>>> This takes place shortly after Dealings with Demons 1, as the demon invader taunts Serra with his conquests.
[LEGION] Aelaldric: Young Leitha
To: Serra
So young. So full of promise. She had her whole life ahead of her.
Pity she thought she could defeat a demon.
She whimpered right before I slit her throat. She tried to be strong, but
in the end she failed.
>>> At this time, Leitha is the only Knight in the Castle; a few scattered squires have been seen only briefly here and there.
<SCHOLAR> Serra: A request
To: Ceridwel
Dear Lord Ceridwel,
I may be a stranger to you, but I feel as though I know you through Rhoa,
who held you sacred above all things. I write to seek counsel from you, on
matters I see in the state of Serin since I awoke.
Might I request a meeting?
Humbly yours,
Serra
>>> Some days later, she receives contact.
Ceridwel tells you 'Greetings, Serra.'
[55 Angel IMM] [KNIGHT] [Sun] Ceridwel the Champion of Dawn, Paragon of the Sun
[ Drow ] <NEW> Drakus Darkheart the Bully
[ Fire ] <PK> <STRIFE> Grogdan the Volcano of Infinite Rage
[ Human ] <PK> Tonke Barklowe the Grand Hierophant of the Forest
[ Elf ] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Polymath) Duchess Ilromie Illistarre the Sage of Arcane Power, Polymath of History
[50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Holy Matriarch of Healing, 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 17.
You tell Ceridwel 'Lord Ceridwel! It is an honor.'
Ceridwel tells you 'You wished to speak with me?'
You tell Ceridwel 'Indeed sir, I do. I will seek you in your altar.'
The Altar of Ceridwel
+ | You are standing within a circle of stone columns each
| | about thirty feet tall. Resting upon the top of each column
+ *| is a sphere of yellow glass. The ground you stand upon
| || is actually a solid slab of marble, a deep white hue with
@ +-*| golden yellow flecks of a shiny mineral scattered across
| | | its surface. Opaque lines transverse through the flecks
+-+ | like beams of light. In the middle of the circle is a raised
| | platform upon which resides a sun-shaped altar carved from
+ | solid gold. It gleams with the magnificence of a thousand
---------+ suns.
[Exits: south]
The glowing altar of Ceridwel sits upon a raised dais.
Ceridwel the Champion of Dawn, Paragon of the Sun is here.
(White Aura) An apostle of Ceridwel stands here, basked in Light.
An aged, great horned owl flies in.
You bow before him.
Ceridwel smiles at you.
Ceridwel says 'Greetings, child.'
You say 'It is an honor to meet you, Lord.'
Ceridwel says 'What can I do for you?'
You say 'I am but an old Scholar, who has observed the land of Serin for many years.'
Ceridwel nods.
Ceridwel says 'Many indeed.'
You say 'Over this time I have been watching the ebb and flow of the waves of darkness and light.'
You say 'After I awoke recently, I found many troubling signs that the darkness was out of balance.'
Ceridwel says 'Towards the direction of being too strong?'
You say 'I have been relieved to see the young Squires and Knights joining the Castle.'
Ceridwel agrees absolutely.
You say 'There are three particularly concerning incidents that troubled me.'
You say 'The fall of Solmundi...'
You say 'The fall of Kali...'
You say 'And of late, I have learned a demon followed me from Acadia and consumed the soul of a hapless elf, as well.'
You frown disapprovingly.
Ceridwel raises an eyebrow.
Ceridwel says 'Aelaldric?'
You nod.
Ceridwel nods.
You say 'I feel personally responsible for the last one, but I fear I am no match for a demon.'
You say 'I seek your guidance in the ways of Light. How is it that we lose so many, and cannot seem to return them to the path of goodness? Is there a way to save them?'
Ceridwel says 'This question you ask...'
Ceridwel says 'It sounds like you feel you are partially responsible for the choices of others?'
You say 'Not their choices, sir. The demon followed me here and preyed upon an innocent.'
You say 'It would not have been able to come had I not opened that portal.'
You frown disapprovingly.
Ceridwel says 'Let us use Solmundi as a case study then.'
You nod.
You sigh.
Ceridwel says 'You talk of returning them to the path of goodness.'
Ceridwel says 'Have you considered that perhaps they don't want to return?'
You say 'That has been what I have witnessed.'
You say 'There has never been, to my knowledge, a fallen one who has ever returned to the Light.'
Ceridwel says 'There are two that come to mind that still have a chance to do so.'
Ceridwel says 'Kali is, of course, the prime example.'
You nod.
Ceridwel says 'However.'
Ceridwel says 'His return is not his choice alone.'
Ceridwel says 'His is a soul thoroughly grasped by the whims of Davairus.'
Ceridwel says 'All Kali can do is continue to live the life of a true Lightwalker.'
Ceridwel says 'Part of which may be to swallow some pride and put Davairus' fears to rest.'
You say 'Of the three, Kali is the only one who seeks a return.'
You say 'I have watched him walk alongside me, aiding the young with as much generosity as any I have met.'
You say 'I had a thought about him, actually.'
Ceridwel raises an eyebrow.
You say 'He currently follows the path of Storm. And with it his tempestuous nature lashes out with abandon.'
You say 'I wonder if he would be amiable to the ways of Water, which would teach him tranquility, and allay Lord Davairus's fears.'
You say 'He fears Lord Davairus will not allow him mercy until he has groveled in the dust, and that chafes against his elven pride.'
Ceridwel says 'Interesting.'
You say 'I will not pursue such unless my Lord approves.'
You say 'But it seemed like a possible solution.'
Ceridwel says 'Have you ever heard of a mortal soul successfully changing deities?'
You ponder the question.
You say 'I have not.'
You say 'It is why I have also written to Lord Phostan, who guides the element of Storm.'
You say 'Kali's family has ever worshipped Aberdour.'
You say 'But I have never seen him.'
Ceridwel says 'It is an interesting proposition.'
Ceridwel says 'I will say this on the matter...'
Ceridwel says 'I have already attempted to change Davairus' mind on Kali myself, to no avail.'
Ceridwel says 'Thus...'
Ceridwel says 'Something as drastic as a change of religion may actually be at the level of what Davairus expects to release Kali's soul.'
You nod.
Ceridwel says 'In other words...at this point, anything is worth a try.'
You chuckle politely.
Ceridwel winks suggestively.
You say 'Fortune-teller Valindra has spoken with the Lord of Blood, and he seemed rather reasonable.'
You give a news pamphlet to Ceridwel.
Ceridwel looks at a news pamphlet.
You say 'I harbored some reservations since the last time I saw him, Solmundi was gloating about blood over the power of my Lord.'
Ceridwel says 'I shall peruse this in detail soon.'
You nod.
You say 'But perhaps I should seek an audience with Lord Davairus as well, and put forth my case.'
Ceridwel nods.
Ceridwel says 'I think that is the correct next step.'
You say 'I do hope Aberdour would agree that a soul would be better guided by a sister element than claimed by the darkness.'
Ceridwel nods.
Ceridwel says 'I can't see him not, to be honest.'
Ceridwel shrugs helplessly.
Serra smiles with a bit of relief.
You say 'It is one of the things that was worrying me.'
You say 'It is written the gods hold tightly to their followers.'
You say 'I will lend my aid in any way I can to restoring the balance of Light against the darkness.'
Ceridwel smiles happily.
Ceridwel says 'I have a selfish request of you in that regard.'
You say 'For you Lord, anything.'
Ceridwel says 'Please do help any of the young squires you see running around, in any ways you see fit.'
You nod.
Ceridwel says 'Moral guidance, partnership in travels....anything you deem appropriate.'
You nod.
You say 'I have met Leitha, and briefly, Valkaer.'
You say 'If there are more you wish me to keep an eye out for I will do so.'
Ceridwel says 'Have you ever considered becoming a Noble?'
You say 'Oh, I am not fit for the life of a Noble.'
You chuckle politely.
You say 'I am a simple village girl.'
You say 'Well. Old woman, now.'
Serra looks at her gnarled hands.
Ceridwel says 'Think on it. Nobility isn't about how high one's nose is pointed in the air, or how shiny their sunday dinner cutlery is.'
Ceridwel says 'For now I leave you with this...the Nobility would be honored to have you.'
Ceridwel bows deeply.
In a -<<flash>>- of holy light, Ceridwel disappears.
You say 'You are too gracious, sir.'
Serra bows solemnly before the altar.
>>> Serra is writing a journal entry in the Infirmary when she receives a message.
A messenger arrives and hands you a NOTE.
[ 33]: Ritorin: A piece of tattered parchment
Wed Sep 15 02:02:59 2021
To: serra
A depiction of man and a woman standing together.
Players near you in Seringale:
Ritorin North Square
<PK> Tonke A Peaceful Grove
<PK> Serra The Infirmary
<PK> Aelith South of Market Square
North Square
B-+-* | You are at the North Square of Seringale. It is peaceful
| | | and quiet here. The square is a large opening space surrounded
S-+ *-o| by grand buildings made by fanciful stonework. You see
| | the Main Street to the north and the south and the North
+-+-@-+-+| Road to the east and the west. A small tuft of grass
| | | || pokes up defiantly in the middle of the square. A set
* + F +| of dents shaped curiously like one's rear end has been
| || well-worn into the paving stones here.
+-S-+-F +|
---------+
[Exits: north east south west]
A magical spring flows from the ground here.
A brass finger post stands here.
The Herald Bulletin Board gleams majestically in the middle of the square.
Ritorin is sitting here meditating.
(Pink Aura) A teary-eyed, scrawny little man wanders around moaning.
A white quartz tiger walks in.
Ritorin stops meditating and stands up.
You smile at him.
Ritorin bows before you.
Ritorin apologizes to you and begs for forgiveness.
Ritorin sits down and rests.
You say 'Oh, no need for that. I was simply catching up on some writing.'
Ritorin looks at a white quartz tiger.
Ritorin pets the tiger gently.
Ritorin looks into the eyes of the tiger.
Ritorin growls.
Ritorin stands up.
Ritorin roars with the strength of the tiger!
A white quartz tiger nuzzles its head aginst Ritorin's palm.
Ritorin nods at you in agreement.
You say 'You have a way with animals.'
***
Sword or Staff
<><><><><><><>
Long before the drums of war, long before the horns and the screams of
death and the thrill of a glory was a young monk named Ritorin. A quiet
child who normally kept to himself. His family lived in a small hut down
by the river bank. His father a fisherman and his mother would weave
baskets and sell their catch and baskets to the neighboring villagers.
Unfortunately, his parents were constantly working and had very little time
for him, he was an only child and his only form of entertainment was to
sit by the rivers edge and observe the creatures around. He seemed to
enjoy mimicking the movements of the crane, he would flap his arms as if
one day he would fly. Stealthy he walk around like the leopards and in a
fit of rage he would roar like the tigers scaring all the small birds and
squirrels around him. I saw a sense of strength and courage within him, but
I was not sure he was ready to listen and learn. My first test was to leave
a gift of choice. I left a beautiful sword with an ivory hilt, adorned with
ruby's, emeralds and diamonds. One jewel would set his family for life and the
other was a simple wooden staff. To my delight he picked the staff and began
swinging it around and to my surprise he was able to balance on one leg
while leaning on the staff. This child has a gift and I will nurture him.
***
Ritorin nods at a white quartz tiger.
Ritorin lets out a loud angry hiss at everyone in the room.
Ritorin doesn't seem as powerful.
Ritorin undulates his leading hand like the head of a snake.
A white quartz tiger lets out a low, growling purr.
Ritorin sits down and thinks deeply.
Ritorin shows you a series of pictograms and points to a large journal.
Ritorin points to you.
You say 'I write quite a bit, yes.'
You chuckle politely.
Ritorin nods.
Aelith yells 'Help! I am being entangled by someone's tripwire!'
Players near you in Seringale:
Ritorin North Square
<PK> Serra North Square
<PK> Aelith Above a Foul-Smelling Pit
Lorsan yells 'Die! Aelith, you sorcerous dog!'
Players near you in Seringale:
Ritorin North Square
<PK> Serra North Square
<PK> Lorsan Above a Foul-Smelling Pit
<PK> Aelith Above a Foul-Smelling Pit
Ritorin winces in agony.
You nod.
[ H-Elf ] Ritorin the Seeker of Knowledge
[ Elf ] Gidgett Ballyori the Mirage
[50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Holy Matriarch of Healing, Doyenne of Religion
[ Dwarf ] Dwiggans the Templar Footman
[ Gnome ] Calion the Sorcerer of Ice
[ Dwarf ] Hadrelan the Master of the Path
[ Elf ] <PK> Lorsan Silverthorne the Grand Master of Larceny
[ Illit ] <PK> Aelith the Grand Spectre of Beguilement
Players found: 8
[KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms.
There are 8 characters on; the most on this past month was 17.
Ritorin points to your mace.
A diamond studded mace is here.
You say 'Hmm?'
Ritorin draws a picture of a devil.
You say 'Indeed... I obtained this after I was beset upon by a demon.'
You sigh.
Ritorin draws a picture of a pen and a mace.
Ritorin points to you.
Ritorin blinks slowly...
Aelith walks in.
Aelith walks in.
Aelith walks in.
An illusion of a fire giant soldier walks in.
North Square
B-+-* | You are at the North Square of Seringale. It is peaceful
| | | and quiet here. The square is a large opening space surrounded
S-+ *-o| by grand buildings made by fanciful stonework. You see
| | the Main Street to the north and the south and the North
+-+-@-+-+| Road to the east and the west. A small tuft of grass
| | | || pokes up defiantly in the middle of the square. A set
* + F +| of dents shaped curiously like one's rear end has been
| || well-worn into the paving stones here.
+-S-+-F +|
---------+
[Exits: north east south west]
A magical spring flows from the ground here.
A brass finger post stands here.
The Herald Bulletin Board gleams majestically in the middle of the square.
(Charmed) An illusion of a fire giant soldier guards its master.
Aelith the Grand Spectre of Beguilement is here.
Aelith the Grand Spectre of Beguilement is here.
(Charmed) An illusion of a dark timber guards its master.
(Charmed) An illusion of a dark timber guards its master.
Aelith the Grand Spectre of Beguilement is here.
(Charmed) (White Aura) A white quartz tiger purrs softly here.
Ritorin the Seeker of Knowledge is here.
(Pink Aura) A teary-eyed, scrawny little man wanders around moaning.
You nod.
Ritorin looks at Aelith.
An illusion of a dark timber slows down.
Ritorin stands infront of Serra
Aelith walks south.
An illusion of a fire giant soldier walks south.
Aelith walks south.
Aelith walks south.
Ritorin nods.
You say 'Thank you, that is kind of you.'
Ritorin nods.
Ritorin sits down and rests.
You say 'Have you ever met the demon? If you ever do, be wary...'
Ritorin points to the south.
Ritorin begins to grin evilly and dance around.
Ritorin shudders at the horror and represses tears.
Ritorin stops moving sinuously.
You say 'No, not the illithid. It is a demon that takes possession of those with elven blood.'
Ritorin peers around himself intently.
You say 'At least, that is what I have found thus far.'
You nod.
You say 'Such a thing happened on my travels in Acadia, and to my horror, it has also happened here in Serin.'
Ritorin draws a picture of a man on a stallion.
You agree absolutely.
Ritorin sighs.
Aelith walks in.
An illusion of a fire giant soldier walks in.
You say 'The one I met here... Aelaldric is the elf. The demon's name does not slip from the tongue freely.'
Ritorin looks at an illusion of a fire giant soldier.
Aelith walks south.
An illusion of a fire giant soldier walks south.
Izak the thief guild guardian yells 'Alert! An illusion of a fire giant soldier is attacking the guild with Aelith!'
Izak the thief guild guardian yells 'Alert! An illusion of a dark timber is attacking the guild with Aelith!'
Izak the thief guild guardian yells 'Alert! An illusion of a dark timber is attacking the guild with Aelith!'
Ritorin winces in agony.
You say 'He must not be a fan of thieves.'
You chuckle politely.
Ritorin agrees absolutely.
You say 'I spoke with Tearea once about the Warlords. She said applicants must be held to high standards indeed. What kinds of things do they expect of applicants?'
Ritorin sits down and thinks deeply.
Ritorin stands tall.
You say 'Posture?'
You bat your eyelashes.
Ritorin draws a picture of a scarecrow.
You say 'Ah, yes, training.'
Ritorin nods.
Ritorin stands up.
Ritorin starts throwing dangerous chops and punches everywhere he sees his shadow.
You say 'Plenty of fights?'
Ritorin nods.
Ritorin writes the words courage and honor and shows it you.
Goltreia walks in.
[ Slith ] <PK> (KING) [WARLORD] Szrevan Sra'Tak the Serpent King, Blademaster of Warlords
[ Half ] Goltreia Facemaker the Greater Assassin
[ H-Elf ] Ritorin the Seeker of Knowledge
[ Elf ] Gidgett Ballyori the Spectre
[50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Holy Matriarch of Healing, Doyenne of Religion
[ Dwarf ] Dwiggans the Templar Lieutenant
[ Gnome ] Calion the Sorcerer of Ice
[ Dwarf ] Hadrelan the Master of the Path
[ Illit ] <PK> Aelith the Grand Spectre of Beguilement
Players found: 9
[KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms.
There are 9 characters on; the most on this past month was 17.
Ritorin bows before Goltreia.
Goltreia looks at Ritorin.
Ritorin looks at Goltreia.
You say 'Greetings, miss.'
Goltreia says 'Hello.'
Ritorin looks in a Big Ol'Pack Sack.
Ritorin gets a blue gem from a Big Ol'Pack Sack.
Ritorin gives a blue gem to Goltreia.
Ritorin smiles happily.
Goltreia puts a blue gem in a Big Ol'Pack Sack.
Ritorin bows his head in worship of Diocletian.
Ritorin looks at Goltreia.
Ritorin points to Goltreia's statue.
Ritorin smiles happily.
Goltreia says 'Hmm?'
You see here somebody whose height is comparable to a young human, yet
whose figure is more like a more mature person's. A chest with a pair of
developed breasts, a set of wide hips for the height, and the decidedly
thick and feminine-looking thighs mark her as a female. Hirsute would be an
antonym for her body in general; her arms and legs are immaculate, being a
normal fleshy pink. Furthermore, she doesn't have a great deal of hair in
her scalp, either; she keeps it cut short, reaching down only to her neck.
This hair is chestnut-brown in color, and also very clean; it appears she
takes good care of it. Likewise, she seems to generally keep up her
appearance... The only place on her body which seems to be especially dirty
is the tip of her left foot.
She is an experienced explorer.
Goltreia is in excellent condition.
Goltreia is using:
<pile o' halfling things>
<held> (Magical) (Glowing) a small statue of Aberdour
Ritorin draws a castle on a piece of paper and shows it to Goltreia.
Ritorin nods at Goltreia.
Goltreia says 'Found that in the Mausoleum.'
Goltreia shrugs helplessly.
Ritorin nods.
Object 'statue aberdour' is type jewelry, material ceramic.
Extra flags: glow magic anti_evil.
Weight is 0 lbs, value is 300, level is 10.
Augments 1 layers of intelligence.
Augments 1 layers of wisdom.
Augments 20 layers of hp.
Augments -5 layers of armor_class.
From The Mausoleum, in the following places:
- a frightened mourner, in A Funeral Garden.
You say 'An interesting figurine it is.'
Goltreia says 'Aye.'
Goltreia waves happily.
Goltreia walks south.
Ritorin waves happily.
You say 'Will the Serpent King speak with you?'
Ritorin points to the sky.
Someone yells 'Help! Aelith is attacking me with prismatic spray!'
Ritorin holds his hands together.
You say 'The heavens await a decision?'
Ritorin disappears in a mushroom cloud.
You say 'Oh.'
You let out a hearty laugh.
>>> Not long afterwards...
[ DmElf ] <PK> [LEGION] (OUTCAST) Aelaldric the Unholy Knight
[ H-Elf ] <PK> [KNIGHT] Dame Leitha Dondeleon the Holy Lady, Footwoman of Valour
[ Slith ] <PK> (KING) [WARLORD] Szrevan Sra'Tak the Serpent King, Blademaster of Warlords
[ Illit ] <PK> Aelith the Grand Spectre of Beguilement
[ H-Elf ] Ritorin the Seeker of Knowledge
[ Elf ] Gidgett Ballyori the Master of Refraction
[50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Holy Matriarch of Healing, Doyenne of Religion
[ Dwarf ] Dwiggans the Templar Captain
[ Gnome ] Calion the Enchanter of the Sky
[ Dwarf ] Hadrelan the Master of the Path
Players found: 10
[KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms.
There are 10 characters on; the most on this past month was 17.
Players near you in Seringale:
Ritorin North Square
<PK> Serra North Square
Ritorin draws a man on a horse.
You nod.
You say 'The demon has awakened.'
Ritorin winces in agony.
You say 'He shall likely attempt to prey upon the young Knight.'
You frown disapprovingly.
Leitha rides in on Sir Prancealot, the white Asc'Liena stallion.
Leitha rides south on Sir Prancealot, the white Asc'Liena stallion.
Ritorin bows his head in worship of Diocletian.
Ritorin sits down and thinks deeply.
Ritorin points to his hat.
Before you stands a man, something about him looks odd and you cannot
quite place it. At first glance you think him a normal human, but you
realize quickly he is part elf as well. His entire body is free of hair,
except for large bushy eye brows and a full beard that hangs to his to the
center of his massive chest. His hight cheek bones and square jaw frame
this man to be stern, courageous and most of all stoic. His large pointed
ears resemble his ancestral elven kin, but his large coin like earlobes
mirror his human side. Deep eyes that are sunken into his skulls flicker
and dance as the unpredictable nature of the liquid magma burning within his
soul. A deep scar across his chest starting from his collar bone diagonally
down to his waist. It has keloided badly and is quite rough. Not an ounce
of fat can be seen on his hybrid being with his massive biceps and forearms
supported by legs as wide a tree trunks. A strange aura emanates from this
being, the tapestry of tattoos on his body appear to come to life. You have
visions of tigers and dragons roaring and snarling at you. Suddenly your
gaze breaks and all that is left is the smell of burning incense and
jasmine.
He is an experienced explorer.
Ritorin is in excellent condition.
Ritorin is using:
<pile o' half-elf stuff>
<worn on head> a dragonwing fur felt hat
Ritorin bows before you.
You bow before him.
Ritorin walks south.
Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Aelaldric The West Common Road
<PK> Aelith Inside the South Gate
<PK> Serra North Square
Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Aelaldric West of Market Square
<PK> Aelith Inside the South Gate
<PK> Serra North Square
Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Aelaldric Scroll Shop
<PK> Aelith Inside the South Gate
<PK> Serra North Square
Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Aelaldric West of Market Square
<PK> Aelith Inside the South Gate
<PK> Serra North Square
Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Aelaldric South of Market Square
<PK> Aelith On the Southern Battlements
<PK> Serra North Square
Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Aelaldric South Square
<PK> Aelith On the Southern Battlements
<PK> Serra North Square
Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Aelaldric The South Main Street
<PK> Aelith On the Southern Battlements
<PK> Serra North Square
Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Aelaldric Outside the South Gate
<PK> Aelith On the Southern Battlements
<PK> Serra North Square
Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Aelith Southeast Corner of the Battlements
<PK> Serra North Square
Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Aelith On the Southern Battlements
<PK> Serra North Square
Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Aelith Outside the South Gate
<PK> Serra North Square
Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Serra North Square
You peer around yourself intently.
You say 'Strange.'
Leitha rides in on Sir Prancealot, the white Asc'Liena stallion.
Leitha smiles happily.
You bow before her.
The general physiognomy of this woman is rather peculiar, seeming to have
both elvish and human-like features at the same time. Her face is decidedly
a mixture of both worlds; her nose appears to be especially tall, and she
has sepia brown eyes far too dark to be elvish. But she also has thin lips
without much pout to them, and a pair of ears with tips that make them more
closely resemble a cat's ears than a human's. Then too, most of her body
seems closer to an elf's; she is tall and lanky, and the extremities of her
limbs seem to be particularly long. But at the same time, her hair is a
reddish-brown color not unlike auburn; this looks like it's a natural color,
instead of a color from being dyed. It is therefore safe to assume that she
is both part-elf and part-human.
She is an experienced explorer.
Leitha is in excellent condition.
Leitha is using:
<pile o' half-elf things>
Leitha says 'Seems the Serpent King is fighting the demon.'
Leitha shrugs helplessly.
You say 'Ahh.'
You say 'How curious.'
Leitha says 'Based on what he just said to me about being done with him soon enough.'
You nod.
Leitha says 'I said if he wanted to fight him I wouldn't interfere.'
You say 'Indeed.'
Leitha says 'Might not have been the best choice, but it was the honorable one.'
You chuckle politely.
Leitha says 'I think he can kill the demon.'
You say 'I would suspect so.'
Leitha says 'He's a harder opponent.'
You nod.
Leitha says 'And moreover, he's motivated right now.'
You say 'Do they have history or does he simply seek the challenge of the battle?'
Leitha says 'It's not about them.'
Leitha says 'It's about their cabals.'
You say 'Oh?'
Hadrelan walks in.
Hadrelan walks east.
Leitha says 'Tearea died to the demon some time back and hasn't been here since.'
You say 'Are they at war?'
You say 'Ohhh.'
Leitha says 'Nominally I suppose.'
Leitha says 'If I were him I would want blood at the very least.'
Leitha says 'An eye for eye.'
You say 'I see.'
Leitha says 'If not worse.'
Leitha says 'Trophies...'
Leitha shudders at the horror and represses tears.
You chuckle politely.
You say 'An eye for a head on a pike?'
Leitha says 'Maybe.'
Dwiggans walks in.
A stone giant mercenary walks in.
Gidgett walks in.
A pit bull walks in.
Calion walks in.
Calion walks east.
North Square
B-+-* | You are at the North Square of Seringale. It is peaceful
| | | and quiet here. The square is a large opening space surrounded
S-+ *-o| by grand buildings made by fanciful stonework. You see
| | the Main Street to the north and the south and the North
+-+-@-+-+| Road to the east and the west. A small tuft of grass
| | | || pokes up defiantly in the middle of the square. A set
* + F +| of dents shaped curiously like one's rear end has been
| || well-worn into the paving stones here.
+-S-+-F +|
---------+
[Exits: north east south west]
A magical spring flows from the ground here.
A brass finger post stands here.
The Herald Bulletin Board gleams majestically in the middle of the square.
(Charmed) A pit bull is here, snarling at nothing.
Gidgett the Conjurer of Illumination is here.
(Charmed) A baby naja is here, ready to strike.
(Charmed) (Pink Aura) A stone giant mercenary is here serving his employer.
Gidgett the Conjurer of Illumination is here.
Dwiggans the Templar Colonel is here.
A beggar, wearing a decaying, dirty and stinky old hat, wanders around asking for spare gold.
A beggar, wearing a decaying, dirty and stinky old hat, wanders around asking for spare gold.
(White Aura) Leitha the Holy Lady, Footwoman of Valour is riding on the back of Sir Prancealot, the white Asc'Liena stallion.
(Charmed) (White Aura) A white quartz tiger purrs softly here.
Leitha says 'Or a spine.'
You agree absolutely.
Dwiggans bows before Leitha.
Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Aelaldric Potion Shop
<PK> Leitha North Square
Gidgett North Square
<PK> Serra North Square
Dwiggans North Square
Calion A Small Burnt Field
Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Aelaldric South of Market Square
<PK> Leitha North Square
Gidgett North Square
<PK> Serra North Square
Dwiggans North Square
Calion A Small Burnt Field
Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Aelaldric The Main Street
<PK> Leitha North Square
Gidgett North Square
<PK> Serra North Square
Dwiggans North Square
Calion A Small Burnt Field
Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Aelaldric The South Main Street
<PK> Leitha North Square
Gidgett North Square
<PK> Serra North Square
Dwiggans North Square
Calion A Small Burnt Field
Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Leitha North Square
Gidgett North Square
<PK> Serra North Square
Dwiggans North Square
Calion A Small Burnt Field
Leitha says 'Dogran showed me Glolath's spine after that demon got me last Renewal.'
Dwiggans walks west.
A pit bull walks west.
Gidgett walks west.
A stone giant mercenary walks west.
You chuckle politely.
Leitha says 'Taunted me as though I would listen to a mad Immortal.'
You say 'Glolath is a strange one.'
Leitha says 'Mad as in insane.'
Leitha says 'Oh, Loukas.'
You nod.
[ Undea ] <PK> Loukas Deathmantle the Stalker of the Living
[ Stone ] <PK> <STRIFE> Braunin the Volcano of Infinite Rage
[ Human ] Ventryl the Dark Knight
[ DmElf ] <PK> [LEGION] (OUTCAST) Aelaldric the Unholy Knight
[ H-Elf ] <PK> [KNIGHT] Dame Leitha Dondeleon the Holy Lady, Footwoman of Valour
[ Slith ] <PK> (KING) [WARLORD] Szrevan Sra'Tak the Serpent King, Blademaster of Warlords
[ Illit ] <PK> Aelith the Grand Spectre of Beguilement
[ H-Elf ] Ritorin the Seeker of Knowledge
[ Elf ] Gidgett Ballyori the Conjurer of Illumination
[50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Holy Matriarch of Healing, Doyenne of Religion
[ Dwarf ] Dwiggans the Templar Colonel
[ Dwarf ] Hadrelan the Master of the Path
Players found: 12
[KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms.
There are 12 characters on; the most on this past month was 17.
Leitha says 'That might make things interesting.'
Braunin walks in.
Braunin gallantly tips his hat.
Braunin says 'How goes it.'
Braunin sits down and rests.
You say 'Greetings, sir.'
Leitha says 'Rather well.'
Braunin looks at Leitha.
Leitha says 'Dusk approaches.'
You nod.
Leitha says 'It is too late to save Aelaldric.'
Leitha says 'And he cannot take the oath.'
Leitha says 'So he's a lost cause.'
Leitha says 'Loukas is also a lost cause, but I can at least attempt to purify him.'
Braunin says 'There vampire round?'
Leitha nods.
Braunin says 'You said night is comin.'
Leitha says 'He's near.'
Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Loukas Entrance to the Arena of Blood
<PK> Braunin North Square
<PK> Leitha North Square
Gidgett The Meat Store
<PK> Serra North Square
Dwiggans Chamber of Chivalry
Braunin gets a clear potion from a metal chest.
Braunin quaffs a clear potion.
Braunin says 'Oh Loukas.'
Braunin says 'Is they bad?'
You say 'I have never met him.'
Braunin nods.
Braunin's heart beats to the rhythm of battle.
Braunin says 'I dun know if I did.'
Braunin bows his head in worship of Lorne.
Leitha rides south on Sir Prancealot, the white Asc'Liena stallion.
You say 'Off she goes.'
You chuckle politely.
Braunin says 'That is quite a whimsicle name.'
Braunin says 'Prancelot.'
You let out a hearty laugh.
Leitha rides in on Sir Prancealot, the white Asc'Liena stallion.
Braunin looks at Leitha.
Leitha says 'Well he left town.'
Leitha shrugs helplessly.
You say 'I quite enjoy the rainbow mane.'
Braunin looks at Sir Prancealot, the white Asc'Liena stallion.
This stallion is one of the famed Asc'Liena herd, horses hand reared and
trained by a group of centaurs specifically for the Lord Aberdour and his
Knights. More massive in muscle than normal horses, this beast has a pure
white coat with a soft rainbow mane and tail. Covered in places by a shining
suit of horse armor, an elaborate blue and silver coat hangs down from his
back. On it is stitched in gold the Holy Cross, symbol of the Knights.
This steed is obviously built for combat, as grace is not one of its strong
points. Endurance and stamina are the main qualities bred into these horses
by the centaurs, and well they have done.
Sir Prancealot, the white Asc'Liena stallion is in excellent condition.
Leitha says 'Horsies are wonderful things!'
Leitha smiles happily.
You agree absolutely.
Braunin sits down and thinks deeply.
Braunin says 'Cannot I buy a mount round here.'
Braunin walks west.
Leitha rides south on Sir Prancealot, the white Asc'Liena stallion.
Braunin trots in on a large draft horse.
Braunin trots east on a large draft horse.
Braunin trots in on a large draft horse.
Braunin trots west on a large draft horse.
Braunin trots in on a large draft horse.
Braunin trots east on a large draft horse.
Braunin trots in on a large draft horse.
Braunin says 'Horse stop.'
Braunin trots west on a large draft horse.
Braunin trots in on a large draft horse.
You let out a hearty laugh.
Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Braunin North Square
<PK> Aelaldric Under a Small Bridge
Gidgett Hall of Mirrors
<PK> Serra North Square
Dwiggans Chamber of Chivalry
Braunin says 'This horse not gud.'
You say 'They are tricky to handle.'
Players near you in Seringale:
<PK> Braunin North Square
Gidgett Hall of Mirrors
<PK> Serra North Square
Dwiggans Chamber of Chivalry
Braunin says 'Barely support weight.'
You say 'I have attempted a ride myself.'
You nod.
You say 'And kept running into fountains and walls and everything...'
Braunin says 'Aye.'
You say 'I think it is partly blind.'
Braunin says 'And sayin Horsey stop no work.'
Braunin looks at a large draft horse.
You agree absolutely.
Braunin canters east on a large draft horse.
Aelaldric rides in on a nightmare.
You feel extremely uncomfortable in Aelaldric's presence.
Aelaldric looks at you.
There is something very sinister about the elf you see before you. He is
tall, muscular, fair skinned, and has perfectly smooth skin. He has long,
blonde hair that is tied in a tight braid. His eyes, however, are far from
what one would expect from a typical elf. His irises are red and his sclera
are bloodshot. They are surrounded with deep purple and his brow is angled
in a scowl. His thin lips are pulled up in a slight sneer. He shifts
uneasily from foot to foot, looking about as if he is seeking something -
perhaps keeping an eye out for predator or prey. Only he knows.
He has unlocked many secrets of the world.
Aelaldric is in excellent condition.
Aelaldric is using:
<pile o' demon-elf things>
You peer around yourself intently.
Aelaldric says 'Send your warlords and your illusionists.'
You scoff at the idea, how absurd!
Aelaldric says 'It does not matter.'
You say 'I send you nothing.'
Aelaldric rides east on a nightmare.
Braunin canters in on a large draft horse.
Braunin sits down and thinks deeply.
Asendan walks in.
Asendan looks at Braunin.
[ Dwarf ] [JUSTICE] Asendan the Captain of Weaponry
[ Undea ] <PK> Loukas Deathmantle the Stalker of the Living
[ Stone ] <PK> <STRIFE> Braunin the Volcano of Infinite Rage
[ Human ] Ventryl the Dark Knight
[ DmElf ] <PK> [LEGION] (OUTCAST) Aelaldric the Unholy Knight
[ H-Elf ] <PK> [KNIGHT] Dame Leitha Dondeleon the Holy Lady, Footwoman of Valour
[ Slith ] <PK> (KING) [WARLORD] Szrevan Sra'Tak the Serpent King, Blademaster of Warlords
[ Illit ] <PK> Aelith the Grand Spectre of Beguilement
[ H-Elf ] Ritorin the Seeker of Knowledge
[ Elf ] Gidgett Ballyori the Conjurer of Illumination
[50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Holy Matriarch of Healing, Doyenne of Religion
[ Dwarf ] Dwiggans the Templar Colonel
[ Dwarf ] Hadrelan the Master of the Path
Players found: 13
[KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms.
There are 13 characters on; the most on this past month was 17.
Braunin gallantly tips his hat.
Asendan bows deeply.
Braunin dismounts from a large draft horse.
Braunin says 'Go away horse.'
You let out a hearty laugh.
Braunin walks east.
Braunin walks in.
Asendan walks east.
Braunin says 'Shoo!'
North Square
B-+-* | You are at the North Square of Seringale. It is peaceful
| | | and quiet here. The square is a large opening space surrounded
S-+ *-o| by grand buildings made by fanciful stonework. You see
| | the Main Street to the north and the south and the North
+-+-@-+-+| Road to the east and the west. A small tuft of grass
| | | || pokes up defiantly in the middle of the square. A set
* + F +| of dents shaped curiously like one's rear end has been
| || well-worn into the paving stones here.
+-S-+-F +|
---------+
[Exits: north east south west]
A magical spring flows from the ground here.
A brass finger post stands here.
The Herald Bulletin Board gleams majestically in the middle of the square.
Braunin the Volcano of Infinite Rage is here.
A large draft horse is here.
(Charmed) (White Aura) A white quartz tiger purrs softly here.
The draft horse is large and slow. It looks capable of carrying a
large-sized rider, however.
A large draft horse is in excellent condition.
You beckon for a large draft horse to follow -- sure hope they do!
Braunin says 'Draft horse. More like Daft horse.'
You let out a hearty laugh.
Leitha rides in on Sir Prancealot, the white Asc'Liena stallion.
Leitha sighs.
Players near you in Seringale:
Asendan The North Road
<PK> Aelaldric Outside the East Gate
<PK> Leitha North Square
<PK> Szrevan Battle Arena
<PK> Aelith Inside the South Gate
Ritorin Entrance to the Arena of Blood
Gidgett The North Road
<PK> Serra North Square
You say 'Did you find a battle?'
Leitha shakes her head.
Leitha rides south on Sir Prancealot, the white Asc'Liena stallion.
>>> Another day, Serra waits to seek counsel from Lord Ceridwel, when...
Players near you in Valour:
<PK> Serra The Altar of Ceridwel
[ Slith ] <PK> (KING) [WARLORD] Szrevan Sra'Tak the Serpent King, Blademaster of Warlords
[ H-Elf ] <PK> [KNIGHT] Dame Leitha Dondeleon the Holy Lady, Footwoman of Valour
[50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Paradigm of Water, Doyenne of Religion
[ Stone ] <PK> [WARLORD] High Warlord Shaghroth Stonefist the Volcano of Infinite Rage
[55 Angel IMM] [KNIGHT] [Sun] Ceridwel the Champion of Dawn, Paragon of the Sun
Players found: 5
[WARLORD] The clamour of War prevails.
There are 5 characters on; the most on this past month was 17.
Leitha rides in on Sir Prancealot, the white Asc'Liena stallion.
Blancara the white quartz tiger walks in.
Leitha smiles at you.
You smile at her.
Leitha looks at you.
You say 'Is there anything I can help you with, miss?'
Leitha says 'Well...'
Leitha says 'I don't feel too great about what I did just now.'
You say 'What was that?'
Leitha says 'I was unaware that Glolath was so badly wounded.'
Leitha says 'And I dashed at her like a bloodthirsty Legion attempting to enforce the oath.'
Leitha lowers her head in shame.
You say 'Ahh.'
You say 'She had been dueling.'
You say 'I suspect she accepted the duels believing it would keep you at bay.'
Leitha says 'I thought she had taken the time inside the arena to heal.'
Leitha says 'It's what I would've done in her situation.'
You nod.
Leitha says 'Assuming I had enough food and water anyway.'
You say 'I wonder if, perhaps, it may have been better to ask the Warlords to wait until you secured the oath from her before allowing them to duel.'
Leitha says 'Probably.'
Leitha says 'That would be preferable next time I think.'
You nod.
You say 'Very good, miss.'
Leitha raises her head, slowly.
You say 'The dark-hearted can twist their ways to force us into positions that seem wrong.'
Leitha says 'I try so hard, and then I do such things...'
Leitha sighs.
You say 'It is important that you did not intend to do such things.'
Leitha says 'Aye.'
You say 'And it is a good moment to learn from, that you can be alerted to such tricks in the future.'
Leitha says 'Aye.'
Leitha says 'And learn from my mistakes too.'
Leitha says 'And not let them become failings.'
You smile at her.
You say 'You have not failed, miss. Be strong in your abilities and in your convictions.'
Leitha nods.
You say 'For Lord Ceridwel saw the Light within you.'
You say 'As do I.'
Leitha's eyes are filled with serenity.
You say 'I have seen many generations of Knights in my long years.'
Leitha lets a couple tears fall out of her eyes without bidding.
Serra lays a hand gently on Leitha's shoulder.
Leitha says 'I... Only want to do the right thing.'
You say 'It is not an easy task to take upon the duties of the Castle on your own.'
Leitha nods.
You say 'But know you are not alone. Ilromie and I stand with you, and there are many allies you may find in the lands.'
Leitha nods.
Leitha says 'I have yet to meet an anathema, though some have acted like they could become such or should be such.'
Leitha says 'Doesn't matter for the time being I suppose.'
You say 'The decision is yours, how you will approach them. I have seen Knights who chased first and asked later, or those who took a gentler approach.'
Leitha says 'Aye.'
Leitha says 'I have found that anger sometimes ends up guiding my actions.'
Leitha says 'Which is obviously not how I want to be.'
You say 'What happened?'
Leitha says 'Aelaldric.'
Leitha says 'After he got me, I fought him when Szrevan was already involved with him.'
Leitha says 'That was neither the proper nor the virtuous thing to do.'
You say 'You are perfectly within your rights to request claim over a battle that is yours.'
Leitha says 'Yet I did not.'
You nod.
Leitha says 'And moreover, I had asked him first if he had a quarrel with Legion.'
You say 'It seems to me that the Warlord claims battles with every living soul he sees.'
Leitha says 'To make sure I wasn't stepping on his toes.'
Leitha says 'Aye.'
Leitha says 'This is true.'
You say 'You do not need to submit to his desires. You are a Knight. Your duties come before his desires.'
Leitha says 'Aye.'
Leitha says 'There were others about at the time.'
You nod.
You say 'He had been battling Aelith shortly before Aelaldric awoke.'
You say 'I saw them in Plains.'
You say 'Aelaldric wrote a note to me, gloating that he had taken your life.'
You frown disapprovingly.
Leitha says 'He'll get his comeuppance, the scoundrel.'
You say 'Anger is good if you can focus it and be strengthened by it. But do not be weakened by his taunts.'
Leitha nods.
You say 'His body, his soul, is not strong. It is the demon within him that forces him to do and say the things he does.'
>>> Some discussion about personal matters ensue.
You say 'Things will settle down as you find your way. It is always a bit disconcerting at first in a new position.'
Leitha says 'Life is sometimes about the quiet time between battles.'
You smile happily.
You say 'Such is what Lumubella once said to me.'
Leitha says 'It isn't all about the blood you spill, or the great deeds you accomplish.'
Leitha says 'Some have even said you can learn far more about somebody in one quiet moment than you knew about them over the course of many battles.'
You say 'Indeed.'
Leitha says 'It was fairly recently I found occasion to write to Ilromie.'
Leitha says 'But I don't think she has been about to read it yet.'
You say 'I have missed her too.'
You say 'Undoubtedly busy with her great work of poetry.'
You chuckle politely.
You say 'Or some such.'
Leitha nods.
Leitha says 'I find it ironic that three renewals ago in my note to her I noted that I fear doing the wrong thing, that this was the worst thing I could possibly do.'
Leitha says 'Doing the wrong thing with bad intentions is worse than that.'
You say 'It is important to be cautious, but do not let the fear of mistakes take the forefront.'
Leitha nods.
You say 'If mistakes are made, acknowledge the fault, but do not dwell upon them excessively.'
Leitha says 'Aye.'
<SCHOLAR> Serra: Young Leitha
To: Aelaldric
You are correct, sir, she is young and full of promise still, with her
whole life bright ahead of her. I fear not for young Leitha, for she stands
firm, as your host does against your own abuses. The good folk of Serin are
not so easily broken as that.
>>> Serra receives another troubling message from Aelaldric.
[LEGION] Aelaldric: HELP ME!
To: Serra
--The words below are lightly inked and barely legible, as if they were
written in maddening haste--
HELP ME! I've taken back my body but I don't know how much time I have! Oh
gods, please! I can't stand the pain - every blow and every slash, I feel
it all! He makes me look into the eyes of those he kills - oh Leitha! He
doesn't know it but I have learned some things about him! There is a way to
expel him! Serra you must -----------------------
--After the last word above it appears as if the quill has been pushed
straight through the parchment and then torn to the right briefly before
being removed from the page. The words below are penned neatly with blood.
The letters have an awkward tilt to them, as if the quill was held at an
impossible angle. --
Hahaha. He thinks he wrested control from me. How pathetic. He does what
I allow him to do. He feels what I allow him to feel. He knows what I
allow him to know. Can you sense it? His despair? His pain? His hope? I
have found that creatures feel pain much more intensely if they have hope.
I fully intend to play with Aelaldric until I have found a more suitable
host. Try what you will. You shall not have him sooner.
---
<SCHOLAR> Serra: A message from an elf under siege
To: Consortium
My dear colleagues,
This day I have received a most disturbing message from Aelaldric... And
his demon captor. His note hints that there is a way to expel the demon and
save Aelaldric still. Perhaps we may pool our efforts to learn more about
this?
I have carefully copied the note and placed it upon my writing-desk
upstairs, as I believe I have invited you all to my home at one point or
other. (And if not, I do apologize and welcome you upon our next meeting!)
If you have interest in pursuing this line of study, please let me know at
your earliest opportunity.
Warmly,
Serra
>>> Ilromie awakens after a long rest, and is reviewing her messages when...
Ilromie shuffles to another note, this one in a familiar handwriting.
Ilromie says 'You spoke further with Aelaldric's demon?'
You say 'He wrote to me.'
You say 'First, he wrote to me gloating that he had slain Leitha.'
Ilromie frowns.
You say 'I spoke to her afterwards and ascertained that she felt no worse for the wear for it, and instead had gained knowledge of his abilities and feels confident to face him again.'
Ilromie says 'That is promising.'
You say 'So I wrote back to the demon, asserting my confidence in her.'
You say 'And in the strength of the good folk of Serin.'
You say 'It was after that, that he wrote again... a strange note.'
You say 'Half of it was written by the elf.'
Ilromie shuffles past a pile of Knight reports, reaching the end of the stack.
Ilromie says 'The copy was in your house?'
Ilromie now follows you.
You nod.
A Tranquil Respite
| This bedroom is the complete opposite of the havoc-filled
| sitting-room downstairs. Though the room is quite spacious,
| it is sparsely furnished with a single, modest bed and a small
| fur rug, both a simple white. Large windows on the north and
*-@ | east walls let in a good amount of natural light, while a
| set of breezy linen curtains ensures privacy. A small, battered-looking
| writing desk sits against the north window where its occupant
| can peer out over the rustling sea of grasses and peep into
| the garden below. The walls are painted a soft neutral grey
---------+ color, the color of clouds just after a storm. The sensation
of calm and tranquility persists here. A spot of warm color is lent by the
cinnabar-speckled flower pot that rests in the northeast corner.
[Exits: west down]
A small painting depicts a figure seated on a cliff watching the sea.
A cozy fur rug is placed at the side of the bed.
A modest, neatly made bed rests against the east wall.
A large flower pot is here.
A news pamphlet is on a small writing desk.
A quill with a white feather is on a small writing desk.
A mug of hot cocoa is on a small writing desk.
A white lily is on a small writing desk.
A small, scuffed writing desk faces the north window.
A small white shelf next to the bed acts as a nightstand.
You sense activity near your owl: A brown-banded hawk flies up.
A brown-banded hawk flies in.
You sense activity near your owl: Llywehh the snarling doberman walks up.
Llywehh the snarling doberman walks in.
You point at a small writing desk.
Ilromie turns the page to face her and immediately frowns.
You say 'I am not sure what to make of it yet.'
Ilromie reads through the note, than starts at the top again.
Ilromie says 'It is quite troubling.'
You say 'Mm.'
Ilromie says 'Yet, if Aelaldric did break free on his own, even for a moment...'
Ilromie says 'Such would bring me great hope.'
You nod.
You say 'I pray this is so. And yet, I am uncertain.'
You say 'I did not mention it to Leitha. I do not know if it is a ploy to hobble her, that he can hurt her more easily.'
You say 'But what if it is true?'
Ilromie nods.
You mull over the idea at hand, asking for patience.
Ilromie says 'If it is true, then we must help him.'
You say 'I fought Aelaldric once. He attacked me in town. Simply flinging his body at me like a doll.'
Ilromie says 'There was naught written around the tear?'
Ilromie winces in agony.
You say 'The parchment is destroyed there. I do not know if he could finish the words he meant to scribe.'
You say 'He spoke his name to me, the demon.'
You mull over the idea at hand, asking for patience.
You say 'I cannot pronounce it.'
Ilromie says 'Maybe it is best not to.'
You say 'But when I was a little girl, the stories always said that one's true name can carry great power over a person.'
Ilromie says 'Would he truly hand us the keys by which to undo him?'
You say 'He likely thought I was powerless against him.'
You chuckle politely.
You say 'I am not the most terrifying of opponents.'
Ilromie shakes her head.
Ilromie says 'Perhaps not, but a healer of your stature...'
You say 'A weak old woman with memory problems.'
Ilromie says 'Your experience with the other demons. You drove out Markus's.'
You say 'I do not know if he knows what we did for Markus.'
Ilromie smirks.
Ilromie says 'Then we are at an advantage.'
Ilromie says 'I wonder if the demon speaks elvish...'
You bat your eyelashes.
You say 'Do you think we can communicate to Aelaldric without the demon being aware?'
You say 'I was thinking of perhaps writing a hidden message into a note.'
Ilromie sits down and thinks deeply.
Ilromie says 'What message?'
You say 'Something to bolster his spirits.'
You say 'And to know he does not struggle alone.'
Ilromie nods.
You say 'I will attempt a draft.'
Ilromie smiles at you.
String so far:
-==========================================================================-
1. Have you dwelled long enough in Serin, demon?
2. Our souls are strengthened by hope, and pain is but transitory.
3. Lives filled with pain find moments of happiness all the sweeter.
4. Death, too, is but a veil between worlds...
5.
6. Feeling anything, in truth, is to know one is alive.
7. A
8. S
9. T
10.
11. W
12. E
13.
14. W
15. I
16. L
17. L
18.
19. A
20. I
21. D
>
Your changes have been saved.
You say 'I have put my beginnings of my thoughts in an untitled booklet if you have any ideas.'
Ilromie looks over the draft.
Ilromie smiles happily.
Ilromie says 'Quite clever, my friend.'
Ilromie sits down and thinks deeply.
Ilromie says '"Although...'
Ilromie says 'Any shred of hope is enough?'
Ilromie sits down and thinks deeply.
You nod.
Ilromie says 'No, this must look like it is written to the demon.'
You agree absolutely.
Ilromie says '"Although you may control him..."'
Ilromie sits down and thinks deeply.
String so far:
-==========================================================================-
1. Have you dwelled long enough in Serin, demon?
2. Our souls are strengthened by hope, and pain is but transitory.
3. Lives filled with pain find moments of happiness all the sweeter.
4. Death, too, is but a veil between worlds...
5.
6. Feeling anything, in truth, is to know one is alive.
7. Although you may control his body, he is still there inside.
8. Still breathing there, still listening to your every thought.
9. Tethering him has bound you, too.
10.
11. W
12. E
13.
14. W
15. I
16. L
17. L
18.
19. A
20. I
21. D
>
Your changes have been saved.
You say 'There, the second "verse"... perhaps.'
Ilromie beams broadly!
Ilromie says 'Excellent.'
Ilromie says 'Within you lies a sprit of love and life. A spirit whole without your corruption. Everything you have done is...'
Ilromie sits down and thinks deeply.
<MYSTIC> Glorwinda the Psi-Ascetic: 'The winds welcome your return, Wylsin the Sage of Arcane Power, Doyen of Arcane.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'Ah, greetings Wylsin!'
<MYSTIC> (Doyen) Wylsin: 'Salutations Serra.'
You say 'Another brilliant mind to put to the task perhaps!'
Ilromie agrees absolutely.
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'Ilromie and I are working upon a puzzle. Would you care to join us?'
<MYSTIC> (Doyen) Wylsin: 'I would. What puzzle do you investigate?'
Wylsin joins the group.
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'Please come to my home and I will show you everything.'
<MYSTIC> (Doyen) Wylsin: 'I shall be there shortly.'
A Tranquil Respite
| This bedroom is the complete opposite of the havoc-filled
| sitting-room downstairs. Though the room is quite spacious,
| it is sparsely furnished with a single, modest bed and a small
| fur rug, both a simple white. Large windows on the north and
*-@ | east walls let in a good amount of natural light, while a
| set of breezy linen curtains ensures privacy. A small, battered-looking
| writing desk sits against the north window where its occupant
| can peer out over the rustling sea of grasses and peep into
| the garden below. The walls are painted a soft neutral grey
---------+ color, the color of clouds just after a storm. The sensation
of calm and tranquility persists here. A spot of warm color is lent by the
cinnabar-speckled flower pot that rests in the northeast corner.
[Exits: west down]
A small painting depicts a figure seated on a cliff watching the sea.
A cozy fur rug is placed at the side of the bed.
A modest, neatly made bed rests against the east wall.
A large flower pot is here.
A news pamphlet is on a small writing desk.
A quill with a white feather is on a small writing desk.
A mug of hot cocoa is on a small writing desk.
A white lily is on a small writing desk.
A small, scuffed writing desk faces the north window.
A small white shelf next to the bed acts as a nightstand.
A brown-banded hawk flies in.
Llywehh the snarling doberman walks in.
Wylsin walks in.
A huge, many-coloured dragon flies in.
Wylsin gallantly tips her hat to Ilromie.
Wylsin says 'Salutations Ilromie.'
Ilromie smiles at Wylsin.
Ilromie says 'A pleasure to see you again, my friend.'
Ilromie looks at Wylsin.
Wylsin says 'Likewise, as always.'
Ilromie sits down and thinks deeply.
Ilromie says 'Something...seems different about you.'
Wylsin raises an eyebrow.
Wylsin looks at herself.
Wylsin says 'Oh.'
You let out a hearty laugh.
Wylsin blushes and tightens down their fullplate.
You say 'We have been considering this message I received from Aelaldric.'
Serra pats the news pamphlet on her desk.
Wylsin looks at a news pamphlet.
Wylsin sits down and thinks deeply.
Wylsin says 'Very curious.'
You nod.
You say 'We are thinking to respond to it with a hidden message.'
Wylsin sits down and thinks deeply.
You say 'To bolster Aelaldric's spirits, while we study how to expel the demon.'
You say 'So far, we have come up with a part-draft which I have stuck in an untitled booklet for the time being.'
Wylsin says 'If it is in fact genuine, that may be the only way. But how to devise a code that the true Aelaldric can decipher without altering the Demon.'
You nod.
You say 'I was hoping once I formatted that, it would not be noticeable. Then it would be up to Aelaldric to see it or not.'
You say 'Only... it is terribly hard to write acrostics!'
Ilromie agrees absolutely.
Ilromie says 'Therein lies the puzzle.'
You say 'Ilromie what had you suggested for the next line?'
You say 'I thought of one, but am not sure whether it is good.'
Ilromie thinks back.
You say '"What intrigues me now is why you seek pain."'
Ilromie says 'That is far better than my thought.'
Wylsin says 'I have made an addition.'
***
Have you dwelled long enough in Serin, demon?
Our souls are strengthened by hope, and pain is but transitory.
Lives filled with pain find moments of happiness all the sweeter.
Death, too, is but a veil between worlds...
Feeling anything, in truth, is to know one is alive.
Although you may control his body, he is still there inside.
Still breathing there, still listening to your every thought.
Tethering him has bound you, too.
When the time comes you can certainly be sure that you will be cast out.
Ending your presence in this world is our most laudable goal.
W
I
L
L
A
I
D
***
You clap your hands together.
Wylsin says to you 'Your proposal will still fit on the next stanza.'
Ilromie agrees absolutely.
You agree absolutely.
Wylsin says 'I apologize for making changes without consultation.'
You say 'No no, it is very welcome!'
***
Have you dwelled long enough in Serin, demon?
Our souls are strengthened by hope, and pain is but transitory.
Lives filled with pain find moments of happiness all the sweeter.
Death, too, is but a veil between worlds...
Feeling anything, in truth, is to know one is alive.
Although you may control his body, he is still there inside.
Still breathing there, still listening to your every thought.
Tethering him has bound you, too.
When the time comes you can certainly be sure that you will be cast out.
Ending your presence in this world is our most laudable goal.
What intrigues me now is why you seek pain, and why you seek it in Serin.
In Acadia, did you not have your fill of the suffering of the dead?
L
L
A
I
D
***
You say 'I have added two more lines.'
Ilromie says '"of the dead? Of the Lost?"'
You say 'Of the lost... Yes, true.'
***
In Acadia, did you not have your fill of the suffering of the lost?
***
Kali joins the group.
You tell your group 'Greetings, sir.'
Kali tells the group 'Greetings Serra. Greetings Wylsin.'
Ilromie says 'I meant like that.'
***
In Acadia, did you not have your fill of the suffering of the dead? Of the
Lost?
***
Kali tells the group 'Where might I find you all?'
You say 'Oh.'
Wylsin says 'Serra, do you have a kitchen?'
You nod.
You say 'Downstairs and to the west.'
Wylsin nods.
Wylsin will be right back!
Wylsin walks down.
A huge, many-coloured dragon flies down.
You tell your group 'We are writing a moment, but perhaps we can find something more exciting to do soon.'
Wylsin walks in.
A huge, many-coloured dragon flies in.
Wylsin says 'I simply required a spot of hydration.'
You smile happily.
Ilromie nods.
Kali tells the group 'Oh, please do not lay down your quills on my behalf. I do so enjoy reading the scrolls that you all scribe.'
You say 'With this I might avoid the extra "Of" if we wish to format it to hide the message.'
Ilromie says 'In fact, it was my thought that one letter out of place might give Aelaldric the clue.'
You ponder the question.
You say 'I see.'
Ilromie says 'However, what is a clue to him could be a clue for the demon.'
Ilromie frowns.
Serra taps her chin thoughtfully.
Ilromie says 'I think you are right.'
Ilromie says 'No clue but the answer itself.'
Kali tells the group 'Please feel free to devote all of your focus to your works.'
Kali tells the group 'I will wait out here and watch for any that may disrupt you all.'
Players near you in A Large Lodge:
<PK> Kali A Windswept Meadow
<PK> Wylsin A Tranquil Respite, near A Windswept Meadow
<PK> Ilromie A Tranquil Respite, near A Windswept Meadow
<PK> Serra A Tranquil Respite, near A Windswept Meadow
You tell your group 'Thank you, sir, that is very kind.'
Wylsin sits down and thinks deeply.
Ilromie says 'The Knights wish my aid in gaining ranks.'
You say 'I will work on this a bit longer, please do go ahead.'
Wylsin says 'I believe that each line should be a complete sentence. Unless we are to make the thing a proper poem.'
You nod in enthusiastic agreement with Wylsin.
Ilromie agrees absolutely.
Ilromie says 'I have removed the change I made last.'
Ilromie says 'I regret to leave in the middle of this task.'
Ilromie says 'Please excuse me.'
Wylsin gallantly tips his hat to Ilromie.
Llywehh the snarling doberman walks down.
Kali tells the group 'Please keep your wolf on guard Serra, for I no longer stand at your door.'
You tell your group 'Indeed sir, thank you.'
***
Have you dwelled long enough in Serin, demon?
Our souls are strengthened by hope, and pain is but transitory.
Lives filled with pain find moments of happiness all the sweeter.
Death, too, is but a veil between worlds...
Feeling anything, in truth, is to know one is alive.
Although you may control his body, he is still there inside.
Still breathing there, still listening to your every thought.
Tethering him has bound you, too.
When the time comes you can certainly be sure that you will be cast out.
Ending your presence in this world is our most laudable goal.
What intrigues me now is why you seek pain, and why you seek it in Serin.
In Acadia, did you not have your fill of the suffering of the dead?
L
L
A
I
D
***
[ Fire ] <PK> <STRIFE> Grogdan the Volcano of Infinite Rage
[ Stone ] <PK> <STRIFE> Braunin the Volcano of Infinite Rage
[ Beast ] Milothgar Viarasch the Learned of the Fletched Arrow, Squire of Valour
[ Elf ] <PK> (OUTCAST) Kali Windbreeze the Rebuked Chimera
[ H-Elf ] <PK> [KNIGHT] Dame Leitha Dondeleon the Holy Lady, Footwoman of Valour
[ Gnome ] <PK> <MYSTIC> (Doyen) Wylsin Plindane the Sage of Arcane Power, Doyen of Arcane
[ H-Elf ] Ritorin the Master of the West Wind
[ Dwarf ] Hadrelan the Master of the Path
[ Elf ] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Polymath) Duchess Ilromie Illistarre the Sage of Arcane Power, Polymath of History
[ Trean ] <PK> Gruezi the Hierophant of the Grove
[ Minot ] Methok the Warrior
[ Drow ] <PK> Renzo Montalbano the Wizard of Warfare
[50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Paradigm of Water, Doyenne of Religion
[ Dridr ] Mordrim the Dark Knight
[ Stone ] <PK> <STRIFE> Battlelord Jomorl the Volcano of Infinite Rage, Observer of the Obvious
Players found: 15
[WARLORD] The clamour of War prevails.
There are 15 characters on; the most on this past month was 17.
Players near you in A Large Lodge:
<PK> Wylsin A Tranquil Respite, near A Windswept Meadow
<PK> Serra A Tranquil Respite, near A Windswept Meadow
Wylsin says 'Are you presently modifying the booklet?'
You shake your head.
You say 'Would you like to take some letters and I can take some others?'
Wylsin says 'I have some inspiration I will put to the page.'
You beam delightedly!
Wylsin nods.
***
Have you dwelled long enough in Serin, demon?
Our souls are strengthened by hope, and pain is but transitory.
Lives filled with pain find moments of happiness all the sweeter.
Death, too, is but a veil between worlds...
Feeling anything, in truth, is to know one is alive.
Although you may control his body, he is still there inside.
Still breathing there, still listening to your every thought.
Tethering him has bound you, too.
When the time comes you can certainly be sure that you will be cast out.
Ending your presence in this world is our most laudable goal.
What intrigues me now is why you seek pain, and why you seek it in Serin.
In Acadia, did you not have your fill of the suffering of the dead?
L
L
All that aside, be sure Demon that you will not be victorious.
Inside you dwells a strong soul that will not be pushed aside without end.
Do not fret, fair and true soul of Aelaldric, you will not be forsaken.
***
Wylsin says 'Please have a look and share your thoughts.'
You clap your hands together.
<SCHOLAR> (Polymath) Ilromie: 'In fact, that's a perfect final line.'
You say 'Wonderful. Now just the two lines left.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'It is brilliant, I concur.'
String so far:
-==========================================================================-
1. Have you dwelled long enough in Serin, demon?
2. Our souls are strengthened by hope, and pain is but transitory.
3. Lives filled with pain find moments of happiness all the sweeter.
4. Death, too, is but a veil between worlds...
5.
6. Feeling anything, in truth, is to know one is alive.
7. Although you may control his body, he is still there inside.
8. Still breathing there, still listening to your every thought.
9. Tethering him has bound you, too.
10.
11. When the time comes you can certainly be sure that you will be cast out.
12. Ending your presence in this world is our most laudable goal.
13.
14. What intrigues me now is why you seek pain, and why you seek it in Serin.
15. In Acadia, did you not have your fill of the suffering of the dead?
16. Living within a Serin host must differ somehow from an Acadian one.
17. Less magical, assuredly, for I have seen the beings that inhabit there...
18.
19. All that aside, be sure Demon that you will not be victorious.
20. Inside you dwells a strong soul that will not be pushed aside without end.
21. Do not fret, fair and true soul of Aelaldric, you will not be forsaken.
>
Your changes have been saved.
<MYSTIC> (Doyen) Wylsin: 'So Milothgar has been made a Squire.'
You say 'I have added two lines.'
<SCHOLAR> (Polymath) Ilromie: 'He has.'
Wylsin nods.
Wylsin says 'Quite good.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'We have completed a draft. What do you think?'
Kali tells the group 'The more Knights in the realms, the better.'
You say 'I do hope he notices our words.'
Wylsin nods.
You tell your group 'Indeed, we have need of the Castle to stand firm.'
Wylsin says 'Although, even if the Demon notices them as well, what would come of it?'
You say 'I do not think he can do much worse to his host. If he killed him, he would have to find another one.'
Wylsin says 'He cannot divorce himself fully from the Elf-soul without disinhabiting the body.'
Wylsin nods.
<SCHOLAR> (Polymath) Ilromie: 'Forgive my delay...'
Wylsin says 'He could perhaps dole out a form of punishment, though I can hardly fathom what more could be worse.'
You nod.
Wylsin says 'Than is already being inflicted, that is.'
You say 'Unless he could destroy his mind completely.'
Brrrrrrrrr.
You say 'But perhaps that too, would be a release.'
<SCHOLAR> (Polymath) Ilromie: 'I think it's excellent, though there does seem to be a shift from a plural voice to a singular.'
Wylsin says 'I would wager that if the Demon had that ability he would have done so already.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'I think I will change "our goal" to "a goal". Thus not giving away that we are joining forces.'
You say 'Hmm. Perhaps that is true.'
<SCHOLAR> (Polymath) Ilromie: 'In fact, that was precisely my concern.'
<MYSTIC> (Doyen) Wylsin: 'Ah, quite right, Ilromie. I was indeed writing in a second-person prose.'
String so far:
-==========================================================================-
1. Have you dwelled long enough in Serin, demon?
2. Our souls are strengthened by hope, and pain is but transitory.
3. Lives filled with pain find moments of happiness all the sweeter.
4. Death, too, is but a veil between worlds...
5.
6. Feeling anything, in truth, is to know one is alive.
7. Although you may control his body, he is still there inside.
8. Still breathing there, still listening to your every thought.
9. Tethering him has bound you, too.
10.
11. When the time comes you can certainly be sure that you will be cast out.
12. Ending your presence in this world is a most laudable goal.
13.
14. What intrigues me now is why you seek pain, and why you seek it in Serin.
15. In Acadia, did you not have your fill of the suffering of the dead?
16. Living within a Serin host must differ somehow from an Acadian one.
17. Less magical, assuredly, for I have seen the beings that inhabit there...
18.
19. All that aside, be sure, demon, that you will not be victorious.
20. Inside you dwells a strong soul that will not be pushed aside without end.
21. Do not fret, fair and true soul of Aelaldric, you will not be forsaken.
>
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'I have added the formatted version that I will send as a second page in the booklet.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'I hope it will work!'
From: <SCHOLAR> Serra
To: Aelaldric
Subject: On Hope
Content:
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Have you dwelled long enough in Serin, demon? Our souls are strengthened
by hope, and pain is but transitory. Lives filled with pain find moments of
happiness all the sweeter. Death, too, is but a veil between worlds...
Feeling anything, in truth, is to know one is alive. Although you may
control his body, he is still there inside. Still breathing there, still
listening to your every thought. Tethering him has bound you, too.
When the time comes, you can certainly be sure that you will be cast out.
Ending your presence in this world is a most laudable goal.
What intrigues me now is why you seek pain, and why you seek it in Serin.
In Acadia, did you not have your fill of the suffering of the dead? Living
within a Serin host must differ somehow from an Acadian one. Less magical,
assuredly, for I have seen the beings that inhabit there...
All that aside, be sure, demon, that you will not be victorious. Inside you
dwells a strong soul that will not be pushed aside without end. Do not
fret, fair and true soul of Aelaldric, you will not be forsaken.
<MYSTIC> (Doyen) Wylsin: 'Certainly arranging it thusly will make the code harder to notice.'
<MYSTIC> (Doyen) Wylsin: 'For both parties in consideration.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'I agree.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'It is a fine line. I do not know much about Aelaldric and whether he was any good at word puzzles.'
You let out a hearty laugh.
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'I could send the un-formatted version if preferred.'
<MYSTIC> (Doyen) Wylsin: 'I could be swayed either way. What do you think, Ilromie?'
<SCHOLAR> (Polymath) Ilromie: 'I trust in the intelligence of the elf within to spy the code.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'Very well, I shall send the formatted one.'
<MYSTIC> (Doyen) Wylsin: 'Very well then.'
Note posted.
Ok.
Serra dusts off her hands.
You say 'That was quite fun.'
Wylsin smiles happily.
Wylsin agrees absolutely.
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