<SCHOLAR> Serra: A message from your servant Thu Apr 22 22:43:38 2021 To: Kedaleam My dear Lord Kedaleam,
Long have I been your humble servant. I have tried to guide those around me toward leading peaceful, fulfilled lives, such life as the element of Water has always instilled in me. Toward the end of my days I have entrusted a number of lost souls to your care. It is my strongest hope that you will be able to guide the darker of them toward the Light, and to hope, and salvation.
I am sorry sir, for I will not be able to serve your grace much longer. My mortal frame grows weakened with age, though my faith has only ever grown stronger. Without you I might never have rescued Markus, nor returned from Acadia with such understanding of Serin and its place in the greater network of realms.
I cannot say I understand the Law much better than I did as a young girl, for the more I read of it, the more complex it became. I am sorry that I have failed in that while serving you.
There are things in Serin I shall never understand, but I realize now that no mortal should know all things. Instead, it is the not-knowing, the mystery, that has thrilled me many a time as I explored these lands.
And so I would feel at rest knowing I have not learned everything, so long as I know that I have served you as well as a simple giant could.
Yours in devotion, Serra
[50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Holy Matriarch of Healing, Doyenne of Physical [ Fire ] Trunnon the Gladiator [ Duerg ] <PK> Revanse the Hand of an Immortal [ Quasi ] Praoli the Shaman of Fire [ Human ] <PK> [KNIGHT] Dame Rhoa the Executor of Valour, Sun's Embrace [ Human ] Chaddius the Master of the South Wind Players found: 6 [KNIGHT] Light shall prevail throughout the lands. There are 6 characters on; the most on this past month was 14.
Celestial Fountain o-o-o | You stand in the heart of a beautiful and well-kept garden, | | its perimeter fenced off by heavily laden rose bushes. The o | roses are a multitude of colours, ranging from pinks to | | reds to whites. The longer your stay here the sweeter the @-o | fragrance seems to get. In the very centre of the garden | you see a tall fountain trickling its water down into a | small pond. East of here you hear the gentle buzzing of | bees gathering pollen. | ---------+
[Exits: east] A beautiful fountain gushing water flows here. An elite storm giant stands here protecting the territory.
A peacemaker longsword pierces into the ground nearby with Kedaleam attached to the hilt. Kedaleam sits down on the ground. You bow before him. You say 'Greetings, my Lord.' Kedaleam says 'Well hello.'
[50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Holy Matriarch of Healing, Doyenne of Physical [ Fire ] Trunnon the Gladiator [ Duerg ] <PK> Revanse the Hand of an Immortal [ Quasi ] Praoli the Shaman of Fire [53 H-Elf ANG] [JUSTICE] [Water] [Law] Kedaleam Adwalitrem the Sovereign of Law [ Human ] <PK> [KNIGHT] Dame Rhoa the Executor of Valour, Sun's Embrace [ Human ] Chaddius the Master of the South Wind Players found: 7 [KNIGHT] Light shall prevail throughout the lands. There are 7 characters on; the most on this past month was 14.
You say 'It is wonderful to see you.' You rest. Kedaleam says 'You as well.' Kedaleam says 'I've read your scroll.' You nod. Kedaleam says 'In what way have you become weakened?' You say 'I am simply aging, sir.' Kedaleam says 'Becoming more wise, some might say.' You chuckle politely. You say 'The wisdom within me is that of others. I have been blessed to know many.' Kedaleam says 'Wisdom, nonetheless.' You nod. Kedaleam says 'And you've acquired it, through your travels.' Kedaleam says 'And interactions with others.' You say 'Such chances have been the joy of my existence.' Kedaleam says 'Do you feel the element of Water has been a good fit for you?' You say 'It has always comforted me. Since a child I felt a natural affinity for it.' You say 'It flows within all of us, providing us with our vitality.' Rhoa tells you 'Hello, my friend!' You tell Rhoa 'Greetings, Executor!' You say 'Once Wylsin told me that it is also the most dangerous element.' You say 'For it can wear down fortresses over time, and cannot be stopped.' Kedaleam agrees absolutely. A harmless butterfly flies in. Kedaleam looks at a harmless butterfly.
Small but beautiful wings extend from its minute body, splashed with colour and patterns that are like none seen anywhere. As it flutters around the wind picks it up and drifts it southwards, its goal to fly north made forever impossible. The soft beating of its wings is no match for the power of the stormy breeze and it is strewn around wherever the gale decides to take it. A harmless butterfly is in excellent condition.
You smile at it. Kedaleam smiles happily. You say 'That butterfly reminds me of myself, a bit.' You chuckle politely. Kedaleam says 'Just floating around the world?' You nod. Kedaleam chuckles politely. You say 'When I was a young girl, all I wished to know was where I came from.' You say 'I never did learn it, but I learned so much more.' Rhoa tells you 'How have your studies been coming along?' You tell Rhoa 'They are winding down now, I think.' Kedaleam says 'Do you still seek out the puzzle?' You say 'I do not know where to look any longer. I have met almost every storm giant in the lands.' Rhoa tells you 'Oh? I believe that is the first time I've heard you say that!' Kedaleam nods. You tell Rhoa 'Indeed, it has been a long and busy road.' You say 'I suppose some questions are meant to be left unanswered.' Rhoa tells you 'Typically you delve into your studies with such conviction, I think that you will never cease them.' You tell Rhoa 'It is true, I often get quite carried away!' You say 'My Lord, have I served you well? I feel I only did what I knew to do, but often did not know if you approved.' Kedaleam says 'I approve of you, fully.' Kedaleam says 'I wished to take care of something I had been wanting to for a while with you.' Serra's eyes shimmer a bit with unbidden tears. Kedaleam says 'You've represented my ways as well as anyone could've asked.' You kneel in front of Kedaleam humbly. Kedaleam says 'So whether it's only for a moment or not. I have to do something.' You say 'Your blessing is all I need, my Lord.' Kedaleam says 'I can't have you go at any moment, without knowing how well you've represented it.' You are hungry. Your hunger injures you. Kedaleam stands up. Kedaleam utters the words, 'qcandusahz yaae'. A magic mushroom suddenly appears. Kedaleam sits down on the ground. You get a magic mushroom. You bow deeply. You eat a magic mushroom. Kedaleam says 'I know it's not a donut.' Kedaleam says 'I didn't stockpile.' Kedaleam coughs loudly. You chuckle politely. You say 'Do you stockpile donuts?' Kedaleam says 'When they are fresh, I like to grab a few handfuls.' You say 'Oh!' You ponder the question. You say 'I wonder who makes them.' A fluffy donut is carried by Vikka the serving girl You boggle at the concept. You say 'Vikka!' You boggle at yourself. Hmmm...intriguing. Kedaleam says 'She sells them, for sure.' Kedaleam says 'I don't know where they come from.' You say 'Ah, more mysteries of Serin!' Kedaleam says 'Or the ingredients.' Kedaleam winces in agony. You ponder the question. You say 'They do sell edible curiosities in that tavern.' Kedaleam says 'The Traveler's Rest has a... body... of odd delicacies.' You say 'Or odd delicacies made of bodies...' Yuck, try to cover your mouth next time! Kedaleam agrees absolutely. You say 'Cookies with eyes...' You groan loudly. You say 'I met a young Warlord who enjoys eyes, for some reason.' Kedaleam says 'Or the crackers...' Kedaleam shivers uncomfortably. You say 'I ought to send her some as a gift.' Kedaleam chuckles politely. Kedaleam says 'Odd.' You nod. You say 'She said Vlad's tasted like tomatoes.' You grimace painfully at the thought. Kedaleam says 'I imagine the texture is similar.' Serra turns a little green. You say 'Have the Justices been well, sir? I have not seen Llloyied or Solmundi in some time.' Kedaleam says 'They are a bit absent.' You say 'Llloyied once entrusted me a staff for safekeeping, but unfortunately a thief stole it.' You sigh. Kedaleam says 'A few new applicants have been around.' You nod. Kedaleam says 'So I'm hopeful. Oddly enough things seem relatively peaceful.' You say 'So they have.' Kedaleam says 'Then again, I don't see everything I suppose.' You say 'When I have been about, it has been only occasionally Dogran on his hunting sprees.' Kedaleam nods. You say 'He still attempts to reign in terror, though his followers keep losing their way.' You ponder the question. Kedaleam says 'Perhaps it is his leadership, or lack there of.' You say 'He has been speaking to me, privately.' You say 'The first time we spoke was because he wished to "duel" me. I offered to learn about his story instead.' Kedaleam says 'And he spoke of his desire to be a Warlord?' You say 'And so he told me of his youth and how he came to join the Legion. I do not think he had ever spoken of it before.' You let out a hearty laugh. You say 'A Warlord, sir?' You say 'I fear that was never on his mind.' Kedaleam says 'I mean, he wanted to duel you.' Kedaleam chuckles politely. You say 'I assume that was simply his pet name for death at his hands.' You say 'He said he has had dreams since he left his village, of standing in darkness and being filled with a power greater than his God.' You say 'The last time I saw him, he told me he recognized something connected to me in it.' You frown disapprovingly. You say 'I believe he wanted to change me.' Kedaleam says 'He is likely wishing to, yes.' Kedaleam says 'Forces like him use trickery and deceit.' You say 'I cannot deny I was tempted by the academic curiosity of such a thing.' You say 'Lord Davairus asked me once to query the public on their opinions of the definition of Evil.' You say 'As I wrote my own response, I realized I did not truly know anything about Evil.' You say 'But I asked my mentors and colleagues, Wylsin, Lumubella, and Ilromie - they all declared I should be cautious.' Kedaleam says 'It can overwhelm you.' You say 'And I cannot go against the will of the one I love.' You nod. You say 'Still, the way to peace, I think, is mutual understanding.' You say 'Such is what I wrote, and Rhoa said it gave her food for thought.' Kedaleam nods. Kedaleam says 'I imagine it did.' You say 'Although such food pales beside the Holy Sandwich of Ceridwel.' Heh. Kedaleam chuckles politely. You say 'It was while thinking on such things, on temptation and truth that I wrote the book of teachings from my mentors.' Kedaleam coughs loudly. Kedaleam says 'I never did ask, is that something you wanted?' Kedaleam says 'Being an adept, that is.' You say 'Oh!' You say 'So I am!'
/@============================================================- | \ | Serra the Holy Matriarch of Healing, Doyenne of Physical, follower of Kedaleam| | Adept of Water, Rank Doyenne of <SCHOLAR> | | You are 60 years old (777 hours, 128h:05m of bloodshed) | | | | Race: Storm Hometown: Seringale Health: 842/842 | | Sex: Female Alignment: Good Mana: 1066/1066 | | Class: Healer Ethos: Neutral Move: 419/419 | \ -------------------------------------------/ | | | Streng: 24 (24+0) Rating: Good Weight: 545/575 | | Intell: 17 (17+0) Level: 50 Pracs: 5 | | Wisdom: 17 (17+0) Exp tnl: 21060 Trains: 1 | | Dexter: 16 (16+0) Guildpoint: 3/3 Items: 26/33 | | Consti: 21 (21+0) Gold: 1950 Wimpy: 10 hp | | Luck: Changing Hunger: [*****] Thirst: [***--] | | | | Condition: A few cuts and bruises | ------------------------------------------ \ / | | Armor Vs Pierce: 236 Saving Throws | | Hitroll: 25 Vs Bash: 279 Afflictive: 108| | Damroll: 21 Vs Slash: 275 Maledictive: 108| | Vs Magic: 161 Mental: 108 | \==========================================================-/
Kedaleam mulls over the idea at hand. Please be patient. You say 'I... am honored sir!' You say 'I have learned from Lumubella and Alkas that adepts are meant to carry out the directives of their Gods.' You say 'Is there anything you would ask of me, sir?' Kedaleam says 'I don't ask anything of you at this moment.' You nod. Kedaleam says 'Different gods may request things of their followers.' You say 'I understand.' Kedaleam says 'I know you enjoy projects though, so I'll have to think of something.' You agree absolutely. You say 'While you think, I will work on a Book of Water.' You smile happily.
It starts to rain. Serra watches the rain pattering on the grass. You drink water from a celestial fountain. Kedaleam smiles happily. Kedaleam says 'Does Acomas give you a form of comfort?'
Many years on the battlefield have brought this warrior of the Light little reward or material gain and in his elder years he has returned to the town of his birth to live out the last few of them in peace. In honour of his many unsung deeds the mayoress of the town has granted him a small patch of land to tend and he resides here carefully sculpting it. From soldier to gardener, this man retains even now the fighting prowess of his youth. Acomas is in excellent condition.
Kedaleam says 'Or were you just down here for a drink when I came?' You let out a hearty laugh. You say 'I was exploring.' Kedaleam chuckles politely. Kedaleam nods. You say 'It was a suitable place though!' Kedaleam says 'A beautiful place it is.' You nod. You say 'The one who has given me the most comfort I think is my teacher, Korvoduin.' You say 'His presence is very calming.' Kedaleam says 'He helps the citizens of Seringale quite a bit.' You agree absolutely. You say 'So many patients.' Kedaleam says 'I always wonder how he doesn't become so overwhelmed.' Heh. You say 'He delegates work to us trainees, that we might learn to be as proficient as he.' Kedaleam agrees absolutely.
<MYSTIC> Glorwinda the Psi-Ascetic: 'The winds welcome your return, Ocelia the Grand Spectre of Beguilement, Oracle of Fundamental.' <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'Greetings, miss!' <MYSTIC> (Oracle) Ocelia: 'Hello, Serra!' <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'How have you been?' <MYSTIC> (Oracle) Ocelia: 'Pretty good.' <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'I am glad to hear it.'
You say 'I wonder... do you know what happens to us when we pass on? Sir Alkas said the Spirit continues when the body can no longer.'
<MYSTIC> (Oracle) Ocelia: 'What of yourself, besides what you mentioned in your note?'
[ 67]: <SCHOLAR> Serra: A request Fri Apr 23 04:44:53 2021 To: Ocelia Dear Ocelia,
As I grow old, I feel my strength waning. Soon I shall no longer have the energy needed to visit Acadia. It comforts me that there are those who might carry on the care of it, and of the visitors in my garden. I am glad to have come to know you, dear. Your curiosity for writing lores and exploring the far reaches of Serin reminds me of my mentor Ethaac and my younger self.
I have but one request to ask of you, and that is to pursue your dreams, no matter what life throws at you. You shall find them waiting there, past all of the clamor of the day-to-day. When I was young, I hated sitting still and training to clear my mind. Markus and Korvoduin both would attest to it. But in my elder years I find the stillness is where the greatest ideas make themselves known. I believe you have such seeds hidden, should you simply shine a light on them for them to grow.
Warmly, Serra
Kedaleam says 'I like that thought.' Kedaleam says 'Though I'm not sure if anyone really KNOWS.' You nod. Kedaleam says 'To know, would be to pass on.' Kedaleam says 'We would need to speak to someone that has come back.' Kedaleam says 'And even then, what would you remember?' Kedaleam says 'Would you remember?' You nod. You say 'It is a question for the ages.' Kedaleam says 'Sort of THE question.' Kedaleam says 'Really.' You say 'I have been imagining it might feel something like when I stepped into the darkness in Acadia.' You say 'All senses, all connections, suddenly severed.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'I have been well. Spending time the best I can.' <MYSTIC> (Oracle) Ocelia: 'Aye.'
Kedaleam says 'Perhaps.' Kedaleam says 'So you were at least aware of the seperation?' You say 'Perhaps, like in Acadia, all of our memories are consumed and reformed into the new consciousness.' You say 'When I stepped through there, I knew I was leaving all of my friends behind. And I felt the loss of my senses keenly.' You say 'It shocked me then, how still everything was.' Kedaleam nods. Ocelia walks in. You smile at her. Ocelia says 'I hope I am not interrupting anything.' Ocelia smiles happily. You say 'I am imagining what the afterlife might be like.' You chuckle politely. Ocelia says 'Oh my.'
<SCHOLAR> Xerties the Sage: 'The winds welcome your return, Varliv, Supreme Magistrate of Serin.'
Kedaleam chuckles politely. You say 'It would be a beautiful thing if we could remember all the lives we lived before.' You say 'But perhaps it would throw off the balance of Serin.' Kedaleam says 'And what of the lives that were tough to live?' You say 'One might learn from them, and grow stronger.' Kedaleam says 'You would hope so.' You nod. You say 'I do.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'Greetings, Lord Varliv!' <SCHOLAR> Varliv: 'Alo der.'
You say 'Ah, my Lord, there is one thing...' Yuck, try to cover your mouth next time! Kedaleam nods. You say 'Lord Varliv has granted me an extreme amount of favor, thinking it would upset you.'
<SCHOLAR> Varliv: 'Any ding ma need halps?' <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'I have no issues at the moment, thank you sir!'
You say 'I fear it would take me another lifetime to catch up the difference with sacrifices.' Kedaleam chuckles politely. You say 'But rest assured you are the only Immortal I worship sir!' Kedaleam says 'He certainly did, didn't he. With the favor that is.' Kedaleam says 'There is no issue with it.' Serra heaves a sigh of relief.
>>> Ocelia and Varliv get into a long discussion about Consortium matters
[51 Duerg HER] <PK> <SCHOLAR> [Arcane] Earl Varliv Greybeard, Supreme Magistrate of Serin [ Pixie ] <PK> <MYSTIC> (Oracle) Duchess Ocelia the Grand Spectre of Beguilement, Oracle of Fundamental [ Minot ] Senol Somak the Bludgeoner [50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Paradigm of Water, Doyenne of Physical [53 H-Elf ANG] [JUSTICE] [Water] [Law] Kedaleam Adwalitrem the Sovereign of Law [ Human ] <PK> [KNIGHT] Dame Rhoa the Executor of Valour, Sun's Embrace Players found: 6 [KNIGHT] Light shall prevail throughout the lands. There are 6 characters on; the most on this past month was 14.
You say 'I will serve you to the best of my ability until I can go no further.' You bow before him. Kedaleam nods. Serra pulls out an enormous sheaf of papers. You bat your eyelashes. Kedaleam says 'Sorry I sort of got taken away from the conversation.' You say 'I will begin I think with the stream where Thoom has gone to rest.' You smile happily. You say 'It is no worry, my Lord. I have my duty before me.' Kedaleam nods. You say 'Thank you for the honor.' Kedaleam says 'Do take care of yourself.' You bow before him.
>>> Serra heads back to the Ford and begins drafting up the Book of Water.
Along a small stream o-o-o | The water is clear, cold and refreshing. It only seems to | | | | be a few feet deep at the most. The water runs rapidly along o-o-o-o-o| its course running over rather large pebbles with ease. A | | | | few varieties of fish swim lazily about here. ~-~-@ | | | | | ---------+
[Exits: north west]
Rhoa rides in on a mustang. A paladin trainee swims in. A mighty gules lion swims in. You smile at her. Rhoa dismounts from a mustang. Rhoa curtsies gracefully for you. Rhoa looks at you. You say 'How have you been?' Rhoa says 'Oh, just fine and dandy, thank you!' You nod. Rhoa says 'Would you have use for this ring?' You say 'It is a nice one.' Rhoa gives you a dragonblood pewter spiral. Rhoa gives you a shimmering chainmail surcoat of the pools. Rhoa smiles happily. You thank Rhoa heartily. Rhoa says 'You can do what you please with them!' You say 'These are quite generous, thank you.' Rhoa says 'You are welcome.' Rhoa curtsies gracefully. Rhoa jigs about furiously. You bow deeply. Rhoa says 'I keep you in mind as I journey about.' Rhoa smiles happily. Rhoa waves at you cheerfully. You say 'You are too kind, miss!' You wave. Rhoa swims north. A mighty gules lion swims north. A paladin trainee swims north.
A messenger arrives and hands you a NOTE.
[ 68]: [KNIGHT] Rhoa: The Blazing Sun Sat Apr 24 18:39:07 2021 To: All Greetings, inhabitants of Serin! I wish for you all to enjoy the glory of the Sun, and Ceridwel's many blessings! It shines brightly, its warmth is comforting and inviting. The Knights of Valour continue to battle the evil that tries to poison these lands, as that evil is never ending. We must perceiver in matching those efforts of the darkness. Warriors of Light, Valour calls your name! We welcome applications from all guildhalls that allow entry to those of the Light. If your values align with the Virtues, and your hearts desire is to join in our journey, please send your application scroll to Knights.
Dame Rhoa the Executor of Valour, Sun's Embrace
You tell Rhoa 'A most inspirational missive, Executor!' Rhoa tells you 'Thank you, Serra!'
>>> With the last of her time, Serra divides her remaining energy between aiding the young and working on her book.
[ Elf ] Lerildric the Executor of Blizzards, Squire of Rhoa [ Human ] Tei Cori the Master of the Body [51 Duerg HER] <PK> <SCHOLAR> [Arcane] Earl Varliv Greybeard, Supreme Magistrate of Serin [ Minot ] Senol Somak the Bludgeoner [50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Paradigm of Water, Doyenne of Physical [ Human ] <PK> [KNIGHT] Dame Rhoa the Executor of Valour, Sun's Embrace Players found: 6 [KNIGHT] Light shall prevail throughout the lands. There are 6 characters on; the most on this past month was 14.
You tell Rhoa 'Should your squires have need of aid with hunting, I gladly offer my assistance.' Rhoa tells you 'Very kind of you!'
>>> Rhoa and Serra aid Lerildric for several ranks, before Kyrah interrupts the hunt. Lerildric then departs, followed by both Rhoa and Kyrah. Serra goes back to working on her book.
The River Adelon West | A gentle current seems to be trying to carry you off eastwards | down the river. The flow of the water is fairly quick here, | its waters running eastwards so gracefully that it becomes | almost hypnotizing to look upon them. As you gaze they seem ~-~-@-~-~| to have the opposite effect, giving you the illusion that | || you are travelling upstream rather than down. ~ ~| | | ~ | ---------+
[Exits: east south west]
Lumubella tells you 'Hullo, Dearie.'
[ Dwarf ] <PK> [KNIGHT] Dame Lumubella Stoutheart the Touch of Serendipity, Archon of Valour [ Duerg ] <PK> Auhla the Unseen [50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Paradigm of Water, Doyenne of Physical [ Half ] Marroc Underfoot the Quick-Blade [ Human ] Madroic the Scholar of Imposition [51 Duerg HER] <PK> <SCHOLAR> [Arcane] Earl Varliv Greybeard, Supreme Magistrate of Serin Players found: 6 [KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms. There are 6 characters on; the most on this past month was 14.
You tell Lumubella 'Greetings, my love.' Lumubella tells you 'Paradigm of water, have you become the hand of your lord?' You tell Lumubella 'He has gifted me with an unexpected honor.' Lumubella tells you 'Unexpected only by you.' You tell Lumubella 'Even so... I find myself with another task to complete before I can rest.' Lumubella tells you 'Life is always the next burden.' You tell Lumubella 'It holds on so.' You tell Lumubella 'I asked my Lord if he knew what came after. And he said he does not know either. Does it mean Immortals would not know the truth of death, for they cannot die?' Lumubella tells you 'Having not died, it would make sense they have no knowledge of it.' You tell Lumubella 'Hmm.'
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Lumubella tells you 'It seems quiet, again.' You tell Lumubella 'It was busier earlier.' Lumubella tells you 'Oh?' You tell Lumubella 'While Rhoa and I assisted young Lerildric with his hunt, Kyrah came knocking. It turns out she is a Keeper.' Lumubella tells you 'Other than the stone giant, they dont seem ter be gunnin' fer me.' Lumubella tells you 'How did that go?' You tell Lumubella 'They skirmished with no end result.' You tell Lumubella 'But I was able to assist Lerildric to his forty-second title, at least.'
[ Elf ] Lerildric the Regent of Ancient Wisdom, Squire of Rhoa [ Dwarf ] <PK> [KNIGHT] Dame Lumubella Stoutheart the Touch of Serendipity, Archon of Valour [50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Paradigm of Water, Doyenne of Physical [ Half ] Marroc Underfoot the Quick-Blade [ Human ] Madroic the Scholar of Imposition [51 Duerg HER] <PK> <SCHOLAR> [Arcane] Earl Varliv Greybeard, Supreme Magistrate of Serin Players found: 6 [KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms. There are 6 characters on; the most on this past month was 14.
>>> Oh bother, he's back. So much for writing.
Lumubella tells you 'Care to join us in Shadun?' You tell Lumubella 'Of course, my dear.'
>>> The new squire seems quite prone to rash decisions. Serra thinks to herself that Lumubella and Rhoa will have much teaching to do. As they progress with the hunt, he spies one of the younger shamans who have joined the Justice cabal.
Lumubella tells the group 'I fear I must take my leave.' Lerildric tells the group 'I fear I have to kill a Justice.' Lumubella tells the group 'Not a bad bit o' work.' You tell your group 'So it was.' Lumubella tells the group 'I believe they will be ranking.' Lerildric tells the group 'My thanks to you both.' You tell your group 'Be careful, squire.'
[ Duerg ] <PK> Revanse the Hand of an Immortal [ Duerg ] <PK> Auhla the Unseen [ Quasi ] [JUSTICE] Praoli the Shaman of Fire [ Elf ] <PK> Lerildric the Wizard of Warfare, Squire of Rhoa [ Dwarf ] <PK> [KNIGHT] Dame Lumubella Stoutheart the Touch of Serendipity, Archon of Valour [50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Paradigm of Water, Doyenne of Physical Players found: 6 [KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms. There are 6 characters on; the most on this past month was 14.
Lumubella tells the group 'Revanse, Auhla, Praoli with the hunt.' Lumubella tells the group 'You can recall from above us, I believe.' Lerildric tells the group 'Aye.' Lerildric tells the group 'You can.'
Lumubella's group. Overlord: a huge shadowspawn [- ] [50 Hea] Lumubella 100% hp 62% mana 100% mv 520821 xp Kills: 50 [46 Inv] Lerildric 100% hp 36% mana 49% mv 504634 xp Kills: 31 [50 Hea] Serra 100% hp 77% mana 100% mv 556140 xp Kills: 56 * [24 Pet] A very handsome corgi 100% hp 100% mana 100% mv 6360 tnl (Lumubella) * [ 7 Pet] A brown-banded chick 100% hp 100% mana 100% mv 2595 tnl
>>> The Knights discuss various administrative matters.
[ Duerg ] <PK> [JUSTICE] Revanse the Hand of an Immortal [ Duerg ] <PK> Auhla the Unseen [ Quasi ] [JUSTICE] Praoli the Shaman of Fire [ Elf ] <PK> Lerildric the Wizard of Warfare, Squire of Rhoa [ Dwarf ] <PK> [KNIGHT] Dame Lumubella Stoutheart the Touch of Serendipity, Archon of Valour [50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Paradigm of Water, Doyenne of Physical Players found: 6 [KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms. There are 6 characters on; the most on this past month was 14.
You tell your group 'Another Justice.' Lumubella nods. Lumubella says 'Well, things will be interesting.' You nod. You say 'I hope they will not be too troublesome for you.' You frown disapprovingly. Lumubella says 'Shaman are more annoying than troublesome.' You say 'There are so many.' Lumubella nods. Lumubella says 'A byproduct o the guild teachin' em to shrink heads.' You nod.
[ Duerg ] <PK> [JUSTICE] Revanse the Hand of an Immortal [ Duerg ] <PK> Auhla the Unseen [ Quasi ] [JUSTICE] Praoli the Shaman of Fire [ Elf ] <PK> (INTRUDER) Lerildric the Wizard of Warfare, Squire of Rhoa [ Dwarf ] <PK> [KNIGHT] Dame Lumubella Stoutheart the Touch of Serendipity, Archon of Valour [50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Paradigm of Water, Doyenne of Physical Players found: 6 [KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms. There are 6 characters on; the most on this past month was 14.
You say 'He...intrudes?' You bury your face in your palm with a sigh. Lumubella shakes her head. Lumubella says 'I truly must go.' You nod. Lumubella waves happily. You stop following Lumubella. Lumubella has left the realms. The healer guild banner crumbles into dust. Lumubella has left the group. You become the group leader. A very handsome corgi slowly disappears.
You say 'This will likely not go well.'
[ Duerg ] <PK> [JUSTICE] Revanse the Hand of an Immortal [ Quasi ] [JUSTICE] Praoli the Shaman of Fire [ Elf ] <PK> (INTRUDER) Lerildric the Wizard of Warfare, Squire of Rhoa [50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Paradigm of Water, Doyenne of Physical Players found: 4 [KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms. There are 4 characters on; the most on this past month was 14.
[ Duerg ] <PK> [JUSTICE] Revanse the Hand of an Immortal [ Quasi ] [JUSTICE] Praoli the Shaman of Fire [50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Paradigm of Water, Doyenne of Physical Players found: 3 [KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms. There are 3 characters on; the most on this past month was 14.
You chuckle politely. You say 'Thankfully, not that much of a fool.'
>>> Time passes. Serra completes her chapters on Springs and Streams, but feels still uninspired by Rivers.
A circlet of river water is carried by Britus, the Cleric of Storms
You say 'Hmm.'
>>> Back to Winter... Serra starts battling the massive ranger barring the entrance to the Barren Wilderness.
Josymba tells you 'Are you having fun?' You tell Josymba 'I am indeed. Is there something I may help you with?' Josymba tells you 'Oh, maybe. I was just seeing if you were doing fun stuff.' You tell Josymba 'I am attempting to reach the river in the Barren Wilderness so that I may write a book chapter.' You tell Josymba 'You are welcome to join me if you like.' You invite Josymba to join your group. Josymba now follows you. Josymba joins the group. Josymba tells the group 'I just need to punch this guy in the face a couple of times real quick.' You tell your group 'Whose face?'
Serra's group: [50 Hea] Serra 100% hp 100% mana 100% mv 556140 xp Kills: 3 [50 Mon] Josymba 100% hp 96% mana 95% mv 585123 xp Kills: 0 * [50 Chm] A spotted owl 100% hp 100% mana 100% mv (in Seringale)
Josymba tells the group 'He calls himself the Master of Rivers.' You tell your group 'Oh? Hmm.' You tell your group 'Who is this Master of Rivers?' Josymba tells the group 'He's basically a guy who wears nice shoes but won't share with nobody unless you punch him a few times.' You tell your group 'Oh.' You tell your group 'Where does he reside?' Josymba tells the group 'In the Drkshtyre Wood, near the banks of a river.' You tell your group 'Ah, indeed.' You tell your group 'I am currently researching rivers. If he tells you any secrets, I would be interested to learn them.' Josymba tells the group 'So far, he said "owww" and "eek"' You tell your group 'Very enlightening.' Josymba tells the group 'But I'll keep listening.' Josymba tells the group 'Have you seen any bacon around here?'
An abandoned flat | A flat, smooth rocky ledge is here that is peculiarly | void of any snow upon its surface. A flimsy wooden guard o o| rail has been constructed and put to the edge of the | || flat. Human inhabitance is definitely present here - or x-x-@-o-o| something humanoid at any rate. | | | | ---------+
[Exits: north east west] Josymba is resting here.
You say 'Oh! Hello.' You smile happily. Josymba waves happily. Josymba stands up. You say 'I have not, but I may ask Lord Kedaleam to provide.' A slab of bacon suddenly appears. Josymba says 'Oh, there's some!' Josymba gets a slab of bacon. You agree absolutely.
>>> With Josymba's aid, this goes much quicker. Serra and Josymba quickly advance to the End of the River.
Josymba tells the group 'Maybe a friendly duel if we both have time for it after your river stuff.' You tell your group 'Oh dear.' Josymba tells the group 'The people that like telling other people what to do told me to have some more duels.' You tell your group 'I understand duels mean a great deal to Warlords.' Josymba tells the group 'Yeah, there's all kind of ways for a girl to test herself against the world. They just get hung up on that one way.' Josymba tells the group 'It's a good way and all, but it just ain't the only one.' You tell your group 'How would you test yourself instead?' Josymba tells the group 'Could be fishin.' You let out a hearty laugh. You tell your group 'The largest fish ever fished?'
End of the River | A river of ice flows slowly northwards, its surface covered | in a thin layer of snow. It seems to have once been a glacier | but time has melted away most of it leaving a stream of | water with little left intact. Trapped below in the ice @-~ | you see a few creatures that have fallen into it, their | | bodies preserved over the ages. Whether accidental death ~ | or intentional is unclear, though the otherwise calm nature | | of this place doesn't give much indication of any murder ~ | taking place here. Reeds frozen in the ice sprout from ---------+ the sides of the river. It seems to have once been a place of baptism.
[Exits: east] (White Aura) A powerful storm giant rests peacefully in the water.
This giant has been here for a thousand years, resting unmoving and peacefully in the same place. One can only wonder why he chooses to stay in this river so often. Some markings on his chest suggest clerical origins although he clearly no longer bothers to follow them. He sits with the poise of a thinker, his fist rested on his chin and gazing down at the ground. As you walk in he barely notices you. Almost as if he didn't know you arrived. Britus, the Cleric of Storms is in excellent condition.
Britus, the Cleric of Storms is using: <used as light> (Magical) (Glowing) (Humming) 'Angelus', the Sceptre of Divine Virtue <worn on head> (Invis) (Magical) (Glowing) (Humming) a circlet of river water <held> (Glowing) (Humming) a long, brazen dagger
Britus, the Cleric of Storms places a circlet of river water on the ground. You thank Britus, the Cleric of Storms for the kindness it has shown and meditate for a while upon the goodness you have seen. You rest.
Josymba tells the group 'Or getting people to cheer in that circus tent.' Josymba tells the group 'Or fighting a shadowspawn over a cloak.' Josymba tells the group 'Or whatever.'
You finally complete your meditation.
End of the River | A river of ice flows slowly northwards, its surface covered | in a thin layer of snow. It seems to have once been a glacier | but time has melted away most of it leaving a stream of | water with little left intact. Trapped below in the ice @-~ | you see a few creatures that have fallen into it, their | | bodies preserved over the ages. Whether accidental death ~ | or intentional is unclear, though the otherwise calm nature | | of this place doesn't give much indication of any murder ~ | taking place here. Reeds frozen in the ice sprout from ---------+ the sides of the river. It seems to have once been a place of baptism.
[Exits: east] A shining bright circlet lies on the ground. Josymba the Grand Mistress of Seasons is here. (White Aura) A powerful storm giant rests peacefully in the water.
Object 'riversong legendary water circlet' is type armor, material water. Extra flags: glow hum invis magic anti_evil. Light armor to be worn on the head. Weight is 10 lbs, value is 1, level is 50. Armor class is 11 pierce, 12 bash, 12 slash, and 10 vs. magic. Modifies intelligence by 2. Modifies wisdom by 2. Modifies health by 20. Unique item.
You examine a circlet of river water closely. Object is type armor, material water. Weight is 11, value is 1, unit value is 0, level is 55. This item originated from Barren Wilderness. Light armor to be worn on the head. Armor class is 12 pierce, 13 bash, 13 slash, and 11 vs. magic. There's a nice sheen to a circlet of river water. Unique item.
You ponder the question. You say 'It does not say much.' You sigh.
You give a circlet of river water to Britus, the Cleric of Storms. You are no longer overburdened by weight. Britus, the Cleric of Storms says 'Thanks. I hope you found it useful.' Britus, the Cleric of Storms wears a circlet of river water on its head.
Josymba says 'What did you think it would say?' You say 'I am writing a book about the different forms of Water.' You say 'My current chapter is on Rivers.' You say 'I do not know what I was expecting... just hoping for clues.' You say 'I have found a few rivers so far, but likely not all of them.' You say 'So many of them do not have names.' Josymba says 'That's funny because people like naming everything.' You nod. You say 'Perhaps they once had them and were forgotten.' Josymba says 'Could be.' You sigh. Josymba says 'Anything else to learn from this one?' You say 'It is my life's work, to try to keep records so that people remember.' Lightning flashes in the sky. You shake your head. You say 'We may return home now.'
>>> Here is where Serra and Josymba hold their interminable duel in the Ford. Ultimately, Josymba's lack of bacon gets to her.
>>> More time passes. Serra meets a young elf named Keriel, shows him around the realms, introduces him to the Consortium and offers him two books: the Book of Teachings and the Serin Mystique. As he departs, Serra returns to working on the Book of Water when she has a revelation.
[ Duerg ] <PK> [JUSTICE] Revanse the Holy Shaman [ Half ] Marroc Underfoot the Crime Boss [ Human ] Tei Cori the Master of the Body [ Human ] Chaddius the Master of the South Wind [ Elf ] Fenriel the Captain of Weaponry [50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Paradigm of Water, Doyenne of Physical [ Minot ] Senol Somak the Gladiator [ Elf ] Keriel Angolon the Novice of the Elements Players found: 8 [KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms. There are 8 characters on; the most on this past month was 14.
From: <SCHOLAR> Serra To: Ilromie Lumubella Subject: A remedy Content: --------------------------------------------------------------------------- My dears,
I have found a potential way to halt the aging process during my research. I have been working upon a book of the various forms of Water as a gift of gratitude for my Lord. The third chapter, on Rivers, brought me to the icy river in the Barren Wilderness, at the end of which rests Britus, the Cleric of Storms. Like me, he is a storm giant. And yet he has rested there, ageless, for a thousand years. Perhaps I, too, may learn such stillness, and enter stasis, rather than succumbing to mortality. But he does not speak, and the circlet upon his forehead does not share its secrets.
When I must part, I will attempt to meditate there. I pray that my learning will be enough. I fear what should happen if Alkas's beliefs were misled, for my Lord himself said none have ever returned from the Land of the Dead and remembered... The thought of parting forever from you, and the world we inhabit, fills me with too much sorrow.
>>> Serra also works on approving the histories of other rising youths.
Path of the Past <><><><><><><><> Ever since he could walk his has gotten into fights. Fighting was the way of life for his nomadic people. If you wanted food you fought the chef, the other kids in the tribe would fight each other to improve everyday. He enjoyed his life, carefree and fighting. Defeat or winning it mattered not to him. He just wanted to improve himself or try a new weapon or a new style. Once he grew of the age of an adult he decided to leave his tribe to find new challengers to test against.
From: <SCHOLAR> Serra To: Senol Subject: Your background Content: --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Senol,
I have found a few small errors in your background. If you would be willing to fix them, I may approve of it swiftly. They are: - In the first line, it should be "he has gotten into fights" not "his has gotten into fights" - In the third line, "every day" should be two words, not one
Warmly, Serra
Page 17, Book of Chaddius <><><><><><><><><><><><>< I often think back to the shattering. We had no warning, but we should have known better. Such is the result of pretending to be gods, leveraging the powers of the forbidden to attain an artificial strength. The world will always bring things back to balance. Well, we paid the price for our hubris. Oddly enough, there was no blood.... A flash of light, a massive explosion, and nothing else but the scorch marks and rended earth. Somehow I was spared. Was it fate, coincidence, the whim of the gods? I cannot say. But from that day on, I developed the resonance... And understood the cry of the world.
I have ever since been trying to develop a way to counteract the godlike powers of those who bear the relics of the gods. I keep telling myself I have faith in the balance the world brings us to, and also faith in the limitless potential of our indomitable will. Since puberty I have been honing my body and mind to its highest possible potential. I have attained several plateaus but believe there to be peaks of human development I have yet to even fathom. My current efforts have lead me to the Grandmaster of Monks and I adapt his teachings to my own.
From: <SCHOLAR> Serra To: Chaddius Subject: Your background Content: --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Chaddius,
Your background is quite intriguing. I should like to learn more about this "shattering" you mentioned within it. I find only one quite minor error in your text. When you have fixed it I will approve of your entry swiftly. - In the second to last line, "lead" should be "led"
Warmly, Serra
Senol tells you 'I have made the changes noted, thank you Scholar.' You tell Senol 'Very good sir!' Background entry approved.
It has been corrected. Some day we can speak on the truly horrific event that took everything from me and led me down this path.
Chaddius
Background entry approved.
>>> More time passes. Serra is still wrangling with book chapters. She starts to despair that she will never finish it before her time runs out.
[ Human ] Chaddius the Master of the South Wind [ Elf ] <PK> Cunnadd Wallstomper the Holy Knight [ Storm ] Adurant the Gladiator [ Duerg ] <PK> [JUSTICE] Revanse the Holy Shaman [50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Paradigm of Water, Doyenne of Physical [ Quasi ] Etheird the Novice [ Minot ] Senol Somak the Carver Players found: 7 [KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms. There are 7 characters on; the most on this past month was 13.
You tell Chaddius 'Greetings, sir! Have you time to speak?' Chaddius tells you 'YoOouh CAuhHghT mmmeh Inn THheh MiiDdle oof MY toOouhghhest tRaainNnIiNG ReGiMmMenn..' You tell Chaddius 'Good gracious!' Chaddius tells you 'Hahaheh! My toughest training regimen!' You tell Chaddius 'Perhaps another time, then?' Chaddius tells you 'Yes, yes another time. Normally I can crush the whole keg without feeling it. Strange.'
>>> Well, apparently he is not interested in telling his story.
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Untitled 1) The Source (see Springs) 2) Flows (see Streams, Rivers, Waterfalls) 3) Bodies (see Ponds, 3-2, 3-3) 4) The Sky (see 4-1, 4-2)
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Players near you in Seringale: <PK> Revanse Leather Shop <PK> Serra Entrance of the Healer Guild
Revanse walks in. A gruff old goat gallops in. Revanse looks at you. You say 'Greetings, sir.' Revanse nods.
The short stocky being before you appears to wallow in his own misery. As you look down at this disgusting figure, you see his bald head. Pus filled pustules pulsate with each beat of his heart and are strangely formed in a pentagram on his head. One of the active wounds spills a small amount of pus and blood down his beard. Your eyes lock to his, small beady eyes appear to be dead and roll back into his skull. His mouth is agape and you see missing teeth, and what teeth remain are yellow and chipped. Two white tonsil stones can be seen nearly overcoming your sense of smell. His tongue is blanketed with white bacteria and fungal spores. With each breath a smell of sulfur and almonds escaping every orifice from his body as if he is deteriorating internally and externally. His broad shoulders compliment his large hands with an elongated thumb nail on each hand. His nose appears to be badly broken and his cleft lip is brought together by a large bronze ring. In an effort of pure sadism a small vial of holy water hangs from his belt and slowly drips on his foot burning a hole with every step he takes. He is an experienced explorer. Revanse is in excellent condition.
Revanse says 'Greetings.' Revanse says 'The leggings from Akyua.' You say 'Hmm?' Revanse says 'I cannot remember the name.' You say 'Pompous pants or some such?' Revanse says 'Pants.' Revanse says 'That's it.' You say 'Pants of pomposity.' You agree absolutely. You say 'How have your patrols been, sir?' Revanse says 'Once I kill Xanthak I will feel better about things.' Revanse says 'Outside of that, it has been a strange few days.' You say 'Oh? How so?' Revanse says 'It is difficult to put into words.' Revanse says 'It has simply been strange.' You say 'I hope things settle down! New positions are always a little strange at first.' Revanse says 'The patrols are fine.' Revanse says 'Simply the beings here are strange.' You say 'Oh.' Revanse says 'But I am sure I will be betrayed again sooner or later.' You wince in agony. Revanse says 'I should expect it to be honest.' You say 'I do hope they do not, sir.' Revanse says 'We shall see.' You say 'My Lord Kedaleam has been speaking of bright prospects with you new recruits. I wish you the best in your endeavors.' You smile happily. Revanse nods. You say 'I will be off working on a book now, but if you have any need of me, do let me know!' You wave.
The Infirmary | This room is quite obviously where the sick and needy | are brought for the attention of the Healers, since the | walls are lined with beds and cots and are filled with | the injured and diseased. Soft cries and moans are sometimes @-G | punctuated by a shrill shriek of joy, as a patient discovers | | they have been fully restored, often brought back from + | the brink of death by the skilled practitioners that | | wander the room tending them. The entire infirmary is +-+-+-+-+| sheathed in polished white marble, and the normal sickly ---------+ smell and aura that is associated with a place where the sick are gathered is strangely absent here, and instead is replaced by a supreme aura of peace and tranquility. The guild hall can be reached to the east.
[Exits: east] A poor sick patient is lying here suffering. (White Aura) Korvoduin the healer guildmaster is here teaching the young priests. A young hawk flies in.
From: <SCHOLAR> Serra To: Consortium Subject: Cabal affairs: Justice Content: --------------------------------------------------------------------------- The halls of Justice have been fairly quiet with the noted absences of Commander Solmundi and his officers. Fortunately, my Lord Kedaleam has made his reappearance, and inducted two new shaman recruits, Revanse and Praoli. We now see them patrolling the streets of Seringale often. Thus far, not much criminal activity has been noted, although a few long-standing warrants still exist. The new recruits have been already put to the test by Dogran, which has made at least one of them feel a bit dour. But of course, one cannot let one's guard down with the Legion. With time, the mettle of our new recruits will be tested and honed. I hope they prove themselves worthy of my Lord's favor.
<MYSTIC> Glorwinda the Psi-Ascetic: 'The winds welcome your return, Wylsin the Sage of Arcane Power, Annotator of Arcane.'
[ Gnome ] <PK> <MYSTIC> (Annotator) Wylsin Plindane the Sage of Arcane Power, Annotator of Arcane [ Human ] Chaddius the Master of the South Wind [ Elf ] <PK> Cunnadd Wallstomper the Holy Knight [ Storm ] Adurant the Gladiator [ Duerg ] <PK> [JUSTICE] Revanse the Holy Shaman [50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Paradigm of Water, Doyenne of Physical [ Quasi ] Etheird the Ascetic [ Minot ] Senol Somak the Carver Players found: 8 [KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms. There are 8 characters on; the most on this past month was 13.
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'Greetings, sir!' <MYSTIC> (Annotator) Wylsin: 'Salutations Serra.' <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'How have you been?' <MYSTIC> (Annotator) Wylsin: 'Quite well. I am in possession of five of the Stones of Virtue.' <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'Ah, wonderful!' <MYSTIC> (Annotator) Wylsin: 'Do you plan to be about for a moderate length of time?' <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'I shall indeed.' <MYSTIC> (Annotator) Wylsin: 'Excellent. Revanse has requested my assistance slaying the Lich King. After we complete that I thought you might like to pay a visit to the winged guardian.' <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'Ah, indeed.' <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'I have already obtained the five stones and imbued a circlet of security.' <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'However it does not quite finish the quest, I wonder if I need to complete it with seven.'
>>> Serra and Wylsin join with Revanse to defeat Xanthak and retrieve the Stone of Virtue from the winged guardian. After this task is complete, they continue on to explore the Battlezone and attempt to solve the quest of the Stones of Virtue without success.
Wylsin says 'What other adventures can we undertake?' You ponder the question. You say 'Finding a pond?' Heh. Wylsin agrees absolutely. You say 'I am trying to write a book on different forms of water.' A small pond is in Clearing in the Woods Pond water is in Youth Springs Eternal A misted pond is in Youth Springs Eternal You say 'I have visited Youth Springs Eternal, and am curious about that other pond.'
>>> Off they go, scurrying around every forest in the lands. At long last, Wylsin finds it!
Clearing in the Woods | You stand at the edge of a large clearing in the middle | of the woods. A small pond lies to your left, and some o-S | fallen logs are stacked beside it. You can see both the | | western and the southern mountain ranges from here. To +-+-@-f-f| your west, an iron gate stands alone in a rubble. There | is another trail to the east back into the woods. | | | ---------+
[Exits: east west] A stagnant pond filled with creatures is here. A grey wolf stares blankly at you. (Translucent) (White Aura) Wylsin is resting here.
You boggle at the concept. Wylsin smiles happily. You bury your face in your palm with a sigh. You say 'I've been here before!' You let out a hearty laugh. You say 'It totally slipped my mind.' Wylsin chuckles politely.
A stagnant pond filled with creatures is here.
You say 'It's full of bugs.' Serra coughs and splutters as a bug flies into her mouth. Wylsin nods. Wylsin waves a gnat away. You say 'So far I have written about springs, streams, rivers and waterfalls.' You say 'I am hoping to write a book that may inspire young ones to embrace the path of Water.' Wylsin says 'I could see that being quite interesting.' You say 'There are so very few of us.' You say 'Lord Kedaleam has many followers, but all focus purely on the Law.'
[ Pixie ] Qryll the Composer [51 Geezr HER] <PK> <SCHOLAR> [Arcane] Earl Varliv Greybeard, Supreme Magistrate of Serin [ Gnome ] <PK> <MYSTIC> (Annotator) Wylsin Plindane the Sage of Arcane Power, Annotator of Arcane [50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Paradigm of Water, Doyenne of Physical Players found: 4 [KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms. There are 4 characters on; the most on this past month was 13.
You say 'I hope to complete it before I must perform an experimental ritual.' You chuckle politely. Wylsin says 'What of Sedgwick?' You say 'It is possible there are more followers of Sedgwick, but I cannot sense them myself.' Wylsin nods. A frightened orc yells 'For the Horde!' Wylsin raises an eyebrow. Wylsin scans all around. You say 'They still remember the ancient history of Greginsham, it seems.' Wylsin nods. Wylsin says 'Yet another elven stronghold razed.' You sigh. Wylsin says 'They certainly seem to have poor luck.' You say 'I wonder if it is because they are so forceful with their beliefs, or if their beliefs were caused by the harms done upon them.' Wylsin says 'Quite a paradox indeed.' You say 'Ilromie is an example of the latter, I think.' Wylsin says 'Perhaps so. Her feelings towards the Justice certainly have not softened.' You nod. You say 'I remember her from when I was a young girl. She was not fond of them then, but she still obeyed the law when they insisted.' You chuckle politely. Wylsin says 'It's hard to imagine such a disposition.' Wylsin chuckles politely. You say 'Back then her favorite rebellious act was dropping glasses on the floor of the Tavern when Solmundi wasn't looking.' You let out a hearty laugh. You say 'Such innocent days.' Wylsin smirks. Wylsin says 'So she has always had a rebellious streak.' You nod. You say 'She and I were almost polar opposites, but somehow we became friends.' You sigh. You say 'How time flies.' Wylsin says 'Does her disposition with regards to the Law cause you distress?' You say 'This is a good question.' You say 'When I was younger, I did not feel so close to my Lord.' You say 'It took me many years to develop my faith.' You say 'I chose the element of Water when I entered the Healer guild, not because I believed in Him, but because Water was the only element to which I felt a natural affinity.' Wylsin says 'Intriguing.' You say 'In fact I was not brought up to be religious.' You say 'Markus taught me about the Gods, when I was about seventeen.' Wylsin says 'The same Markus we healed a short time ago?' You say 'He taught me to heal, as he is a healer himself. Before that, I was in a circus, and before that, simply a village girl.' You nod. You say 'He and I have a long history.' Wylsin says 'So it would appear.' You say 'But he seems to have forgotten me... since the curse.' You say 'Even with its undoing, he no longer speaks my name.' You sigh. Wylsin says 'Such horrible illnesses can deplete the mind.' Wylsin says 'I would not take it personally.' You say 'I fear sometimes that it was the pain of the Esuna that drove the memories from his mind.' You say 'Those screams...!' You say 'But it cannot be helped, now.' Wylsin says 'His mind already appeared to have left him, from my perspective.' You wince in agony. Wylsin says 'Do not blame yourself.'
<MYSTIC> Wylsin NEWBIE chats: 'Salutations Keriel. Should you have any inquiries regarding these lands, please do not hesitate to posit them in this venue.' <SCHOLAR> Serra NEWBIE chats: 'Greetings again, Keriel!'
[ Elf ] <NEW> Keriel Angolon the Novice of the Elements [ Quasi ] <PK> [JUSTICE] Praoli the Holy Shaman [ Minot ] Senol Somak the Carver [ Gnome ] <PK> <MYSTIC> (Annotator) Wylsin Plindane the Sage of Arcane Power, Annotator of Arcane [50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Paradigm of Water, Doyenne of Physical Players found: 5 [KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms. There are 5 characters on; the most on this past month was 13.
Keriel NEWBIE chats: 'Evening, and thank you.' You smile happily. You say 'I spoke with Keriel previously.' Wylsin says 'Ah, excellent.' You say 'I told him about the Consortium and offered a couple books.' Wylsin nods. You say 'He said perhaps someday he should like to become a Mystic.' Wylsin smiles happily. Wylsin says 'I would be pleased to aid in his education.' You dazzle Wylsin with your smile. You say 'He does wish to learn how to be more effective with his spells.' You say 'You will be the perfect teacher.' Wylsin blushes.
>>> Keriel asks a question about armor.
An Immortal NEWBIE chats: 'The affects of armor class are something that is an ongoing process of being fleshed out. Likely not for you to worry about, but one day there will be a caster class very sensitive to losing concentration.'
You say 'Ooh.' Wylsin frowns. You say 'Intriguing.' Wylsin says 'Very, though I do not relish the idea of reconfiguring my wardrobe.' You say 'They speak of "a caster class". Not all?' Wylsin says 'I think they mean that those guilds who cast spells, and I would presume commune them, will be more susceptible to losing their concentration if encumbered by heavy armor.' You say 'Ahh.' You say 'That will make things quite interesting.' Wylsin says 'Although.' Wylsin says 'As I reflect on the Immortal's words, it could be that they meant there may come a specific guild that is vulnerable to such things.' Wylsin says 'So closer to your original interpretation.' You say 'That was my first thought.' You nod. Wylsin says 'Perhaps the fabled Psionicists.' You say 'If I should live to see one someday...' You say 'Alas, I fear I shall likely not.' Wylsin says 'Why do you say that?' You say 'I have been feeling my vitality draining of late. I believe it is a malady inherent to Storm giants.' You say 'The scrolls say we were not born to live peacefully, though I have embraced such a path fully myself.' You say 'The experimental ritual I spoke of earlier, is something I hope may halt or slow the aging process.' Wylsin sits down and thinks deeply. Wylsin says 'That is a most distressing pronouncement.' You nod. Wylsin says 'I should like to aid you in this research with all possible determination.' You say 'It took me several Renewals to come to terms with it.' You chuckle politely. You say 'It is a secret held by Britus, the Cleric of Storms.' You say 'Somehow, he has managed to live for a thousand years.' You say 'But he is in stasis, in the icy river of the Barren Wilderness.' Wylsin sits down and thinks deeply. Wylsin says 'I wonder if I could thaw him out.' Wylsin conjures a flame in his palm. You wince in agony. Wylsin says 'I am quite attuned to fire.' You say 'You are indeed, sir!' Wylsin says 'What further information do you require to complete your tome?' You say 'The other chapters before me, I have planned, are Lakes, Oceans; Clouds, and Mist; and several forms of Life.' Wylsin says 'I should like to provide additional information with the greatest of haste before your aforementioned malady progresses any further.' You say 'You are very kind, sir.' Wylsin says 'Does your ritual involve attempting to revive the Cleric of Storms?' You say 'I have only imagined mimicking his meditation, in hopes that it may put me in such a state.' Wylsin raises an eyebrow. You say 'If only he would speak.' Wylsin says 'That seems hardly better than the alternative.' Wylsin says 'Do you not have any further information regarding the malady? Perhaps it can be reversed entirely.' You say 'At the least, it would allow me to remain in Serin, and not pass on.' You say 'All I know is from the scroll, and the weakness I feel sometimes.' Wylsin sits down and thinks deeply. You say 'Perhaps in dormancy, others may be able to discover a remedy.' You say 'But I fear the longer I stay vigorous, the more the weakness advances.' Wylsin says 'I find that arrangement wholly unsatisfactory. I would not abide casting you into ice in the vain hope that some future adventurer may find a way to not only halt your malaise, but also revive you from the cryostasis.' You chuckle politely. Wylsin says 'Not when I am here now, and with the full resources of the Ivory Towers.' <- Oh, Wylsin... You say 'What would you suggest, sir?' Wylsin says 'Directing research toward the immediate problem, rather than a stopgap. A stopgap that itself is highly uncertain as well.' You nod. Wylsin says 'Unless entering this stasis is your true wish. In which case I would not presume to debate your desires for your own fate.' You say 'It may be my only option.' You say 'But I will try anything.' Wylsin says 'Have you uncovered any of Britus's writings?' You shake your head. You say 'I have only seen how he rests in the river.' You say 'He carries a circlet of river water, which I examined, but it told me nothing.' Wylsin says 'That may shed light on the matter. We may be able to continue his research and discover a remedy for you both.' You nod. You say 'Where might we find such writings?' Wylsin says 'That is the first question to be answered.'
Wylsin says 'The codex says the following about Britus, the Cleric of Storms:' Wylsin says 'Britus, the Cleric of Storms, presides over the end of a river in a tranquil fringe of the Barren Wilderness. He is a storm giant of far greater years than any other of his species. This longevity may be a result of attaining enlightenment through his clerical training, or perhaps an external magical origin. Over his thousands of years of meditation, his form has almost melded with the landscape such that moss crawls over his feet. Yet his robes remain surprisingly pure and clean.' Wylsin says 'Britus, the Cleric of Storms is immune to: summon charm.' Wylsin says 'Britus, the Cleric of Storms is resistant to: negative.' Wylsin says 'Britus, the Cleric of Storms carries 'Angelus', the Sceptre of Divine Virtue.' Wylsin says 'Britus, the Cleric of Storms carries a circlet of river water.' Wylsin says 'Britus, the Cleric of Storms carries a long, brazen dagger.' You are filled with primordial erudition!
Wylsin says 'Oh.' Wylsin says 'Do you know who penned this lore?' You ponder the question. You say 'It does not seem to say.' You say 'I know Ocelia wrote several in the Barren Wilderness. Perhaps she was the author.' Wylsin says 'I shall inquire with her when next I see her.' You say 'I believe I will take a brief rest, and then continue my work on my book, until we may be able to speak with Ocelia.' Wylsin says 'There are indeed few Storm Giants in the lands.' Wylsin nods. You nod. You say 'I have seen a young one, Adurant.' You say 'And there was a Duke, but he frequents the lands rarely.' Wylsin says 'Very well. I shall consult my own library, and begin what research I can.' You say 'Thank you sir. Your aid is most generous.' Wylsin looks at you. You smile at him. Wylsin attempts to put a hand on your shoulder, but can't quite reach, so settles for your wrist. Wylsin says 'We will find a solution to this.' You say 'I trust you.' You smile happily. You now trust Wylsin completely. You unleash Wylsin's hidden potential. Wylsin smiles at you. You say 'Until we meet again, my friend.' Distant crackling is heard as faith and energy is channeled. A nimbus of white light appears upon the ground. The nimbus of light encases you.
Vanisse 
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[reply to Serra]