits of sea essence to you.

(Celestial Gathering): Gyorn says, "I'm on a phone, not that bad."

Alarin gives 10 tempestuous bits of sea essence to you.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "... sea essence."

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend whispers, "It is ..."

Gyorn picks up 2 tempestuous bits of sea essence.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend asks you, "May I see it one?"

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "How odd."

Gurashi coughs softly.

Kennian takes a deep breath and whispers, "It smells like the Inner Sea.. but feisty."

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "See one, rather..."

Kennian giggles happily.

You display a tempestuous bit of sea essence for all in the room to see.

Imbued with the tempestuous power of the Inner Sea, this globe of troubled essence churns in fits of
rage. Intermittent water spouts cut through its ultramarine heart, writhing into cyclones agitated by
their own bitter ferocity until the waters swallow them whole once more. A lacing of white spindrift
crests the waves which chop across its outermost surface, whipped into frenzied surges by the squall
tormenting the core within.
It is strangely weightless.
It has the following aliases: bit, essence.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "Should we just take this to the Inner Sea?"

The soft lambency of passing hummingbirds filters in from outside, shedding light on a dark night.

Gyorn begins to follow you.

You lift a wizzer image box up and pull the lever. It begins to make a series of clicking and whirring
sounds as a light extends and emits a bright flash at a tempestuous bit of sea essence. A piece of
paper floats from the front of the camera into your hands.

"Sea essence..." Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides echoes softly, her mouth slightly agape.

Selia looks surprised and says, "Ah...the very essence of the Sea itself, even, torrid with rage."

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend whispers, "...it looks ..."

Kennian relaxes her grip on her staff and comes back to a relaxed posture as she turns to listen.

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: Sad.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins asks, "Or maybe fly up into the clouds and release it
there?"

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: Angry sea ...

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "... I can't help but wonder what an
aquachemancer would make out of this."

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend whispers, "Like the storms..."

Sheets of rain pelt the rooftops of the city: an orchestra of noises that leaves every shingle, window,
and gutter slick or waterlogged.

Gyorn nods his head at you.

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress thinks to herself: Should make sure the Coven doesn't get near any of
it.

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress thinks to herself: Who -knows- what they could do with it.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "... Well, perhaps putting it in the Pool of
Stars would help matters."

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides slings her mandolin over her shoulder and draws nearer to the
Thalassos' basin, her wide eye softening. "You really *are* in pain, aren't you," she whispers,
touching her hand to the rim.

Selia thinks to herself: ...I guess he'd know.

You give 10 tempestuous bits of sea essence to Gurashi, The Heart's Friend.

Gurashi lets out a little sound, their jaw set tight, expression sorrowful as they watch the Thalassos,
then Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides approaching it, speaking to it.

As he nods slowly in your direction, you realize Romaan understands.

Gurashi stares at you, gaze softening and frowning at you as their expression fills with concern.

Gurashi looks down at the essence they hold, frowning. "...do you think ... it will work?" They ask
you.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say to Gurashi, "Go see about putting that in the
Pool? Not sure if it'll do anything, but even if the nexus just eats it..."

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer leans forward upon his driftwood staff, frowning slightly, worry
warring with intrigue battling his studious drive. Suddenly, he says, "Does it seem a little bit...
calmer, though?"

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides glances curiously to Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer, then back
to the Thalassos once more.

Displeasure drips from the distant yowl of a cat, whose pained and frustrated voice echoes down the
spiralling streets and alleyways this night.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend whispers, "Less geysers ..."

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: Poor kitty.

You ponder the Thalassos thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides places her other hand upon the Thalassos's rim and peers into its
roiling depths. "A bit," she whispers tentatively. "A very small bit, perhaps. Why...?"

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: *a tiny thread of hope*.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins asks, "I guess put more essence in the Pool?"

Selia thinks to herself: Very small...maybe we'll need more and more of this essence.


Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend whispers, "I will go ... see what happens, when I try
that, yes. With one."

You nod your head emphatically.

Selia thinks to herself: Putting it in the pool seems a waste. But I'm not the aquologist...

Gurashi shuffles backwards awkwardly, watching the Thalassos, then the essence in their pool.

There is a slight pause in the rain as the storm clouds part, letting in a trickle of sunlight to cast
spangled rainbows through the air as if the sky were stained glass.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "I will see, just one. Not the whole bunch."

Gyorn leaves, following Gurashi, The Heart's Friend.
The air grows colder and the surroundings seem darker as Gurashi departs to the up, the angelic voices
fading with them.
Dudley watches Gurashi with big, sad eyes as they leave.

(Celest): Gurashi says, "It is rejected."

You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light.
You sense Gurashi pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.

Gyorn arrives, following Gurashi, The Heart's Friend.
A series of pure, crystalline notes sounds in the air as Gurashi steps smoothly into being.
Scenting Gurashi as they enter, Dudley sits and gives them her paw.

(Celest): Gurashi says, "We checked!"

Gurashi strikes a pose.

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: WhereisBizirik.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer flashes Gurashi a joyous smile.

Selia thinks to herself: That's a relief.

Gyorn nods his head at Gurashi, showing his acceptance.

Gurashi returns, clutching the essence near to them as if it were precious cargo. "What if we convert
it to light ... again."

With a slow nod to Gurashi, Romaan shows his understanding.

Gurashi narrows their eyes, peering about suspiciously.

The surface of the Thalassos roils, a spray of white froth spilling over the coral basin's rim.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "And then ... keep putting it ... in ..."

Gurashi looks at the Thalassos hopefully.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend asks, "It does look a little, ah, cleaner. Clearer. Less
churn-y, yes?"

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins asks, "Try in the Inner Sea?"

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend asks, "Put the essence in the SEA you thinks?"

You ponder a tempestuous bit of sea essence thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

Gurashi boggles at Romaan.

Alarin Rian says, "Actually... I think Gurashi might be on to something."

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "I mean."

Gurashi blushes furiously.

Gurashi glances askance at Alarin.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "I-it is just a think, a thunk. I-it might not work
twice but I am willing to see what happens."

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "Mister Methrentoooooonnnn."

Gyorn leaves, following Gurashi, The Heart's Friend.
The air grows colder and the surroundings seem darker as Gurashi departs to the up, the angelic voices
fading with them.
Dudley watches Gurashi with big, sad eyes as they leave.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "Will the Supernals be able to return it to Light
essence?"

Alarin Rian says, "It's worth a try."

(Celest): Gurashi (from Celestia, Plane of Light) says, "He changed it!"
.
Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Seems so."

(Celest): Alarin says, "What does it look like now, Witness?"

(Celest): Gurashi (from Celestia, Plane of Light) says, "It is light essence!"

You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light.
You sense Gurashi pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.

You carefully insert a sketch of a tempestuous bit of sea essence into an opulent, leather-bound brown
sketchpad.

A series of pure, crystalline notes sounds in the air as Gurashi steps smoothly into being.
Scenting Gurashi as they enter, Dudley sits and gives them her paw.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "I have it I have it."

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "Just the one."

Gurashi cups a bit of light essence preciously, wandering close with wide-eyes.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend asks, "Sh-should I puts it in?"

Gurashi looks at the Thalassos hopefully.

Gurashi looks at a bit of light essence hopefully.

Gurashi looks at Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer hopefully.

Gurashi looks at you hopefully.

You nod your head emphatically.

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: Please...!

Gurashi puts a bit of light essence into the Thalassos.
The waters of the Thalassos engulf a bit of light essence, drowning it deep within its undertow.

Gurashi looks at the Thalassos hopefully.

Riding a geyser of brackish water spraying all nearby, a tempestuous bit of sea essence shoots out of
the Thalassos once more, no longer infused with the Light but thrashing with tempestuous energy.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "Hrm."

Haegan suddenly scoops up a tempestuous bit of sea essence.

Gurashi snaps their fingers.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "Ah! Heckity! So."

(Celest): Gyorn says, "I'll convert mine too then."

(Celest): Gurashi says, "Wait..."

Kennian tilts her head curiously.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer turns his attention back to the Thalassos. Consideringly, he agrees,
"Perhaps we do need to do more. Enough to calm these waters to better connect with them?" He glances to
you, to Haegan, to Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides and to everyone else. "I do not...know much of
what the Spirits of Nature might need, or how to soothe any of them..."

Singing drifts in from outside, faintly muffled.

(Celest): Gurashi says, "It converted it back into angry sea energy ... but it did that the firstly
time too... so I am not sure it worked the way we wants it too or nots."

Selia says, "...but there are others who do."

(Celest): Gyorn (from Celestia, Plane of Light) says, "Don't convert it?"

(Celest): Gyorn (from Celestia, Plane of Light) says, "Hm."

Selia thinks to herself: Why have the alliance with the southern forest if we aren't going to use them?

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "More!"

Haegan gives a tempestuous bit of sea essence to you.

Selia says, "...perhaps one of the commune's shamans would know of such."

Contemplatively, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says, "... maybe we should hold onto the essence for
now, and use more? What if we can put this energy to better use and calm it somehow?"

(Celest): Gyorn (from Celestia, Plane of Light) says, "I have 28 essence."

Gurashi jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Gyorn pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Gurashi.

You ponder the Thalassos thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies
as Gyorn comes into view.
Scenting Gyorn as he enters, Dudley sits and gives him her paw.

Gyorn puts a bit of light essence into the Thalassos.
The waters of the Thalassos engulf a bit of light essence, drowning it deep within its undertow.

(Celest): Gurashi says, "Bring it back and hold onto it for now, yes."

Riding a geyser of brackish water spraying all nearby, a tempestuous bit of sea essence shoots out of
the Thalassos once more, no longer infused with the Light but thrashing with tempestuous energy.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "We drop Light Essence in the Pool to empower it.
Would not it be the same to drop Sea essence into the Inner Sea to empower it?"

Alarin suddenly scoops up a tempestuous bit of sea essence.
'I'm not sure we want to strengthen the Sea at this point.
Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "I'm not sure we want to strengthen the Sea at
this point."

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "We want to soothes it."

Tau the Twilit has entered the realm of Lusternia.

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress thinks to herself: Too bad Lady Lantra couldn't heal the essence.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "It would be able to fight the magics that are making
it crazy."

(Squirrels): Tau says, "I return."

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress thinks to herself: Thalassos thing too.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "... in fact, putting this particular essence
into the sea seems like it'd just make things worse. It's full of a violent tempest."

Gyorn ponders a bit of light essence thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

Gurashi lets out a sad sound and sways from one foot to the other, gazing up at the Thalassos.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer rummages about his things, then produces a vessel, and he hesitates.
"While we consider what to do, I volunteer to keep the sea essence with me, in this?"

Gyorn La'Saet says, "Okay."

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend asks Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer, "You do not
mind?"

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says to Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer, "I have a bag,
here, it will make it easier to holds."

Gyorn puts a bit of light essence into the Thalassos.
The waters of the Thalassos engulf a bit of light essence, drowning it deep within its undertow.

GYORN THALASSOS ESSENCE SPAM

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "Oh wait his bag is better."

Gyorn nods his head emphatically.

Gurashi throws back their head as they laugh.

ESSENCE TO MANCHAL SPAM

"I would hate to get your bag all wet!" Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says, grinning at Gurashi as
he collects the essence from you and Gyorn.

Gurashi grins mischievously at Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer.

Gurashi pats a hypnotic paisley saddlebag in a friendly manner.

Gyorn utters a deep, rumbling laugh at Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer.

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: He would look fanciful in it though.

Gurashi hums softly to themself.

Gyorn pats a droplet backpack in a friendly manner.

Haegan gives a tempestuous bit of sea essence to Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer.

Gurashi rubs a ring of bone and fire opal and it begins to glow with a pulsating light.
Gurashi briefly holds a hand over their mouth, then removes it and reveals sparkling blue lips.

Slakened Haegan, Novitiate of Purity says, "Somehow I got a piece as well."

Haegan smirks.

Gyorn deftly unrolls a ball of magnetic crystal which begins spinning rapidly.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "... right then, I think I should probably put
down a palm sigil here..."

You drop a palm sigil.

Alarin Rian says, "...as did I."

Alarin Rian says, "Odd."

Alarin gives a tempestuous bit of sea essence to you.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend whispers, "We must think of more ways."

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer sets his vessel down, then slowly begins to ease essence bit after
essence bit into it. Soon enough, one can hear the storms and their tempestuous energy frothing within,
a curious echo of the storms weathered by the Thalassos.

You give a tempestuous bit of sea essence to Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer.

Muffled laughter echoes from somewhere outside.

Gurashi squishes their hands to their face. "It is still quite angry, the essence ... oh!"

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "What if we are taking the bad energies out of the
Thalassos!"

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Seems likely, yes."

Gurashi looks down at the angry little bits of essence in the vessel. "Theories! I am not one for
thinkies. In with the goodly, out with the badly, as they say!"

Gurashi looks at the Thalassos hopefully.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer begins to utter quiet aquamantic incantations, sigils glowing about
the vessel, quieting the riotous energies seething within. It isn't enough to calm them completely, not
by any means, but the vessel does not threaten to burst or break apart.

Gyorn La'Saet says, "Oh good."

Alarin ponders the situation.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "... a literal tempest in a bottle."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "Interesting."

Selia thinks to herself: It's working?

Gyorn nods his head in agreement.

Wryly, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says, "Who would have thought?"

Gyorn nods his head sagely at Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer.

Thaldorn Thornfist, the White says to Gurashi, "Good call."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "If only we had an appropriate teapot."

Alarin nods their head at Thaldorn Thornfist, the White, showing their acceptance.

A wry smile spreads across Gyorn's face.

Gurashi seems utterly fascinated by Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer's magical vessel. "Yeah, that
would have ruined my bags... I think," They whisper, tightening their grasp on the strap of a hypnotic
paisley saddlebag.

Gyorn beams at Gurashi and nods, proffering a chipper "Yep!" to finalize his position on the matter.

Kennian ponders a phial of celestial holy water thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

Alarin ponders the situation.

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress says, "The.. the phials are pretty powerful? Maybe we could empty one?"

Duchess Kennian, Arm of Redress says, "I.. I am not good with the big thoughts."

Kennian giggles happily.

Alarin eats a simple platter of summer fruit with obvious gusto.

Alarin coughs softly.

Gurashi grins mischievously at Kennian.

Alarin Rian says, "Please pardon that."

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says to Kennian, "You are plenty goodly with bigly
thinks."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "If we need a vessel for that sort of thing, we
should consult Jethri. But that bottle seems to be holding up fine."

Listening to everyone's theories, Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer hesitates, then straightens,
leaning on his driftwood staff slightly for support. "If it is quite all right with everyone, I will
remain here, by the Thalassos a time. Perhaps in about a month, we might reconvene - and in the
meantime, will visitors be allowed to be escorted with some frequency to visit and soak up more of the
storms?"

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend exclaims, "Golden sands!"

Gurashi narrows their eyes, peering about suspiciously.

Selia says to Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer, "You're the expert. I would say that your guidance is
sound, though I cannot speak from any position other than speculative."

Gurashi nods their head emphatically.

Kennian gently lays her head against Romaan as she listens.

Alarin tilts back their head and inhales deeply while twitching a wolf's snout.

Gyorn La'Saet says, "That wpuld be good if we could get here, not being guild members."

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "We can reconvene in a month and see what else we
have learned."

Gurashi nods their head at Gyorn.

Gently, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "Yes, yes. I would like to helps if possible."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "If a Sanctifier is awake at the time of need,
they should be capable of the escort. I'll write up a notification for the guild to let them all know."

Gurashi looks at you hopefully.

Gurashi nods their head emphatically.

Gurashi's gaze softens as they smile.

Gyorn La'Saet says, "So, put more light essence in here?"

Romaan nods his head at you.

Gyorn nods his head at the Thalassos.

Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer thanks you profusely.

Ducking beneath a nearby window ledge, a brown-furred rat shakes their bristled fur in an attempt to
become dry once more. Having failed, they slink away into the nooks and crannies of the city.

Gyorn mutters an incantation and runs a hand across a page of a luminescent booklet of gold-lined
pages, lines appearing upon the parchment immediately.

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides nods gratefully toward you.

Alarin mutters an incantation and runs a hand across a page of a luminescent booklet of gold-lined
pages, lines appearing upon the parchment immediately.

Alarin shifts their eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Gyorn hums innocently to himself.

Alarin grins mischievously at Gyorn.

Smiling, holding her hands before herself, Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides says to Gyorn, "It
seems that way."

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend whispers, "Amazing..."

Muffled laughter echoes from somewhere outside.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, you say, "And give the sea essence to Manchal, yes. I'm
sure-" He pauses a moment to watch the rat slink off, narrowing his eyes at it. "... that the guild
will be cooperative with this particular endeavor."

Gyorn La'Saet says to Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides, "Trying to get it clear so I can
remember."

Gurashi stares up at the Thalassos in silent reverence, hands folded over their instrument, holding it
close to their chest.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "So we continue to convert light to sea essence and
then give it to Manchal."

Gurashi looks at the Thalassos, frowning as their expression fills with concern.

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: Poor spirits ...

Where two waves crash into one another within the Thalassos, a jet of bitter salt and sea shoots upward
in a geyser that dies just as soon as it is born.

Gurashi, The Heart's Friend thinks to themself: Ah - there is the geysers again...

"If it isn't too much trouble, Sir Romaan," Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer says with a smile.

Alarin nods their head emphatically.

A look of understanding crossing their features, Gurashi nods their head slowly.

Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says, "I understand."

"Indeed," Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides exhales softly.

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "It will be my honor. Absolutely no trouble at all."

You have been recognised by Selia for: For being a very fitting leader/guildmaster type person in the
recent sea-essence event!
You just earned 5 daily credits. You can earn 15 more.

Howling across the city streets, the storm's wind billows around you like the caress of a wave: furious
at first, but then gentle in the next moment.

Alarin Rian says, "Aye. We will assist as much as possible."

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says to you, "I have set my beacon here. I will use it only
as a last resort if no Sanctifier is awake."

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides touches the Thalassos' rim again, her eye closing for a brief
moment, and then she turns to the gathering. "I look forward to seeing you all again in a month's
time," she smiles. "I pray we find a way to help."

Gurashi nods their head emphatically.

Alarin nods their head emphatically.

Alarin stands at attention and gives a crisp salute with their furry right paw.

Romaan gives Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides a respectful salute.

Thaldorn Thornfist, the White gives the world a smart salute.

Speaking up again, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend says to Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides, "Thank
you, so muchly - for everything."

Romaan gives Manchal, the Seafaring Aquamancer a respectful salute.

Kennian waves goodbye.

Alarin spreads their arms wide, and the air between their hands begins to warp and twist, dancing with
brilliant multicoloured light as they bore a hole through the fabric of the planes.

Zeasha Novikei, Canticle of the Tides holds her hands right in front of her, solemnly speaking, "May
the purest water cleanse this place and the power of the Holy Light fortify it". Following her words,
the ground beneath her hands glows and the rushing of water can be heard.

A swirling gateway of brilliant light pierces the air before Alarin, boring a hole through the very
fabric of the planes. Alarin ascends confidently through the rotating gate, which shimmers and snaps
shut behind them.
Dudley watches Alarin with big, sad eyes as they leave.
With a sharp salute, Thaldorn Thornfist, the White strides out to the ether. The steady clanking of his
armour can still be heard as he departs.

With a sweep of her white robes, Zeasha Novikei bows her head humbly and departs to the up.

With perked, upright ears, a ruddy Nyalian mastiff lopes away to the up as if he were alerted to some
danger ahead.
Her tongue lolling out to the side, Dudley, the celestial mastiff, gives a deafening 'woof' and bounds
out to the up.

You ponder the Thalassos thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

Gurashi begins to follow you.

You nod your head emphatically.