>>> In which the goblin witch Valindra displays her powers.
<HERALD> Odile the Crier: 'The winds welcome your return, Valindra the Sage of Arcane Power, Chronicler of Myth.'
[ Gobln ] <PK> <HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra Skitterwit the Sage of Arcane Power, Chronicler of Myth [ Drow ] Xorhae the Disciple of Motion [50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Holy Matriarch of Healing, Doyenne of Physical [ Beast ] <PK> Hraozen the Wrath of Nature [ H-Elf ] <PK> [KNIGHT] Dame Leitha Dondeleon the Holy Lady, Footwoman of Valour [ Drow ] Gzarza the Order of the Red Robe Players found: 6 [KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms. There are 6 characters on; the most on this past month was 17.
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'I have been gathering the things you requested.'
<HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'Soon, we will sit in seance.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'How was your trip to Acadia?'
<HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'Unproductive.' <HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'I have sought the counsel of gods as we prepare to conjure.' <HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'I have learned little.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'Uncharted territory, it seems.'
<HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'Vevier may know more, but she would not yield her secrets . . . when I told her who we sought.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'I see.' <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'I was speaking with Ilromie just last Renewal regarding the Collector of Secrets.'
<HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'Oh?'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'It seems she may be harboring certain secrets of her own.'
<HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'I must know more.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'Indeed, Villidan came to visit me in a rush, bearing me a strange gift.'
<HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'Such excitement. What did the dirty bind proffer?'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'It was a muffin... a gift from his goddess. It was laced with curious magic that allowed me access to yet another lost memory.' <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'This memory was about a mystery Ilromie and I had been working to solve not long before my departure to the ice.'
<HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'Then I too have a gift.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'The effort towards the seance is already more gift than I can ever repay.'
<HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'Then I shall save the muffins for our necromantic cantrips.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'Again, muffins? Lady Vevier has been busy.' <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'Villidan asked me to summon a bunny for him, and the ones that kept coming to my call had heads shaped like baked goods.' <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'It was most disconcerting.'
<HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'She has a peculiar sense of humor and unsatiated appetites.' <HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'I let her eat Hibbadibbity several times.'
<HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'She always comes back.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'Quite fascinating.'
<HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'I offered her the stasis card in which I gaol Olgarda.' <HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'She was quite tempted.' <HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'But we must continue on without the aid of gods.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'Once upon a time, I asked my Lord what he knew about the world beyond the living. He seemed to know little about it.' <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'I wondered then if those of us who must face death carry more knowledge than those who cannot.'
<HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'Such mysteries we seek to penetrate . . .'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'Indeed. Perhaps... perhaps I should again seek the mysterious God of Death and Dismemberment who visited me when I woke.'
<HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'Yes, but take care.' <HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'I have a present for you. It is a first edition of my interview with the Implementor of Blood.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'Oh!'
<HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'I printed only five.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'Are you in the Rest?'
<HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'I stare disconsolately out the window to my garden.'
Office of the High Herald *| The door to this room is partially blocked by a giant || bookshelf, the first of a dozen or so placed around the *-* * *| walls of the room. In the center of the mess and half | | || hidden by another large bookshelf, is a grand desk with @-*-*| a tall and softly padded chair. A large soft rug fills || the floor of the room, with a smaller mat intended for *| shoes, so that visitors won't track mud all over the already | cluttered floor. Two fine oaken doorways open to the north | and east. ---------+
[Exits: north east] A magical spring flows from the ground here. A magic mushroom is here. A desk covered with soft leather rests here facing a window. A glass cabinet is mounted above the desk containing a golden parchment. A Four-Leaf Clover. Valindra the Sage of Arcane Power, Chronicler of Myth is here. (Charmed) A tiny wisp hovers here, shedding its essence as it bobs in the air. Wiggles the enormous old alsatian walks in.
You smile at her.
Valindra smiles, her chins wobbling.
You say 'What troubles you so?'
Valindra rummages around in one of the many pouches that dangle from her waist. Valindra gives you a news pamphlet. Valindra gets a fragile crystal ball from a satchel embroidered with the crest of Heralds. Valindra says to you 'Only that I hate not knowing.' Valindra says to you 'Such a posture is not a fortune-teller's favorite.'
You nod.
Valindra says 'I do not wish to downgrade my reputation to some-seeing after all.'
You let out a hearty laugh.
Valindra winks a tiny, watery eye.
You say 'In my view, it is yet another exciting mystery to uncover.'
Valindra nods at you in agreement. Valindra says 'I know you quest for answers to the holes in your memory.'
You nod.
Valindra says 'But I must confess . . . my interest is not merely academic.'
You say 'Oh?'
Valindra says 'I have always wished to peek behind the curtain between this life and the next. I have crossed over many time, but each new body remembers less of the original.'
You say 'Ah!' You say 'But you do remember...'
Valindra says 'Some.'
You say 'What do you remember?'
Valindra says 'I remember many things.' Valindra says 'But as to their order?' Valindra shakes her head, wisps of white hair streaming behind her as if caught in an unfelt breeze. Valindra puts a fragile crystal ball on a leather covered desk.
You say 'Such is why I have always attempted to capture my thoughts in writing.'
Valindra says 'You are wise, Doyenne.' Valindra says 'We must find Olgarda's grimoire.'
You say 'Even if the pages became jumbled, there might be threads to piece it back together.' You agree absolutely.
Valindra says 'I confess . . . I could not find it. After.'
You say 'Who was Olgarda in relation to you, before?'
Valindra says 'A sister? An enemy?'
You ponder the question. You say 'Were you rivals?'
Valindra says 'The memories are difficult to unravel.'
You say 'What was she like, aside from living in an edible house?'
Valindra says 'A cruel witch with dark appetites.' Valindra says 'I now find them difficult to control, Doyenne.'
You ponder the question. You say 'I sense you perhaps contain more souls than one.'
A tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity pitches from a dark corner of the office, where she had been roosting.
Serra rubs her chin thoughtfully.
A tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity flutters down to Valindra's stubby, outstretched palm.
You say 'Which, if true, likely increases the complexity of memories you must disentangle.'
A tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity says 'The lines blur occasionally.'
You blink innocently at a tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity. You say 'Good gracious.'
Valindra closes her fist over Hibbadibbity and stuffs the tiny wisp away into one of the many pouches dangling from her waist. A tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity transforms into a miniature chess piece of itself.
You say 'Has she always spoken and I simply could not understand her?'
Valindra says 'Only to me.'
You say 'Ah!' You nod.
Valindra says 'And . . . is such even language? I have never been sure before.'
You say 'Possibly a force of thought.'
Valindra gets a fragile crystal ball from a leather covered desk. Valindra smiles again, vaguely reminiscent of a toad. Valindra looks at you. Valindra says 'Doyenne, what do you know of a witch named . . . Alaia? Alaila? I should have written her name down.' Valindra says 'A crone, to be sure.'
You mull over the idea at hand, asking for patience.
Valindra says 'Aalania.'
You say 'Ah, the one who resides in the Maelstrom.'
Valindra closes her eyes, and when she opens them her pupils have vanished. Valindra nods at you in agreement.
You say 'I have met her but once.' You say 'There was a strange quest I was pursuing there, something about a party...' You say 'Do you know her as well?'
Valindra says 'I . . . I am not sure.' Valindra says 'But I would attend her later.'
You nod.
Valindra says 'For now, I must rest.' Valindra's pupils return, and with such a force that her eyes are now nearly black. Valindra says 'I . . . this headache is peculiar, Serra.'
You say 'Are you alright?'
Valindra tilts her head to the side as if attempting to dislodge water from her ear. Valindra says 'I . . . I will be fine.' Valindra looks up at Serra, seeming unsure. She darts forward to grip the Doyenne's leg, not unaffectionately.
Serra leans down and pats Valindra's shoulder reassuringly.
Valindra says 'Sometimes I forget myself in your company, but perhaps that is not so bad.' Valindra nods decisively as she retreats further into the Heralds' sacred home. <HERALD> Odile the Crier: 'Farewell Valindra, may the winds guide you to a swift return.'
>>> The day of the seance arrives.
<HERALD> Odile the Crier: 'The winds welcome your return, Valindra the Sage of Arcane Power, Chronicler of Myth.'
<HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'Hail tidings to the Doyenne of Physical!'
<SCHOLAR> (Polymath) Ilromie: 'A pleasure to see you.'
<HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'And you, my friend.' <HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'I am sore to have missed your conversation about the Mystique.'
<MYSTIC> (Annotator) Pauwyr: 'Hello, Valindra.' <MYSTIC> (Annotator) Pauwyr: 'If you see Jimmy, let me know.'
<HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'Pauwyr Rauwyr, you old scamp!'
<SCHOLAR> (Polymath) Ilromie: 'I would have valued your input certainly.'
<HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'Do you all sit in caucus?'
<MYSTIC> (Annotator) Pauwyr: 'I know not where Serra or Ilromie are.' <MYSTIC> (Annotator) Pauwyr: 'Just follow the smell of flan.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra: 'Ilromie and I are awash in piles of things in her sitting room.'
<HERALD> (Chronicler) Valindra: 'I have gifts for you both.'
Office of the High Herald *| The door to this room is partially blocked by a giant || bookshelf, the first of a dozen or so placed around the *-* * *| walls of the room. In the center of the mess and half | | || hidden by another large bookshelf, is a grand desk with @-*-*| a tall and softly padded chair. A large soft rug fills || the floor of the room, with a smaller mat intended for *| shoes, so that visitors won't track mud all over the already | cluttered floor. Two fine oaken doorways open to the north | and east. ---------+
[Exits: north east] A desk covered with soft leather rests here facing a window. A glass cabinet is mounted above the desk containing a golden parchment. A Four-Leaf Clover. (Charmed) A tiny wisp hovers here, shedding its essence as it bobs in the air. (White Aura) Valindra the Sage of Arcane Power, Chronicler of Myth is here.
You say 'Thought I'd find you here.' Heh.
Valindra claps her stubby fingers together in delight. Valindra now follows you.
You smile happily.
Valindra says 'You spoil me, Doyenne.'
You say 'Ilromie and the Knight are discussing Castle matters in her manor, so I thought I'd slip away.' You say 'We've been working on a book of collected poems dating back to the first Mystique.' You wince in agony.
Valindra giggles. Valindra says 'That bad?'
You say 'There are fifteen volumes worth of them.' You let out a hearty laugh. You say 'The work is enormous.'
Valindra says 'I'd saved you several muffins, but I suppose I did not gird my bag appropriately.' Valindra looks at you.
You say 'Muffins of mystery.'
Valindra says 'They are no cookies but seem to do in a pinch.'
You say 'Do you prefer cookies?'
Valindra says 'Mysterious cookies, anyway.'
You let out a hearty laugh. You say 'Do they reveal new mysteries?'
Valindra says 'They are useful in luring wastrels, wraiths, and children.' Valindra blinks her tiny, watery eyes. Valindra says 'Perhaps giants?'
You say 'I see.' You peer intently at Valindra. You say 'I don't know. I haven't tried one.'
Valindra says 'We must petition the Mirage then.' Valindra puts a fragile crystal ball on a leather covered desk.
You nod. You say 'I have brought some items for the scrying.' You say 'First, the glass.'
Object 'periapt glass vision charm' is type jewelry, material glass. Extra flags: none. Made to be worn on the neck. Weight is 0 lbs 3 ounces, value is 20, level is 50. Modifies intelligence by 2. Modifies wisdom by 2. Modifies save vs mental by 8. Rare item.
You give a periapt of vision to Valindra.
Valindra blinks at Ilromie's arrival, her smile broadening to toad-like comparisons.
You smile at her.
Valindra says to Ilromie 'I have something for you.' Valindra gives a news pamphlet to Ilromie.
Ilromie smiles at Valindra.
Valindra says 'It is a first edition of my interview with the Implementor of Blood.'
You say 'I hope you do not mind, I shared my copy with Lord Ceridwel and he spirited away with it.'
Valindra says 'I printed only five. Now two are left.' Valindra gives you a news pamphlet. Valindra says 'Now one is left.'
You thank Valindra heartily.
Ilromie skims over the parchment, her eye twitching slightly at the sight of the blood at the bottom. Ilromie says 'Thank you, Valindra.'
Valindra smiles again, her chins wobbling.
Ilromie rolls the parchment up and tucks it into her bag. Ilromie puts a news pamphlet in a mysterious bag of the Magi.
Valindra twirls for her sisters, the lip of her crimson robe catching in an unfelt wind.
[ Human ] Maeve the Evil Fighter [ Dwarf ] <PK> [JUSTICE] Bamor the Holy Knight [ Gnome ] <NEW> Calion the Creator [ H-Elf ] Ritorin the Seeker of Knowledge [ Gobln ] <PK> <HERALD> (Lore Keeper) Valindra Skitterwit the Sage of Arcane Power, Lore Keeper of Myth [ H-Elf ] <PK> [KNIGHT] Dame Leitha Dondeleon the Holy Lady, Footwoman of Valour [ Dwarf ] Gerok the Gladiator [ Dwarf ] Asendan the Gladiator [50 Storm Hea] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra the Paradigm of Water, Doyenne of Physical [ Elf ] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Polymath) Duchess Ilromie Illistarre the Sage of Arcane Power, Polymath of History Players found: 10 [KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms. There are 10 characters on; the most on this past month was 17.
You say 'Well deserved, Lore Keeper.'
Valindra says 'I guard our myths zealously, but they still slip through my fingers like sand.'
You say 'Sometimes the myths are better shared than kept secret.'
Valindra nods at you in agreement.
Ilromie says 'How else do they propagate?'
Valindra says 'It is in the telling but especially the re-telling.' Valindra nods at Ilromie. Valindra looks at a periapt of vision. Valindra examines a periapt of vision closely. Valindra stares into the periapt for some time before her concentration breaks. Valindra says 'I have consulted two gods, but I suspect that neither have the answers we seek.'
You nod.
Valindra says 'I have concluded from my conversation with the Implementor that gods may be omnipotent -- but not omniscient.' Valindra says 'Their attention is finite, but can be focused.' Valindra says 'To speak so may be heresy. Let us not repeat it.'
Ilromie nods.
You chuckle politely.
Valindra eyes Hibbadibbity askance.
Ilromie looks at a tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity.
A tiny fey hovers delicately in the air before you, trailing motes of wisp essence behind it like a tail. Prismatic, the creature traps the light as if it were a gem, shining, then evanescing, between shades of white, purple, and green--the latter a color not often seen in the species. The creature caroms through the air like a maniacal hummingbird before alighting on the shoulder of its goblin master. A tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity is in excellent condition.
You say 'Then we venture forth into the unknown, as always?' You let out a hearty laugh.
Valindra's eyes shift from a fragile crystal ball to the periapt in her stubby hands. Valindra says 'I think so.'
Ilromie drinks water from a silver chalice ornamented with pearls.
You say 'I shall follow your lead.'
Ilromie says 'How does this ritual work?'
Valindra says 'Have you recalled any new memories since the last time we conjured?'
You nod.
Valindra says 'Tell me.'
You say 'I have worked my way through the available editions of the Mystiques, and through the books on Acadia. These memories have been returned to me.'
Valindra says 'And what question is left to you?'
You say 'Through Ilromie's patience, I have regained most of our shared memories, as well.'
Ilromie smiles at you.
You say 'I have remembered the work I devoted my life to, studying the Physical, and the one who tethered me to the earth, who has departed.'
Valindra says 'Speak it plain. We seek to conjure the spirit of the Touch of Serendipity?'
You say 'I seek her now to bid the farewell I could not bear to give before.' You nod.
Valindra says 'I must admit: I know no ritual aside from the force of our intention.'
Ilromie frowns.
You say 'Perhaps it is enough if she will hear me, even if I will never hear her voice again.'
Valindra says 'I myself have sought to pierce the veil for sometime.'
Ilromie removes a blue-tinged dragonscale barbute from her head. Ilromie wears a circlet of security on her head.
Valindra says 'I wished to bring Gimbolin's spirit back from Acadia and stuff it into a golem made from his hair.'
You chuckle politely.
Ilromie says '...were you successful?'
You say 'So that was why you wished a hair-golem.'
Valindra says 'I never found him.'
You say 'Did he ever travel to Acadia?'
Valindra says 'Not to my knowledge.' Valindra says 'But do not all dead pass through there?'
You say 'I think his kind rather traveled between our physical world and the Ethereal Plane. Perhaps there is something of him there.' You ponder the question.
Valindra says 'I find myself there at the end of every journey.'
You say 'Indeed...'
'ACADIA'
Named for its outstanding natural beauty, the realm of Acadia is a richly magical part of the realms. It is colloquially known as the realm of the faeries, but a truly more accurate description would be the realm of the dead. A paradise where there is everlasting youth, beauty, health, abundance and joy, and where time moves differently. It is populated by the fey races known to Serin as brownies, pixies, spriggans, satyrs and the like, all of which are thought to be the spirits of the deceased. It has been the subject of hundreds of bard songs, each describing an idyllic wilderness paradise that promises to be free of disease and murder, but this is not entirely accurate. Although it does have parts that are so beautiful it appears to be dreamlike, there are places within that are truly the subject of nightmares. More commonly, adventurers speak of it in matters of economics, paying note to sufficient rewards for any time lost in it.
Parts of Acadia may be journeyed to directly from Serin, usually via fuzzy-looking portals that arise near grave sites. The Emerald Forest and Escismir E'gal are notable zones that belong to it and allow it to be reachable from Serin.
Note that Acadia areas are unaffected by ethereal spells.
9.3. SUMMARY > THE REALMS > ACADIA
Valindra says 'But I have never felt such as when we last conjured. Let us do so again, and seek some answers in the glass.'
You nod.
Valindra sits down at a leather covered desk.
You say 'I have brought as requested the three items.'
Valindra says 'Array them on the desk?'
You put an ice staff on a leather covered desk. You get a tin canteen from a mysterious bag of the Magi. You put a tin canteen on a leather covered desk. You get The Serin Mystique, Volume 15, Issue 3 from a mysterious bag of the Magi. You get a yellow sunflower from The Serin Mystique, Volume 15, Issue 3. You put a yellow sunflower on a leather covered desk.
Ilromie checks the lay of her circlet upon her head.
Valindra holds the periapt over the crystal ball. A small flame kindles in both, a tiny spark.
Ilromie tells the group 'Even without the stones, this has some power.'
You tell your group 'Ah - there is a charged one upon my desk.' You tell your group 'If you wish a stronger one.'
Ilromie tells the group 'I know not if it will be necessary, though perhaps you would like to wear it?'
Valindra extends her stubby hands toward Ilromie and Serra.
You say 'I have brought, first, the staff which she wielded against the mighty legion warrior Groushtar.' You say 'Second, a tin containing holy water she blessed.' You say 'And third, the first flower she ever presented to me.'
You tell your group 'My faith in my Lord will protect me.'
Valindra says 'Let us set our intention, and then, Doyenne, you should make the invocation.'
You say 'What should I say?'
Valindra extends her hands again, palms a little sweaty, as she looks at Serra and Ilromie in turn.
A tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity stirs from perch upon Valindra's shoulder. She begins circling the room.
Ilromie steps closer and delicately places one hand in Valindra's.
Serra takes Valindra's hand carefully, along with Ilromie's.
Valindra's pupils immediately drain of color, milky white pools. Flames jump and dance in both the periapt and within the crystal ball.
Valindra says 'Call to the one you seek. Stir her if you can.'
You mull over the idea at hand, asking for patience.
Ilromie tightens her grips, then gives you a little shrug.
Serra murmurs softly 'Dear heart, do you hear me?'
Valindra's hair is caught in an unfelt breeze that drags along both the frames of Ilromie and Serra. Valindra jerks both the hands within her grip as the flames within the two glasses pulse once more.
Ilromie closes her eyes.
Valindra says to you 'Doyenne, what do you see? Can you pierce the flame?'
Serra stares into the flame intently. Serra's grip tightens involuntarily upon both of your hands. You say 'My love. I do not wish to disturb your peace long.' You say 'We were never one to ask forgiveness for each other. But I must do so now.' You say 'I must ask you forgiveness for leaving you then, when I made my trip to the ice.'
Valindra begins muttering something low and guttural beneath her breath. The flames pulse within the periapt and crystal ball, and the yellow flower begins to smoke.
Ilromie slits open her eyes at the smell of smoke, lips pressed nervously together.
You say 'And I must ask you forgiveness again for leaving your memory now, as I have chosen to turn my life away from the physical to the spiritual.'
Valindra says to you 'She is here, but something else is trying to cross over. Make your peace if you can.'
You nod.
Ilromie whispers 'Swiftly, my friend.'
You say 'I will always love you. I will see you again.' You nod.
Valindra continues muttering urgently. She grips your palms acutely, not letting you release.
You say 'Close the portal.'
Ilromie tightens her grips to something closer to knuckle-white.
Valindra slams the periapt upon the desk, and it shatters. Valindra withdraws her hand, which she'd taken with Serra's, from the table. Both hands are bloody.
You grimace painfully at the thought.
Valindra gives you a periapt of vision.
Ilromie pulls her hands away quickly and steps back from the table.
Valindra says 'It is perhaps worthless now.'
You drop a periapt of vision. A periapt of vision shatters into fragments.
Valindra shivers. She is paler than normal, a wan chartreuse.
You say 'It has done its purpose.'
Valindra says 'Did she speak to you?'
You say 'I felt a pulse of something. But words... no.'
Valindra says 'Something spoke to me.' Valindra shivers uncomfortably.
You say 'I am sorry.'
Ilromie says 'Was...was it her?'
Valindra says 'Not what I heard.'
You mull over the idea at hand, asking for patience. You say 'What did you hear?'
Valindra says 'There are demons, too, in Acadia . . . who wish to cross over.'
You nod. You say 'We have met one.'
Valindra nods at you in agreement. Valindra says 'There are more.' Valindra says 'A cacophony.'
You nod.
Ilromie says 'I have seen more than one.'
Valindra nods at Ilromie.
Valindra says 'They heard us too.' Valindra blinks innocently.
Ilromie frowns.
You say 'Perhaps it was a foolish task to undertake.' You say 'I should not have involved you in it.'
Ilromie checks on the circlet and withdraws her hand swiftly. Ilromie says 'Hot.' Ilromie frowns.
Valindra says 'I do not seek to turn away.' Valindra says 'There may be worse things in this world than us, but I should like to see it then.' Valindra's wan tone belies her gruff presentation. Her chins wobble a little uncertainly.
You get a yellow sunflower from a leather covered desk. You put a yellow sunflower in The Serin Mystique, Volume 15, Issue 3. You put The Serin Mystique, Volume 15, Issue 3 in a mysterious bag of the Magi. You get a tin canteen from a leather covered desk. You put a tin canteen in a mysterious bag of the Magi. You get an ice staff from a leather covered desk.
Valindra stands up. Valindra stretches her stubby legs.
Ilromie drinks deeply of her chalice as she wanders towards the window, looking out. Ilromie drinks water from a silver chalice ornamented with pearls.
You say 'The dead. Do they stay in the same form in Acadia?'
Valindra says 'Not always. Not usually. I cannot say.'
You say 'Or do they shift already to the next form they will take?' You say 'Hmm.'
Valindra says 'An answer for us each.' Valindra says 'But who is who?' Valindra blinks again.
You chuckle politely. You say 'You might be one of the few who has ever remembered their previous lives.'
Valindra says 'The first spell took a great deal out of me.' Valindra says 'My life, in fact.'
You wince in agony.
Ilromie looks at Valindra.
Valindra says 'Duchess, you are quiet.'
Ilromie says 'I am contemplating what we have done here.' Ilromie says 'You are confident nothing slipped through?'
Valindra says 'Confident.' Valindra says 'We never broke hands.' Valindra says 'We are a powerful circle.'
You say 'Hmm.' You say 'If we can allow passing in one direction... is it possible for us to send demons back to Acadia?'
Ilromie says 'I confess, I know little of these magics.' Ilromie blinks, her features lifting at the thought.
Valindra says 'The theory would be similar.' Valindra says 'Few have explored such magics.'
You say 'It might require more coercion. The demons I have met are not clamoring to return to Acadia.'
Valindra says 'Talismans to bolster the spell.' Valindra says 'A way to bind them.'
You nod.
Ilromie removes a circlet of security from her head.
Valindra says 'The periapt seemed to function as such.'
You nod. You say 'Knowing there may be a path to undoing some of their evil is some consolation.'
Valindra says 'All power has an opposite.'
You nod.
Valindra says 'I must recover from the magic we have conjured today.' Valindra has still not recovered her color. Valindra waddles off to her private chamber. <HERALD> Odile the Crier: 'Farewell Valindra, may the winds guide you to a swift return.'
Ilromie says 'I confess, I also feel drained. I can but imagine how you must f-'
You wince in agony. You say 'I am afraid I asked too much of her.'
Ilromie says 'The presence you sensed...was it her?'
You mull over the idea at hand, asking for patience. You say 'I felt something familiar, and yet unfamiliar.' You say 'So I am unsure.'
Ilromie says 'If we came even that close to success, then it was worth it.'
You sigh. You say 'I feel a bit foolish. We might have let even more demons into Serin for nothing.' Serra gives herself a full body shake. You say 'Well.'
You chuckle politely. You say 'It shall be the last time I attempt such a venture.'
Ilromie nods. Ilromie says 'She is driven by something more than arcane magic...'
You say 'She has incarnated multiple times before... and remembers some of it.' You say 'She has more power than she lets slip.' You say 'She... or perhaps...' You mull over the idea at hand, asking for patience.
Ilromie says 'The wisp.'
You say 'It spoke to me, earlier.' You say 'Not just its usual unintelligible whispers. It spoke directly.' You say 'I do not know if it is what it pretends to be.' You say 'But that is yet another mystery to unfurl.' You chuckle politely.
Ilromie says 'What did it say?'
You say 'Not much. Valindra stuffed it into a bag.' You say 'But it did speak.'
Ilromie says 'I confess, I am glad we did not do that in my home.'
You ponder the question. You say 'It said...' You frown disapprovingly. You say 'It said, "the lines blur occasionally."'
Ilromie says 'That's it?'
You nod.
Ilromie frowns. Ilromie says 'Why did I give away all my wine?'
You let out a hearty laugh. You say 'I cannot help you there.'
