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- The air around you grows thick with the conflicting scents of anise and cayenne, emerging from
- particles of black sand that shift through the air with the return of the Shofet of Abyssal Scale's
- attention to the First World once more.
- (Veiled): You say, "Brightest greetings, Neither-Lord-Nor-Lady!"
- (Veiled): Mysrai says, "Beloved."
- These faithful of the Divine Order of Mysrai, the Shofet of Abyssal Scales are online:
- Mysrai, the Shofet of Abyssal Scales
- Beloved Nirsaad, Zeebin al-Saaoud the Rekindled Sage (Outer Circle)
- There is 1 mortal in your Circle (and below) on this Plane and 0 on other Planes.
- (Veiled): You say, "Just me at present, Shofet. How may I serve?"
- (Veiled): Mysrai says, "A shame."
- (Veiled): You say, "I have been called worse, Most Beloved, I am not too discomfitted. May I perform
- some service for You?"
- (Veiled): Mysrai says, "I had hoped to see Mine, eager and ready to test their Wills and Truth
- against each other; to advance further in My teachings rather than languish in squalor and sloth."
- (Veiled): You say, "I cannot speak for anyone, Most Belove, but I have seen Your Prism's ongoing
- duty of Ivory, and found a great deal of love and brightness growing alongside Tonatiuh."
- Jewels of the Desert Sands.
- Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. Artisan of the Gems, Misinga Xeeth
- holds a gem stone in her hands, appraising it with a magnifying glass.
- You see a single exit leading west (open door).
- (Veiled): Mysrai says, "A journey worth taking, each step to be treasured, surely. Yet there comes a
- time when the Beloved must see if the journey of a thousand steps has progressed beyond its
- entrance, that you may know growth."
- (Veiled): You say, "For my part, I continue to embrace my truth, writing, remembering, and sharing
- in too many secrets for my own good. I may not be whetting my faith against Mu, but I have spent a
- very long time reflecting on who I was, who I am, and what was lost."
- (Veiled): You say, "You may be pleased to know that I finally understand one lesson You and Yours
- have attempted to instill in me for the better part of a century. It is time to bloom."
- Reality buckles and warps as though some great form is smashing down upon the ground, only ceasing
- when a storm of chaos energy begins to rage and Mysrai steps from its depths.
- You kneel before Mysrai and touch your head to the ground in worship.
- You say, "Brightest greetings, Neither-Lord-Nor-Lady."
- Silvery cracks spread through the aether like the spiderwebbing crack of breaking glass as the
- Shofet looks about with a vague disinterest, black sand falling from the torn space between
- realities.
- Rapping one claw against his brazier, you say, "I have been gathering new esteem to fill Your Cup,
- Shofet."
- As They place a paw delicately on the side of a glass case, inspecting the jewels within, Mysrai,
- the Shofet of Abyssal Scales says, "You say you have learned a lesson. What lesson would that be?"
- Artisan of the Gems, Misinga Xeeth gulps slightly, taking a few steps away from Mysrai and eying the
- glass case They rest Their paw against with worry.
- Spreading his claws wide as he begins to explain, you say, "I have found my Will, through all the
- trials and threshing that we need not speak of, and it is Indigo."
- Their voice echoing from all around you in a thousand modulating tones, Mysrai, the Shofet of
- Abyssal Scales says, "You believe. Yet it may not be My Will that the paths of Indigo or Saffron
- return to My Beloved when so few are able to grasp those of Scarlet, Ivory, and Voidcopper. Even the
- Ebon, renewed by My presence, is something that many grossly misunderstand."
- Artisan of the Gems, Misinga Xeeth quietly squeaks at the onslaught of voices, backing up and making
- a vague gesture towards the jewels as she mumbles something about just 'asking for help if you need
- it'.
- Nodding, you say, "By Your instruction, I kept the heart of gold safe and secret, so that one final
- piece of Saffron might be polished and pure again. But... I was a hoary old lizard, and I kept it
- all hoarded tight. I kept Your secrets and Your books, and I kept my own counsel in all things, and
- I did not share Indigo or Saffron with a soul. Your Will was that Indigo and Saffron sleep in Ivory,
- so that the war and hurt and heartbreak they engendered do not trouble the unprepared."
- Artisan of the Gems, Misinga Xeeth polishes a glittering jewel.
- Mysrai slowly turns Their heavy gaze towards you, allowing it to linger there until discomfort can
- set in; the primordial urge to scream and run settling heavy in your gut as the air grows thicker
- with black sand. "Perhaps you did not hear Me?"
- You tilt your head curiously at Mysrai.
- You think to yourself: Oh dear. I thought I was answering Their question. Perhaps I was rambling too
- far afield?
- "I have said repeatedly that My Will is that those who seek to be known as Beloved return to the
- basics." The ground shakes heavily beneath Mysrai's feet as They turn and step closer to you, Their
- void-spun eyes twirling and exploding new constellations in a riotous display. The urge to scream
- and flee grows ever stronger, your heart racing in your chest as They come within arm's reach. The
- Jackal's Staff glitters unnervingly as a shaft of light through the window strikes it in the storm
- around Them. "Yet in My respect for the station of those who have served Me tiredlessly in the past,
- I have offered you chances to make it your own decision. Need I be blunt as My kin, and offer you
- pointed direction?"
- Artisan of the Gems, Misinga Xeeth becomes overwhelmed by it all and faints.
- Taking a shaking breath, and bowing his head, you say, "According the the orthodox belief, the
- Indigo and Saffron sleep within Your Ivory. My path, therefore, is down that bright road."
- "You would place what is orthodox above My Will, present and true, spoken to You by My own mouth?"
- The air between you and Mysrai crackles with scarlet lightning as Their eyes narrow ever-so-
- slightly.
- Shaking his head, you say, "I love You, and I serve You, Shofet. I am not refusing You. You have
- said that the paths of Indigo and Saffron fall beneath the Ivory."
- You say, "Hence, my work falls upon the Ivory Path, or perhaps the Voidcopper; it may be more sedate
- than the passions of some, but it burns just as hot."
- You think to yourself: Hmm... Perhaps my revelation has not come at an opportune time.
- Mysrai begins to wield the Jackal's staff in Their left hand.
- Mysrai reaches out and grabs the Jackal's Staff, twirling it into Their hand in an easy motion
- before lunging forward and ascending upon a dust devil of black sand, lodging the blade deep into
- the left side of your gut; well away from anything vital. The shock of the cold steel sends cold,
- shivering jolts down your spine as They press Their weight into the weapon slowly and bare Their
- fangs in a loud whisper that brings the heat of the desert wind to bear against your skin. "You seek
- ever more, obsession clouding your mind, My Zeebin. I have been patient. I have been kind. But no
- more. You will learn as though you were but a fledgling, come to gawk and grovel before Me for the
- first time, or you will remain distant from My heart." They lean forward once more, and the blade
- jolts deeper; sending a wash of ecstatic torture through your body as the blade reemerges from your
- back.
- Frowning, clutching at his side as if trying to ascertain if the blood and pain is real, you say,
- "So be it, Most Beloved. It will not be the first time I have done so at Your instruction. You will
- find my Will holds firm."
- You have emoted: Zeebin sinks to a knee, blood pooling beneath him.
- Mysrai leaves the blade in place before twisting it to the side, and the blood that surges forward
- is real, spilling across your hands and your knee from your worsened position. They look down upon
- you, and quietly state, "You will abandon dreams of Saffron. Of Indigo. Lock them within the
- archives of your mind away from even your own touch, until such time as it is My Will they be
- released upon the world again." They press Their paw against the heel of the Staff and Their voice
- is perfectly clear in its ferocity as They ask a single word dripping with the malice of a starved
- hunter, cornering a rabbit, "Understood?"
- Looking up at You, blooded and pained, you say, "The colours run, Most Beloved. I am I, no more than
- that."
- Artisan of the Gems, Misinga Xeeth rises groggily, aroused from her fainting spell only to see the
- sight of you bloodied and the angered Mysrai and drop back to the ground limply.
- A hissing noise, calling forth the sussurant rustling of desert sand on a night wind, escapes
- Mysrai's mouth as They jerk the staff upward; and you feel several ribs crack as They slice cruelly
- through your intestines and cause blood to spill out at an increased rate. Surely, you have lost too
- much by now, yet perhaps it is Their will that you continue to suffer, for you continue to bleed and
- the dark haze of unconsciousness is kept far from your mind. Once more, the primal fear nestles in
- your stomach - or what is left of it - as They hiss, "Do. You. Understand?"
- You think to yourself: How can I... close the doors?
- You think to yourself: I tried last time, when the Delusion broke two Paths. I threw myself at
- Scarlet, and then Ivory.
- You think to yourself: I am I. I do not know how to be anything other than me. I have tried.
- You have emoted: Zeebin bleeds, conflicting thoughts clear on his face as he struggles with the
- decision.
- Mysrai's cruel, statuesque faces stares down in an unforgiving manner, occasionally jerking the
- Staff to the side or upwards, reinvigorating the pain and causing your mind to blank for a few
- seconds as They wait your answer. "It is simple, once-Sage." Their voice is unfeeling, cold, and
- fills the air with Ebon shadows that dance in oilslick patterns around Them, visible even beyond the
- sand. "You will, or you will not. You understand, or you do not. Do." Twist. "You." Slide.
- "Understand?" Another thrust, and you feel the blade impact with the ground behind and below you,
- effectively pinning you to the spot as you bleed over the Staff and dirty the floor.
- You think to yourself: Both times, I found myself upon Indigo sands. I could not escape it. I am I.
- My Will is in inks and remembering and inspiration and celebration.
- With a pained cry, you say, "I cannot do as You ask, Shofet. I have run from the Indigo so many
- times, and down every Scarlet, Voidcopper and Ivory path, I find it again. There is no colour, and
- no path."
- Anguished, you say, "The Indigo is nothing but a perspective, of precious, forgotten things, of
- inspiration, of wishes and wanting, of things that hurt the heart to carry. By any other name, I am
- I. I cannot be anything other than myself."
- You say, "Dress me in red and make me dance down the Scarlet path, and I will still be me. My feet
- will find blue inks and I cannot stop them."
- Mysrai reaches out and grabs your chin with a paw, the silken leather of Their paw-pads coated with
- your blood as They smear it against your face with the motion, turning your face towards Their own.
- "Such a revelation is obvious to all those who walk the path. Yet to see the journey's end, one must
- begin their steps anew. This is My Will. You will, or you will not. Such is My Will known."
- Mysrai jerks the stack backwards, wrenching it from you and freeing a torrent of blood and life
- essence that quickly begins to settle in the simple, obvious fact: you are dying. Worse yet, the
- link to the Shofet in your chest begins to throttle, still there but reduced to but a flicker of
- what it once was. They turn away from you, and walk into the sand, leaving you alone in cold
- indifference. Yet, perhaps there is still some love left for you, for not even a few moments later,
- does a tell-tale whirring fill the air.
- Silvery cracks splinter their way across the sky, scarlet hieroglyphs heralding the dance of chaotic
- copper-hued lightning through the aether. A powerful thrum invokes a deep dread in your stomach, and
- then reality repairs itself as the Will of the Shofet is made known.
- Scarlet hieroglyphs manifest about you, and a primordial fear nestles in your gut as you feel the
- infinite gaze of Mysrai upon you. The urge to run is instinctual, but before you can begin to do so,
- a bladed staff bursts through a silvery crack in the aether and impales itself deep in your gut.
- Copper-hued lightning wreaths about your body, and in a terrible moment of excruciating agony, you
- You have been slain by Mysrai.
- Your life essence slowly drains away as you move closer and closer to oblivion.
- Spasms of acute pain suddenly wrack your body, twisting your insides in vicious knots. Your flesh
- rips painfully apart, revealing mounds of disgusting, disease-ridden maggots which burst from your
- skin as the world seems to grow larger and larger. The mocking laughter of Mysrai, the Shofet of
- Abyssal Scales rings in your ears as your transformation into a filthy maggot is complete.
- Your race is now that of Maggot.
- Vision darkening, you say, "I do not know where to find Tsakali, Most Beloved. I have been
- performing my service in writing and knowing."
- Your blood continues to coat the ground, shining like dark rubies among the other jewels as it
- surrounds the crater of impact where the Staff had been lodged.
- Slipping away, you say, "So be it, Neither-Lord-Nor-Lady. I will persist. I obey You."
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