Office of the High Herald
The door to this room is partially blocked by a giant bookshelf, the
first of a dozen or so placed around the walls of the room. In the center
of the mess and half hidden by another large bookshelf, is a grand desk with
a tall and softly padded chair. A large soft rug fills the floor of the
room, with a smaller mat intended for shoes, so that visitors won't track
mud all over the already cluttered floor. Two fine oaken doorways open to
the north and east.
A painting of the High Herald is hanging on the wall.

[Exits: north east]
A desk covered with soft leather rests here facing a window.
A glass cabinet is mounted above the desk containing a golden parchment.

Trillian walks in.

Trillian phases back into existence.
Trillian is moving faster.

Trillian smiles weakly at you.

Avenar looks fondly at the empty desk.

Trillian rubs the desk fondly.

Trillian says 'Yes, quite the situation.'

You say 'This place represents a lot. Heralds have come here to discuss, joke, and become better
friends.'

Trillian says 'I fear Ilromie may have taken her departure quite poorly.'

Trillian says 'I haven't seen her in ages.'

Trillian nods.

Trillian nods.

You say 'We have upon us, a new age. One that starts in the shadows, perhaps.'

Trillian says 'Indeed, indeed. Many fond memories in this room.'

Trillian says 'So you say? Or so you prophesize?'

Trillian says 'I confess I am never quite sure with you these days.'

You say 'But we must move forward and come back into the light. Or the limelight I should say.'

Trillian giggles.

Trillian says 'I do love the Limelight.'

Trillian says 'Forever a beacon in the night.'

Avenar runs his hand along the back of the chair behind the desk.

You say 'It's time this seat was filled.'

Trillian says 'I see, I see.'

You say 'And I can think of no one better than you to do so.'

Trillian says 'Do you intend to sit?'

Trillian says 'Oh my! Me?'

Trillian points at himself.

Avenar offers Trillian the chair.

Trillian sits down and thinks deeply.

Trillian says 'I do wonder what I could do in that seat.'

You promote Trillian to the rank of High Herald.

Trillian says 'But I truly had hoped to never take it.'

Trillian nods.

Trillian nods.

Trillian wears a wicked witch's black hat on his head.

Trillian says 'Mal would chide me for not finding out. So would Val.'

You say 'It's not much. Only the safeguarding of the Mystique and all knowledge of the realm.'

Trillian pulls dark eye liner from one of his many pockets.

Trillian applies heavy circles beneath his eyelids and streaks it thickly down his cheeks.

Trillian sits down at a leather covered desk.

You say 'I know many things are a joke to you. But let this seat not be one of them, yes?'

Trillian says 'I am the pixie in the witch's hat.'

Trillian says 'I joke of many things, but I'd never do that.'

You nod.

Trillian stands up.

Trillian eats a juicy steak with salad.

Trillian sits down and thinks deeply.

Trillian says 'A new age you say...'

Trillian says 'Any designs upon it?'

You say 'It is indeed.'

Trillian says 'Or will you truly leave it all up to me?'

Trillian looks at you expectantly.

You say 'The future of the Heralds holds much uncertainty. In a way, that is quite perfect for your
style.'

Trillian drinks water from a water jug.

Trillian drinks water from a water jug.

Trillian drinks water from a water jug.

Trillian sits down at a leather covered desk.

You say 'Expectations remain...unknown.'

Trillian nods.

Trillian nods.

Trillian says 'Well, I do like creating something from nothing.'

Trillian says 'Even if how we got to this nothing is quite sad.'

Trillian says 'Are we truly at the bottom? Has Fralenn abandoned us too?'

You say 'As I said, I am certain of nothing at this point.'

Trillian nods.

Trillian nods.

Trillian perks up.

Trillian says 'Well then! I suppose I best start recruiting!'

Trillian says 'I do love finding new friends.'

Trillian says 'I so hope they are interesting...'

You say 'A perfect plan, indeed.'

Trillian says 'And I'll need some entrants if I'm ever to search for Val and not neglect these new
duties at the same time.'

Trillian sits down and thinks deeply.

Trillian hums merrily.

Trillian says 'I think it sounds doable!'

Trillian giggles.

Trillian stands up.

Azerayhna enters the room.

Trillian hops up on the desk and begins to pace.

Trillian covers the room with golden dust.
Trillian starts glowing from the pixie dust.
Trillian rises off the ground.

Trillian sits down on the ground.

Trillian sits cross-legged on the desk and begins tracing in a finger in the dust.

Trillian says 'Step 1, recruit!'

You say 'I can see your mind working.'

Trillian says 'Step 2, stoke the gossip lines. Should be easy. The cabals are active.'

Trillian says 'Step 3, find Val.'

Trillian sits down and thinks deeply.

Trillian nods.

Trillian nods.

Trillian says 'Yes, yes. Seems doable. I've tried far less certain things.'

Trillian hums merrily.

You say 'Let's avoid too much experimentation.'

Trillian says to you 'About that gossip, any chance we could recruit some townsfolk other than the
criers?'

Trillian says to you 'It isn't exactly... subtle.'

Trillian says 'Don't get me wrong, I love it.'

Trillian says 'But we really should have a proper network if we're to run misinformation...'

Trillian sits down and thinks deeply.

Trillian says 'Oh and truth!'

Trillian says to you 'We do that here on occassion, don't we?'

You say 'On occassion.'

Trillian says 'Oh dear, oh dear...'

Trillian hops back to the left edge of the desk.

Trillian's skin returns to normal.

Trillian drags his finger in the dust on the table again.

Trillian says 'Step 0, publish the Mystique!'

You say 'Yes, indeed.'

Trillian says 'Can't go skipping steps, can we?'

You say 'I would recommend this be the last issue within this current Volume.'

You say 'Then we will start a new one.'

Trillian nods.

Trillian nods.

You say 'Symbolic of everything that has happened.'

Trillian says 'That seems fitting.'

Trillian says 'I see nobody has responded to my call for cabal affairs.'

Trillian says 'I suppose it is all up to ole Trillian again...'

Trillian smiles fondly with a far off look in his eyes.

Trillian says 'Reminds me of issue 67.'

Trillian says 'What a heady time! You and me. Freshly into the Consortium, writing half the issue.'

Trillian slowly floats to the ground.
Trillian stops glowing.

Trillian says to you 'It feels an age ago, does it not?'

You say 'It does.'

Trillian says 'Do you remember what it felt like? Or did that change for you? What with the Goding
and all?'

You say 'I remember everything.'

Trillian giggles.

You say 'It was all quite exciting and new.'

Trillian says 'What kind of historian would you be if you did not?'

Trillian says 'I should have known.'

You say 'It was as if a world had opened up of friends I did not know I needed and stories that had
to be written.'

Trillian smiles happily.

Trillian says 'It was quite intoxicating, wasn't it? I hadn't been given such interesting tasks
since I was at home. And Val was such a mystery. Ravia was enchanting.'

Trillian says 'It quite swept us up, didn't it?'

You say 'Full of quirks and misunderstood by many.'

You say 'But they all found a home here.'

Trillian nods.

Trillian nods.

Trillian says 'Say, did you ever wonder if we all worked towards different goals?'

You say 'All the time.'

Trillian giggles.

Trillian says 'And what did you think of that?'

Trillian whistles appreciatively.

You say 'It's one of the unique components of the Consortium. Unlike the cabals, we retain nearly
all of our individualized goals and that leads to tremendous freedom, but is quite the challenge to
govern.'

Trillian must like you a great deal to beam at you so broadly!

Trillian says 'So you're saying I retain nearly all my individualized goals!'

Trillian says to you 'I do like the sound of that.'

You say 'We cross paths with every kind of person in Serin here. And it's our job to make it work
and still find time to write something now and again.'

Trillian looks at the Colourful Pennant of Scholar.

Trillian stands up.

Trillian utters the words, 'uoculoihuyl'.

Trillian throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!

You say 'Shouldn't that be a Heraldic light?'

Trillian says 'It is quite odd.'

Trillian says 'I was thinking the same thing.'

Trillian utters the words, 'hzabrag ay zhpzf'.

Avenar scribes something on a floating golden notepad that was not there a moment before.

You say 'I'll work on that.'

Trillian says 'I do hope this doesn't mean the Polymath has truly left us...'

Trillian says 'An ominous sign.'

Trillian bolts upright as if and idea just hit to him.

Trillian opens a prankster's utility belt.

Trillian gets a set of mystic bones from a prankster's utility belt.

Trillian looks at a set of mystic bones.

The bones rattle on the ground and settle into position with a knuckle bone prominent.

Trillian bends nearly double pressing his nose nearly to the edge of the bones.

Trillian shrugs helplessly.

Trillian says 'I got nothing.'

Trillian says to you 'You?'

Avenar examines the bones, holding a hand to his chin.

Trillian chants 'I am the pixie in the witch's hat.'

Trillian chants 'Don't know the magics but I'll get the knack.'

Trillian giggles.

Trillian says 'I think I feel a rhyme coming.'

You smile happily.

Trillian puts a set of mystic bones in a prankster's utility belt.

You say 'I sense...inspiration.'

Trillian closes a prankster's utility belt.

Trillian says to you 'This Pennant is costing me the Limelight!'

Trillian says 'Quite the conundrum... wear Val's hat or stay true to my vane ways.'

Trillian sits down and thinks deeply.

Trillian falls to the ground and rolls around laughing hysterically.

Trillian says 'I'll figure it out!'

Trillian says to you 'Does this mean I run the Scholars as well?'

You shake your head.

You say 'The banner has always oddly been categorized that way.'

Trillian eats a juicy steak with salad.

Trillian says to you 'Oh hush! Surely it must!'

Trillian says 'Now I dearly regret missing Wylsin... I could outvote him on positively everything!'

Trillian giggles.

Trillian hums merrily.

You say 'Just because you pick up a mystical robe does not mean you run the entire organization for
which it's named.'

Trillian says 'It does if you wear it well! Perception is everything.'

Trillian utters the words, 'wuffaf uwaoz'.
A mirror image of Trillian appears beside him!
A mirror image of Trillian appears beside him!
A mirror image of Trillian appears beside him!

Trillian says to Trillian 'What say you, Trillian? You never had a job since you weren't in the
band. Care to be the Polymath?'

Trillian says to Trillian 'I believe in you!'

You say 'This could be problematic.'

Trillian appears to deeply consider the offer.

Trillian says to Trillian 'Don't crowd the room dears.'

Trillian is released by Trillian!
Trillian slowly fades away.

Trillian drinks water from a water jug.

Trillian drinks water from a water jug.

Trillian drinks water from a water jug.

Trillian gives a Colourful Pennant of Scholar to Trillian.

Trillian wears a Colourful Pennant of Scholar.

Trillian says to Trillian 'Polymath.'

Trillian says to Trillian 'High Herald'.

Trillian snaps his fingers.

Trillian says 'Damnations! Still not as good as Val.'

Trillian says 'This is one large hat to fill...'

Trillian pouts demonstratively.

Trillian sits down at a leather covered desk.

You say 'You'll get there.'

Trillian says 'I suppose goals do keep us young.'

Trillian says 'So then. Tell me, tell me.'

Trillian says 'What Immortal secrets do you have only for the ears of the High Herald?'

Trillian says 'Any great works we are pursuing? Agendas we are pushing?'

Trillian vibrates upon his chair.

You say 'We?'

Trillian says 'Are you not an Immortal of the Consortium?'

Trillian says 'Surely you haven't been sitting idly by all time?'

Trillian says 'Secrets have surely been kept! Surely!'

Trillian says 'Tell me all of them!'

You say 'You were asking for Immortal secrets.'

You say 'Now the Consortium plans, I can perhaps divulge.'

Trillian waves his hand as if that is a trivial thing.

You roll your eyes in disgust.

Trillian says 'Consortium then, of course! That is what I meant.'

You say 'Yes...of course...'

Trillian says 'Of course!'

Azerayhna leaves east.

You say 'Well, I am working on the concept of a journal, a special item of Heralds that would hold
some sort of unique powers.'

Trillian says 'Why it is positively indecent to suggest I meant anything else!'

Trillian says 'How splendid!'

Trillian says 'We do like writing!'

Trillian says 'A journal feels most on point.'

You say 'It would be empowered by the writings of its owner.'

Trillian says 'In what way?'

Trillian sits down and thinks deeply.

You say 'In every way you can imagine!'

Trillian says 'I have always fond writing empowering.'

Trillian says 'Others just rarely seemed to agree...'

Trillian slowly disappears.
Trillian slowly disappears.

You say 'Protection from danger, a light in the darkness, perhaps a spell unseen to Serin before.'

Trillian nods.

Trillian nods.

Trillian says 'How mysterious!'

Trillian says 'I love it.'

Trillian says 'Say! Speaking of mysteries... What did happen to the sausage cart now that Val and
Dwiggans have both left us?'

drop cart
You drop a sausage cart.

Trillian says 'Surely Val didn't take it with her to Acadia... she has her liver and onions. That
would be quite selfish of her...'

Trillian gasps in astonishment.

Trillian looks at a sausage cart.
Trillian looks in a sausage cart.

Trillian says 'You've had it all along?'

Trillian says 'What do you plan for it.'

Trillian says 'Tell me, tell me!'

You say 'I haven't decided yet. More refreshments does always seem like a good thing.'

Trillian nods.

Trillian nods.

Trillian looks at a sausage cart.
Trillian looks in a sausage cart.

Trillian says 'I do not know how to work the grill.'

Trillian snaps his fingers.

Trillian says 'Should have had Dwiggans teach me!'

Trillian says 'Perhaps our cook would know?'

exa cart
This object has a special use: [pull][grill][garnish]
The cart lists the following on the menu:

Trueringer Thueringer
Bride's White sausage
Groom's Gloom Sadness Sausage
Blood Sausage
Raknos Sausage

The available condiments are:
spicy horseradish mustard
spicy brown mustard
stone-ground mustard
dijon mustard
yellow mustard
beer mustard
hot mustard
sauerkraut with caraway seeds
The cart lists the following on the menu:

Trueringer Thueringer
Bride's White sausage
Groom's Gloom Sadness Sausage
Blood Sausage
Raknos Sausage

The available condiments are:
spicy horseradish mustard
spicy brown mustard
stone-ground mustard
dijon mustard
yellow mustard
beer mustard
hot mustard
sauerkraut with caraway seeds
A sausage cart holds:
Nothing.

Trillian looks in a sausage cart.

Trillian looks at a sausage cart.
Trillian looks in a sausage cart.

grill white
You don't know how to work the grill.

stand cart
You stand at a sausage cart.

grill sausage
You don't know how to work the grill.

Avenar bangs on the side of the cart.

Trillian looks in a sausage cart.

Trillian giggles.

Trillian says 'Collector of Secrets indeed.'

Trillian says 'The secret... of the sausage!'

You say 'How many Immortals does it take to grill a sausage!?'

Trillian says 'Three.'

The notepad reappears and Avenar scribes something else, all while staring down the cart.

You say 'This too, shall be addressed.'

Trillian says 'One to invite guests. One to criticize them. And one to steal other peoples good
ideas on how to grill sausages.'

Trillian giggles.

Trillian glances skyward in case he needs to duck.

stand
You step off a sausage cart.

get cart
You get a sausage cart.

You say 'I'll come back with a better one.'

Trillian nods.

Trillian nods.

Trillian says 'Most appreciated.'

Trillian says to you 'So. What is our next move? Any guidance? What do we need? Other than warm
bodies?'

Trillian says 'Ideas? Actions?'

Trillian says 'I was thinking we start pushing events in interesting directions personally...'

You say 'It would be fun to plan something. Even if small. An excuse to recruit perhaps.'

Trillian stands up.

Trillian nods.

Trillian nods.

Trillian says 'Say, what happened to Val's mirror?'

You say 'I have that as well.'

You say 'It's...unstable.'

Trillian says 'Oh dear.'

You say 'I'm investigating why.'

Trillian says 'Do you work on it then?'

You say 'Ever since she stepped through there, something changed.'

You say 'It would be unwise to for anyone to use it until I understand more.'

Trillian says to you 'Are you purposefully trying to tempt me? Don't you know how I love unwise
things?!'

Trillian says 'I would have thought you want me to stay here what with the recent appointment...'

Trillian gets the Grand Pooh-Ba's Staff from a bulging sack.

Trillian stops wielding a giant golden-banded staff.
Trillian holds the Grand Pooh-Ba's Staff in his hand.

Trillian brandishes the Grand Pooh-Ba's Staff.
A magic mushroom suddenly appears.

Trillian brandishes the Grand Pooh-Ba's Staff.
A magic mushroom suddenly appears.

Trillian's hunger injures him.

Trillian gets a magic mushroom.

Trillian gets a magic mushroom.

Trillian eats a magic mushroom.

Trillian eats a magic mushroom.

Trillian stops holding the Grand Pooh-Ba's Staff in his hand.
Trillian wields a giant golden-banded staff.

Trillian puts the Grand Pooh-Ba's Staff in a bulging sack.

You say 'I'm not tempting you. That is why the mirror is not here and instead in a very safe, non
-mortal place.'

Trillian slumps dramatically in his chair clutching at his chest.

You chuckle politely.

Trillian says 'The...most tempting thing... I've ever heard.'

You say 'You already remind me of her.'

Trillian opens one eye to peer at Avenar.

Trillian drinks water from a water jug.

Trillian drinks water from a water jug.

Trillian drinks water from a water jug.


[The conversation meanders into Herald things and finally to the Ethereal Plane.]


Trillian says 'I once thought I would be able to abuse that Plane. It turns out it's permeation of
reality is quite thorough in it's ability to confound the designs of mortal men.'

Trillian says 'Damnable intentional design.'

Trillian says 'It is quite nearly enough to make me believe in Gods. Quite nearly!'

Trillian hums merrily.

look self
A brilliant aura of radiant gold emanates from the esoteric form before
you. The enveloping sun-touched mist cascades down slowly like a cloak,
glinting with flashes of resplendent yellow light. On occasion, silent
bolts of golden lightning arc through the mist, stretching from his body to
the ground in a wondrous discord of sublime luminosity. The form is
humanoid, outlined against the surrounding mystical haze. His body is
muscular and unnaturally refined, like a sculpted statue whose lines flow
with effortless grace and uniform tranquility. His unblemished arms and
hands reflect this sleek cumulation of ethereal form. Long auburn hair with
a golden sheen flows down near his shoulders, moving ever so slightly in a
current of air that seems slower than possible. He stands with precise
balance and forthright posture, imbuing his presence with purpose. Every
motion is practiced and slight, reflecting a mastery of intrinsic grace and
unveiling a display of otherworldly serenity. Like gemstones set magically
aglow, his gleaming golden eyes cast a luminous gaze outward. They peer
from behind a pale and pristine visage that while seemingly expressionless,
contains the subtlest warmth.
Avenar is in excellent condition.

Avenar is using:
<used as light> (Unidentified) (Glowing) the Colourful Pennant of Scholar
<worn around neck> (Glowing) A golden cloak of the Ethereal Plane
<worn on head> (Glowing) The Helm of Prophecy
<worn on arms> (Glowing) A set of golden sparkling sleeves inlaid with gemstones
<worn on hands> (Glowing) The gloves of star catching
<worn about body> (Glowing) (Humming) A swirling aura of divine chaos
<worn about waist> (Glowing) A belt of stars
<wielded> (Glowing) (Humming) The Eye of the Storm
<floating nearby> (Glowing) (Humming) an orb swirling with lightning
<tattooed> a golden star radiating light through a grey mist

You say 'What in the...'

Trillian glances at you.

look trillian
You see a diminutive creature. Its wings are multi-colored and lack any
discernible pattern. Its eyes are multi-colored both left and right and
with flecks throughout. Its clothes are multi-colored and so mismatched
that they almost certainly were intentionally selected to be displeasing to
the eye. Its hair is arranged in intricate braids. The braids are all
different lengths. All different widths. All different weaves. And the
roots attach to the scalp with no identifiable pattern from the head. A
single brand ascends from the crown of his head and falls forward over one
eye. It is wider then all the rest and is more intricately woven. The core
of the chord is bright pink in color and made of a 5-part weave. Encircling
and highlighting the braid is a double-helix that is also made of hair. The
left edge is a wispy white that looks fragile and dull. The right a radiant
silver that shines like the moon in the night sky. The two strands twist
about core riding along the grooves of the greater weave and passing over
each other time and time again. The braid ends at the base in a knot where
the core and the highlights all blend together becoming one. His pants are
so tight that a raised embossing of a heart with a V+T is clearly visible on
his left butt cheek. A black witch's hat sits atop his head. It is far too
large for a creature his size and as such drapes down over his entire head
until it rests up the ears pushing them flat. The mess of braids protrudes
from the bottom of the hat randomly and his eyes are so obscured by it that
you wonder if he can see at all. Just below the brim of the hat where his
eyes should be are dark circles of black eye liner. The makeup has bled and
runs down the pixie's cheeks in two broad lines.
He has done a fair amount of traveling.
Trillian is in excellent condition.

Trillian is using:
<used as light> (Unidentified) (Glowing) the Colourful Pennant of Scholar
<worn on finger> (Glowing) a banded ring
<worn on finger> (Humming) a ring of conjuration
<worn around neck> (Glowing) a brooch of life
<worn around neck> (Glowing) an amber amulet
<worn on head> a wicked witch's black hat
<worn on ear> a gaudy feather quill earring dripping onyx ink droplets
<worn on torso> a tight fitting green dragon scale shirt
<worn on arms> (Glowing) sleeves with red and white stripes
<worn on hands> fine leather gloves
<worn on legs> some tight-fitting hard leather pants
<worn on feet> (Glowing) (Humming) a pair of black energy hessians
<worn about body> the shroud of the maelstrom
<worn about waist> (Humming) a prankster's utility belt (closed)
<worn around wrist> (Glowing) (Humming) a bracelet of blood
<worn around wrist> (Invis) an exquisite bracer
<wielded two-handed> (Glowing) (Humming) a giant golden-banded staff
<floating nearby> (Humming) a bloodstone of power

Trillian looks at you.

Trillian looks at himself.

Trillian giggles.

Trillian says 'You too!'

You say 'Can you remove that pennant?'

Trillian shakes his head.

Trillian utters the words, 'uoculoihuyl'.

You say 'I cannot either!'

Trillian says 'That is why I said it cost me the Limelight!'

Trillian says 'Odder still, I can identify it with my guild magic but not with the tears.'

Trillian utters the words, 'hzabrag ay zhpzf'.

Avenar sighs and the notebook appears again with a scribble following.

Trillian says to you 'I think I see a solution for yourself though.'

Trillian says to you 'Just go ahead and demote yourself.'

Trillian says 'The realm only needs one High Herald anyway.'

Trillian hums innocently.

You say 'This is outrageous.'

Trillian says 'It is frustrating? Is it not?'

Trillian says 'I have this ring of decay as well that I cannot get rid of!'

Trillian says 'Two items that curse me so!'


[More banter on the difficulty of removing items]


Trillian says 'Actually, perhaps another time. I really must be going.'

You nod.

Trillian says to you 'So, are you my patron now?'

You say 'You have plenty to do now.'

You say 'Patron? I am just a guide.'

Trillian says 'I confess, I am not very clear on this whole religion thing you Serin folk do.'

Trillian giggles.

Trillian says 'A guide to where?'

You say 'You need not conflate religion with being the High Herald. This is your journey.'

Trillian says 'Very encouraging!'

Trillian nods.

Trillian nods.

Trillian says 'Well then, I suppose I will away then.'

Trillian says 'Do let me know if something urgently needs my attention!'

You say 'Of course.'

Trillian says to you 'And try to be a little nicer. Can't be scaring away all the new recruits!'

You say 'I am nice!'

Trillian says to you 'Sure, sure. Just smile a bit more. Tell a joke!'

You say 'I know jokes...'

Trillian says 'Yeah... but, you know, a joke joke. Not a historian joke.'

You say 'Oh.'

Trillian claps you on the shoulder.

Trillian says 'I believe in you!'

Trillian smiles happily.

You say 'I knew I could get you to believe in gods.'

Trillian dashs about brushing the remaining pixie dust off his desk.

Trillian winces in agony.

Trillian says 'I shall regret this defeat to the end of my days!'

Trillian giggles.

Trillian plops down in his chair dejectedly.

Trillian winks suggestively at you.

You say 'Until next we meet then.'