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- The sickly sweet perfume of exotic bromeliad flowers overwhelms your senses as the sensation of
- water dragging you against the currents beckons you to the Fulcrux of Li-varili.
- You think to yourself: A coiling sense of unease, tempered with resolution. "It is time, then."
- Waterlogged in a narrow cavern.
- Sloshing underfoot, standing water floods the cavern floor, fed by an unending trickle that weeps
- down the sheer stone surrounding this lonely mountain recess. Diffuse, haunting prasine mists linger
- with strange luminescence just above the stagnant pool, coiling longingly toward a curtain of
- fireweed blossoms draped over the farthest wall. A faint breeze whistles from some indeterminate
- source, tracing over dappled blue pectolite that ripples in veins where it crests over duller rock
- in silky patches of erosion. Despite the constant stir, a briny stench hangs in the air,
- accompanying a pervasive clamminess that clings and chills.
- You see exits leading east and through a tangled curtain of fireweed blossoms.
- Avaris rolls his shoulders, fingers flexing and curling repeatedly as he takes a
- steadying breath.
- You step into the sanguine pool and approach the curtain of fireweed, gingerly parting a stalk woven
- with flame-red blossoms aside. The tangles ensnare your hand and set your skin aflame with numerous
- stings but it is too late to withdraw. The curtain is drawing you inwards, consuming you within its
- dark and lush depths. Momentary darkness gives way to light as you are cast out into a sultry
- lagoon, your body covered in crimson moisture.
- The Fulcrux of Li-varili.
- A comforting feeling of privacy pervades the area. Captivatingly aquamarine shallows rest in
- preternatural stillness, secluded amidst this sultry, tropical lagoon. Beneath the water's crystal
- surface, visible roots stand unburied and upright, arching into mangroves like cages for the sinuous
- shadows intermittently threading between their aquatic bars. These spindly trees both shelter and
- protect the intimate space beneath their lushly snarled canopies, their boughs dripping with woven
- veils of tender fireweed blossoms, petals wafting a grassy scent into the saltwater air. As the
- forest finds purchase on sandy soil about the perimeter, its trunks cluster more thickly together,
- forbidding exploration with treacherous footing - and forging a dark, claustrophobic prison out of
- its labyrinthine overgrowth. A coarse island shrine rises from the centre of the shallow pool,
- bromeliads bursting about it in glorious adoration of the Lady of the Lagoons.
- You see a single exit leading through a tangled curtain of fireweed blossoms.
- Vicious waves the glaucous hue of turbulent seas disturb the lagoon's murky waters as a mocking,
- feminine voice sneers, "Well, well. The little mortal has arrived after all."
- Standing with his back rigidly straight, Avaris clasps his hands together at the
- base of his spine, head held high. The chorus of his layered voice is cool, but polite, as he
- replies, "I would not make a request of You, only to renege. Thank You for inviting me."
- Vicious waves the glaucous hue of turbulent seas disturb the lagoon's murky waters as a mocking,
- feminine voice sneers, "So polite. I wonder which of My cousins has taught you to grovel with
- deference. At the very least, I do not sense the stench of the Enchantress upon you."
- As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible, shadowy beauty,
- spreading darkness across the land.
- A distant, haunting voice echoes through the trees and over the water, bewitching the senses with
- its melancholic song.
- Avaris's fingers tighten minutely upon one another with a faint creak of protesting
- chitin. "I do not grovel. I pay You the respect an Elder is deserved. I did not need to be taught
- such by a Divine - Manners are common enough."
- Vicious waves the glaucous hue of turbulent seas disturb the lagoon's murky waters as a mocking,
- feminine voice sneers, "How noble. If you are not here to grovel, then I wonder what you are here
- for, then."
- You think to yourself: A vast wall of condensed light, forged and hardened into a bladed dam that
- keeps his anger at bay - Yet it stirs, sluggish and somnolent as a leviathan disturbed by fitful
- dreams. "Fortitude. Stay calm."
- Across the heavens, the stars and moon challenge night's dark reign, revealing familiar
- constellations that tell the tales of myth and legend.
- A distant, haunting voice echoes through the trees and over the water, bewitching the senses with
- its melancholic song.
- The sixfold wings that take up much of Avaris's back shift, stretching out a modest
- distance to bare slivers of stylised eyes, which gglow with white, cold light. "To see for myself
- what sort of Divine You are. I do not think it wise to judge You swiftly, given Your history, and
- circumstances."
- Vicious waves the glaucous hue of turbulent seas disturb the lagoon's murky waters as a mocking,
- feminine voice sneers, "And here I thought you were here to play diplomat from your little missive.
- Instead I am to be inspected and dissected like some exotic insect, held to your judgment and
- scrutiny."
- Suddenly disturbing the waters, a menacing shadow vanishes deeper into the gloomy shade of
- mangroves.
- Cackling laughter ripples about the lagoon at the centre of the Fulcrux, a cruelty underscoring its
- mirth.
- The pall of night weighs heavily upon the sticky, humid air, offering meagre relief from the heat.
- Baleful, feminine laughter ripples from the impenetrable shadows of night.
- In a voice of deliberate, composed calm, Avaris responds, "I have not the skill to
- play at diplomacy, Lady. I leave that to others, far better suited to it." The four, broad swathes
- of red that form his antennae stand upright, quivering with tension, though his visored face offers
- no sign of emotion - Or anything at all, other than the alien, unblinking gaze of his seven azure
- eyes. "All judge and weigh others, Lady, whether they know it or not. I am simply more forthright
- about it, and aware." A pause, and then, "May I inquire as to the state of Your wounds? I do not
- wish to upset You."
- Vicious waves the glaucous hue of turbulent seas disturb the lagoon's murky waters as a mocking,
- feminine voice sneers, "Ah, so you are concerned about My welfare. How touching. Is it merely out of
- goodwill, I wonder? Or do you desire more of me than your calm words suggest."
- Vicious waves the glaucous hue of turbulent seas disturb the lagoon's murky waters as a mocking,
- feminine voice sneers, "I am strong enough to fend for Myself."
- Baleful, feminine laughter ripples from the impenetrable shadows of night.
- Suddenly disturbing the waters, a menacing shadow vanishes deeper into the gloomy shade of
- mangroves.
- Avaris lapses into silence for a time, still and as out of place within the lagoon
- as a golden monument spat out from a rent to a Kephera's idea of Holy Celestia. When he does speak
- once more, it is with the measured cadence of one choosing his words with great care. "To an extent,
- but I will not pretend that that is my motivation for coming here. Others flock to You in concern
- and sympathy in droves. My worry runs towards how You will impact events, and how You will alter the
- balance of power." A sound, too melodic to be a grunt, yet a harmonious relative of one nonetheless.
- "Your convalescence is complete, then?"
- Again the cloying scent of bromeliads pervades your senses as you sense a wary gaze upon you,
- sinister and suffocating.
- Vicious waves the glaucous hue of turbulent seas disturb the lagoon's murky waters as a mocking,
- feminine voice sneers, "If I did not know any better, little mortal, I would say you are accusing Me
- of being a threat."
- Avaris's antennae twitch aside with abrupt, violent motion, as if seeking to flick
- an undesired substance from themselves.
- A distant, haunting voice echoes through the trees and over the water, bewitching the senses with
- its melancholic song.
- The polished, inhuman orbs of Avaris's eyes regard the lagoon at large with an air
- of patient, clinical appraisal. "Anything can be a threat, Elder. The more power one possesses, be
- it raw might, skill, or power over others, the greater potential threat they represent." A gradual
- tilting of his head, the ridged, flared edges of his white jaw rising by degrees. "In my estimation,
- You likely possess a great deal of at least one element."
- Avaris adds, cooly polite still, "I take it that You will not answer my prior question?"
- Vicious waves the glaucous hue of turbulent seas disturb the lagoon's murky waters as a mocking,
- feminine voice sneers, "What a peculiar dichotomy you place upon Me. For I am at once a helpless
- victim of Fate and suffering, and simultaneously an overwhelming threat to that which you hold dear.
- My, what an estimation."
- You think to yourself: "Helpless? Ah. Hardly that, Lady. Hardly that."
- Vicious waves the glaucous hue of turbulent seas disturb the lagoon's murky waters as a mocking,
- feminine voice sneers, "You shall have to repeat the question, for it has already bored enough that
- I have forgotten it."
- With the implacable patience of a glacier, and all the warmth thereof, Avaris
- repeats, "Your convalescence is complete, then?"
- A distant, haunting voice echoes through the trees and over the water, bewitching the senses with
- its melancholic song.
- Vicious waves the glaucous hue of turbulent seas disturb the lagoon's murky waters as a mocking,
- feminine voice sneers, "My convalescence. You ask if I am restored to as I was before the betrayer
- imprisoned Me within the hateful seat?"
- Avaris's response, this time, is immediate. "No. That, as I believe You know, is
- impossible. You have suffered too much, for too long. The betrayal alone will have damaged the
- foundation of Your capability to trust to catastrophic degrees." Disengaging his lower left hand, he
- passes it aside in a smooth, careful arc. "I shall rephrase, then. Are Your physical wounds healed?
- Your reserves of power, of essence, at capacity?"
- Vicious waves the glaucous hue of turbulent seas disturb the lagoon's murky waters as a mocking,
- feminine voice sneers, "I hold enough Will and strength to be a threat to you, little mortal. That
- is enough for you to know. You are correct in one matter, however. To return to what I was is
- impossible."
- An ill wind with all the bitterness of sea and salt gusts through the Fulcrux, stinging with spite.
- Clouds darken the firmament with moody greys, casting sullen shadows upon the watery grove below.
- Lowering his errant hand, Avaris sets it against the indent of his narrow waist,
- watching the occasional shadows that lurk in the waters without overt fear. He weathers the wind
- stolidly, though it whips the spray of his mane about like the spume of a furious sea, and sets the
- gentle effulgence of his feathers to disarray. "Your choice of answer is sufficient. Thank You." He
- lapses into silence for a brief period of time, reflexively shaking out his wings in an attempt to
- restore them to order. "What, then, do You wish to be, going forward? What do You intend?"
- You think to yourself: Cold, detached assessment, as a soldier studying the layout of an enemy
- fortification, noting details that are small, yet significant.
- A tingling of anticipation lingers in the air in the wake of the bracing wind, now replaced with the
- buzzing cacophony of an insect-laden lagoon, its hum intermingling with the soft susurrus of waves
- pooling into stagnant waters.
- Vicious waves the glaucous hue of turbulent seas disturb the lagoon's murky waters as a mocking,
- feminine voice sneers, "Everything."
- Glorious rays of morning light burst forth from Father Sun's crown as it peeks over the world's
- edge, announcing a bright and shining new dawn.
- In response to the cacophonous symphony of the myriad insects, Avaris's chest
- vibrates, emanating a range of buzzing, humming pitches both rich and low, and high, yet sweet. In
- contrast to that which he contests, the sounds weave together into a harmonious hymn of steady,
- pleasant tones, low enough in volume to provide a backdrop to his voice, as he says, "That is what I
- anticipated. And what will You do to achieve such?"
- Clouds darken the firmament with moody greys, casting sullen shadows upon the watery grove below.
- Vicious waves the glaucous hue of turbulent seas disturb the lagoon's murky waters as a mocking,
- feminine voice sneers, "You mortals are so self-important, it is endlessly amusing."
- Vicious waves the glaucous hue of turbulent seas disturb the lagoon's murky waters as a mocking,
- feminine voice sneers, "But I tire of this little game between Us, and My well of patience runs dry
- in the shallow tide."
- Avaris dips his head in a slight nod. "I will not impose upon You longer, then. It
- is my hope that You will seek healing - But I do not think that You wish to be healed." Inhaling,
- the breath subtly unsteady, he clasps his hands once more at the base of his spine, resolute. "Will
- You allow me to depart, or shall You do otherwise?"
- You think to yourself: A thread of fear, winding tight about his heart, squeezing, coiling, seeking
- to choke the font of his courage.
- Vicious waves the glaucous hue of turbulent seas disturb the lagoon's murky waters as a mocking,
- feminine voice sneers, "You may think you are the one who looks down upon Me, little mortal. But
- rest assured."
- Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons whispers to you, "It is I who shall judge you."
- A smattering of droplets strike you, and you scent the sweet, heavy smell of bromeliads as you sense
- the presence of Li-varili. From the damp ground about you sprout vines, which wrap about your limbs,
- holding you fast. Some blossom, the heavy scent intensifying, as the vines tighten about you. Soon
- you are cocooned, despite your pleas and thrashing, and water begins to pour in around you, filling
- your nose, your lungs, your eyes. Still you see and smell the red bromeliads, their beauty mocking
- your agony, until at last your screaming lungs cease to strain for breath in favour of oblivion.
- You have been slain by Li-varili.
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