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- ((Lots of puzzle solving, etc, eventually leading to the compass pointing directly down.))
- Her voice silken to the ears, Preceptor Kalas Vexacion, the Iron Maiden of Nil says to Teyitha
- Contelli, "What lies beneath this sea?"
- Teyitha Contelli says to Vexacion, "Only the ocean floor..."
- Dino DiGagio mutters to himself, quickly moving towards his appointed spot, "Better check and make
- sure she's ready to sail."
- A whirring, clicking cacophony fills the air as the helm is adjusted by some sort of mechanical
- contrivance, with the ship responding in turn.
- You see Teyitha Contelli shout, "Basin! While the collection and deciphering of this song has been a
- long process, it seems we managed to figure it out. For those still seeking an adventure, return to
- the Empress' Last Breath."
- Teyitha Contelli says to Uzriel, "You literally fled the ship."
- Voice muffled by his mask, Necrochemist Uzriel d'Vanecu, the Demagogue of Dissonance says, "No I've
- come for the adventure part."
- Teyitha Contelli says to Uzriel, "We are glad that you didn't throw the papers into the sea. I
- imagine the ink would have run."
- You see Teyitha Contelli shout, "Last chance, Basin! Treasure awaits us!"
- Teyitha Contelli says to Rauye Rhineseer, "Ruby, prepare for underwater travel."
- In an instant, the crew of the Empress burst into action. Sails are struck and secured to masts, as
- the crew dart about securing cargo to the desk and sealing off the canons. Tarps of unknown material
- are pulled out, the crew darting about as they cover crates and other items in the thick material.
- The activity begins to die down as the crew shuffle into the depths of the ship, the last individual
- sealing the door behind him with a slam.
- Still as the sea arround it, the Empress sits upon the water, her doors sealed and cargo secured. A
- loud hum errupts from the water as propellers flare to life, the sea suddenly a turbluant mass of
- seafoam and waves. The Empress does not move forward, but suddenly begins to sink into the water,
- vanishing into the depths as the Inner Sea closes over the deck.
- Swiftly descending into the deep ocean, the tallest of her masts dips below the water, the Inner Sea
- calm once more as the Empress is lost beneath the water.
- Leaving a disturbance of seawater and wildlife in her wake, The Empress' Last Breath glides
- gracefully under the water. A series of lamps affixed to her bow lights the way, cutting through the
- depths as she moves silently through the sea.
- Teyitha Contelli begins to guide the ship, turning the wheel as she looks at the compass carefully.
- Soon, she gestures at Rauye, who quickly runs off to throw anchor.
- Whispering, Norin Saltfeather exclaims to Gurashi, "Isn't it grand? Hallifax has nothing like this
- ship!"
- You see Teyitha Contelli yell, "HERE!"
- Rauye Rhineseer returns, panting.
- Incandescent light from the network of gizmos and gadgets begin to eerily glow azure as energy races
- through the ship.
- Teyitha Contelli says, "Rauye, I am heading down."
- Teyitha Contelli rubs a ring upon her finger, as the tell-tale enchantment of both waterbreathing
- and waterwalking washes over her.
- Teyitha Contelli says to Rauye Rhineseer, "You are in charge, Quartermaster."
- Teyitha Contelli says, "Rest of you, suit up."
- An alarming snarl escapes Teyitha Contelli's lips as she charges off to the west in search of
- treasure or drink.
- ((Lots of wandering and combat cut - I missed the initial portion of the discovery, unfortunately.))
- The edge of a shadowy cliff-side.
- There, a low, blooming sound echoes in the distance: like weight displaced in the waters, air
- rushing in to fill the bowl before it is crushed out by the sea. Relentless pressure slams in from
- all sides of this perilous trench, throttling any remnants of precious air that would otherwise
- remain. Calmly crawling across the seafloor by its many, many legs, a spiny sea cucumber meanders
- without a care in the world: undeterred by the dangers of the trench. Relentless pressure slams in
- from all sides of this perilous trench, throttling any remnants of precious air that would otherwise
- remain. Sea-smoothed basalt stones litter the path underfoot, clattering with unhurried torpor when
- disturbed, slowed by the leaden pressure crushing in from all sides. Snarling and slavering, a
- massive rose-coloured rage worg with glossy black wings waits here. Gurashi, The Heart's Friend with
- a Regal face shifts and blurs, their figure cast into uncertainty by the enveloping Presence that
- lingers large, unseen, and heavy about their form. They wield a wooden training katana with both
- hands. Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk floats here, suffusing the air with the
- sickly-sweet scent of blackthorn blossoms. They wield a lissom blooming blackthorn staff in their
- left hand and a putrid thornvine whip in their right hand.
- You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest, up,
- down, in, and out.
- Soriali, the lurking nereid looks exhausted and opens her mouth in an enormous yawn.
- Far away from the lagoons of her birth, this lurking nereid looks positively bored with herself for
- company. Long, wet ringlets of kelp-like curls frame her pouty face, braided and adorned with the
- bones of sea snakes. She glances about her lair with a deep sigh as she blinks her large, black
- eyes, her skin shimmering with a glaucous hue in the dim light; though possessed of a humanoid
- torso, a piscine tail tapers down from her waist, its scales a silvery-grey that blends in perfectly
- with the darkness of her surrounding environs. A necklace of gatorshark's teeth is strung about her
- neck with pride, almost a warning for those who would oppose her. When she sings, the gripping
- allure of her voice is unmistakeable.
- Soriali, the lurking nereid has an air of extreme strength.
- Blinking, Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "How long has it been since anyone else has come here?"
- Soriali, the lurking nereid stretches languidly.
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "Did those pesky sea creatures give you any trouble?"
- Teyitha Contelli grips her cutlass as she narrows her eyes at the nereid.
- Soriali, the lurking nereid seems more amused than concerned about the carnage, idly flicking her
- tail to and fro. "So!" she says, cheered by the unexpected company. "What brings you to my little
- lair?"
- Crafted from wood so ancient that it has all but fossilized into a solid black mass, this chair
- reeks of blood and radiates an aura of misery. Though seemingly a basic wooden chair upon a cursory
- glance, a closer inspection reveals the unfortunate nature of the Seat: along the tops of the
- chair's arms are small spikes, varying in length and width, each minute blade serrated along the
- edges and still holding bits of desiccated flesh. Straps made from a pliable material, tanned flesh
- of some sort of formerly living being, lay open along each arm, their metal buckles dangling
- loosely. Similar spikes have been embedded on the front facing legs of the chair, mirrored by
- similar straps and buckles for binding limbs against the wood. Deeply rooted in the wood of the seat
- of the chair are small hooks of a hardened material, wickedly curved to catch any flesh in their
- teeth. The back of this chair consists of evenly spaced posts of metal, framed by the same wood that
- the rest of the chair is crafted from. Straps hang from the sides of the back, placed evenly to
- allow for firm bindings of the seated victim. The blackened metal posts of the back are textured, a
- coarse grit resembling roughened sandpaper. Bits of cloth and flesh stick to each post, their intent
- clearly to create painful abrasions against flesh. Affixed to the top of the chair backing is a
- metal contraption consisting of a circlet and chin straps, the circlet lined with the same texture
- as the metal posts of the backing.
- It has the following aliases: seat.
- Voice muffled by his mask, Necrochemist Uzriel d'Vanecu, the Demagogue of Dissonance says,
- "Adventure, plunder, knowledge. Following one's heart's desire."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid waves around the gender illusion she had been playing with and smiles.
- Chaplain of Truth, Aevumis Luminare, Virtuoso of Light whispers to Teyitha Contelli, "Where is your
- compass pointing now?"
- Shadows grow longer in anticipation for the return of their dark mistress as Father Sun's chase
- Qillilitli's judicious presence permeates the air, supporting the righteous cause of the Grand
- Empire of Hallifax.
- Rubbing her eyes, Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "So many gems spinning around! Do you go around
- like this all the time?"
- Hand still tight around her cutlass, Teyitha Contelli shakes her head at Aevumis and then turns to
- Soriali. "We came here for treasure, my heart's desire, nereid. Why are you here?"
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "Forgive me for being so chatty. It's been ages since anyone alive
- fell down here."
- Her voice silken to the ears, Preceptor Kalas Vexacion, the Iron Maiden of Nil says to Soriali, the
- lurking nereid, "Alive is a subjective term."
- Bright and clear, Gurashi, The Heart's Friend asks Soriali, the lurking nereid, "...how did GET
- here?"
- Voice muffled by his mask, Necrochemist Uzriel d'Vanecu, the Demagogue of Dissonance says, "It's
- interesting to see other nereids, I've grown quite fond of helping Callysto and her daughters."
- Jade Dreamer Luce Shevat says, "There seems to be some sort of worm out there. Quite painful."
- You have emoted: Avaris stares at the Seat, the markings within his wings gathering a gradual,
- sullen red light as his antennae slowly grow stiff with alarm. "That seat. Tell me, Nereid - Did you
- make it?"
- Soriali, the lurking nereid swims through the cavern's shadows with a wolfish grin. "Oh the worm!
- Isn't he the most miserable little thing? Well. Little being relative," she quips. "Like death,
- apparently."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "Hmm? This old thing?"
- In a clipped, cool voice, Avaris says, "Yes. That."
- Teyitha Contelli glances down at the compass, it's arrow dimmed. "What I seek is here... but..." She
- frowns, then turns her gaze back to the nereid. To the structure before you, and the figure bound to
- it.
- Soriali, the lurking nereid propels herself over to the Morokeche Seat and its silent inhabitant,
- shrugging. "I didn't put it there," she says. "I'm just keeping watch."
- Lord Akyaevin n'Lochli says, "How long have you been keeping watch for?"
- "Do you know what it is?" Vexacion wonders to Teyitha Contelli, studying the figure in the distance.
- "...the mask is quite interesting."
- Glancing towards the figure, Necrochemist Uzriel d'Vanecu, the Demagogue of Dissonance says, "Why
- are you keeping watch here all by yourself, mostly."
- Teyitha Contelli shakes her head at Vexacion.
- Shrugging, Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "Of course, you could touch the chair if you want. It
- doesn't have feelings."
- Distantly visible atop the column, an imprisoned, shadowy figure has been painfully latched into the
- Morokeche Seat, any defining characteristics of the individual such as gender or race obscured from
- perception. Chin straps and a macabre circlet rigidly hold their face in place, never relaxing its
- sharp grip for an instant, as a metal bar presses itself into their mouth to render them mute. All
- of the victim's limbs have been bound in place by the wicked machinations of this contraption,
- piercing through skin to draw blood. Whoever this unfortunate soul might be, they do seem to still
- alive, their pulse betrayed by the hollow of their throat as they breathe. The only thing that might
- have once identified them are their tattered clothes, but time has shredded them into pathetic rags,
- their original material and appearance impossible to discern. Only one item seems unaffected by the
- ravages of salt and sea: a peculiar mask upon the prisoner's face.
- An imprisoned figure is quite powerful.
- She weighs about 312 pounds.
- You cannot see what an imprisoned figure is holding.
- It has the following aliases: figure.
- "Captain," Vexacion encourages Teyitha Contelli, "...what do you know?"
- "I know nothing!" Teyitha Contelli exclaims, "I did not know that this was here!"
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says to Teyitha Contelli, "This?" She pouts. "I am a thing now?"
- Teyitha Contelli narrows her eyes at Soriali, the lurking nereid in an unnerving manner.
- Tilting her head a bit, Preceptor Kalas Vexacion, the Iron Maiden of Nil says to Teyitha Contelli,
- "You followed the compass here. What were you hoping to find?"
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "Anyway, I don't know anything about an Ilaedron, or a Shalidae,
- or any of that."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid shrugs helplessly.
- Zalan Shevat, Facet of the Collective says, "What caused you to start keeping watch?"
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you ask Soriali, the lurking nereid, "Then what do you
- know?"
- Teyitha Contelli says to Vexacion, "I came looking for something precious, but not this. I have no
- idea who this is or what that is." She gestures at the figure, the seat. "I..."
- Teyitha Contelli creases her brow in a frown.
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "Mm? I was asked to by a very special person, of course."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "A Keeper of Song."
- "Drocilla, or Lyreth?" Vexacion wonders to Soriali, the lurking nereid.
- You think to yourself: "Drocilla."
- Revelling in the knowledge, Soriali, the lurking nereid swims languidly on the currents, humming.
- "Ooh, that got your attention!" she says, eyes flashing. "But I am so terribly bored. And you are
- all so entertaining. It would be a shame if I told you everything so quickly."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid puts her hands on her hips and goes "Hmmm!"
- Soriali, the lurking nereid exclaims to Teyitha Contelli, "You seem interesting!"
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "Tell me about this compass! What was I supposed to be when you
- arrived?"
- Teyitha Contelli readies her cutlass. "You were supposed to be my son! Where is he, creature!"
- Almost as if caught in a dance in the waters, Soriali, the lurking nereid circles Teyitha Contelli,
- enjoying this immensely.
- Teyitha Contelli swipes her sword--the blade slowed by the waters, unable to catch up with Soriali's
- movements.
- The markings in Avaris's wings flare bright crimson, tension layered into his
- voice. "Do not listen to this creature, Teyitha. It will lie to you and deceive you - Do not heed
- its promises."
- "Son? I haven't seen any sons around here." Soriali, the lurking nereid examines her nails,
- considering. "Well," she admits, "that I know of. There are a lot of skeletons, you know."
- Teyitha Contelli narrows her eyes to thin slits.
- Gurashi frowns as they watch Teyitha Contelli, shaking their head. "Please do not listen to her! She
- is teasing you - is being mean."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says to Teyitha Contelli, "Was that rude? Sorry. I might have lost my
- manners after so long."
- The corners of Soriali, the lurking nereid's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.
- Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to
- Soriali, the lurking nereid, "Do you happen to know the way to release the grip of this seat?"
- Again, Teyitha Contelli swings her sword: missing quite widely. "Where is he! What have you done
- with him!"
- "Oh," Soriali, the lurking nereid says, her voice becoming flatter at Tridemon's query. "Well, I'm
- really not supposed to, you understand. I did make a promise."
- Shrugging, Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "Though who knows, maybe if you touch it again it'll
- comply."
- Unable to resist the temptation, Vexacion reaches towards the Morokeche Seat. In an instant, her arm
- is grabbed by an invisible force, yanking Vexacion forward. Waves of pure and unfiltered agony surge
- from the chair, the pain of a millennia embracing her in a dense cloud of black mist. she lets out a
- garbled scream, cut short as the mist suddenly dissipates and leaves her in a crumpled heap, her
- body ashen and still.
- Soriali, the lurking nereid cackles hellishly.
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "That was so much fun. Oh my goodness. I'm so glad you are all
- here."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid giggles happily.
- Teyitha Contelli's eyes widen as Vexacion collapses from the power of the Seat.
- Jade Dreamer Luce Shevat says, "So, next question, who's bound to it."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid winks. "Secret."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "Who is bound indeed! Even I don't know that one."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "Maybe the son of yours? You said he's here, didn't you?"
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say to Teyitha Contelli, "It is not your son. Do not be
- swayed, I beg of you."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "Whoever they are, they are so quiet! Never heard a peep from
- them. Maybe a moan or two. Who knows really." She waves her hand dismissively. "I guess any company
- is better than none."
- Iconoclast Eldrac d'Murani, of the Dark Faith says to Soriali, the lurking nereid, "I see. Your job
- is not to be the guardian of this place...you are the torture. You must have talked this poor
- creature into sitting on the chair willingly."
- Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to Teyitha
- Contelli, "It's not. If they've been bound here for long enough that one of the Keepers of Song
- asked for them to be kept, it's absolutely not your son."
- Yire, Starleaper Junior says, "Do you know their sex?"
- Chaplain of Truth, Aevumis Luminare, Virtuoso of Light says, "May I ask how long you have been in
- here with the figure?"
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says to Eldrac, "Oh now that's just rude. Is that any way to treat
- someone who has information you want?"
- Soriali, the lurking nereid crosses her arms on her chest, sticks out her lower lip, and pouts.
- A warble in her throat, Teyitha Contelli says, "How do you know though? The compass lead us here...
- it was... supposed to..."
- Caliph Eritheyl Ryseni, the Dissident says to Soriali, the lurking nereid, "Well, what could we do
- for you that might tempt you to spill more secrets? We're very persistent and able-bodied folks,
- most of us."
- Delighted at the challenge, Soriali, the lurking nereid paces the cavern in a slow circle,
- considering. "You said you were killing the various creatures here, correct?"
- You have emoted: Fingers of all four hands curling into clenched fists of spiked gold, Avaris urges,
- "Think, Teyitha. You put your trust in a legend - The compass may be a ploy to free this creature,
- or lead the unwary to this nereid."
- Initiate Ashira D'Cente, of the Dark Faith says, "We killed a few of the creatures, yes."
- Rambling, no longer really listening, Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "The sea creatures here are
- all so dull, you know. Agonizing to be around them. I can't go anywhere out of this silly maze, even
- if I want to, with them about."
- Uncertain, shaking her head, Teyitha Contelli exclaims, "But the legend... Ilaedron was a Vernal who
- saved those in the past. This compass lead us here for a reason, and the reason is that he is here!"
- Teyitha Contelli points her cutlass at the nereid. "She knows where he is," she snarls.
- Iconoclast Eldrac d'Murani, of the Dark Faith says to Teyitha Contelli, "Don't be a fool. Legends
- are hardly a source of truth."
- "So you want us to free you from the maze?" Vexacion wonders to Soriali, the lurking nereid.
- Initiate Ashira D'Cente, of the Dark Faith says to Soriali, the lurking nereid, "So you want us to
- kill more creatures so you can venture about?"
- Airily, Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "Sadly, I do not. All your tales are barnd new to me,
- which I must say is really quite fortunate, because I have been so very bored."
- Avaris extends a hand towards Teyitha Contelli, tension thick in the chorus of his
- voice. "Legends can be fabricated! Think - What do nereids do? They seduce others to their doom.
- There is nothing here for you."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid exclaims to you, "Not a high opinion of fae, I see!"
- Soriali, the lurking nereid gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
- The red light in Avaris's wings intensifies briefly, a sanguine flare of suppressed
- anger that bathes him in crimson. "Not of the nereid. I know what your kind does, creature."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says to you, "Oooh I can play that game, too! Mortals are fickle beings,
- love to go to war on each other."
- Trembling, Teyitha Contelli shakes her head. "Legends are histories that some people decide aren't
- real. Perhaps the Fates sought to lead us here for a reason. Perhaps Kibiro is here."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid hums a happy tune.
- Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Holy Prior Qoivhae Vivalde, the King Consort asks
- Teyitha Contelli, "When did you last see your son?"
- Dubiously, Soriali, the lurking nereid says to Teyitha Contelli, "Maybe."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "How about this. I don't know for sure what the fate of your son
- is, or isn't."
- Teyitha Contelli narrows her eyes at Soriali, the lurking nereid in an unnerving manner.
- Ignoring the nereid, Avaris turns the fullness of his attention upon Teyitha
- Contelli. "That is desperation, and love for what is lost clouding your judgement. This feels too
- much like a trap, Teyitha. You are playing into this thing's hands."
- Somewhat bemused, Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "Playing into my hands? I haven't asked for much
- really."
- Zalan Shevat, Facet of the Collective says to Soriali, the lurking nereid, "What is it you want?"
- Soriali, the lurking nereid traces a shape in the sandy floor, pouting.
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says to Zalan, "Well, it sort of depends on what you want, doesn't it?"
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "Oh I am free, just, within reason. Not wanting to be worm lunch,
- you understand."
- Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to
- Soriali, the lurking nereid, "What, exactly, was the wording of your promise, anyway?"
- Zalan Shevat, Facet of the Collective says to Soriali, the lurking nereid, "I would like to know the
- name of the entity who sent you here. What price do you ask for that knowledge?"
- Soriali, the lurking nereid taps her chin in thought, considering. "Goodness, it was so long ago..."
- she sighs. "My most important mission was to remember a song for the Elder."
- Teyitha Contelli trembles, unsure of what to say next or what to do.
- Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, ".. can
- you sing it for us?"
- Initiate Ashira D'Cente, of the Dark Faith says, "What song?"
- Intrigued by the prospect, but demuring, Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "Oh, I really shouldn't.
- You see, the song isn't just any little ditty."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "It releases that being right over there, you see."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid points accusingly at an imprisoned figure.
- Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Sounds
- like it would be really interesting to hear."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "My, my, aren't we all hasty."
- In a soft Rockholmian brogue, Ashnezharr d'Murani, the Clangoru Slavemaster says, "What, praytell,
- lady Soriali...would convince you to sing such a song?"
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "Haven't you considered that this being is dangerous? And that is
- precisely why they are imprisoned?"
- Voice muffled by his mask, Necrochemist Uzriel d'Vanecu, the Demagogue of Dissonance says, "Was your
- task to remember it and keep it, or to sing it at some given time?"
- Caliph Eritheyl Ryseni, the Dissident says to Soriali, the lurking nereid, "We're also fairly bored
- creatures most of the time, the potential to unleash something sick-nasty and evil is really, really
- tempting."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says to Uzriel, "The former, although... I have not spoken to this
- individual for some time."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid exclaims to Eritheyl, "There is some relief in not being alone in that
- way!"
- Accompanied by a rhythmic flapping of gills, Holy Prior Qoivhae Vivalde, the King Consort asks
- Soriali, the lurking nereid, "Wasn't this Seat used to torture the Elder gods?"
- Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Mm. Is
- there a reason for them to be in constant, unending torment?"
- Soriali, the lurking nereid shrugs her shoulders, casually stating, "I don't know," as a testament
- to her cluelessness.
- Soriali, the lurking nereid exclaims, "How about this!"
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "You all agree to come back sometimes and to clear out this pesky
- trench. I'll even throw in some gold for it."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "It is terribly, terribly lonely here, you see."
- Initiate Ashira D'Cente, of the Dark Faith says, "If we agree, you'll sing the song for us?"
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "In return, I will sing the song, because I too am deeply curious
- about what will happen. But I don't want to be present for that figure's awakening. This may be my
- only chance to attempt it and flee without being bitten by a sea snake."
- In a light, sing-song brogue, Freja Ysav'rai, Herald of Sacrifice says, "Oh, so we are the bait."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "Well, you are all ever so strong, aren't you?"
- Soriali, the lurking nereid exclaims, "You beat up those nasty octopi, after all!"
- In a growling purr, Flower Fanatic Velcora Lunarose, Queen of the Foxes says to Soriali, the lurking
- nereid, "May I make a sketch of you?"
- Soriali, the lurking nereid exclaims to Velcora, "Please sketch me! Oh how flattering!"
- Soriali, the lurking nereid strikes a pose.
- Velcora lifts up a wizzer image box and points it at Soriali, the lurking nereid, pulling a lever on
- the side of the contraption. It begins to click and whirr, and a bulb rises up from the contraption.
- With a bright flash, you find yourself blinded momentarily. As your vision recovers, you notice a
- piece of paper floating into Velcora's hands from the machine.
- "Thanks!" Velcora says.
- Soriali, the lurking nereid giggles happily.
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "Ah this is such fun. But this is not a very happy song, I am
- afraid."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "Are you certain you all want to hear it? And that you promise to
- sometimes keep me company?"
- Initiate Ashira D'Cente, of the Dark Faith says, "Quite certain, and I promise to return."
- Teyitha Contelli mutters and traces a cobalt blue pentagram in the air that remains hovering before
- her.
- Soriali, the lurking nereid brightens visibly at this, overjoyed beyond measure.
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "All right, then. I would like to request silence first, if I
- may."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid exclaims, "No spinning gems. No behavior from the audience. Most rude to
- interrupt a performance, especially for someoen who hasn't had the joy of performing for years!"
- Soriali, the lurking nereid puts her hand to her forehead and swoons.
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "Are we all very behaved and quiet?"
- Soriali, the lurking nereid says, "No songs during other songs, and all of that?"
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "Get on with it, creature."
- Soriali, the lurking nereid touches a finger to her chin, ignoring you. "Then if you're ready," she
- says, and immediately her mood shifts to something more serious, more fitting for something of the
- caliber that she is about to do.
- Soriali, the lurking nereid propels her body towards the Morokeche Seat, brow furrowed as she
- considers her actions. "I will sing the notes, then. This song resounds here, trapped within the
- trench on loop, echoing of moments that transpired here long ago. When I am done," she finishes,
- turning to everyone present, "you are on your own."
- Lifting her voice in song, Soriali, the lurking nereid invokes the opening strains of an exquisite
- nocturne, the notes falling like the lulling shadows of encroaching night.
- The imprisoned figure within the Morokeche Seat writhes and moans in answer, as if the music itself
- is a new affliction.
- Moments later, the first manacle on the figure's wrist snaps off, and a new consciousness begins to
- emerge from the shadows:
- At first, you had followed the Goddess to the depths of the trench of your own free will, but at a
- certain point that began to change, didn't it? The Enchantress's voice ensnared you with its
- alluring beauty, beckoning you lower and lower into the maze of watery darkness. This chasm had been
- of your own clandestine making, yet it already had begun to feel strange and unfamiliar as Her song
- echoed in the caverns. Some primal fear in you awakened, but you could not heed it. Your throat was
- dry, an unheard plea lodged in your throat as you wordlessly followed Drocilla further and further
- into the shadows, fearing that She might fulfill Her promise as much as you feared She might break
- it...
- Soriali twirls within the water as if it is her stage, the mysteries of the twilit hour imbuing her
- melody with wonder, awe and majesty, as it quickens with excitement.
- Another snap of iron releasing as an ankle is freed, that same consciousness yearning to be heard:
- "We must all be masked for the ritual, you understand? So that no others detect Us." You nodded and
- took the beautiful mask from Drocilla's hands, its surface glistening even here in the dimmest
- reaches of the sea. As you placed it on yourself, you felt strange, as if everything that comprised
- your entire existence had been erased from greater perception. "I am ready for the rites," you
- whispered, and that is when the chains leapt out from the unseen seat behind you to bind you
- helplessly in place. "You are too much of a risk right now, My dear," Drocilla's infuriating words
- reach you as you shriek in agony. A trap, a trap, She had never intended to have you share in Her
- power... Down here, no one can ever hear you, no matter how loudly you scream...
- All at once, the joy that had been inherent in Soriali's voice is no more, replaced with the weight
- of responsibility - sacrifice one to protect the all.
- Again the snap of unlocking buckles rings throughout the lair, and again, a vision enters your mind
- unbidden:
- Drocilla apologized and gloated over your capture in equal measure, and with each word uttered in
- Her golden tones, your hatred for the Goddess only grew tenfold. "Perhaps you will prefer other
- company," the Goddess sighed, and that was the last you saw of your once-friend and confidante. Your
- new masked jailor - a Creator, strangely - had a voice you almost recognized. At His fingertips, all
- manner of undersea creations burst into existence, each eyeing you uncertainly. "The Lavender Mask
- could have asked any of the Coterie's Second Circle to tend to you," He boasted, "but She sent Me!
- She finally appreciates My power and discretion." An arrogant Elder, then? You could manipulate
- arrogance. After all, Drocilla had more than taught you how...
- Aching with beauty, Soriali's song becomes more somber, notes of shame intermingled with loss as she
- sings of sorrows cloaked in the shadows of night, and tears shed unseen in the darkness.
- A strange sense of unease and anticipation fills you as another shackle is rendered useless, and the
- prisoner's story unfolds further:
- Your jailor was only too glad to tell you His name is Blooredi, for what threat did you pose? You,
- who were trapped undersea in this torturous device - the Morokeche Seat, Blooredi called it - with
- no hope of ever escaping? He created mutated sea snakes, monstrous jellyfish, and other absurd
- bastardizations of your cousins' undersea creations, while you feigned love and enthusiasm for each.
- It was too easy to flatter His ego. Far too few Elders, it seems, had ever cared to try. "When the
- war is done, and the Elders understand Our betrayal, I will free you," Blooredi swore. You dared to
- believe Him even as He devoured yet another shred of your essence, for what was neither the first
- nor the last time...
- The pain in Soriali's voice builds to an unbearable fervor, weighing your heart as if the faults
- sung in this ballad are your own, so deeply does it penetrate your soul.
- Another click. Another snap. There is no stopping this ritual now that it has begun:
- Silence. Eons and eons of silence. Where had your jailor gone, and had that cursed Drocilla gone
- with Him? You would take even Her mocking, song-like laughter now. Why had They left and abandoned
- you? Cold grips you as you watch the strangely glowing eyes of the creations that Blooredi has left
- behind to guard you, to watch you, to ensure you do not escape your prison. Not that you could, even
- if you tried. And you have tried. All that is left is to simmer in your own hate, like steam rising
- from the trench's depths, remembering that you would never forgive Them. The agony and the isolation
- breaks you down into the barest remnant of yourself, as you can only barely recall your own name
- amidst the memory of hate, unending and relentless hate for those who betrayed you...
- How could you understand the choice she had to make, Soriali's voice beseeches you, how could they
- understand that cruelty was its own mercy? Apology and lament ring out from her lips, rich with
- bitterness.
- The sounds of unlatching have become all too familiar now. It cannot take much longer to end, you
- are certain:
- ...Who do you sense, now? Strange. For so long it has only been you here. You stretch your weary
- consciousness further, tentatively daring to sense anyone who is not you or these mindless cretins
- patrolling your prison. Why is it such a familiar presence? ...No, it can't be. They are dead,
- aren't they? You probe further, astonishment giving way to euphoria. What are the odds that you
- could be found in this way, and by them, of all beings? For the first time in hundreds of years, you
- feel yourself hunger to be known. "Free Me," you beg silently to the nothingness. For you can sense
- their desperation, too, as they approach. They want to know you. They want to free you... Let them
- come. Let them come.
- A final note hangs in the air as Soriali finishes her song, hands pressed to her heart as she weeps
- openly, the captivating and entrancing song now at its end. It haunts you, this lingering sound -
- this dissonant mix of conviction and contrition as she swims away: "Forgive me. I had no choice."
- Finally the circlet that binds the imprisoned figure upon the Morokeche Seat lifts with Soriali's
- departure, and for the first time since you have entered, the prisoner moves to take the mask from
- their face. Your work here, at last, is done.
- Uzriel bows his head towards Li-varili.
- Fascinated, Vexacion tilts her head, gazing upon Li-varili with her dark, starry eyes.
- With smooth and supple skin the turquoise-green shade of lagoon waters, She is a radiant immortal
- and shines with a glaucous lustre, though it is marred by countless scars and wounds that have yet
- to heal. Framed by long-lashes, Her vast turquoise eyes churn with emotion, reflecting a haunting
- intensity that glints with an almost feral ferocity. Dewdrops sparkle on Her white eyelashes and the
- rest of Her sharp facial features, as well as Her wet red lips, their glistening hue the striking
- colour of a bromeliad's petals. Torn and bloodied, Her webbed hands grasp at Her sides, clenching as
- if unbelieving that She is able to move again once more. Her wild hair tumbles down Her back in a
- curtain of damp, unruly red curls resembling tangled fronds of seaweed, kelp and cattail reeds.
- She is wearing:
- a hideous rag reeking of mildew and decay barely covering Her wounded body.
- Li-varili stumbles down from the Morokeche Seat, beaten and bloody.
- Eyes wide like a feral animal, Li-varili snarls at your approach as She withdraws to the shadows of
- the lair. She opens Her cracked lips to speak, but the sound that comes out is hoarse from disuse
- and hardly legible. Again She attempts, and this time only a single word escapes: "Why?"
- Chaplain of Truth, Aevumis Luminare, Virtuoso of Light says, "We did not believe that you deserved
- to suffer."
- "...you do not need to fear us," Vexacion murmurs softly, though her voice dies off there, still
- watching Li-varili.
- Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Because
- eventually, all pain should end, yes."
- Voice muffled by his mask, Necrochemist Uzriel d'Vanecu, the Demagogue of Dissonance says, "That was
- not the question."
- Teyitha Contelli watches, stunned, unable to process the turn of events. She looks between the Elder
- Goddess, to the assembled mortals, then again to the Goddess.
- Raspy, Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons says to Aevumis, "Don't mock Me, Meridian."
- Aevumis blinks.
- Zalan Shevat, Facet of the Collective says to Li-varili, "Much time has passed. We are but the
- shards of the Elders."
- Li-varili staggers forwards, Her expression shifting from fear to wary caution at the countless
- voices encroaching in on Her. "Shards. Splintering. I do not..." She coughs, collapsing.
- "We will see what She wants, from Her own mouth," Vexacion relays to Luce, before allowing her
- attention to return to the Elder Goddess. "Splintering is a method created by Ein and Mugowumpois,
- to protect the essence of Elders from being consumed by the Soulless."
- Swallowing, Her throat dry, Li-varili struggles to hear what is being said. "The war continues?" She
- manages. "The Elders and Soulless still...?"
- Stepping forward, Necrochemist Uzriel d'Vanecu, the Demagogue of Dissonance says, "Lady Li-varili.
- Why. I know Your question. She felt She had no choice, it brought no pleasure to Her. And I believe,
- She intended to bring you back yet the other Elders cast Her into the void."
- At Uzriel's approach, Li-varili's go wild as She whispers, "You. You bear Her scent. The
- betrayer's."
- Shaking his head, Necrochemist Uzriel d'Vanecu, the Demagogue of Dissonance says, "She was no
- betrayer. She did what She had to. She sacrificed much. She looked after your children."
- "She lied." Li-varili goes still, immobile with horror. "She has returned, and She left Me here? Not
- even that paltry promise. Not even..." Without warning, a terrifying scream rips from the Goddess's
- throat as She slams Her fist against the ground, anger melting into sobs.
- Vexacion tilts her head, taking another step closer to Li-varili. "It is possible that there is a
- reason," she offers softly.
- Teyitha Contelli remains quiet, listening, her eyes reddened from the salt of the sea and perhaps
- her own tears.
- Ashira frowns and sits on the ground, looking to the Goddess. "Is there anything we can do to help
- You?"
- Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons snarls, "DONT TOUCH ME!"
- Li-varili attempts to raise Herself from the ground, the countless buzzing sound of mortal voices
- distressing as She buries Her bloodied fingers in Her hair.
- Chaplain of Truth, Aevumis Luminare, Virtuoso of Light says, "We are saying all of these things, and
- we haven't asked the important question."
- Tears threatening Her eyes, Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons says, "How long was I gone? Why do you
- all look the same? Why am I surrounded by dozens of the same Elders?"
- Chaplain of Truth, Aevumis Luminare, Virtuoso of Light says to Li-varili, "What would you like to
- happen now?"
- Calmly but keeping a respectful distance, Necrochemist Uzriel d'Vanecu, the Demagogue of Dissonance
- says, "Lady Li-varili, She did not lie. If She was not able to return, there was a reason. And your
- Children have been kept safe with Her gift."
- Initiate Ashira D'Cente, of the Dark Faith says to Aevumis, "I asked a similar question. If there
- was anything we could do to help Her. But She is overwhelmed, understandably."
- Shrieking, Li-varili throws out a hand towards Uzriel and cries, "LIAR!"
- Her expression one of displeasure, Li-varili flicks her fingers, sending a scattering of droplets in
- the direction of Uzriel.
- Shuddering at the Morokeche Seat, Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons says, "I can't be here another
- moment."
- Flipping Her striking red hair, Li-varili turns and dives away beneath a seaweed laden tide.
- Teyitha Contelli peers at the compass, its bluish arrow swirling and pointing: upward and to the
- northeast.
- Teyitha Contelli says, "... I must return to the ship."
- An alarming snarl escapes Teyitha Contelli's lips as she charges off to the out in search of
- treasure or drink.
- ((I missed pretty much everything else, but other people will be sure to have logged the stuff in the Fulcrux! Including it here because it is GORGEOUSLY WRITTEN.))
- You step into the sanguine pool and approach the curtain of fireweed, gingerly parting a stalk woven
- with flame-red blossoms aside. The tangles ensnare your hand and set your skin aflame with numerous
- stings but it is too late to withdraw. The curtain is drawing you inwards, consuming you within its
- dark and lush depths. Momentary darkness gives way to light as you are cast out into a sultry
- lagoon, your body covered in crimson moisture.
- 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. Muginn, the ghost-
- feathered magpie perches here with a mischievous glint in his eye. Assorted crystals orbiting around
- him, Jucco, the golden alicanto, stands here, violet eyes alight with a keen intellect. Magrund, the
- brazen taurus paws the ground in agitation, clouds of smog and cinder erupting from his snout with
- every snort and grunt. Swinging her cutlass about threateningly, Teyitha "Stormfury" Contelli sneers
- and commands total obedience from her crew. A delicate, radiant pink mare ambles about here.
- Snarling and slavering, a massive rose-coloured rage worg with glossy black wings waits here.
- Resplendent light rays reflecting and refracting from thousands of brilliant facets, a delicate gem
- golem glimmers here. A wandering bard amiably pauses here, golden eyes intent upon the surroundings.
- Lorina is here, fluid-like motes of effervescent light floating about her form. She wields a crystal-
- bladed waraxe of celestial silver with both hands. Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons floats here upon a
- swirl of blue water, Her wild red curls tangled like seaweeds. She wields a dewy half mask scaled in
- rippling turquoise in Her left hand.
- You see a single exit leading through a tangled curtain of fireweed blossoms.
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