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- ((Previously, at the conclusion of his performance for the Devotion task))
- He, too, hesitates, though in the manner of one wary of presenting a potentially
- undesirable notion. Avaris's fingers trace minuscule lines atop the curving expanse of his
- breastplate as he considers. "Well. I have been thinking about this one for some time, my Lady. I
- wish to leave You with no doubt whatsoever as to my conviction, and that You can rely on me."
- Clearing his throat, the sound oddly melodic in its vibrating harmony, he forges on, "I would like a
- trial. Have me guard something of value - A place, an object, whichever You decide. Something
- sufficient to tempt some of Your Cousins into trying to take it from me." He holds up a finger,
- forestalling, as he explains, "If it could be made to only be given over willingly, should I falter,
- that would be ideal. Twelve days, and twelve nights, of enduring whatever can be sent to assail me."
- Avaris pauses, uttering a faint, brief laugh. "I will need Your help with this, I
- think, else I will simply be standing somewhere, pointlessly."
- Soft laughter as light as a gentle rain spills from Lantra's lips, the melodious sound accompanied
- by a faintly amused smile.
- The mirth in Her celadon eyes unmistakable, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "You do not ask for much, do
- you?"
- Avaris's antennae bend at odd angles as Lantra's laughter brightens the room, a
- faint blush of pink caressing the eyes of his wings. "Ah. Well," he begins, self-consciously,
- "I...Thought it might be a good idea."
- Avaris waves a hand aside hurriedly, stating, "I am happy to show it otherwise, my
- Lady, if You wish. I do not want to trouble You overmuch."
- Undeterred by the notion, though Her amusement at it remains palpable in a way that is refreshingly
- frank for the usually reserved Goddess, Lantra says, "There are precious few belongings I Myself
- possess that I can imagine My Cousins covet. However, I believe I understand the source of your
- desire, and the spirit of its request. I shall meditate upon this, but I shall repeat My earlier
- statement: know that you need not break yourself in your attempts to prove yourself to Me. Your vows
- are meant to be proof, not necessarily a trial."
- Evenly, Her words devoid of judgment but merely stating an observation, Lantra says, "And I confess
- I am not partial to the idea of you becoming the regular subject of My Cousins' torments."
- Despite the decidedly stubborn tilt of Avaris's jaw as he lifts his face to look
- upon Lantra's, there is the distinct sense that he is relishing every precious moment of Lantra's
- freer expressing of sentiment, every minute, infinitesimal detail appreciated in the manner of a
- priceless work of art. "My Lady, I know that You think me a child, but I am not one. If I do not
- risk being broken, in this trial especially, than I will not be content in having expressed my
- dedication to You. For my sake, please - Do not be gentle in this. Set everything that You can
- against me, so that You know without the faintest whisper of a doubt that You can trust in me, in
- all things."
- Avaris's left shoulder rises in a modest shrug, as he states, "Better I than You,
- my Lady, or any other. I can withstand it. I will be a lodestone for it, if it spares others."
- The levity in Her presence fades at the severity of your words, taking them with the measure of
- solemnity that they are spoken. Lantra nods, pursing Her lips as She weighs Her reply. "Perhaps not
- a child," She replies, kindly, "but mortal still. Nonetheless, I will keep your request in mind, My
- Avaris, and your desire for it to be punishing in nature."
- Watching Lantra for a time, Avaris eventually lowers his chin in a slow, gracious
- nod of acceptance. "I have some faint flicker of Divinity within my soul, my Lady. Mortal, but
- sufficient. I will endure." The sparkling motes within his eyes burgeon in a brief expansion of his
- version of a smile, which warms the chords of his resonating voice. "Thank You, my Lady. I
- appreciate it, sincerely."
- Her eyebrow faintly lifted, as if assessing your expression, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "You are
- welcome, My Faithful Avaris, even as you seem intent on making your every path a thorned one. I do
- not hold you to that in your vows. I merely acknowledge it is what you seem to desire."
- Unperturbed - If anything, buoyed at the prospect of the potential horrors that may
- await him, Avaris dips his head in an amiable nod. "I know that You do not, my Lady. I do, however.
- You are very kind, but I will hold myself to the highest standards imaginable in Your stead, for
- that is what I expect of any that claim to love You."
- With a deep, almost exasperated sigh, Lantra looks to you and nods. "To serve Me is not to be a
- magnet for suffering," She says, a glimmer of jest in Her words as She adds, "I hope."
- Pleased, it seems, at the hint of humour that his Lady shows, Avaris's antennae
- flick up to wave back and forth in languid, drifting motion. "To serve You is the sweetest pleasure,
- my Lady. I simply wish to play magnet to suffering so that it misses You, and Yours." Freeing a
- hand, he taps a pointed finger to his breast, a touch of levity to his own words as he says, "Why do
- You think I worked so laboriously to make myself giant, golden, and impossible to miss? Gaudy as I
- am, I make a fine magnet."
- A disarming gentleness in Her reply, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "And yet far better for none to
- suffer at all, no matter how bright a lightning rod they choose to be."
- Lantra silently shrouds Her face from view with a cascading veil of mist and water lilies,
- withdrawing behind a curtain of sheer, sparkling mist.
- Leaning his head aside in a brief, bobbing acknowledgement, Avaris replies easily,
- "That is the future I aspire to manifest, my Lady. Until then, I shall be the very brightest of
- lightning rods." Regarding Lantra with undisguised warmth, the very picture of adulation, he
- breathes out a faint, appreciative sigh, nodding. "I have taken enough of Your time, my Lady."
- ((A few months later))
- Breathing into existence, tongues of incandescent flame manifest before you, setting a trail ablaze
- to the Font of Fortitude as you sense the Empyreal's inscrutable gaze upon you.
- Avaris claps his right set of hands to his breast, bowing his head.
- You think to yourself: "At once, my Lady."
- The Font of Fortitude.
- Cold, argent light filters through this chamber, which is upheld by stark white pillars illuminated
- by starry torchlight. The frescoes painted upon this water-filled chamber are haunting in their
- black-and-white shading as they depict the horrors of the Elder Wars. Here, countless Elder Gods
- hold Their ground before the likes of Kethuru, Crazen and Zenos, held in proud formations perfected
- by the Second Circle. Yet the wounded and dying have begun to pile up behind Them, and while many
- faces which grace these walls seem familiar, far more are blurred, as if the memory of Them has
- finally begun to fray. A statue of Lantra, the Lady Mediatrix looks upon all these images in
- silence, surrounded by startlingly bright red lotuses which blossom at Her feet and crown Her regal
- brow. A single crimson lotus blooms eternally in Her outstretched hands as water and light flows
- forth from beneath its sanguine petals, as if stained with blood.
- You see exits leading northeast, south, and northwest.
- Sanguine lotuses blossom before the flowing waters of the Font of Fortitude as a calm, feminine
- voice emanates from the statue of Lantra, the Lady Mediatrix, "Light's blessings upon you, My
- Avaris."
- Lowering himself automatically to one knee, Avaris assumes his customary posture of
- reverence, hands overlaid atop his heart, head bowed. "And upon You as well, my Lady. How does the
- eve find You?"
- Sanguine lotuses blossom before the flowing waters of the Font of Fortitude as a calm, feminine
- voice emanates from the statue of Lantra, the Lady Mediatrix, "How indeed? That is a question I am
- not certain how to answer."
- Avaris's lower left antenna twitches at this, the gesture hesitant. "Why might that
- be, my Lady?"
- Sanguine lotuses blossom before the flowing waters of the Font of Fortitude as a calm, feminine
- voice emanates from the statue of Lantra, the Lady Mediatrix, "These whispers from the Silent Lord
- do not bode well for My prospects for future company. And amidst this, you have placed a task upon
- Me that I do not much relish."
- Sanguine lotuses blossom before the flowing waters of the Font of Fortitude as a calm, feminine
- voice emanates from the statue of Lantra, the Lady Mediatrix, "It seems I am beset with bearing
- unpleasant missives, one way or another."
- The sanguine swathes that extend up from behind Avaris's bladed crest curl back as
- he lowers his head further in contrition. "I am sorry, my Lady. I did not wish to add to Your
- burdens. Would You have me do something different? I do not desire to have You distracted, when the
- Silent Lord and His minions disturb You."
- You think to yourself: A coiling thread of regret - He has been selfish in his eagerness to prove
- himself to Her, and accomplished the opposite of his goal.
- Sanguine lotuses blossom before the flowing waters of the Font of Fortitude as a calm, feminine
- voice emanates from the statue of Lantra, the Lady Mediatrix, "Let Us say only that I am not
- accustomed to finding ways to inflict difficulty on others."
- Sanguine lotuses blossom before the flowing waters of the Font of Fortitude as a calm, feminine
- voice emanates from the statue of Lantra, the Lady Mediatrix, "Yet there are ways in which the
- Silent's plight and My own are intertwined with your request."
- Pinpricks of celestial light coalesce into the faint outline of a star lotus, which blossoms open to
- reveal the regal figure of Lantra, the Empyreal.
- Her slight and statuesque figure exuding a sense of restrained dignity, She is a radiant immortal
- and possessed of a quiet and unassuming stillness. The Goddess's olive-skinned complexion shines
- with the dusky radiance of youth, and yet the ancient burden of duty weighs heavily upon Her
- shoulders, carried with a silent and practised grace. Lost to contemplation, She appraises Her
- surroundings with a distant air; the grey-tinged gaze of Her celadon blue eyes remains as fathomless
- and inscrutable as the hazy mists of a waterfall. Despite the seriousness of Her first impressions,
- however, a gentle smile graces Her lips with an almost maternal tenderness. Her every movement is
- characterised of an unhurried elegance and poise, reflective of an inner peace as She emanates a
- soothing white light.
- Shimmering tresses of palest starlight spill down Her shoulders in a curtain of white to end at Her
- waist, nary a strand out of place. Motes of silver and celadon blue interweave through Her
- immaculate coif, their whispers of colour evoking a breathtaking celestial radiance.
- She is wearing:
- immaculate vestments of purest white starlight that wreathe Her in a celestial glow
- a cascading veil of mist and water lilies that trails at Her feet, shrouding Her face from view
- elevated sandals of woven willow leaves that leave lambent motes with each step
- a gold damask cope clasped with a radiant star lotus that covers Her shoulders in a heavy mantle
- a bracelet of woven water and starlight shimmering upon Her wrist.
- Avaris's sharply angled chin dips in a slight nod, though the gesture, small as it
- is, slows midway at the mention of the Silent. The effulgent eyes that adorn his wings thin minutely
- as he considers this, then widen immediately upon perceiving Lantra's form, which draws the full
- attention of every one of the countless markings at once. "My Lady. It is good to see You, despite
- circumstances."
- Bathed in the sanguine light of the chamber, Lantra stands before the Font with Her hands pressed
- before Herself, Her expression difficult to glean as She looks upon you. If She is deterred by your
- words, the Goddess does not express it. "Tell Me, Avaris. What does Fortitude mean to you? For how
- you prove it is reflected in your interpretation of its meaning."
- For once lit in the shades of red by an external source, rather than the fires of
- his own angry markings, Avaris's golden carapace is tinged towards a lesser metal, more copper in
- hue. He considers the question for a time, turning his thoughts carefully over within his mind as he
- formulates his response, which comes in a measured, sober cadence. "Persistence, despite adversity.
- In all of its forms. Of the body, of the soul, heart and mind. Enduring, and remaining true to
- oneself despite that which assails you." The fingers of his outermost hand curl slowly, clawed
- points scraping over the flat chitin beneath. "To be unyielding, no matter what comes."
- The Goddess Lantra wordlessly raises a hand, Her expression inscrutable as She smiles thinly.
- In answer to the Goddess's summons, the sacred spear of Atonement manifests before Her in a burst of
- water and light.
- Lantra begins to wield Atonement in Her left hand.
- A number of the luminous, stylised eyes drift inexorably towards the sacred spear,
- as Avaris's head lifts fractionally, antennae flicking up alertly. He says nothing, however, and
- remains otherwise still.
- You think to yourself: A whisper of trepidation - A weapon is never bared without purpose.
- Taking the weapon in Her hands as gently as one might lift a sceptre, Lantra says softly, "Fortitude
- is to be unyielding, yes. And yet it is a strength that remains when all other things fail Us, and
- all other lights go out." She frowns slightly, Her veil reflected in the spear's blade, as She
- continues, "You have sought to throw yourself before My Cousins to prove your conviction before Me.
- And I have professed that I do not wish for you to become the target of My Cousins' ire." Her voice
- is quiet, considering as She asks, "Which Divine do you fear more than any other, Avaris?"
- As yet unmoving, save for the subtle shift of the luminescent eyes' pupils tracking
- the motion of Atonement's blade, Avaris stares at the floor, visored face immobile, expressionless.
- Only the faint rise and fall of his chest betrays his status as a living thing, so long does he
- remain kneeling, dwelling on the question posed to him.
- You think to yourself: More than any other? A series of images, some more vivid and sharp than
- others - The Lady of Lagoons, blurring through water as he drowns. The Even Bladed, furious, framed
- in the shining arc of Her descending, bloodied blades, a beat before his death at their edge. The
- Silent One, a nebulous mass of shadows, patient and subtle. Others, as yet unmet, but monitored,
- studied, very aware of, and the dangers They present. At last, the Goddess before him.
- Endless cascades of water and light flow into this luminous pool, enchanting in its celestial glow.
- Eventually, in a whisper of voices barely approaching a murmur, Avaris answers, as
- if confessing a great and terrible shame, "You, my Lady."
- You think to yourself: "Though it is a strange fear."
- Atonement's spear gleams in the starlight as Lantra asks gently, "And why do you fear Me, Avaris?"
- The sharp joints of Avaris's layered fingers arch and flex as he rubs at the
- burnished plates of his chitin in a distracted fashion, visibly reluctant to answer. Despite this,
- he does so, each word drawn from him like a blade lodged in his flesh. "Because I love You more than
- anything, my Lady. The thought of You being hurt, or leaving, or...Or ending, it- It terrifies me.
- More than any other Divine ever could."
- The Goddess's figure appears to diminish at your words, as if a great weight has lifted from Her
- shoulders. The sacred spear of Atonement falls to rest upon the ground as Lantra looks upon you, Her
- veil flickering in the starlight. "Yes. You have given Me great and terrible power over you,
- Avaris." There is a quiet resignation in the Empyreal's reply, as if She has long reached a foregone
- conclusion that She resists stating aloud. "You would relish any difficulty I placed before you,
- were it to protect Me. This is what I believe."
- The hiss of wickedly sharp fingertips drawn along the back of a carapace-clad hand
- slows at Lantra's words, as Avaris's hands grow quiescent, poised in an arch of red-tinted, shining
- chitin. The wings that cloak his back shift uncomfortably in a soft rustling of feathers, as the
- dense, curving lines of his antennae coil in on themselves in discomfort. It seems, for a time, that
- he will not answer Lantra, but as ever, he does, with great reluctance, the resonance of his voice
- destabilised by the uncertainty that wavers through it. "I...I do not know what to say to You on
- this, my Lady. I am sorry, if this displeases You."
- The spear remains loose within the Goddess's grip, although its precise and exact point remains
- lethal in its sharp fixation as Lantra says, "Fortitude is to persist in the darkness, even in the
- absence of light. It is to trust in what is unseen, even as the shadows encroach upon you, ever
- seeking to place doubt within your weary mind. It is to trust your own voice, even when the world is
- bereft of all kindness." She exhales softly, turning to you to say, "You wish for Me to ask the most
- difficult task I can of you. And I have considered what such a thorned path might be for you,
- although it is not one I would ask you to walk."
- Her voice soft and gentle, Lantra, the Empyreal says to you, "For I am the light in your darkness,
- Avaris. Am I not?"
- You think to yourself: A seeping, insidious sensation of black dread. He did not like the
- connotations that held, on the heels of Her earlier observation. He did not like it at all.
- The antennae uncoil, flicking about in sharp, agitated motions, all steep angles
- and spasmodic lunges, though Avaris himself remains as motionless as a statue. Though he strives to
- offer up a strong and steady voice in answer to Lantra's, he falters, the musical hum of his words
- turned strained, imbalanced, almost discordant. "You are, my Lady."
- The Goddess raises a gentle hand, and in answer, the starlight coalescing about the Font weaves in
- upon itself to form a sparkling mantle within Lantra's hands, shimmering and gleaming with radiant
- power.
- Taking the Sidereal Mantle of Ailustris in Her hands, Lantra asks softly, "You wished to know if I
- owned anything another Elder might covet. There is one, at least."
- Grasping shadows linger and take hold of this exquisite cloak of Night, a constellation of stars
- drifting across its tenebrous silk with an empyreal beauty. Like misty diamonds, each captured star
- twinkles brilliantly in the darkness as if plucked from the heavens, arranging and rearranging in
- endless, ephemeral formations. There is an enchanting quality to the fluid way the cloak ripples
- with its every movement, at once inky, opaque, and shimmering in its fragile resplendence. A single
- radiant star serves as the clasp for this heavy mantle, its seven points glaring with cold
- illumination.
- The tenebrous shadows of the mantle flickering amidst countless minute stars, Lantra, the Empyreal
- says, "However, I would not have you resist the Elder's desire for this token. Rather, I would have
- you deliver it to the Silent Lord yourself, as My emissary."
- Inevitably, the focus of Avaris's light-forged eyes are drawn to the mantle, fixing
- upon it with a helpless sort of fascination. He does not speak, for a time, as he lifts his head to
- stare at it with the solid, azure orbs of his natural eyes, his antennae frozen in the midst of
- their anxious jerking.
- You think to yourself: "Seven. Shadows. I do not like what this suggests."
- His visored faced drawn down as if by a great weight, Avaris regards the floor in a
- decidedly stony fashion, the chitin of his torso creaking quietly as he presses his hands against it
- with great force. "May I ask the purpose, and nature of this item, my Lady?"
- Her fingers lightly brushing against the mantle, Lantra says, "Fear not, My Avaris. It is no weapon,
- nor is it an artifact of any deceit or artifice. It is merely..." She pauses, and in the silence of
- Her contemplation, there seems a galaxy of unspoken answers. "The Silent Lord will understand its
- purpose," the Goddess says at last.
- Her voice as firm as it is quiet, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "There are conditions to this request,
- of course."
- You think to yourself: That was what he was afraid of. A compression of his feelings, crushing the
- dread, the strange, disquieting discomfort birthed by the whispering possibilities of the mantle, of
- the symbols, of what it might imply - All of it, squeezed and compacted until they are a cold, flat
- plane of light, slicked by an umbral patina.
- The noise emanating from his armoured chest deepens briefly to a groan of
- complaint, before Avaris gradually diminishes the pressure, lifting his hands free to place them,
- instead, upon his upraised knee, as if to steady himself. He listens with a grim intensity, his
- antennae flattened into blades forged of bloody liquid that angle back and away from Lantra, and is
- silent.
- Taking in your response in silence, the Goddess Lantra takes the star-woven mantle before Her and
- continues, Her voice clear and soft, "You asked for a test of your Fortitude. You wished to defend
- Me. I ask instead for you to do something that speaks against all that you believe your duty to Me
- to be. And until this missive is complete," Lantra's words hush to a severe whisper, "My light would
- be absent from your side. I would be as distant as the furthest star, and My silence as deafening as
- the Void. You would stand before the Silent Lord with My displeasure marked across your form,
- allowing Him to believe that you had gained My ire. And in this, He will speak to you of Me in words
- that are unkind, and perhaps cruel. Yet you must not rise to His bait of your anger."
- You think to yourself: It is not the sudden, abrupt shock of a path suddenly ending, but rather the
- sick, heart-hollowing fall that is slow - The type you see coming, but can do nothing to prevent as
- you slide towards the abyss. No light. No warmth. Distant as the furthest star. He reels,
- internally, like a drunk, grasping desperately for the solid handholds of logic, of reason.
- As the cold, barren nature of his path is laid out before him, absent of Lantra's
- light and warmth, the colour slowly drains from Avaris's antennae, bleeding away until they drift,
- pale as bone, to drape across the ridges of his skull. The soft, ever present luminescence of his
- wings bleaches away from a hearty gold to a sickly pallor, the faintly yellow-tinged white of dead
- leaves. The fingers upon his knee tremble, so slight as to be nearly indiscernible, and he is
- otherwise still. When he speaks, however, there is no music at all in his voice, all melody ripped
- from the choir that forms his words, hoarse and harsh, quiet as tearing paper. "Yes, Lady. As You
- will it, so it shall be. What will I have done, to warrant Your displeasure, for when He asks?" The
- knuckles arch as he squeezes his knee tight, a detatched, almost dazed quality to his voice. "My
- love for You is well know. It will have to be convincing."
- When Lantra next speaks, it is with exquisite tenderness: "You need not accept this if you do not
- wish it, My Avaris. You had asked for the most difficult path I could ask you to walk. I remind you,
- once more, that it is not the only path you possess." At your hoarse words, the Goddess says, with
- either bitterness or cynicism, "That may not prove as difficult as you imagine, for the Lord Silent
- holds those He loves and hates in equal company."
- Coolly, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "He has enough reasons to imagine My displeasure, without you
- offering any. His imagination is vast."
- You think to yourself: Not the only path? "Ah, Lady. You do not understand me, yet."
- Visibly marshalling the scattered fragments of his will, Avaris straightens, his
- back growing rigid as he sets his shoulders, lifting his head to regard Lantra directly. Though the
- colour is still absent from his form, and the music has fled from his voice, his words are firm,
- almost hard with the dissonance of his tones, but ever respectful. "No, Lady. I will do this for
- You, as I would do anything You wished of me. I will not shrink from it." Clearing his throat in a
- rasping buzz, he asks, hollowly, "Will I be leaving Your Order for this, Lady?"
- There is a long pause as Lantra considers the question, light gleaming off of Atonement's shaft.
- "You wish to plunge yourself into the darkness unheeded," She says at last, sighing.
- There is an equal delay while Avaris processes this - Or strives to, if the
- uncertain twitching and coiling of his antennae is any indication. Eventually, in an uncertain
- manner, he asks, "Lady?"
- "I would hold you to your vows, My Avaris. Those are sworn to Me and binding in their oaths. For
- eternity," Lantra echoes. "How thorned do you desire this path to be? How many obstacles do you
- require to prove your vow of Fortitude? I will not ask you to venture deeper into the shadows than
- you wish. Yet," the Goddess says, "I would say that when your task is done, you will find My light
- no longer absent, and your place among Mine where it ought to be."
- The long slivers of bone-white that his antennae have become curve down at a steep
- angle as Avaris frowns, giving Lantra's words an intensity of consideration that delves far into the
- severe. With quiet, steady force, delivered in a nonetheless gentle manner, he emphasises, "I would
- do anything for You. Anything. I would leave the Order, the guild, the city - All of it, everyone,
- if it meant that You would trust in me after I have proven myself to You. No number of obstacles
- will stop me, nor a path more thorned than any that has come before it. Simply tell me how it must
- be, and I will make it manifest for You."
- There is a long, pained silence as Lantra contemplates you, as if attempting to understand you,
- though the mists surrounding Her churn in frustrated silence. "I do not wish such a drastic path for
- you as that," the Goddess says, voice clear and firm. "It will be enough for you to walk with My
- disfavour, and without Me at your side. Yet if you wish to experience the true absence of hope, and
- withstand despair in Fortitude, I will remove you from My Order. Know, however, that you will still
- walk as Mine and you will not be released from your vows to Me."
- The currents of frustration that wreathe Lantra in mist are met with an obduratewill, as Avaris
- maintains his stance, stolid and stubborn as a stone. His voice growing more even, now,
- as he masters himself, he replies, calm and level, "You walked the Void, Lady. I want You to
- know, in Your heart, without any doubt at all, that I could walk it with You."
- A solemn intonation in Her words, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Then walk within the darkness of that
- Void, and should you not seek My warmth before the end closes upon you, I shall see the trial
- accepted."
- Moved by the incandescent wrath of Lantra, seven spears of sharpened starlight manifest around you
- to encase you within a prison of blades. An unforgiving brilliance emanates from their revealing
- light, purging your surroundings from view. When at last the blinding white recedes, you find
- yourself trapped and alone before a desecrated healing mound.
- A desecrated healing mound.
- Seven spears of sharpened starlight form a domed prison here, beneath which the nauseating stench of
- death and disease overwhelms every inch of an unforgiving desert. Beneath where the blades meet lies
- a single healing mound, broken and torn asunder beneath a slick pile of viscera and gore. Flies buzz
- over the wastes of reeking corpses, mangled past all recognition by thousands of vicious teeth and
- claws. Scarred a violent, throbbing red colour, the angry sky is rent apart and torn open like a
- gaping wound, weeping bloody rain on the soiled ground. The sheer desolation of the expanse beyond
- the blades reveals no living soul except yours, save for the unsettling presence of monstrous
- shadows lurking in the distance, scavenging for fresh carrion. Absurdly, every path leads to this
- memorial of suffering and misery, no matter how far it stretches into the distance.
- You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, and northwest.
- Despite yourself, you feel a strange force pushing you to move forward, even as there is nowhere for
- you to go.
- Stumbling upright in his shock, Avaris loses his footing and slips forward, falling
- to his hands and knees in a wet impact of visceral liquid. He recoils, rising, antennae curled back
- in revulsion, and takes stock of his surroundings. Distaste emanating from him in a near palpable
- aura, he sets off, shoulders hunched, wings steadily stained red by the bloody rain.
- You think to yourself: "This is...An awful place. Where am I?"
- Avaris tries to flick the coating of sanguine fluid from his hands, shaking the
- clawed appendages out repeatedly, to no avail.
- ((Containment period ends))
- The Font of Fortitude.
- Cold, argent light filters through this chamber, which is upheld by stark white pillars illuminated
- by starry torchlight. The frescoes painted upon this water-filled chamber are haunting in their
- black-and-white shading as they depict the horrors of the Elder Wars. Here, countless Elder Gods
- hold Their ground before the likes of Kethuru, Crazen and Zenos, held in proud formations perfected
- by the Second Circle. Yet the wounded and dying have begun to pile up behind Them, and while many
- faces which grace these walls seem familiar, far more are blurred, as if the memory of Them has
- finally begun to fray. A statue of Lantra, the Lady Mediatrix looks upon all these images in
- silence, surrounded by startlingly bright red lotuses which blossom at Her feet and crown Her regal
- brow. A single crimson lotus blooms eternally in Her outstretched hands as water and light flows
- forth from beneath its sanguine petals, as if stained with blood. Lantra, the Empyreal stands here
- with a restrained dignity, Her aura radiating a celestial light. She wields Atonement in Her left
- hand.
- You see exits leading northeast, south, and northwest.
- The seven spears of sharpened starlight that imprison you disperse in a flash of light as Lantra
- releases you from the suffering of your containment.
- Her expression calm, patient as She looks upon you, Lantra asks, "Are you so resigned to the path of
- suffering?"
- The resplendent, angelic nature of Avaris's form is sullied by the red that stains
- his form, rivulets of liquid gore trickling over his carapace, slivers of viscera stuck to the cruel
- arcs of his talons. Gathering his bearings once more, he does not kneel before Lantra, only bows -
- Though the gesture is as deep as he is able to make it. In a voice that is quiet, but thick with
- conviction, he replies, "I am. Let me prove myself to You, Lady. Please."
- There is another sigh, marred by the slightest sound of frustration as Lantra says, "Do not
- relinquish your vows to New Celest and your guild for My sake. I would not have you tear such
- foundations asunder to prove yourself to Me." Then Her voice softens as She brings the Sidereal
- Mantle of Ailustris forth, pausing. "Avaris," She begins again, "is there aught I can do to give you
- the strength you require before you begin upon this foolhardy path? For I will not speak with you
- again until its conclusion."
- "Respectfully, Lady, they are but mortals. They will forgive, or forget. Affiliations are as
- changeable as the weather. I will quit both, and they will accept me back when I am done.
- I will be fine." Avaris rises from his bow, standing upright for the first time in Lantra's
- presence, his head tilted down to regard Lantra with eyes and a face that are incapable of
- expression - Save for the faint glitter or light that manifests in the azure orbs that stud his
- visored visage. Gently, he answers, "Lady, still, you do not understand me. It is I who will give
- You strength, not the opposite. That is how I would have it be, between us." With this said, he
- holds out his upper right hand, patient and steady.
- Lantra, the Empyreal says, "You do not listen to My demands."
- Avaris breathes a faintly frustrated sigh of his own, lowering his head.
- Resignedly, he answers, "Yes, Lady. I will not quit them."
- Relief flickers across the Goddess's features as Lantra says, "I still hold you to your vow of
- Devotion. Do not forget this."
- A slight dip of Avaris's pointed chin meets this. "I will not. Unto eternity, Lady."
- With great care, Lantra brings forth the Sidereal Mantle of Ailustris, the radiant power shining
- forth from it in lambent waves of light. "When your task is done, pray unto Me," the Goddess says
- softly. "And all shall be restored as it was."
- Gathering the item into his hands with a peculiar mixture of carefulness and
- distaste, Avaris secures it beneath his wings, fastening it to something there, before turning, and
- bowing once more. "I shall. Your harshest disfavour, Lady, if You would be so kind."
- With a disdainful move of Her hand, Lantra wordlessly strips away the mists that veil you, replacing
- them with a cold, unforgiving brilliance that leaves you pale and wan.
- Lantra, the Empyreal has bestowed Her divine truedisfavour upon you. It will last for 30 months.
- Her calm demeanor at odds with the frustration in Her words, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "I
- understand your desire to prove yourself, My Avaris. And yet in some small measure, you have earned
- the mark upon you honestly. For your suffering gives Me no pleasure to witness."
- Swaying where he stands, Avaris pales further still, the gold of his carapace
- bleaching to a washed-out, unhealthy hue that loses its lustrous quality. Jerking his head down in a
- brief nod, he says, "I know, Lady. I hope only that You will forgive me, in time." He pauses, then
- asks, "Ah. How am I supposed to have...Acquired this?"
- Avaris gestures beneath his wings, to the hidden mantle.
- Lantra, the Empyreal says, "You may speak honestly, if you wish, and say it was given with the
- intent for Him to receive it."
- Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Or you may rely on subterfuge, and learn perhaps more from the Silent
- Lord than you would otherwise. For His interest in My affairs is concerning as of late."
- Avaris tilts his head in acknowledgement. "I do not like to lie, but if You deemed
- it necessary, I would do so. I have been growing concerned of His interest, myself, lately." Lifting
- a hand, he turns it aside, explaining, "I received a visit from Illyria, one of His. Warn the others
- of her, if You would - She is the most dangerous one I have met yet."
- Avaris clasps his hands together, stating, "If there is naught else that You
- believe I should know, Lady, I will depart Your presence, and the Order."
- The Goddess shrugs lightly, Her immaculate vestments shimmering in the sanguine light as if stained.
- "I do not much care what He thinks of Me," Lantra says at length. "He has never changed much from
- what He was, and My opinion of Him has seen no reason to improve."
- Endless cascades of water and light flow into this luminous pool, enchanting in its celestial glow.
- Her voice now tired, as if playing out a part She has long resigned to, Lantra, the Empyreal says,
- "Yes. I believe that role is Mine."
- Through your bond to a glass ampoule of bottled starlight, you feel it crumble away to dust.
- You sink to your knees in despair as you realize that you have been cast out of the Divine Order of
- Lantra, the Empyreal.
- Lantra, the Empyreal unbaptises you from the Before the Veil of the Divine Order of Lantra, the
- Empyreal.
- Receding into the mists, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "May you find what you are looking for in the
- shadows of this thorned path, My Avaris. I shall see you at its end."
- A quiet breeze sweeps through the vicinity as Lantra, the Empyreal dissolves in a luminous swirl of
- white lotus petals, leaving only twinkling motes of starlight in Her wake.
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- An unforgiving white light crests over the horizon, burning with incandescent wrath. There is a
- scream, then blessed silence.
- An unforgiving white light crests over the horizon, leaving you transfixed in a state of eerie calm
- as a burning spear hurtles in a precise, lethal trajectory towards you. The strike is brutal and
- immediate as you collapse backwards, writhing as the metal buries itself deeper into your heart to
- pin you helplessly against the ground. "Atone," you hear Lantra whisper, and the spear erupts in
- an inferno of holy flame. You scream as your flesh is purged in the Goddess's incandescent wrath,
- reduced to ash.
- You have been slain by Lantra.
- The mortal threads of your being severed, you scream in agony as the Divine spark within you enfolds
- your body with scorching flames.
- Avaris's hand immediately moves to his hip in a reflexive gesture, to touch the
- ampoule that has rested there for years - Only to pass through empty air, as no fine, silver chain
- hangs from the pierced chitin. He makes a very quiet sound, the soft note heavy with ineffable
- distress as he wraps the fingers of his searching hand about the wrist of its mate, squeezing. He
- remains thus for a long, long time, until he turns his gaze towards the prayer beads that loop about
- his forearm, colourless, no longer celadon, barren of tiny lotus flowers. With the numb, detatched
- manner of a man tearing strips from his flesh, he peels them off, leaving his form bare of any sign
- of a Divine's touch - Save for the searing light that envelops him, rendering him sickly and pale.
- You think to yourself: An emptiness inside his heart, where once the steady, pure light of Her
- favour kept all darkness at bay. He probes at it with the sick, morbid fascination of one who has
- lost a limb, and can do nothing but stare at the stump in dull horror.
- You think to yourself: "Fortitude. Cling to that. She is the light at the end of this path. Hold to
- that. Persist."
- You reach out and touch the Sidereal Mantle of Ailustris.
- Strange visions of a vast expanse of starlit mist fill your mind as you feel the star-spun silk of
- the Sidereal Mantle of Ailustris, the cosmic images evoking an alien beauty that is at once familiar
- to you and not.
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