Results of the 6-10-19 Hamsterhunt n meeting a new Ephem

(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "Re: When a Divine Really Wants Arpee."

Ydryin's good eye wanders towards the Master Ravenwood Tree, a thoughtful look on his face as he does before he turns his body to answer Xenthos, "Until I am called to assist Lady Maylea, or until a day's time has passed since Ishra has claimed her prize."

Crenshaw sways back and forth.

(Auguries): Afollia says, "Ydryin is present at the Master Ravenwood, for any that wish to meet him."

(The Shadow Kindred): Xenthos says, "This is a newbie divine-in-training."

Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says to you, "You certainly may, little one. I had planned to ask you to take me to your favourite place in this world, but I assume you would have simply brought me here."

A loud crack sounds as Ydryin's mouth turns up in a pained smile, the blackened half of his face shedding dark bark and a small flurry of ash.

Laden with strange warbles, Initiate to the Tah'vrai, Crenshaw says, "Th-this one, it has never seen a Divine before."

(Auguries): Esri says, "Who is that?"

Kalaneya raises an eyebrow as she assesses Ydryin's countenance, before giving him a brief nod of respect.

Xenthos purses his lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as he carefully gathers his thoughts.

Winking motes of prismatic dreams drift in from the north, heralding the arrival of a blithe dream phoenix with gossamer wings of ethereal light.
==== something entered from north,  ====
A shadowlord widowrider nods his head at Esri.

Brennan Stormcrow bows respectfully to Esri.

==== Something entered the room from north, ====

(Auguries): Afollia says, "He is an ephemeral of Serenwilde."

The grass blackens and burns underneath Ydryin as he folds his legs carefully beneath himself, settling down to a resting position.

Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "We are all gathered! Now we require the Ebonglom Crown!"
Brennan Stormcrow curls his lip and sneers arrogantly.

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "Greetings."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to Crenshaw, "This one is not truly a God, but a being a bit more... fleeting in nature."

Esri bows respectfully to Ydryin.

A giant hairy brown spider with midnight black wings rubs her two forelegs together.

Quietly, you say to Ydryin, "I have a few favorite places... hard to pick just one. But this one certainly tops the list."

Kalaneya chuckles softly with a throaty growl.

Afollia flashes Xenthos a joyous smile.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "They are the servants of the Gods, enacting Their will. Or trying to, at least."

Esri's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

A translucent butterfly enters from the north in a flutter of rippling wings.
==== Something enters from the north ====

The sharp sound of a twig snapping echoes behind you.

Ydryin raises one wooden brow at Xenthos. "Presumptuous to speak another's history for them, little one."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "In this case, apparently the will of Lady Maylea."

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "Greetings Everyone."

Esri flashes Afollia a joyous smile.

Esri bows respectfully to you.

Afollia flashes Esri a joyous smile.

Brennan Stormcrow cocks his head to one side, looking Rancoura over with an appraising stare.
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Mighty Crow has his eye upon you, Dark Savant!"
Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Rancoura hopefully.

Esri bows respectfully to Xenthos.

The gossamer wings of a wispy butterfly carry it away to the north.
==== something exited towards the north. ====

Esri pets Ilistala, an enormous leopard ingratiatingly.
A loud rumbling emanates from Ilistala as she rubs against Esri.

A black direwolf tilts back his head in a low, resonant howl.
A black direwolf tilts back his head in a low, resonant howl.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to Ydryin, "It is an important distinction to make nonetheless."

Crenshaw would blink, if he could. Instead, the Kepheran locks his compound gaze upon Ydryin. It isn't a contemptuous affair, lacking eyelids or flesh-stuff to manipulate to create proper expression. "This one finds him...interesting...nonetheless."

In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says to Ydryin, "Welcome to the Dark Forest."

A small swan graced with jagged, crystalline wings dips his head low.

The wind whistles eerily through the branches overhead.

Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says, "Lady Maylea does not claim me as Her servant, nor does She ask me to name Her my Mistress. I am an ancient hamadryad whose soul tree existed in times where the sister forests stood as one. I will admit, this new Gloriana is..."

(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "Oh gawd I'm so glad no asshole targeted him, cause my basher is trying to auto-hit on balance."

With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its metallic claw grasping a crescent moon and rose cup cake, which it quickly deposits in your hands.

Kalaneya murmurs a quiet 'Hm?', at Ydryin, tilting her head slightly with curiosity.

A mechanical dirigible bobs up and down on the air currents before jets of steam erupt from several of its valves, then putters off.

(The Shadow Kindred): Xenthos says, "Yeah we try not to attack our RP buddies, even if they are opposing visitors :D."

(The Shadow Kindred): Xenthos says, "We don't get much of this stuff so it's nice!"
Flames crackle in the scars along Ydryin's torso as he examines his surroundings once more, the gentle heat in the glade rising a few degrees.
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "I typically never attack outside of pk areas or events. Unless we're raiding/being raided, which I guess is a pk event lol."
Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "This new Gloriana is not Gloriana."
Brennan Stormcrow says, "This was once called Gloriana Forest. But then power visited and Glomdoring was born."
(The Shadow Kindred): Afollia says, "Even if he's aligned with an opposing org, let's not forget ephemerals have a lot of hard work."
Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Do you know of our history?"
With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its metallic claw grasping a crescent moon and rose cup cake, which it quickly deposits in Ydryin's hands.
Xenthos tilts his head curiously at Ydryin.
A mechanical dirigible bobs up and down on the air currents before jets of steam erupt from several of its valves, then putters off.
(The Shadow Kindred): Afollia says, "So respect is important, though we need not agree with everything that is spoken."
You are wielding an athame dagger in your right hand.
You are holding:
4 glistening wyrden rose vials, a Cornucopia of Wonder, an energy cube, a Wyrden pipe of ravenwood, 20 death watch beetles origami, a primaeval shadowglass snowglobe of dark fauna, a mechanical fountain pen, an iridescent clockwork dragonfly, 9 wyrden origami cranes, a brazier of wonder, a magic tome, stalks of wild mignonette, a dead green and gold baby adder, 2 corpses of a queen icedigger, a crescent moon and rose cup cake.
You are wearing:
a twisting onyx bracelet inlaid with silver knotwork, a branch-like onyx bracelet with opal blackthorn petals, a serpent-scaled jacket of emerald-green, a purple skirt with spider web accents, lavender charmeuse panties freckled with saffron paisley, changeant silk stockings of lavender and gold, Silver Stirrups of the Steed, a dark pearl pocket watch with a clover charm, elbow-length gloves of lavender satin, a thick cloak of forestal hues, Spurs of the Traveller, an elegant faeling thumb ring adorned with onyx, a miniature snowglobe ring, a beetle ring of clever ingenuity, 6 simple gold rings, black calf-length boots, a star-etched opal ring, a pointed hat etched with runes, a weathered pair of travelling boots, a knotted noose scarf, a wyrden lyrebird backpack, a silver torc, the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree, the True Crown of D'Varsha.
You have 63 types of item in the rift and 24 types of fluid in the liquid rift.
You possess 76 items and are carrying no gold.
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "Oh, well yeah! Maximum respect! Cren's never heard of an ephemeral, nor knows what they are, so he is just gawking really."
Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says, "When I went to my long slumber in my soul tree, the Serenwilde was whole and Ackleberry held two of my sisters. I woke but only half a year ago in the wake of a powerful storm nearly destroying my soul tree."
2019/06/11 02:44:48 - Credits: -10. Transfer to Ishra. Reason: Earning her victory during the latest Basin-wide rodent-hunt and well representing both the Glomdoring and the Covenant.
2019/06/11 02:45:09 - Credits: -5. Transfer to Afollia. Reason: Participating in the latest Basin-wide rodent-hunt and well representing both the Glomdoring and the Covenant.
2019/06/11 02:45:19 - Credits: -5. Transfer to Csethiro. Reason: Participating in the latest Basin-wide rodent-hunt and well representing both the Glomdoring and the Covenant.
2019/06/11 02:45:23 - Credits: -5. Transfer to Kalaneya. Reason: Participating in the latest Basin-wide rodent-hunt and well representing both the Glomdoring and the Covenant.
2019/06/11 02:45:24 - Credits: -5. Transfer to Esri. Reason: Participating in the latest Basin-wide rodent-hunt and well representing both the Glomdoring and the Covenant.
(The Shadow Kindred): Alarin says, "My favorite Eph to this day is Cajorec."
Spinner Afollia, Reader of the Signs says, "Is that the occurance that left you scorched in such a way Ydryin?"
Your karma falls to keep up the karmic blessing of war.
Continuing the hunt for his dark mate, Father Sun presses forward in his journey, lowering himself in the sky yet still casting even, full light upon the land.
"Mmmm, -very- long slumber then," Kalaneya murmurs idly, casually fanning herself with a claw.
You boggle at Afollia.
With a flourish of her arm, Csethiro bows deeply.
Proselyte Csethiro, Fate's End says, "Please excuse me."
Csethiro leaves to the down.
A shadowlord widowrider says, "Farewell, child of the dark forest."
Gliding soundlessly through the air, a small swan graced with jagged, crystalline wings skims to the down.
==== Csethiro leaves the room to the down. ====
Spinner Afollia, Reader of the Signs says to you, "It is a genuine question, I am curious."
Esri ponders the situation.
Ydryin's blackened bark cracks and splinters along his neck as he nods at Afollia, "Indeed. It was the timely intervention of the Serenwilde and Lady Maylea that pulled me from the brink. I take no offence."
Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "The emperor of the old Celestian Empire made an ill-advised expedition to a newly discovered place, the Astral Plane, and attempted to harness its energies... which released Lord Kethuru unto the Basin of Life once more."
(The Shadow Kindred): Csethiro says, "Bah i have to make dinner it's 8pm."
(The Shadow Kindred): Csethiro says, "I'm supposed to be in bed in 30 mins."
(The Shadow Kindred): Csethiro says, "Good night all."
A black direwolf tilts back his head in a low, resonant howl.
Spinner Afollia, Reader of the Signs says, "Thank you for your indulgence Ydryin."
Smelling of burning wood and smoke, the four-legged man here radiates a faint warmth, denoting that he is a radiant immortal. His lower body takes the form of a stag, though patches of multicoloured moss intermingle among the thick grey fur that covers his flank. Dark, jagged scarring can be seen across his upper body, a reddish-orange glow like fire dancing within the cracks in the rough bark that is his skin. A pointed, delicate face is half-destroyed, the left side entirely charred and beginning to ash while the right maintains vaguely elfen features that greet the world with a mix of contempt and caution.
He is wearing:
a vest of mottled, seared vines lashed around his wooden torso;
a wreath of dancing embers burning brightly around his head.
(The Shadow Kindred): Kyalrhin (from the Aetherways) says, "Goodnight, Csethiro."
Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "That led to the disappearance of Ackleberry, hiding itself away. And the Gloriana Forest itself was destroyed, devoured by the energies that swept along in His wake."
Brennan Stormcrow says, "This was once called Gloriana Forest. But then power visited and Glomdoring was born."
Ydryin's eye flicks curiously around the quiet mortals in the glade before turning back to Xenthos' storied explanation.
Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "And Serenwilde turned its back on its 'allies,' leaving everything to its doom and displacement."
Xenthos purses his lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as he carefully gathers his thoughts.
Rancoura gazes thoughtfully upon Ydryin, fingers delicately laced as she examines the Hamadryad with an otherwise stoic countenance.
You have emoted: Ishra stretches in her saddle and twists her back this way and that, before leaning comfortably against the back of Elsie's head and sighing with weary contentment. Turning to Ydrtin, she says, "So... What is your favorite place in the world?
Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "The Empire was, of course, warned about the foolishness of their venture, but they forged ahead and the consequences were dire for them."
Crenshaw emits a strange warbling as he listens carefully to Xenthos, and to Ydryin as they converse and share knowledge. "The Serenwoden hid in their forest, fearful of the spread of the taint, yes...?" he comments, half talking to himself judging by the quieter tones.
With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its metallic claw grasping a crescent moon and rose cup cake, which it quickly deposits in Afollia's hands.
A mechanical dirigible bobs up and down on the air currents before jets of steam erupt from several of its valves, then putters off.
+ Proselyte Ishra Ysav'rai, Lus'ynda of the Entwined ---------------------+
| Rest      : fully rested                 Lessons        : 13            |
| Hunger    : weak from hunger             Lesson Pools   : 0             |
| Sobriety  : sober and in control         Credits        : 12            |
| Tolerance : intolerant                   Bound Credits  : 82            |
| Sanity    : completely sane              Dingbats       : 0             |
| Warmth    : a bit underdressed           Sticky Dingbats: 0             |
| Prestige  : like royalty                 Reincarnations : one           |
| Rooting   : moderate                     Timeout        : 30 min        |
| Aethergoop: 143                                                         |
| Bound Aethergoop: 70                                                    |
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| Played    : 49 days, 4 hours, and 0 minutes    Vote Wgt : 10            |
| This Week : 0 days, 14 hours, and 18 minutes   Mindset  : Cautious      |
| Family    : Ysav'rai                           Campaign : Crusades      |
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| Looktext  : Proselyte Ishra Ysav'rai, Lus'ynda of the Entwined is       |
|             here, surrounded by whispering, insubstantial figures that  |
|             fade in and out of existence. She wields an athame dagger   |
|             in her right hand.                                          |
| Shout     : An overpoweringly strong female voice shouts, "Blah."       |
| Motto     : Authors create Art. Editors create Culture.                 |
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| Kephera                 Magnagora               ScorpionSpirit          |
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Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says, "A wildfire burns and destroys, but allows the conifer pods to spread and their seeds to begin the process of bearing new life Clearly, the was-Gloriana-now-Glomdoring thrives in the fertile soil left behind by the scourge."
Kalaneya's mien twists into a mildly amused smirk as she winks slyly at Crenshaw. "A new record for history lessons this month," she murmurs.
Afollia flashes Kalaneya a joyous smile.
Shadows swirl around Rancoura's arm as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree shifts and turns around her hand.
Esri nods his head at Kalaneya.
Before the Master Ravenwood Tree.
Brennan Stormcrow paces here, his cadaverous body twitching with sudden jerks. The Master Ravenwood Tree towers over everything here, pulsing with an immeasurable yet dark power. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. There are 6 black direwolves here. There are 2 armoured bats here. There are 15 dark nighthags here. There are 17 shadowlord widowriders here. A solstice stocking has been hung here. A crudely crafted shrine of harsh black crystal stands here, thrumming powerfully. Splintered from the Master Ravenwood, a massive branch lies here, spiders crawling along its rotting wood. A giant bat hangs here, wings folded about its body and one beady eye open. There are 12 illithoid scourges here. Glowing gently with a soft blue light, a delicate dreamcatcher has been permanently hung here. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a spider around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a beetle around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a bat around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a wasp around its skull. A mature blackthorn tree stands proudly here. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. There are 9 large platters of bacon wrapped steaks here. A ceremonial fire crackles here, sending orange sparks swirling upwards. There are 2 masses of guano here. Gnawing on the leather bit of her reins, a silver-haired, spirited war goat with a pair of blunt stumps for horns waits here. A giant hairy brown spider with midnight black wings scuttles about here, dripping venom from her mandibles. With a temperate mien, a fluffy grey llama with long eyelashes stands guard here. Trailing fluttering motes of dreams, the evanescent form of a blithe dream phoenix lingers here, gossamer wings of ethereal light cascading behind him. A baleful crow perches here, crimson eyes piercing in their glare. Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel stands here, an unnatural silence clinging to her like a shroud. She wields the graceful black-crystal athame of the Silent Umbra in her left hand. Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad is here, wreathed in divine fire. Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia with a Wakabi face is here, shrouded. She wields spectral psiblade claws in each hand. Initiate to the Tah'vrai, Crenshaw is here. He wields a little nekai in each hand. Spinner Afollia, Reader of the Signs is here, shrouded. She wields a mystic cudgel in her right hand. An earth elemental towers here, a behemoth of tainted rock and stone.
You see a single exit leading north.
Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says to you, "My favourite place is a glade of cherry trees, where my sisters and I would sit during the spring and admire each others blooms as we watched the baby animals learn the way of the world."
Nodding slowly in Ydryin's direction, Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Though the soil was not fertile for some time. The Gloriana was dead, blasted away, until Lady Viravain returned to the Basin of Life. It was She who stirred the ground, who brought life to the plants. The Master Ravenwood itself was but a stump until She restored it to its current mighty form."
Brennan Stormcrow says, "This was once called Gloriana Forest. But then power visited and Glomdoring was born."
Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "And that is when the Glomdoring was born."
Elisia slowly fades into being, appearing as though walking down a flight of steps.
A dark nighthag turns her gaze to Elisia momentarily.
With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its metallic claw grasping an indigo mushroom cloud cup cake, which it quickly deposits in Crenshaw's hands.
Elisia flashes Crenshaw a joyous smile.
A mechanical dirigible bobs up and down on the air currents before jets of steam erupt from several of its valves, then putters off.
Crenshaw offers Kalaneya a happy chittering, intoned by the same strange warbles, before returning his attention to Ydryin.
In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "Greetings Elisia."
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "Hey."
A black direwolf tilts back his head in a low, resonant howl.
(The Shadow Kindred): Alarin says, "Hey man."
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "Ok, so. The Tertiaries for blacktalon."
Nodding a bit sadly, you say to Ydryin, "Where was that grove? In old Gloriana?"
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "Asking for Elisia."
Elisia raises her hand in a small wave.
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "Which would you folk recommend?"
Unconsciously grasping at the wyrden soil with her paws, Kalaneya remarks, "Indeed, we do thrive. With thanks to the Mistress. The scourge is transformed anew."
Kalaneya murmurs a quiet 'Hm?', at Elisia, tilting her head slightly with curiosity.
(The Shadow Kindred): Esri says, "You mean skill choice?"
(The Shadow Kindred): Alarin says, "Oh. Not my field."
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "Like could you give a shorthand of them? She's really tryin' lol. And yeah."
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "SKILLCHOICE ones. Hunting, Runes, Dreamweaving and erm."
Shadows grow longer in anticipation for the return of their dark mistress as Father Sun's chase brings him closer to the world's edge.
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "Shamanism."
(The Shadow Kindred): Esri says, "Tell her to take her time with it I waited nearly a year before I chose."
(The Shadow Kindred): Xenthos says, "Hard to go wrong with runes. Runes lets you embed stuff in your meld for area control. The key rune is rad, it throws people around, but you can use other runes for affs."
Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says to you, "Within the Serenwilde, near the Scar that mars her now. The Gloriana was the rooting grounds of two of my sisters, but I fear that their soul trees would have been scourged and their presence destroyed long before your Lady Viravain would come."
(The Shadow Kindred): Alarin says, "Hunting advice? Now THAT I can help with."
(The Shadow Kindred): Xenthos says, "Dreamweaving and shamanism both have their perks (Crek usually rolls with Shamanism). I think shamanism is the more complex of the options."
(The Shadow Kindred): Esri says, "I think she may be at the druidry and tree choice."
(The Shadow Kindred): Xenthos says, "Hunting leads to shamanism iirc."
You ponder the situation.
The flames in his scars growing a little dimmer, Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says, "Indeed, I seem to find most of my sisters were not as fortunate as I."
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "I think she was leaning towards wyrdwood."
(The Shadow Kindred): Xenthos says, "That's Nature."
(The Shadow Kindred): Xenthos says, "If she does that she won't be a kephera any more."
(The Shadow Kindred): Esri says, "Tell her to honeslty take her time, their is no rush."
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "Right. Druid/Wyrdwood are specializations at master."
Quietly, you say, "Many years after Lady Viravain came, Dark Spirits that long lay dormant arose, reinvigorated by the Wyrd. Not to give you undue hope but... Anything is possible in this forest. Who knows? Maybe some essence of them is still around?"
Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says to Xenthos, "Thank you, little one, for the explanation. I will endeavour to refer to your Glomdoring as it is known now."
(The Shadow Kindred): Alarin says, "What Esri said."
(The Shadow Kindred): Alarin says, "Or."
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "Oh is the tree form permanent?"
(The Shadow Kindred): Esri says, "Yes."
A black direwolf tilts back his head in a low, resonant howl.
The sound of drums rings violently in the air before falling back to a hushed rhythm.
(The Shadow Kindred): Alarin says, "If she's under level 30, do what I did."
(The Shadow Kindred): Alarin says, "Test them both."
(The Shadow Kindred): Alarin says, "No lesson loss then."
The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Rancoura's lips.
Crenshaw chirrs out a "Glom-do-ring, yes. Is this one's new home, yes. Good people, no matter the image others paint."
Kalaneya nods in agreement with you. "This came to our mind as well. We wonder if they too are buried in the wyrd, transformed into Dark Spirits."
Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to Ydryin, "The Glomdoring is home to many ancient spirits. A large number who came to us from the Serenwilde, those who were part of a rebellion a long time in their past. More recently, those who lived here when the Gloriana died, and past that... steeped within the earth for all this time."
Brennan Stormcrow says, "This was once called Gloriana Forest. But then power visited and Glomdoring was born."
As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible, shadowy beauty, spreading darkness across the land.
Rancoura shivers as a miasma of darkness coats her skin.
Wisps of exotically perfumed air tickle your nostrils, billowing away from Kalaneya.
Sparkling motes of bright light surround the Master Ravenwood Tree.
Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says, "But I fear I know so few of you. To those who arrived after I spoke such, I am Ydryin, and I hope it will have been a pleasure to meet you. May I have the pleasure of knowing the names of Ishra's friends?"
Sparkling motes of bright light surround the Master Ravenwood Tree.
A bank of violet fog rolls in from the ether, upon which gallops a bone white nightmare.
==== something entered from ether,  ====
A dark nighthag turns her gaze to Alarin momentarily.
==== Something entered the room from ether, ====
Alarin suddenly loses focus in his eyes and shudders, then looks curiously refreshed.
You have emoted: Ishra smiles giddily, glancing around at the assembled Wyrdenkin. "Go on."
You have recovered balance on all limbs.
Alarin releases a clockwork-captivated viscanti origami and it flutters into the air and around him, its charm dissolving into the air around him as the vellum disappears in tiny motes of dust.
A bone white nightmare rears up and sends a bank of violet fog rolling to the north, galloping away upon it.
In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "I am Esri!"
You are embraced by a sudden longing for a sumptuous repast.
The sound of a distant scream echoes between the trees, only to be suddenly cut short.
"Kalaneya," Kalaneya states, holding her hand out for a handshake. "If I can be lucky enough to call myself a friend to Ishra, that is." Her eyes twinkle as she winks at you.
Spinner Afollia, Reader of the Signs says, "Afollia, curiosity and a touch of daring tend to be my allies."
You have emoted: Ishra rolls her eyes endearingly at Kalaneya.
You have recovered balance on all limbs.
Rancoura's head tilts as she considers Ydryin's request, a coil of shadow wisping errantly away from her slender form. Pressing a pale palm to her breast, she dips her head slightly to the Hamadryad as she introduces herself in a whisper the echoes from the surrounding shadows. "Rancoura So'hthae, Wyrden Haruspex of the Auguries."
In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "It is a pleasure to meet you and to hear your words and histories."
Afollia's eyes sparkle with amusement.
Simply, Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Xenthos."
Tiny munching sounds drift up from the earth as a small shrubbery is sucked into the ground.
Kalaneya suddenly loses focus in her eyes and shudders, then looks curiously refreshed.
Crenshaw chitters happily, the warbling that ensues easily drowning out the clicking of his mandible until at last, he speaks. "This one, this one is called Cren-shaw. Yes. Wyrden Moth of the Thorn-watch. Is a plea-sure to meet you, Ydry-in. Yes!" the Kepheran states, more than just a little excitedly he adds, "This one...is Ishra's friend! And friend to all Wyrdenfolks! Yes! Yes!"
Wisps of exotically perfumed air tickle your nostrils, billowing away from Kalaneya.
Esri beams broadly at you.
You are dismayed as stalks of wild mignonette turns to dust in your hands.
You smile softly at Crenshaw.
Ydryin remains seated, but offers Kalaneya a soft half-smile and a nod of his head, raising a hand to indicate the flames running hot through the scars in his own hands. He continues to turn his head, and eventually his torso in turn, giving a faint smile to each of you in turn. "Some of you I recognise in feelings of power, I have sensed you clash with my Serenwilde many times in the pockets of scattered time."
Most recent communication for the Traders Affiliation:
1 ) 2019/06/10 14:54:16 - Chef Gioia Shucks: "I've just arrived in Mucklem..."
2 ) 2019/06/10 15:00:49 - Kyalrhin: "Seeking to purchase goop!"
3 ) 2019/06/10 15:30:44 - Rubie Royale: "I've just arrived in the Dramube ..."
4 ) 2019/06/10 16:09:58 - Unitos: "Purchasing about 20 wondercrystals."
5 ) 2019/06/10 17:02:39 - Raphie DiGagio: "I've just arrived in Crumkindiv..."
6 ) 2019/06/10 17:05:59 - Chef Gioia Shucks: "I've just arrived in the Fac..."
7 ) 2019/06/10 17:38:54 - Choros: "Ad 521, selling crucibles."
8 ) 2019/06/10 18:41:51 - Kyalrhin: "Seeking to purchase a bunch of goop."
9 ) 2019/06/10 18:42:09 - Unitos: "Buying 20-ish wondercrystals."
10) 2019/06/10 19:08:46 - Raphie DiGagio: "I've just arrived in the Great ..."
11) 2019/06/10 19:10:23 - Rubie Royale: "I've just arrived in Lyraa Ey Rie..."
12) 2019/06/10 19:26:56 - Kyalrhin: "Seeking to purchase 4000-5000 goop."
13) 2019/06/10 19:52:02 - Kyalrhin: "Buying a lot of goop at a ratio of 50:1."
14) 2019/06/10 20:24:06 - Chef Gioia Shucks: "I've just arrived in Frostic..."
15) 2019/06/10 20:34:41 - Kyalrhin: "Someone out there must want 100 credi..."
16) 2019/06/10 22:06:15 - Rubie Royale: "I've just arrived in the Facility..."
17) 2019/06/10 22:28:52 - Chef Gioia Shucks: "I've just arrived in the Wor..."
18) 2019/06/10 22:38:48 - Jolanthe: "Seeking to borrow gloves of harvesting."
19) 2019/06/11 00:11:17 - Rubie Royale: "I've just arrived in the Bubble o..."
20) 2019/06/11 01:05:32 - Raphie DiGagio: "I've just arrived in Mucklemars..."
Shadows swirl around Kalaneya's arm as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree shifts and turns around her hand.
Across the heavens, the stars and moon challenge night's dark reign, revealing familiar constellations that tell the tales of myth and legend.
You have emoted: Ishra shuffles a little uneasily in her saddle.
You have recovered balance on all limbs.
Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "We have had our... differences with the Serenwilde, aye. We're not fond of the notion of being burned down."
A black direwolf tilts back his head in a low, resonant howl.
Crenshaw strikes an awkward, but intentional pose, "Yes! Grow strong, show strength of the Wyrd! With my bug-bruv, Gurashi! Yes!" he chimes, relaxing the pose. "'s nothing...personal, not really. Is strictly business."
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "Lol I wish Gurashi could see this xD."
Kalaneya smiles wryly as her golden eyes glint with amusement.
A cool note touching her melodic voice, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "Such is their notion of 'purification' from time to time, it would seem."
In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says to Ydryin, "You referring to history and the Timequakes we have been seen as of late?"
Nodding his head in an awkward, pained motion, Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says, "I hold no ill will towards you. Nature is a cycle of life and death, as I am reminded of with every breath, and if a tree is left to grow unabated it may throttle its neighbours or grow unwell itself."
Elisia stands in the back listening intently, her head turning as different people speak.
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "How can I make an emote where he talks at the beginning, or can I?"
(The Shadow Kindred): Kalaneya says, "You can."
Eagerly seizing on the change of subject, you say, "Yes I'm curious about your relationship with time. The way you say, "To have met you," makes me think maybe you don't experience it the same way that we do."
(The Shadow Kindred): Aurik (from the Aetherways) says, "I think it'd be something like 'emote ("Blah blah blah") rambles on unendingly'"
(The Shadow Kindred): Kalaneya says, "Emote ("quote") (system inserts name) [rest of emote]."
Beautiful wings of ice spring up from Xenthos's shoulder blades, expanding wider than any mortal's could, elegant yet cold. Crackling with the motion, they begin to fall apart, dissipating into the air as mist.
Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Then we have little reason to be at odds with you. Our goal is to see Nature thrive, grow... and yes, it does require a certain amount of "tending"."
Crenshaw chortles, it sounds a bit...off. "Heh...he said 'tending', he means -pruning-".
Mildly, Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "It does take many forms."
Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says to you, "I am impossibly old, little. To have become more than the sum of my origin, to have been gifted this new form by Lady Maylea's power has shown me how impossibly young I am as well. To the Elders, I am the babe that you are to my soul tree. If something will be, it will be, but when I meet a new mortal, I can always hope that it will have been good to have met them."
You smile sadly, wistful feelings welling up inside you.
Wisps of exotically perfumed air tickle your nostrils, billowing away from Kalaneya.
Flickering orange light flares in the scars across Ydryin's chest as a hazy, coughing laugh escapes his mouth.
Spinner Afollia, Reader of the Signs says, "That is a wise way to view the world as the wheel of time turns unending."
Esri nods his head emphatically.
In a soft, compassionate tone, you say, "It's like you're living in the past of your future, instead of right now. That's fascinating..."
(Market): Raphie DiGagio says, "I've just arrived in Aquagoria! Will I be able to find some haute couture here, I wonder?"
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Raphie is in Aquagoria!
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You remove 1 bluebutton, bringing the total in the rift to 8.
The hands on a dark pearl pocket watch with a clover charm read about half past eleven o'clock at night.
The phase of the moon is the Waning Gibbous.
In your world, it is 2019/06/11 03:15:36 GMT and 2019/06/10 22:15:36 in your configured timezone.
See HELP GMT for an explanation of GMT.
"Perhaps you've gone over this already," Kalaneya remarks, "But how have you found your new world thus far, Ydryin?"
Crenshaw steps towards Ydryin with a confident gait. "This one is pleased to have met you, too. It hopes you find it per-son-a-ble." he says, extending a three-digit chitinous hand towards him.
(The Shadow Kindred): Afollia says, "....I love our kephera - so - much."
Ydryin gingerly holds up a crescent moon and rose cupcake, "Terrifyingly different, little Kalaneya. Would anyone care for this? It seems a shame to waste such a labour to my flames."
(The Shadow Kindred): Afollia says, "Each of them has a delightfully unique personality."
Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 23rd of Vestian, 533 years after the Coming of Estarra.
There are 10 days until the New Moon
(The Shadow Kindred): Esri says, "Yes indeed!"
Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says to Crenshaw, "Know that I do not shake your hand because I do not wish to harm you, little one, or see you catch ablaze."
Kalaneya murmurs to Crenshaw, "Careful of the fire, mate." She coughs softly, inhaling bare wisps of smoke drift off of Ydryin's charred form.
The pleasant smell of woodsmoke fills the clearing with renewed intensity as Ydryin's fire burn a little brighter in amusement and approval.
Rancoura purses her lips, deep in thought.
Crenshaw considers the notion, withdrawing his hand. "Yes, fire. It...is bad, yes. Let's not burn the moth, no." he says, with a nervous chuckle.
Wisps of exotically perfumed air tickle your nostrils, billowing away from Kalaneya.
Awkwardly, looking at the group around her, you say, "Uhm... did anyone not get a cupcake?"
A black direwolf tilts back his head in a low, resonant howl.
In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "I think Coraline was on a mission to share Cake with all!"
Kalaneya turns her gaze back to Ydryin with another wry smile crossing her face. "Terrifying is good every once in awhile, especially in that sense. The terror of Discovery."
Kalaneya suddenly twitches, the air about her crackling as blue sparks zip across her skin before sputtering out.
A wry smile crosses the clean half of Ydryin's face as he gently lobs the cupcake through the air, allowing it to drop to the ground, "Do not hesitate if you wish it, little ones."
A crescent moon and rose cup cake descends, resting on a golden disc of pure light.
(The Shadow Kindred): Aurik (from the Aetherways) says, "So, I just pinged Deichtine to ask if they're alright, since, well, logs are about to tick over in the next couple of days, and we'll lose info on credit rewards and the like that need giving out."
(The Shadow Kindred): You say, "Lol now I'm imagining Cren slowly approaching Ydr, eyes wide, like "Ooooooh briiiiight"."
(The Shadow Kindred): Xenthos says, "Logs last 30 days now."
Crenshaw takes a nibble of his cupcake. One antennae twitches once, twice, and before thrice, the insectoid shoved the cupcake against his mandible. It is some mess, made as he steps back to stand near Xenthos.
(The Shadow Kindred): Aurik (from the Aetherways) says, "Oh, really?"
You peer about yourself unscrupulously.
Lifting his head, a fluffy grey llama with long eyelashes belts out a loud 'MWAAA' before eyeing the surroundings carefully.
(The Shadow Kindred): Aurik (from the Aetherways) says, "Huh, so they do."
I see no "cupcake" to take.
In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to Ydryin, "If it has been heretofore discussed, I would request pardon, but I am curious -- know you Whom Awakened you, of the Elders?"
(The Shadow Kindred): Aurik (from the Aetherways) says, "Still, worth checking in I figure."
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "That is -literally- what happened in my mind, too, Ishra :D."
(The Shadow Kindred): Esri says, "I tried messeging her just to say hi and I missed her with no resposne."
In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "Please excuse me."
Esri searches the air in front of him, then tugs upon an invisible strand of force.
==== Esri is teleporting away soon ====
Light and shadow ripple as a prismatic dream phoenix glides ether with a proud sweep of his gossamer wings of ethereal light, trailing fluttering motes of dreams.
(The Shadow Kindred): Aurik (from the Aetherways) says, "Yeah, I dunno if there'll be a response, but I figure a ping doesn't hurt. And if things go long enough without any responsiveness, then, well."
Many small, glowing red eyes peer out at you from beneath the trees, only to vanish moments later.
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Commune Member  Class           Rank                      Position            CT  OffP
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Ishra           Shadowdancer    Shadow Warden             Librarian           On    No
Crenshaw        Nekotai         Dark Woodsman                                 On    No
Xenthos         Ebonguard       Guardian of the Dark Fore Shadow Court        On    No
Afollia         Blacktalon      Shadow Warden             Commune Aide        On    No
Kalaneya        Nekotai         Shadow Warden             Minister of Cult    On    No
Rancoura        Shadowdancer    Guardian of the Dark Fore Shadow Court        On    No
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Currently, there are 6 Commune Members on visible Planes and 4 on other Planes.
+ Proselyte Ishra Ysav'rai, Lus'ynda of the Entwined ---------------------+
| Rest      : fully rested                 Lessons        : 13            |
| Hunger    : weak from hunger             Lesson Pools   : 0             |
| Sobriety  : sober and in control         Credits        : 12            |
| Tolerance : intolerant                   Bound Credits  : 82            |
| Sanity    : completely sane              Dingbats       : 0             |
| Warmth    : a bit underdressed           Sticky Dingbats: 0             |
| Prestige  : like royalty                 Reincarnations : one           |
| Rooting   : moderate                     Timeout        : 30 min        |
| Aethergoop: 143                                                         |
| Bound Aethergoop: 70                                                    |
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| Played    : 49 days, 4 hours, and 24 minutes   Vote Wgt : 10            |
| This Week : 0 days, 14 hours, and 42 minutes   Mindset  : Cautious      |
| Family    : Ysav'rai                           Campaign : Crusades      |
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| Looktext  : You is here, pondering thoughtfully. She wields an athame   |
|             dagger in her right hand.                                   |
| Shout     : An overpoweringly strong female voice shouts, "Blah."       |
| Motto     : Authors create Art. Editors create Culture.                 |
+-------------------------------------------------------------- ENEMIED TO+
| Icewynd                 Kyrian                  Morgfyre                |
| Kephera                 Magnagora               ScorpionSpirit          |
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Turning his torso to allow easier conversation, Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says to Rancoura, "I am unsure of how you mean, little one. If you mean in recent history, Lady Maylea is responsible for my re-awakening to the Basin of Life after a Lyraan storm nearly cleaved my soul tree in half."
A black direwolf tilts back his head in a low, resonant howl.
An armoured bat flutters just overhead.
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Commune Member  Class           Rank                Position         CT  OffP
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Ishra           Shadowdancer    Shadow Warden       Librarian        On    No
Crenshaw        Nekotai         Dark Woodsman                        On    No
Xenthos         Ebonguard       Guardian of the Dar Shadow Court     On    No
Afollia         Blacktalon      Shadow Warden       Commune Aide     On    No
Kalaneya        Nekotai         Shadow Warden       Minister of C    On    No
Rancoura        Shadowdancer    Guardian of the Dar Shadow Court     On    No
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Currently, there are 6 Commune Members on visible Planes and 4 on other Planes.
History for Glomdoring:
1) 2019/06/11 00:39:40 - Xenthos: We are in a timequake at present-- ...
2) 2019/06/11 00:39:58 - Xenthos: Are there any nekotai who need some...
3) 2019/06/11 00:44:18 - Kelhrae: Hail, Glomdoring.
4) 2019/06/11 00:44:32 - Xenthos: Greetings. We are in a timequake.
5) 2019/06/11 00:44:35 - Esri: Dark Greetings.
6) 2019/06/11 02:25:17 - Gurashi: Walk in all of the shadows, Glomdor...
7) 2019/06/11 02:25:31 - Afollia: May the Mistress of the Webs watch ...
8) 2019/06/11 02:42:03 - Rancoura: Well done indeed, Proselyte Ishra,...
9) 2019/06/11 02:42:22 - Esri: Well done Sister.
10) 2019/06/11 02:42:31 - Alarin: Woosah! Congrats on win, miss Ishra!
11) 2019/06/11 02:42:44 - Afollia: Congratulations.
12) 2019/06/11 02:45:53 - Ishra: Thank you all very much. I didn't wi...
13) 2019/06/11 02:46:06 - Xenthos: Glory be to the Glomdoring.
14) 2019/06/11 02:46:08 - Afollia: Glory be to Glomdoring.
15) 2019/06/11 02:46:13 - Rancoura: Glory be to the Glomdoring.
16) 2019/06/11 02:46:17 - Esri: Glory be to Glomdoring!
17) 2019/06/11 02:46:19 - Steingrim: Glomdoring be to Glomdoring.
18) 2019/06/11 02:46:24 - Alarin: Yessah! Glomdoring da best!
19) 2019/06/11 02:46:26 - Csethiro: Glory Be to Glomdoring!
20) 2019/06/11 02:47:36 - Crenshaw: OH! Sorry! Glory be to Glom-do-ring!
History for Glomdoring:
1) 2019/06/11 00:39:40 - Xenthos: We are in a timequake at present-- it is a good time to join us.
2) 2019/06/11 00:39:58 - Xenthos: Are there any nekotai who need some heads? I have a few extras.
3) 2019/06/11 00:44:18 - Kelhrae: Hail, Glomdoring.
4) 2019/06/11 00:44:32 - Xenthos: Greetings. We are in a timequake.
5) 2019/06/11 00:44:35 - Esri: Dark Greetings.
6) 2019/06/11 02:25:17 - Gurashi: Walk in all of the shadows, Glomdoring. Good luck... with... small rodent hunt?
7) 2019/06/11 02:25:31 - Afollia: May the Mistress of the Webs watch over you Gurashi.
8) 2019/06/11 02:42:03 - Rancoura: Well done indeed, Proselyte Ishra, and to all participants of the Wyrd.
9) 2019/06/11 02:42:22 - Esri: Well done Sister.
10) 2019/06/11 02:42:31 - Alarin: Woosah! Congrats on win, miss Ishra!
11) 2019/06/11 02:42:44 - Afollia: Congratulations.
12) 2019/06/11 02:45:53 - Ishra: Thank you all very much. I didn't win this, we did. Without the help Gurashi, Kalaneya, Xenthos, and perhaps most of all Kyalrhin for showing me new places not many knew about, I would not have won. You all deserve a round of applause. Nothing matters but Glomdoring.
13) 2019/06/11 02:46:06 - Xenthos: Glory be to the Glomdoring.
14) 2019/06/11 02:46:08 - Afollia: Glory be to Glomdoring.
15) 2019/06/11 02:46:13 - Rancoura: Glory be to the Glomdoring.
16) 2019/06/11 02:46:17 - Esri: Glory be to Glomdoring!
17) 2019/06/11 02:46:19 - Steingrim: Glomdoring be to Glomdoring.
18) 2019/06/11 02:46:24 - Alarin: Yessah! Glomdoring da best!
19) 2019/06/11 02:46:26 - Csethiro: Glory Be to Glomdoring!
20) 2019/06/11 02:47:36 - Crenshaw: OH! Sorry! Glory be to Glom-do-ring!
Afollia jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Esri pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Afollia.
==== Esri is teleporting to Afollia ====
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "It seems the commune is bustling, but I never see some people that are in positions. Am I just missing their logging in?"
Winking motes of prismatic dreams drift in from the ether, heralding the arrival of a blithe dream phoenix with gossamer wings of ethereal light.
==== something entered from ether,  ====
Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Esri hopefully.
==== Something entered the room from ether, ====
In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "Greetings!"
Kalaneya asks, "And while we're at it, what's a 'hamadryad'? And ah...'soul tree'? You've talked about that quite a lot, I mean, what's it look like..." She trails off in a series of mumbled queries, rushed out faster than her mouth can process her thoughts.
With a flourish of his arm, Esri bows deeply.
Esri pets Ilistala, an enormous leopard ingratiatingly.
A loud rumbling emanates from Ilistala as she rubs against Esri.
You nod your head at Kalaneya.
(The Shadow Kindred): Afollia says, "Lyria, Eliron, Deichtine appear occasionally."
(The Shadow Kindred): Xenthos says, "What do you mean? Right now I see a 2 Shadow Court people, 4 Ministers, and an aide on prime."
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Commune Member  Class           Rank                        Position              CT  OffP
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Ishra           Shadowdancer    Shadow Warden               Librarian             On    No
Esri            Blacktalon      Shadow Warden                                     On    No
Crenshaw        Nekotai         Dark Woodsman                                     On    No
Xenthos         Ebonguard       Guardian of the Dark Forest Shadow Court          On    No
Afollia         Blacktalon      Shadow Warden               Commune Aide          On    No
Kalaneya        Nekotai         Shadow Warden               Minister of Cultur    On    No
Rancoura        Shadowdancer    Guardian of the Dark Forest Shadow Court          On    No
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Currently, there are 7 Commune Members on visible Planes and 3 on other Planes.
Rancoura brushes the tip of her thumb across her bottom lip in thought, the dark fires in her gaze nigh mimicking the smouldering beneath Ydryin's flesh. "You are a spirit, aye? Fae, perhaps? I am under the impression that all fae were Awakened by an Elder God or Goddess, and am curious as to your own," she whispers.
(The Shadow Kindred): Aurik (from the Aetherways) says, "Eliron has health problems right now, Lyria has a weird schedule I think? I've seen her talk semi-actively on Discord but I don't remember the last time I saw her log in."
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "I mean like Deichtine, Eliron, and Allixea."
(The Shadow Kindred): Aurik (from the Aetherways) says, "Deichtine, well, that one's a little complicated."
With a slight raise of the eyebrows, you perk up your ears and turn your attention towards Rancoura.
(The Shadow Kindred): Aurik (from the Aetherways) says, "Allixea showed up just the other day, I think?"
(The Shadow Kindred): Xenthos says, "Allixea's on every day, just different timing than you."
(The Shadow Kindred): Afollia says, "Yup, I see her too."
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "Makes sense!"
(The Shadow Kindred): You say, "Yeah Alli's on all the time."
(The Shadow Kindred): Afollia says, "And Crek is pretty amazing at hiding in the darkness."
(The Shadow Kindred): Esri says, "Beastly Alli!"
(The Shadow Kindred): Xenthos says, "Veyils has been a bit scarce."
(The Shadow Kindred): Xenthos says, "Veyils being Deichtine."
History for Glomdoring:
1) 2019/06/11 00:39:40 - Xenthos: We are in a timequake at present-- ...
2) 2019/06/11 00:39:58 - Xenthos: Are there any nekotai who need some...
3) 2019/06/11 00:44:18 - Kelhrae: Hail, Glomdoring.
4) 2019/06/11 00:44:32 - Xenthos: Greetings. We are in a timequake.
5) 2019/06/11 00:44:35 - Esri: Dark Greetings.
6) 2019/06/11 02:25:17 - Gurashi: Walk in all of the shadows, Glomdor...
7) 2019/06/11 02:25:31 - Afollia: May the Mistress of the Webs watch ...
8) 2019/06/11 02:42:03 - Rancoura: Well done indeed, Proselyte Ishra,...
9) 2019/06/11 02:42:22 - Esri: Well done Sister.
10) 2019/06/11 02:42:31 - Alarin: Woosah! Congrats on win, miss Ishra!
11) 2019/06/11 02:42:44 - Afollia: Congratulations.
12) 2019/06/11 02:45:53 - Ishra: Thank you all very much. I didn't wi...
13) 2019/06/11 02:46:06 - Xenthos: Glory be to the Glomdoring.
14) 2019/06/11 02:46:08 - Afollia: Glory be to Glomdoring.
15) 2019/06/11 02:46:13 - Rancoura: Glory be to the Glomdoring.
16) 2019/06/11 02:46:17 - Esri: Glory be to Glomdoring!
17) 2019/06/11 02:46:19 - Steingrim: Glomdoring be to Glomdoring.
18) 2019/06/11 02:46:24 - Alarin: Yessah! Glomdoring da best!
19) 2019/06/11 02:46:26 - Csethiro: Glory Be to Glomdoring!
20) 2019/06/11 02:47:36 - Crenshaw: OH! Sorry! Glory be to Glom-do-ring!
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "I recall the first name there."
Esri tilts his head and listens intently.
(The Shadow Kindred): Aurik (from the Aetherways) says, "Yeah. IIRC she's more on Starmourn these days? Or I heard that somewhere, anyway, might have dreamt it."
The hands on a dark pearl pocket watch with a clover charm read about half past three o'clock in the morning.
The phase of the moon is the Waning Gibbous.
In your world, it is 2019/06/11 03:26:39 GMT and 2019/06/10 22:26:39 in your configured timezone.
See HELP GMT for an explanation of GMT.
The screeching of a crow echoes through the dark woods, sounding almost like harsh laughter.
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "I didn't like Starmourn. Meh."
(The Shadow Kindred): Aurik (from the Aetherways) says, "I gave it a try, wasn't really impressed."
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "^."
(The Shadow Kindred): Xenthos says, "I did not even try it."
Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says to Kalaneya, "That is little more than a difference in names, little Kalaneya. I am a hamadryad, which only means that I am a brother to my sister dryads...or was, before I became as I am now. The soul tree is the tree to which my spirit was bonded to, in my case an ancient wisteria. I am afraid that when I became as I am, my spirit and my soul tree became as one, and it no longer exists."
Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says to Rancoura, "Such an answer ties in with your own, little Rancoura."
(The Shadow Kindred): Aurik (from the Aetherways) says, "The cover system seemed a bit clunky, I liked the agender option and wish the other IREs would grab that, the ship travel seems to just be Aetherships reskinned and simplified a lot..."
(Market): Rubie Royale says, "I've just arrived in the Cankermore Battlegrounds! Will I be able to find some fine jewellery here, I wonder?"
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "^ all of that."
(The Shadow Kindred): Aurik (from the Aetherways) says, "Granted, I tried it pretty early in the beta, so, one of my big problems (a lack of obvious content and a lack of clear 'what to do now') might've been fixed by now."
(The Shadow Kindred): Esri says, "I have never heard anyone call rancoura little ..."
The horizon glows with burnished shades of orange and red, heralding the imminent arrival of Father Sun upon the rim of the world.
Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says, "You see, when our spirits return to slumber within our soul tree we can go dormant for any number of days, years...or in my case, millenia. Slumbering so long, it takes some time for all but the most integral of your memories to return to you. As my soul tree ceased to exist so soon after my consciousness stirred, there is much the ancient times that I cannot recall, even cherished memories like the blooming cycles and colours of my sisters."
Shadows swirl around Xenthos's arm as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree shifts and turns around his hand.
Shadows swirl around your arm as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree digs itself more painfully into your finger.
A loud crack can be heard in Ydryin's face, blackened bark and ash falling to litter the ground as he frowns deeply.
Afollia ponders the situation.
In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "Please excuse me again."
With a flourish of his arm, Esri bows deeply.
Esri searches the air in front of him, then tugs upon an invisible strand of force.
==== Esri is teleporting away soon ====
An illithoid scourge says, "For the Glomdoring, Esri."
Light and shadow ripple as a prismatic dream phoenix glides ether with a proud sweep of his gossamer wings of ethereal light, trailing fluttering motes of dreams.
"That...saddens this one." Crenshaw intones, a quiet warble chasing his quiet words. "This one is sad for you, yes."
Spinner Afollia, Reader of the Signs says, "Though your memories may not all by present Ydryin, would you happen to remember if the bonding to your soul tree was a choice or part of your birth? The notion intrigues me."
The sharp sound of a twig snapping echoes behind you.
Flakes of ash and splinters of bark fall to litter the ground as Ydryin shakes his head with loud and painful sounding cracks.
Rancoura raises a slender brow, the response evidently not one she had expected, but the Haruspex falls into a contemplative silence all the same, continuing to examine Ydryin as her eyes shift between their cool, jewelled tones.
Afollia jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Esri pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Afollia.
==== Esri is teleporting to Afollia ====
Winking motes of prismatic dreams drift in from the ether, heralding the arrival of a blithe dream phoenix with gossamer wings of ethereal light.
==== something entered from ether,  ====
A dark nighthag turns her gaze to Esri momentarily.
A shadowlord widowrider nods his head at Esri.
Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Esri hopefully.
==== Something entered the room from ether, ====
In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "Greetings everyone."
With a flourish of his arm, Esri bows deeply.
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "Damnit Rancoura makin' me wanna wall of text emote and crap."
Esri pets Ilistala, an enormous leopard ingratiatingly.
A loud rumbling emanates from Ilistala as she rubs against Esri.
The sound of drums rings violently in the air before falling back to a hushed rhythm.
Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says, "I wish I had more satisfying answers for you, little ones, but I would not intend to deceive you."
Kalaneya taps her chin thoughtfully, nodding as Ydryin's smoke-crackled voice carries through the grove. "Thank you kindly for humouring my questions, Ydryin." She pauses before continuing, though a bit awkwardly given the chorus of voices that sounds with hers. "We do not agree though, with the kephera. I am glad you have the opportunity to rise anew, and hope that you make new memories, new sisters and brothers with which to fill your existence."
Spinner Afollia, Reader of the Signs says, "The best words are always those that you know. Thank you for sharing."
(The Shadow Kindred): Xenthos says, "I'm glad you won and we got this little RP thing."
(The Shadow Kindred): Xenthos says, "Woo."
Esri nods his head emphatically.
The sound of wings flapping heralds a screeching murder of crows flying overhead.
(The Shadow Kindred): Afollia says, "Oh totally."
(The Shadow Kindred): Afollia says, "I do love this."
Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says, "Please, thank Ishra. It is her skill and generosity that allows this conversation to be. Soon, I will return to the Wilde, as my form is not yet...stable enough to exist overly long outside of its borders."
You step down off of a silver-haired war goat with a pair of blunt stumps for horns.
==== Dismounted ====
Walking forward at a reverent pace and loosening the knot on her scarf, you say to Ydryin, "Before you go... A long, long time ago there were other Dark Spirits, or at least, they would become such. They lived in the Serenwilde and tried to spread the glory of the Wyrd. For this, they were martyred."
You remove a knotted noose scarf.
You must wait a short while to use a say-like command again.
Esri bows respectfully to Ydryin.
Quietly, you say, "I made this in remembrance of them, so all would know their sacrifice. I don't know if you wear scarves but... if you'll take it, I'd like you to have it. As a symbol of an old connection we have and something to remember us by other than the ongoing Time Wars."
In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "Thank you for sharing!"
A shadowlord widowrider moves his giant black widow to allow Kalaneya to leave.
A shadowlord widowrider says, "Farewell, child of the dark forest."
A fluffy grey llama leaves to the down while gazing around protectively.
==== llama leaves the room to the down ====
A black direwolf tilts back his head in a low, resonant howl.
The wind whistles eerily through the branches overhead.
Looking ready to take on the world, a fluffy grey llama enters from the down.
==== Something enters from the down. ====
Brennan Stormcrow cocks his head to one side, looking Kalaneya over with an appraising stare.
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Mighty Crow has his eye upon you, Dark Savant!"
A shadowlord widowrider nods his head at Kalaneya.
Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Kalaneya hopefully.
Ydryin considers your words quietly for several long moments, finally giving another pained nod. "I will see if Lady Maylea can assist me in tying it around one of my legs, so it does not catch aflame."
You smile softly at Ydryin.
You give a knotted noose scarf to Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad.
Quietly, you say, "I'm honored."
The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Rancoura's lips as she glances at you.
You wink conspiratorially at Rancoura.
"This one doesn't recall much of its' life, before the Fates...not even its' own name. Cren-shaw is what the Fates told it was its' name..." Crenshaw murmurs to Ydryin, nodding his noggin. "This one understands, it must be painful. But, then...such is the nature of the beast, yes? One hurts, it learns, and progresses in its life! Yes!" affirms, buzzing a bit happily in comparison to before, "Before, this one had nothing. No one. Now, this one has a big family, and friend that it would lay its' life on the line for. So...make the best of it, yes!" he adds, crossing his arms loosely at the elbow joints. His wings extend and then return to their usually fixed position, acting as a cloak on his back.
A knotted noose scarf floats above Ydryin's hand in a soft bubble of glowing, Divine energy before vanishing with a satisfyingly audible, 'POP!'
(Auguries): Afollia says, "That is a beautiful gesture Ishra."
A loud crack sounds as Ydryin's mouth turns up in a pained smile, the blackened half of his face shedding dark bark and a small flurry of ash.
The sound of wings flapping heralds a screeching murder of crows flying overhead.
A black direwolf tilts back his head in a low, resonant howl.
Sunlight billows across the realm, revealing the full glory of the majestic sun's luminous presence as he climbs higher into the sky.
Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says, "With focus, I can maintain my form for a day or so outside of the Wilde. Should you ever win another of my games, I will be glad to visit with you again, but I fear I have little more than five minutes or so before it would become too painful to remain. Have you any final questions, or things you would wish me to know?"
Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "And even if it does catch fire, your memory of meeting us won't fade so quickly."
Kalaneya winks conspiratorially at Ydryin.
You flash Kalaneya a joyous smile.
Ydryin's good eye glints with amusement as he blinks at Kalaneya in return.
Lifting his head, a fluffy grey llama with long eyelashes belts out a loud 'MWAAA' before eyeing the surroundings carefully.
A black direwolf tilts back his head in a low, resonant howl.
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, "It's a llama...someone put a hat on it."
Esri's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
(The Shadow Kindred): Kalaneya says, "I was going to get a custom beast before they came out with llamas."
Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says to Crenshaw, "You are a wise, eager little one. I trust you will grow well within this fertile land."
Quietly, you say, "Just that I, we, are grateful for your generous company. And should it be in any way conceivably possible, we would love to search our forest for signs of your sisters."
Crenshaw chitters to himself with speedy movement of his mandibles.
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Untargeted:
   1st Person: You let loose a long breath from your lungs, exhaling slowly.
   3rd Person: Ishra exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from her lungs.
Targetted:
   1st Person: Looking towards Iosai, you exhale a long and pensive breath.
   2nd Person: Looking towards you, Ishra exhales a long and pensive breath.
   3rd Person: Looking towards Iosai, Ishra exhales a long and pensive breath.
Laden with strange warbles, Initiate to the Tah'vrai, Crenshaw says, "This one would love to help find his sisters, yes!"
In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers to Ydryin, "I am certain that others aside from myself would be interested in learning further of your origins, before your binding to your soul tree as well, should you discover them."
Laden with strange warbles, Initiate to the Tah'vrai, Crenshaw says, "Everyone deserves a family, yes!"
You nod your head sagely at Rancoura.
Spinner Afollia, Reader of the Signs says, "Very much so lady Haruspex."
Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says, "My beloved sister of the magnolias was lost to the scar. But should you find an ancient orchid, or an ancient peach, tree within the Gloriana...then perhaps on my next visit I might visit them."
Flickering orange light flares in the scars across Ydryin's chest as a hazy, coughing laugh escapes his mouth.
Your karma falls to keep up the karmic blessing of knowledge.
You smile softly.
Xenthos purses his lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as he carefully gathers his thoughts.
In quiet correction, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "Within the Glomdoring."
Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says, "Perhaps that is a question best reserved for the Elders, who might remember better who Awakened my kind."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement at Rancoura.
Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says, "Ah yes. The was-Gloriana, now-Glomdoring."
Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "True."
Kalaneya chuckles softly with a throaty growl.
The wind whistles eerily through the branches overhead.
Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says, "I promise, it will not take a millenia for me to remember how you have changed."
A loud crack sounds as Ydryin's mouth turns up in a pained smile, the blackened half of his face shedding dark bark and a small flurry of ash.
You grin mischievously at Ydryin.
Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "One last thing."
Rancoura nods slightly to Ydryin in acknowledgement, clasping her hands once more.
Spinner Afollia, Reader of the Signs says, "We will be simply have to help Ishra win more games to provide the chance to learn more of our beautiful forest."
Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "If we do find something that may resemble one of your sisters -- how might we contact you to let you know?"
Ydryin's flames begin to grow wild and lick at the scars of his bark, and he winces in pain before focusing and turning his attention to Kalaneya. "It will be the last thing for now, I fear."
You've earned 5 of 20 daily credits.
Here is what you've done today:
     Participated in a timequake. - 5 credits
Here's where you stand today.
     Hunting:                           20 points
Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says, "Reach out to little Ani, of the Serenwilde. Do so in good faith, acknowledging it is done to aid me in the search for my sisters, and I can promise she will relay it."
A silver-haired war goat with a pair of blunt stumps for horns bleats despondently.
"Very well then, Kalaneya states. She then places a hand over her heart and bows deeply to Ydryin. "All the best."
Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "Until next time."
With a flourish of his arm, Esri bows deeply.
In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "Until we meet agian."
Smoke rises along with Ydryin as he carefully stands, his hooves burning dark furrows into the ground.
With a flourish of his arm, Esri bows deeply.
You have emoted: Ishra curtseys deeply before Ydryin before stepping back beside her goat and petting her.
You have recovered balance on all limbs.
His voice smoky and pained, Ydryin, the Scorched Hamadryad says, "I believe it was good to have met you, little ones. Merry parting, until our next merry meeting."
Your stomach grumbles as you are hit with a craving for a nibble and a nosh.
The sun reaches the zenith of the firmament, pausing in his quest to allow the land to bask in his shining golden rays.
Verrak, riding a young female wyvern, arrives from the north.
A young female wyvern glides in from the north on her wings.
==== something entered from north  ====
A dark nighthag nods her head at Verrak.
A shadowlord widowrider nods his head at Verrak.
An illithoid scourge nods his head at Verrak.
==== wyvern, entered the room from north. ====
==== Something entered the room from north ====
Ydryin's form glows and becomes ethereal, fading away into hundreds of burning blossoms like a cloud of dandelion puffs that spread into the wind around the glade, the temperature returning to normal as his attention is called elsewhere.
You let loose a long breath from your lungs, exhaling slowly.
Verrak gives the world a smart salute.
You easily vault onto the back of a silver-haired war goat with a pair of blunt stumps for horns.
You have recovered balance on all limbs.
Spinner Afollia, Reader of the Signs says, "That was quite the prize and a small treasure of new knowledge."
Verrak rubs a simple gold ring and it begins to glow with a pulsating light.
A ray of purple light suddenly spotlights him.
Verrak rubs a simple gold ring and it begins to glow with a pulsating light.
A ray of green light suddenly spotlights him.
Verrak rubs a simple gold ring and it begins to glow with a pulsating light.
A ray of pink light suddenly spotlights him.
Verrak rubs a simple gold ring and it begins to glow with a pulsating light.
A ray of golden light suddenly spotlights him.
Verrak rubs a simple gold ring and it begins to glow with a pulsating light.
Strangely enough, Verrak squats down as though miming that he is pulling a pair of pants down around his feet. He stands up with a look of satisfaction.
A black direwolf tilts back his head in a low, resonant howl.
Verrak rubs a clover-etched sapphire ring and it begins to glow with a pulsating light.
Verrak narrows his eyes and searches the ground with a burning intensity.
Verrak holds a clover-etched ruby flute to his lips and blows a light, twinkling ditty. As the notes fade, he looks around with avarice glinting in his eyes.
Verrak rubs a simple gold ring and it begins to glow with a pulsating light.
He begins to rise on a cushion of air.
In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "Yes indeed, Thank you sister yo share it with us!"
You have emoted: Ishra nods quietly, staring at the back of Elsie's head.
You have recovered balance on all limbs.
Esri bows respectfully to you.
The sound of wings flapping heralds a screeching murder of crows flying overhead.
Crenshaw ponders the situation.
Kalaneya dabs at the beads of sweat on her brow. "Not a moment too soon," she mumbles, a bit cheekily. A touch of amusement on her lips, she says, "Was about to melt. Someone put this fire out."
You raise your hands and clouds form and darken overhead, releasing a heavy rain that drenches the area.
A sprite bound in shadows flies up and places a hand on your head, channeling mana to you.
Afollia's eyes sparkle with amusement.
You have recovered equilibrium.
Kalaneya chuckles softly with a throaty growl.
Kalaneya places a hand over her heart, then bows to you in gratitude.
Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says to you, "We owe this to you, Ishra. Congratulations again."
The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across your lips as you glance at Kalaneya.
You shake your head.
Afollia curtseys gracefully before you.
Quietly, you say, "Congratulations to Glomdoring."
Esri flashes you a joyous smile.
Crenshaw walks over to Kalaneya, patting her head and back, "Fire, fire!" the Kepheran muses.
Spinner Afollia, Reader of the Signs says, "It is a pleasure to live in these times, with the forest flourishing and little moments to share with everyone like this."
Verrak looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
You nod your head at Afollia, showing your acceptance.
Before the Master Ravenwood Tree.
Brennan Stormcrow paces here, his cadaverous body twitching with sudden jerks. The Master Ravenwood Tree towers over everything here, pulsing with an immeasurable yet dark power. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. There are 6 black direwolves here. There are 2 armoured bats here. There are 15 dark nighthags here. There are 17 shadowlord widowriders here. A solstice stocking has been hung here. A crudely crafted shrine of harsh black crystal stands here, thrumming powerfully. Splintered from the Master Ravenwood, a massive branch lies here, spiders crawling along its rotting wood. A giant bat hangs here, wings folded about its body and one beady eye open. There are 12 illithoid scourges here. Glowing gently with a soft blue light, a delicate dreamcatcher has been permanently hung here. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a spider around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a beetle around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a bat around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a wasp around its skull. A mature blackthorn tree stands proudly here. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. There are 9 large platters of bacon wrapped steaks here. A ceremonial fire crackles here, sending orange sparks swirling upwards. Gnawing on the leather bit of her reins, a silver-haired, spirited war goat with a pair of blunt stumps for horns waits here. A giant hairy brown spider with midnight black wings scuttles about here, dripping venom from her mandibles. A dainty cup cake decorated with a silver crescent moon and dark red rose rests on the ground here. Trailing fluttering motes of dreams, the evanescent form of a blithe dream phoenix lingers here, gossamer wings of ethereal light cascading behind him. With a temperate mien, a fluffy grey llama with long eyelashes stands guard here. A young female wyvern flaps her wings about her. A baleful crow perches here, crimson eyes piercing in their glare. Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia with a Wakabi face is here, shrouded. She wields spectral psiblade claws in each hand. Initiate to the Tah'vrai, Crenshaw is here. He wields a little nekai in each hand. Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel stands here, an unnatural silence clinging to her like a shroud. She wields the graceful black-crystal athame of the Silent Umbra in her left hand. Verrak is here, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He wields a savage claw-like nekai in each hand. An earth elemental towers here, a behemoth of tainted rock and stone. Spinner Afollia, Reader of the Signs is here, shrouded. She wields a mystic cudgel in her right hand.
You see a single exit leading north.
Esri nods his head at Afollia.
You are wielding an athame dagger in your right hand.
You are holding:
4 glistening wyrden rose vials, a Cornucopia of Wonder, an energy cube, a Wyrden pipe of ravenwood, 20 death watch beetles origami, a primaeval shadowglass snowglobe of dark fauna, a mechanical fountain pen, an iridescent clockwork dragonfly, 9 wyrden origami cranes, a brazier of wonder, a magic tome, a crescent moon and rose cup cake, a blue button.
You are wearing:
a twisting onyx bracelet inlaid with silver knotwork, a branch-like onyx bracelet with opal blackthorn petals, a serpent-scaled jacket of emerald-green, a purple skirt with spider web accents, lavender charmeuse panties freckled with saffron paisley, changeant silk stockings of lavender and gold, Silver Stirrups of the Steed, a dark pearl pocket watch with a clover charm, elbow-length gloves of lavender satin, a thick cloak of forestal hues, Spurs of the Traveller, an elegant faeling thumb ring adorned with onyx, a miniature snowglobe ring, a beetle ring of clever ingenuity, 6 simple gold rings, black calf-length boots, a star-etched opal ring, a pointed hat etched with runes, a weathered pair of travelling boots, a wyrden lyrebird backpack, a silver torc, the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree, the True Crown of D'Varsha.
You have 63 types of item in the rift and 24 types of fluid in the liquid rift.
You possess 72 items and are carrying no gold.
You store 1 bluebutton in the rift, bringing the total to 9.
You begin concentrating on efficient digestion.
You consume a crescent moon and rose cup cake leisurely, enjoying every bite.
Taking a large bite of this petite cup cake, you are surprised to find the entire body of the cake has been infused with kafe. The kafe-infused cake helps perk you up slightly, helping you to finish the small cake quickly. The red and silver frosting on top of the cake runs together as you eat, leaving the top a blurred mess. As you finish, you sigh slightly, missing the taste of the warm kafe.
You have recovered equilibrium.
+ Proselyte Ishra Ysav'rai, Lus'ynda of the Entwined ---------------------+
| Rest      : fully rested                 Lessons        : 13            |
| Hunger    : not hungry                   Lesson Pools   : 0             |
| Sobriety  : sober and in control         Credits        : 12            |
| Tolerance : intolerant                   Bound Credits  : 82            |
| Sanity    : completely sane              Dingbats       : 0             |
| Warmth    : a bit underdressed           Sticky Dingbats: 0             |
| Prestige  : like royalty                 Reincarnations : one           |
| Rooting   : moderate                     Timeout        : 30 min        |
| Aethergoop: 143                                                         |
| Bound Aethergoop: 70                                                    |
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| Played    : 49 days, 4 hours, and 53 minutes   Vote Wgt : 10            |
| This Week : 0 days, 15 hours, and 11 minutes   Mindset  : Cautious      |
| Family    : Ysav'rai                           Campaign : Crusades      |
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| Looktext  : You is here, smiling faintly at Kalaneya. She wields an     |
|             athame dagger in her right hand.                            |
| Shout     : An overpoweringly strong female voice shouts, "Blah."       |
| Motto     : Authors create Art. Editors create Culture.                 |
+-------------------------------------------------------------- ENEMIED TO+
| Icewynd                 Kyrian                  Morgfyre                |
| Kephera                 Magnagora               ScorpionSpirit          |
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Kalaneya grins mischievously at Crenshaw.
You are wielding an athame dagger in your right hand.
You are holding:
4 glistening wyrden rose vials, a Cornucopia of Wonder, an energy cube, a Wyrden pipe of ravenwood, 20 death watch beetles origami, a primaeval shadowglass snowglobe of dark fauna, a mechanical fountain pen, an iridescent clockwork dragonfly, 9 wyrden origami cranes, a brazier of wonder, a magic tome.
You are wearing:
a twisting onyx bracelet inlaid with silver knotwork, a branch-like onyx bracelet with opal blackthorn petals, a serpent-scaled jacket of emerald-green, a purple skirt with spider web accents, lavender charmeuse panties freckled with saffron paisley, changeant silk stockings of lavender and gold, Silver Stirrups of the Steed, a dark pearl pocket watch with a clover charm, elbow-length gloves of lavender satin, a thick cloak of forestal hues, Spurs of the Traveller, an elegant faeling thumb ring adorned with onyx, a miniature snowglobe ring, a beetle ring of clever ingenuity, 6 simple gold rings, black calf-length boots, a star-etched opal ring, a pointed hat etched with runes, a weathered pair of travelling boots, a wyrden lyrebird backpack, a silver torc, the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree, the True Crown of D'Varsha.
You have 63 types of item in the rift and 24 types of fluid in the liquid rift.
You possess 70 items and are carrying no gold.
In a hushed yet warm voice, Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening says, "Can learn a lot in moments such at those."
Your digestive efficiency returns to normal.
Verrak looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
(Glomdoring): Verrak says, "Any hunts going on?"
Verrak gives a potent pot of poteen the once-over, eyeing it suspiciously.
In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "And with that I must take my leave. May the Hallowed Ones bestow upon you Their blessings, Wyrdkin."
Rancoura inclines her head politely to those around her.
Verrak says, "I'm scared to drink you, since I don't remember what you do."
You curtsey gracefully before Rancoura.
Finger extended, Verrak pokes a potent pot of poteen.
Spinner Afollia, Reader of the Signs says, "May the Mistress of the Webs watch over you lady Haruspex."
A dark nighthag turns her gaze to watch Rancoura leave.
Afollia curtseys gracefully.
Xenthos traces an image of a location within a blood-inscribed booklet of shadows with his fingertips, cryptic words at his lips. His eyes take on a glossy appearance as he begins to stare off into the aether.
Rancoura tells you, "Shall you be available two months hence, near the weave, for the performance of your Rite, little one?"
You tell Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel, "I believe I should. That would be lovely."
Ghostly voices echo softly, combining into a haunting melody.
Spinner Afollia, Reader of the Signs says, "I am afraid I must return to my poisoned hunt, though I wish you all a pleasant evening."
Rancoura tells you, "Very well. I wish to speak with you of it briefly beforehand, perhaps next month if you are wakeful."
Esri bows respectfully to Afollia.
You tell Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel, "Absolutely."
Afollia curtseys gracefully.
Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says to Crenshaw, "Ah, remind me next time. I wish to impart on you a bit of history, regarding the Nekotai. As if you haven't had enough history."
Kalaneya smiles wryly as her golden eyes glint with amusement.
A giant hairy brown spider with midnight black wings scuttles sideways off to the north.
==== Something exited the room to north. ====
You chuckle long and heartily.
The sound of wings flapping heralds a screeching murder of crows flying overhead.
Rancoura tells you, "Exquisite. May the shadows guide you until then, and well done once more in the hunt."
Before the Master Ravenwood Tree.
Brennan Stormcrow paces here, his cadaverous body twitching with sudden jerks. The Master Ravenwood Tree towers over everything here, pulsing with an immeasurable yet dark power. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. There are 6 black direwolves here. There are 2 armoured bats here. There are 15 dark nighthags here. There are 17 shadowlord widowriders here. A solstice stocking has been hung here. A crudely crafted shrine of harsh black crystal stands here, thrumming powerfully. Splintered from the Master Ravenwood, a massive branch lies here, spiders crawling along its rotting wood. A giant bat hangs here, wings folded about its body and one beady eye open. There are 12 illithoid scourges here. Glowing gently with a soft blue light, a delicate dreamcatcher has been permanently hung here. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a spider around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a beetle around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a bat around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a wasp around its skull. A mature blackthorn tree stands proudly here. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. There are 9 large platters of bacon wrapped steaks here. A ceremonial fire crackles here, sending orange sparks swirling upwards. Gnawing on the leather bit of her reins, a silver-haired, spirited war goat with a pair of blunt stumps for horns waits here. A dainty cup cake decorated with a silver crescent moon and dark red rose rests on the ground here. Trailing fluttering motes of dreams, the evanescent form of a blithe dream phoenix lingers here, gossamer wings of ethereal light cascading behind him. With a temperate mien, a fluffy grey llama with long eyelashes stands guard here. A young female wyvern flaps her wings about her. Initiate to the Tah'vrai, Crenshaw is here. He wields a little nekai in each hand. Verrak is here, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He wields a savage claw-like nekai in each hand. An earth elemental towers here, a behemoth of tainted rock and stone. Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia with a Wakabi face is here, shrouded. She wields spectral psiblade claws in each hand.
You see a single exit leading north.
You curtsey gracefully before Kalaneya.
Crenshaw nods his head emphatically.
You incline your head politely to those around you.
With a flourish of his arm, Esri bows deeply.
Under a dark root.
The shadows violently writhe and twist along the ground here, indicating a war shrine of Nocht nearby. The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. Hidden deep within the environment lies a mystic pathway. Emerald-green drapes hang across the light, casting the room in darkness. Suspended from the large black root hangs a bubbling black cauldron. Dominique Nightshade stands here, her unseeing gaze still penetrating her surroundings. A black direwolf is here, blending in with the shadows. Dressed in liquid shadows, Rowena Nightshade stands here regally poised.
You see exits leading north and east.
Rowena Nightshade turns towards you, bowing her head politely.
Rowena Nightshade says, "Mother Night's favour is upon you, Dark Savant."
North of the roots.
The shadows violently writhe and twist along the ground here, indicating a war shrine of Nocht nearby. The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here.
You see exits leading northeast (open door), east, south, and northwest.
A subterranean tunnel.
The shadows violently writhe and twist along the ground here, indicating a war shrine of Nocht nearby. The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here.
You see exits leading east, southeast, west, and northwest.
A subterranean tunnel.
The shadows violently writhe and twist along the ground here, indicating a war shrine of Nocht nearby. The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here.
You see exits leading north, east, southeast, and west.
A subterranean tunnel.
The shadows violently writhe and twist along the ground here, indicating a war shrine of Nocht nearby. The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here.
You see exits leading north, east, south, and west (open door).
Distance to 'the Portals of Glomdoring': 9 Steps.
Path: s, se, se, s, e, e, se, se, in
You start speedwalking.
You speedwalk south to a subterranean tunnel.
You speedwalk southeast to a subterranean tunnel.
You speedwalk southeast to north of the roots.
You speedwalk south to under a dark root.
Rowena Nightshade turns towards you, bowing her head politely.
Rowena Nightshade says, "Mother Night's favour is upon you, Dark Savant."
You speedwalk east to below the forest.
4 more steps to your destination.
You speedwalk east to dangling fronds.
You speedwalk southeast to damp tunnel.
You speedwalk southeast to rising passage.
You speedwalk in to the Portals of Glomdoring.
You have reached your destination.
The Portals of Glomdoring.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. Gnawing on the leather bit of her reins, a silver-haired, spirited war goat with a pair of blunt stumps for horns waits here. You see a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system. There is an aetherways portal here.
You see a single exit leading out.
You portal to The Hoard and the Hive.
A chilling, forestal curiosities room.                 (#HAH_1)
Soft, thick carpet covers the ground here, a deep mossy green in hue. A painting of Gurashi's Staring Contest is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. You see a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system.
You see exits leading north (closed door) and south (closed door).
(Glomdoring): Verrak (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Any artist awake that want some tints??"
You portal to the Aetherplex Chamber.
The Aetherplex Chamber.
Hidden deep within the environment lies a mystic pathway. Shimmering with aetheric energy, a bright glowing portal floats here in midair. A screech owl is here, surveying the surroundings. There are 2 great brindle mastiffs here. A giant bat hangs here, wings folded about its body and one beady eye open. Hackles risen, a fierce timberwolf prowls about here. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. Glowing gently with a soft blue light, a delicate dreamcatcher has been permanently hung here. Shara-Mae Dven'tur, a clumsy assistant, is standing here nervously scribbling upon a notebook. Skyborne Parvenu Elysian is here, sprawled on the ground. He wields a glowing powerstone in his left hand. You see a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system. There is an aetherways portal here.
You see exits leading north (open door), south, out, and through a bright, glowing portal.
(Auguries): Afollia says, "Something that crossed my mind, the gash they may hold his sister....is it the same place Disciple Esri was working to regrow?"
(Glomdoring): Afollia says, "Certainly."
(Auguries): Esri says, "Yes it crossed mine as well."
(Glomdoring): Afollia says, "You can never have enough tints."
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Manse Name            Description                                Stock    Price
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531   Salvia          yellowtint (shop rift)                       230     10gp
1157  Cartel          yellowtint (shop rift)                       100      5gp
1362  Arts            yellowtint (shop rift)                       909      5gp
135   flame           yellowtint (shop rift)                      1648     10gp
256   ignis           yellowtint (shop rift)                        42     50gp
297   Crystalfeather  yellowtint (shop rift)                        37     20gp
303   IronMaiden      yellowtint (shop rift)                       500     10gp
516   lianmor         yellowtint (shop rift)                       923     30gp
547   Gold            yellowtint (shop rift)                       310     10gp
583   Lionsgem        yellowtint (shop rift)                        26      7gp
616   Doom            yellowtint (shop rift)                        66     10gp
620   Grey            yellowtint (shop rift)                      1977     15gp
624   Drifter         yellowtint (shop rift)                        12     10gp
642   GladeShop       yellowtint (shop rift)                        16     50gp
713   Dojo            yellowtint (shop rift)                       495     10gp
757   Wyrden          yellowtint (shop rift)                        84     15gp
826   Flutterby       yellowtint (shop rift)                        14     25gp
842   threads         yellowtint (shop rift)                       478     10gp
1030  bettys          yellowtint (shop rift)                      2000      4gp
1044  Regret          yellowtint (shop rift)                       495     15gp
1060  Caesura         yellowtint (shop rift)                        48     10gp
1075  TDD             yellowtint (shop rift)                       373     10gp
1221  HSS             yellowtint (shop rift)                       274      5gp
1295  Candyfox        yellowtint (shop rift)                       320     15gp
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(Auguries): Esri says, "Almost like a near hint ..."
You continue reading:
1391  Waf             yellowtint (shop rift)                      1733      9gp
1475  foxish          yellowtint (shop rift)                       470      8gp
1476  Caramel         yellowtint (shop rift)                       285      5gp
1480  Faire           yellowtint (shop rift)                       447      5gp
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(Auguries): Afollia says, "Mhmm."
(Glomdoring): Verrak says, "I have tints... don't know why, don't remember what I needed them for. Want them?"
You portal to Silver Vale.
Trader Betty's Battlewares.
A screech owl is here, surveying the surroundings. You see a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is for sale.
You see exits leading north (open door), up, and down (closed door).
You get 1,612,932 gold sovereigns from a wyrden lyrebird backpack.
(Glomdoring): Afollia (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "It would be my delight."
Your karma falls to keep up the karmic blessing of war.
(Glomdoring): Verrak (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Sorry, meant to ask where are you not if you want them a second time."
(Auguries): Esri (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Might have to step aside from heavy combat to do such things."
(Auguries): You say, "He seemed to think that one unsalvagable, but yes that is the only gash in Glomdoring I know of."
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Lol."
You pay 8 sovereigns and receive a group of 2 yellowtints.
You put 1,612,924 gold sovereigns in a wyrden lyrebird backpack.
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "How sad is it that Cren is somehow wise."
You portal to the Aetherplex Chamber.
The Aetherplex Chamber.
Hidden deep within the environment lies a mystic pathway. Shimmering with aetheric energy, a bright glowing portal floats here in midair. A screech owl is here, surveying the surroundings. There are 2 great brindle mastiffs here. A giant bat hangs here, wings folded about its body and one beady eye open. Hackles risen, a fierce timberwolf prowls about here. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. Glowing gently with a soft blue light, a delicate dreamcatcher has been permanently hung here. Shara-Mae Dven'tur, a clumsy assistant, is standing here nervously scribbling upon a notebook. Skyborne Parvenu Elysian is here, sprawled on the ground. He wields a glowing powerstone in his left hand. You see a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system. There is an aetherways portal here.
You see exits leading north (open door), south, out, and through a bright, glowing portal.
(The Shadow Kindred): Crenshaw says, ">.>."
You portal to The Hoard and the Hive.
A chilling, forestal curiosities room.                 (#HAH_1)
Soft, thick carpet covers the ground here, a deep mossy green in hue. A painting of Gurashi's Staring Contest is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. You see a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system.
You see exits leading north (closed door) and south (closed door).
You portal to the Portals of Glomdoring.
The Portals of Glomdoring.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. You see a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system. There is an aetherways portal here.
You see a single exit leading out.
Distance to 'the Threads of the Raven': 18 Steps.
Path: out, nw, nw, w, w, u, n, pathfind, se, sw, s, se, ne, n, in, u, u, s
You start speedwalking.
You speedwalk out to rising passage.
You speedwalk northwest to damp tunnel.
You speedwalk northwest to dangling fronds.
You speedwalk west to below the forest.
You speedwalk west to under a dark root.
Rowena Nightshade turns towards you, bowing her head politely.
Rowena Nightshade says, "Mother Night's favour is upon you, Dark Savant."
13 more steps to your destination.
You speedwalk up to before the Master Ravenwood Tree.
Brennan Stormcrow cocks his head to one side, looking you over with an appraising stare.
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Mighty Crow has his eye upon you, Dark Savant!"
A shadowlord widowrider says, "Farewell, child of the dark forest."
You speedwalk north to putrefied glen.
You squat down and narrow your eyes, finally finding a mystic pathway that twists and turns in the distance. Before it slips away, you dash forward and rush along its winding tracks.
You speedwalk ether to meshwork of plants.
You have recovered balance on all limbs.
You speedwalk southeast to north of a stagnant pool.
You speedwalk southwest to west of the lake.
You speedwalk south to along the lake.
You speedwalk southeast to water's edge.
You speedwalk northeast to deep inside Glomdoring.
5 more steps to your destination.
You speedwalk north to before the Black Tower.
You speedwalk in to inside the Black Tower.
You speedwalk up to stairs near the Tower's base.
You speedwalk up to spiral staircase within the Black Tower.
You speedwalk south to the Threads of the Raven.
You have reached your destination.
The Threads of the Raven.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. Drawn delicately back with silver spider-silk cords, ethereal black drapes of gossamer silk add a touch of elegance to this room. Prominently in this tailoring workshop rests a bench that holds an assortment of tools for sewing, haberdashery and cobbling. Forgotten on the ground is a set of tan, hooded greatrobes. Gnawing on the leather bit of her reins, a silver-haired, spirited war goat with a pair of blunt stumps for horns waits here.
You see a single exit leading north.
(Auguries): Afollia says, "He did also see us more as Gloriana then Glomdoring. Though it is not much, perspective may be important here."
You suddenly scoop up a set of tan, hooded greatrobes.
Total: 39
You carefully cut, assemble, and stitch together a knotted noose scarf.
You have recovered balance on all limbs.
You slip into a knotted noose scarf.
You drop a set of tan, hooded greatrobes.
Spiral staircase within the Black Tower.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here.
You see exits leading south, northwest, up, and down.
(The Shadow Kindred): You say, "I'm so glad he took my scarf XD."