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Adyen: "Hmm. Skulls, sandstone an' a wyrm. If I incorporated these inta a throne fer the Earthen Lord, it'd be alright right? I wouldn't be over steppin' my bounds, would I?"

Sarita: "Well...There is a throne in the temple already."

Adyen: "Hmm. What else coul' I make then? Something that could be a good gift fer the Earthen that wouldn't be a repeat."

Sarita: "Gifts from our own bodies are the ones I have the most in my time here. I will confess I have yet to see anyone craft other sorts."

Gyana: "Ah, gifts from our own bodies?"

Sarita: "Skin, eyeballs, blood, and so forth, aye."

Sarita: "There are some who deliberately scar or maim parts of themselves, as well as some who remove entire pieces. Very essential ones might be replaced by specially carved stones, in some cases."

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15. Ivoln: "Have you done those things before? Maimed yourself as a gift?"

16. Sarita: "I have participated more in the blood offerings. There is chapel in the Bahir'an Estate for that specific purpose. I find it holds more meaning for me as a Consanguine, but if You prefer the

other sorts of sacrifices, I...Would. If that pleases You more."

17. Ivoln: "There is something I would like to gift to My chosen."

18. Sarita: "Oh?"

This item appears:


The size of a grapefruit, this lump of amber-hued stone is carved in the likeness of a mortal heart, with smoothed, primitive ventricles and terminating veins. When left alone, it hovers above any surface on

which it is set, floating eerily in space.
It can only be worn in the following location: internal.

(Sarita and Adyen went to the temple so he could see what was already there and get ideas. Sarita decided to wait while he did his thing.)

Aggregation of wyrm bones.
The terrain curves upward at a slow pace as the cavern's wall comes closer. The sand is riddled and perforated with a graveyard of oversized bones, so old and so dry that their composition is virtually

indistinguishable from rock. It is an easy assumption to make that these are the leftovers of the wyrm skeleton that makes up the cavern's shape. Though there are no tools in sight, bits and pieces of

building projects take nascent shapes at random points on the ground: the beginnings of carvings, be they statues or furniture. Erupting from the ground and engulfed by a funnel of sand and stray earth, a

lesser, clay statue of a wyrm thrusts upwards, an ebon egg clutched in its maw. The rib bones of a massive Earthen wyrm vault across the ceiling. Earthcaller Salzrog crouches over his work, slowly tapping a

chisel into a piece of bone. An enormous onyx golem with inlaid sanguinite is here.

Earthen-Kin Adyen d'Fisco tells you, "I still wanna make Him a throne. This is just skulls... I was gonna use skulls in the one I was going ta make Him but... it was going to be a bit more ornate. With

sandstone, and mebbe something lookin' like a wyrm."

Sarita perches idly on a rather large piece of bone, distractedly beginning to examine an amber stone heart. She holds it gently, turning it from side to side with an inquisitive expression on her face.

You whisper softly into Adyen's consciousness, "You are certainly welcome to give Him whatever you like."

(Order): Ivoln says, "The heart is one linked to My own."

Sarita's expression intensifies as she turns the heart over again in her hands.

think Should...Do I...
Should...Do I...

Stepping from behind the shrine, Ivoln, the Earthen Lord says, "Does the one you have now serve a better purpose?"

With no hesitation, Sarita rises from her seat and turns to offer Ivoln the most graceful curtsey her Earthen form allows. Standing again, she says simply, "I don't believe most of my internal organs have

much use anymore, though the heart is still somewhat useful for carrying my blood where I may need it."

Ivoln stands, immovable as a boulder, expression just as un-readable. "I'd not take away functionality or leave My own at a detriment against others."

Stepping from behind the shrine, Ivoln, the Earthen Lord says, "Does the one you have now serve a better purpose?"

"I've no idea what would happen, in truth," Sarita says quietly, her gaze drifting back to the heart, which she now holds a bit more delicately. "I don't believe I ever met another Consanguine who attempted

such a thing."

The heart within Ivoln's own chest gives a constant glow, pulsing in a steady rhythm. "Fyrren bears one, but I believe he is only one of Mine, not consaguine. I've not tested."

Sarita's gaze flicks up from the heart in her hands to study Ivoln for a moment before she says, "He is Yours, aye. I think he has gone farther than anyone in the Order in his efforts to alter his own body.

It looks almost like a thing of art for him."

examine ivoln
He is an Immortal of colossal height and breadth, His weight such that the ground buckles beneath His feet. His body is a study in geology, a humanoid shape emulated in hewings of striated rock. Ribbons of

limestone and shale race across the planar slopes of the God's earthflesh, mingling with greater layers of basalt, granite, and mica. Ripped across His breast is a deep crevasse, housing a pulsing heart of

amber that hangs in the dead space, emanating puissant force. His head takes the appearance of a leering skull, misshapen as if melted by a blast of heat, stuck in a permanent glower. Set into a deeply

recessed socket, His left eye blazes with bright, gritty light. A gigantic, war-torn cloak is slung around His shoulders, which tends to flap about as the large God ambulates with power and terrifying speed.

                            (over the head) : a shattered bone helm
                     (draped over His body) : a tattered cloak

Examine me
She is an adaptive Human Earthen vampire rising well above the height of an average human. Her form is reminiscent of an animated statue, with flesh that appears to be made of a pale, polished marble that

could easily rival the luscious quality of carvings found in the grandest of palaces and temples. Veins of an equally pale silver wend their way throughout her body, in some places curving to form voluptuous

swirls over the otherwise androgynous figure. The stone body is lit from within by the pulsing, crystalline heart characteristic of the Earthen race. Her other features are markedly more feminine than those

of other Earthen, and another sharp difference is made by two blue crystal inclusions in the stone that take the place of eyes. Seeming to glow almost on their own, they offer an enticing hint of the true

power of the Earthen race. Earth and stone cling to her form under the blessing of the Earthern Lord.

                          (around the neck) : a golden locket of the earth
                        (on her left wrist) : a helical bracelet of silver and gold
                            (worn modestly) : a demure gown of white silk
               (peeking out under her gown) : gold-accented slippers of beige silk
                 (on her right ring finger) : a snarling, panther's head ring

In a gravelly voice, Ivoln, the Earthen Lord says, "I assume he was who you were referencing through the Congregation then? I do not ask you to maim yourself just for My pleasure."

think Her mind seems to be a jumble of thoughts that make it difficult for her to speak. Studies of human anatomy fly through her mind just as quickly as more personal desires to know more about the the

heart and possible connections it would forge.
Her mind seems to be a jumble of thoughts that make it difficult for her to speak. Studies of human anatomy fly through her mind just as quickly as more personal desires to know more about the the heart and

possible connections it would forge.

Quickly, you say, "He came to mind first, aye, but I witnessed other displays from Congregants and even members of the Teradrim during my time there. One young woman cut out a large piece of her ear."

Softly, you ask, "Would it still be able to beat if I needed it to?"

In a gravelly voice, Ivoln, the Earthen Lord says, "In time with Mine, yes. It beats. It will adapt to you, function as your mortal organ would have."

Ivoln shifts, subtly, rock grinding against rock at the small motion. "What worries you about this?"

Sarita tilts her chin upwards slightly, bringing her gaze up again to meet Ivoln's as she says simply, "The skills I use as a Praenomen rely on me having full control over the blood in my body. If You are

concerned about the possibility of me being weaker, that is my only true concern."

In a gravelly voice, Ivoln, the Earthen Lord says, "I am not worried about adverse effects."

Sarita gives Ivoln a small nod before straightening her posture a bit and asking more quietly, "Would there be any danger from the contact the Walker has had with me?"

You ask Ivoln, "Danger to You, specifically?"

One of Ivoln's fists tightens till ground rock trails to the floor. "I do not know. I am not pleased that...that creature has contacted you. If it becomes a danger, the connection will be removed."

The sound of the tightening fist clearly does not escape Sarita's notice. Her eyes dart momentarily away to it, watching for a second before she gives Ivoln another nod. Her body grows still and steady as

she says, "I would be honoured to have it."

Giving a small nod, Ivoln, the Earthen Lord says, "This is good."

In a gravelly voice, Ivoln, the Earthen Lord says, "All you need do is try to wear it. It will find its way inside on its own. Just know you can not remove it yourself."

Sarita nods solemnly and then pulls her hands slowly to her chest, pressing the heart lightly into place.

The stone pierces your chest and sinks into the newly-bored cavity, settling into the empty space and making itself quite at home. Almost immediately, you feel a cool wash of force, the sort of sensation you

might associate with powerful sorcery.

The two hearts immediately sync in beat, giving a thrum of force within your chest. "Thank you, Child. If there are any ill effects, let Me know."

Sarita's eyes widen a bit, and her hands almost instinctively clutch the air where the heart was only moments before. As the initial shock wears off, however, she is able to lower her hands and say slowly,

"It feels different than I thought it would."

Your senses briefly flare and sharpen as your heart sends out a beat.

Ivoln watches, seeming impassive. While He bears no expression, the hint of satisfaction can be heard in His gravelly voice. "Thought I would ask to rip open your own chest and replace it yourself?"

With a pointed glance at the Earthen Blade, you say, "That kind of method did seem the most likely."

The whole of the temple trembles from the laughter that comes from the Earthen Lord.

Ivoln moves with a grinding of rock, further in to the center of the temple. "Until the next time."

Ivoln mightily stamps the ground, forming a huge gash in the earth, through which He drops. The tear closes itself, leaving no trace of the God's departure.