In fact, someone must see this to resolution. I will take up the mantle, old friend. This pre-dates the Path of Water 4, just before Serra's final departure.
This log includes the last time the coven was in Serin together.
<HERALD> Odile the Crier: 'The winds welcome your return, Valindra the Poetic Prognosticator, Lore Keeper of Myth.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra : 'Greetings, dear. I am just about to rest.'
Mazin says 'I suppose I will wander off somewhere else now that it is so quiet.'
Mazin gallantly tips his hat.
<HERALD> (Lore Keeper) Valindra : 'Curses!'
Serra says 'My brain is melting.'
Mazin peers around himself intently.
Mazin says 'It is?'
Mazin says 'Why?'
<HERALD> (Lore Keeper) Valindra : 'Damn, damn, double damn!'
Serra says 'Too much monkey poo thrown at me earlier, I would suspect.'
You grimace painfully at the thought.
Mazin snickers softly.
You say 'In fact, the smell barely lingered.'
Serra lets out a hearty laugh.
Mazin peers around himself intently.
Serra says 'Why thank you.'
Mazin says 'In fact... '
Mazin mutters something quietly to himself.
Mazin walks north.
You grin evilly.
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra : 'Don't curse her while I'm sleeping!'
<SCHOLAR> (Polymath) Ilromie : 'Have I not until my reception?'
<HERALD> (Lore Keeper) Valindra : 'Curse whom? My sister, the Duchess Ilromie Illistarre? I. would. never.'
<HERALD> (Lore Keeper) Valindra : 'Dosoearly.'
You let out a hearty laugh.
<HERALD> (Lore Keeper) Valindra : 'I like to make an entrance.'
<SCHOLAR> (Doyenne) Serra : 'And an exit!'
<SCHOLAR> Xerties the Sage: 'Farewell Serra, may the winds guide you to a swift return.'
Serra has left the realms.
<HERALD> (Lore Keeper) Valindra : 'I set her up for that.'
<SCHOLAR> (Polymath) Ilromie : 'In fact, I know few who can manipulate a conversation as you can.'
<HERALD> (Lore Keeper) Valindra : 'High praise.'
<HERALD> (Lore Keeper) Valindra : 'I am pleased to see you.'
(Ilromie heads on over)
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.
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[Exits: north east]
A magical spring flows from the ground here.
A desk covered with soft leather rests here facing a window.
A glass cabinet is mounted above the desk containing a golden parchment.
Valindra the Poetic Prognosticator, Lore Keeper of Myth is here.
(Charmed) A tiny wisp hovers here, shedding its essence as it bobs in the air.
You smile at Hibbadibbity.
<726/726hp 1351/1371m 364/380mv 10529g><11am (day) inside (indoors)>
Valindra starts, though her toad-like smile is easy as she spies you.
<726/726hp 1371/1371m 380/380mv 10529g><1pm (day) inside (indoors)> who
[ Gobln ] <PK> <HERALD> (Lore Keeper) Valindra Skitterwit the Poetic Prognosticator, Lore Keeper of Myth
[50 Elf Inv] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Polymath) Duchess Ilromie Illistarre the Arcane Archivist, Polymath of History
Players found: 2
[KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms.
There are 2 characters on; the most on this past month was 18.
Valindra claps her stubby emerald fingers together.
Valindra waddles toward you from behind her desk.
You say 'I confess, I have little time myself. Perhaps a day or two at most.'
Valindra nods, her chins wobbling.
Valindra says 'My timing is usually better.'
You agree absolutely.
Valindra cants her head to one side as if listening for something.
Valindra says to you 'You are well?'
You bat your eyelashes.
You say 'In fact, I am. Do you sense something?'
Ilromie narrows her eyes slightly.
Valindra shakes her head quickly.
You say 'You're lying me.'
Valindra says 'Only that I wish we had more time.'
Valindra says 'I am always wishing that lately.'
Valindra says 'You and Serra have made me a sentimental fool. I am supposed to be wicked.'
You say 'Speaking of sentiments...'
A tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity opens a tiny eye from her perch upon the little goblin's shoulder.
You say 'Serra mentioned to me a rumor...'
Valindra taps her lip with a stubby emerald finger.
You say 'About you...'
Valindra says 'You know how I love gossip.'
Valindra says 'Especially when it involves me!'
You say '...and someone.'
You grin evilly.
Valindra nods coyly, her chins wobbling.
Valindra frowns.
You say 'Are you well?'
Valindra says 'You will not think ill of me if I tell you a secret?'
You say 'I'll scribe it not.'
Narrator: She didn't. The strange pair converse about private matters for a short time.
Valindra says 'Or perhaps I overstate my hand.'
Valindra says 'Either way, I hope it is useful.'
You agree absolutely.
Valindra scratches her head, and her hand comes away with a clump of white hair.
You say 'In fact, I am certain it shall be.'
You bat your eyelashes.
Valindra observes the hair in her hand for an idle moment before thrusting it toward you.
Valindra says to you 'Here.'
Ilromie jerks back from the 'gift'.
Valindra says to you 'You may need this later.'
You say 'I don't think I'll have need of hair...'
Valindra eyes you as an innkeeper might a coin pouch, judging its heft.
Valindra says 'I can think of several reasons, but I will not force you to keep it.'
Ilromie produces a handkerchief from her pocket, unfolds it, and holds it out to you.
You say 'Alright.'
You say 'You know more of what the future holds than I.'
Valindra tucks the proferred hair into the handkerchief and then closes your hand around it with her own. She holds your hand like that for a long moment.
You say 'You're losing more hair than this.'
Valindra whispers to you 'If I am ever dead . . . or gone . . . or not myself . . . if you ever have need of me: you may have it . . . with a litle hair and a little luck.'
Ilromie crouches down to look you in the eye and places her other hand on Valindra's.
You say 'I understand, sister.'
Valindra does not flinch, though a lone tear winds down her face like a serpent.
You say 'It seems you both will drift away together.'
Valindra looks to the tiny wisp napping on her shoulder.
Valindra says 'Who can say? Only the wind.'
You say 'Cannot the flame?'
Valindra says 'The flame is yours, dear.'
Ilromie draws her hands back and folds the handkerchief a few more times before stowing it safely in her pocket.
Valindra puts a fragile crystal ball on a leather covered desk.
Valindra says 'Have you scried of late?'
Valindra says 'There is a demon about, but he is barred from our halls.'
You say 'In fact, I would rather not know how much time is left.'
[ DmElf ] <PK> (BARRED) (OUTCAST) Aelaldric the Unholy Knight
[ Gobln ] <PK> <HERALD> (Lore Keeper) Valindra Skitterwit the Poetic Prognosticator, Lore Keeper of Myth
[50 Elf Inv] <PK> <SCHOLAR> (Polymath) Duchess Ilromie Illistarre the Arcane Archivist, Polymath of History
Players found: 3
[KEEPER] The Balance prevails within the four kingdoms.
There are 3 characters on; the most on this past month was 18.
Your eyes tingle.
You are surrounded by a white aura.
You say 'He will come for me.'
Valindra utters the words, 'sanctuary'.
Valindra is surrounded by a white aura.
You get a deflective mithril-white bangle of defiance from a mysterious bag of the Magi.
You get a deflective mithril-white bangle of turning from a mysterious bag of the Magi.
Valindra utters the words, 'armor'.
You remove an earthen mithril-white bangle of the hills from around your wrist.
You remove a ruby-red mithril-white bangle of potency from around your wrist.
You wear a deflective mithril-white bangle of turning around your left wrist.
You wear a deflective mithril-white bangle of defiance around your right wrist.
Valindra takes off a jingly wheel of cheese.
Valindra wears a wicked witch's black hat on her head.
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| Ilromie the Arcane Archivist, Polymath of History |
| Rank Polymath of <SCHOLAR> |
| You are 75 years old (945 hours, 2h:33m of bloodshed) |
| You are a specialist sorceress of earth. |
| |
| Race: Elf Hometown: Seringale Health: 695/695 |
| Sex: Female Alignment: Good Mana: 1341/1371 |
| Class: Invoker Ethos: Chaotic Move: 380/380 |
\ -------------------------------------------/
| |
| Streng: 18 (18+0) Rating: Good Weight: 264/325 |
| Intell: 25 (25+0) Level: 50 Pracs: 6 |
| Wisdom: 21 (21+0) Exp tnl: 27600 Trains: 0 |
| Dexter: 23 (23+0) Guildpoint: 3/3 Items: 37/39 |
| Consti: 12 (7+5) Gold: 10529 Wimpy: 0 hp |
| Luck: Changing Hunger: [**---] Thirst: [**---] |
| |
| Condition: Death knocks at your door |
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/ |
| Armor Vs Pierce: 273 Saving Throws |
| Hitroll: 18 Vs Bash: 299 Afflictive: 91 |
| Damroll: 11 Vs Slash: 300 Maledictive: 91 |
| Vs Magic: 242 Mental: 90 |
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You are affected by the following:
Spell: detect invis : lasts for 49 hours
Spell: sanctuary : modifies armor class by 75 for 7 hours
: lasts for 7 hours
Skill: familiar link : modifies mana regen by 25 permanently
: modifies mana by 213 permanently
Set : Raiments of Asylum: modifies armor class by 12 permanently
: modifies hp regen by 10 permanently
: modifies health by 50 permanently
: modifies save vs spell by 10 permanently
Valindra says 'Then he shall not find an easy supper.'
Valindra utters the words, 'protective shield'.
Valindra is surrounded by a protective shell of magic.
Your energy drains out as you lose link with your familiar.
You attempt to summon a familiar.
A tiny toad crawls out of the shadows and squats next to your foot.
A speckled toad now follows you.
Valindra utters the words, 'weapon ward'.
A skull-headed mace glows as it is imbued by a weapon ward.
You put your toad in your pocket.
Valindra utters the words, 'living book'.
A book of living tales suddenly appears.
Players near you in Holy Grove:
<PK> Valindra Office of the High Herald
<PK> Ilromie Office of the High Herald
Valindra gets a page of poetry from a book of living tales.
Valindra gives you a page of poetry.
You smile at her.
You read a page of poetry.
The living page crumbles to dust as you absorb its power.
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Omnipresence
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Here in the waves:
Your body tattooed with the shifting silhouettes
of a thousand rainbows
a hundred saline smiles lifting the ringlets of your hair
in the vibrant current
As I watch you drift away
your memories leach unaided in the wake
of your waning tide
Your child's laughter at seventeen rings
fresh as a newborn babe
in the chortles of a dolphin
And despite this life, your life
now living as effervescent sparkles in the vastly infinite ocean
I'm still standing upon this shore
with your hand in mine
waiting for you
to open your eyes and see.
- Scribed by Vanisse Lareme.
Valindra gets a page of interviews from a book of living tales.
Valindra gives you a page of interviews.
Valindra says 'For later.'
You say 'Omnipresence by Vanisse.'
Valindra says 'A favorite.'
You agree absolutely.
Players near you in Holy Grove:
<PK> Valindra Office of the High Herald
<PK> Ilromie Office of the High Herald
Valindra says 'I have included it in the newest Mystique for one such reason.'
Valindra removes a wicked witch's black hat from her head.
Valindra wears a wide brimmed hat on her head.
You smile happily.
Valindra gets a page of stories from a book of living tales.
A living page crumbles to dust as Valindra absorbs its power.
Valindra looks at a page of stories.
Valindra nods, her chins wobbling.
Players near you in Holy Grove:
<PK> Aelaldric Entrance to the Travellers' Rest
<PK> Valindra Office of the High Herald
<PK> Ilromie Office of the High Herald
You encase yourself in a physical barrier.
Valindra's weapon ward expires.
You say 'Here he is.'
Valindra utters the words, 'barrier'.
Valindra is encased by a transparent sphere.
The butterfly glows as it is imbued by a weapon ward.
You are surrounded by a force shield.
Valindra utters the words, 'shield'.
<695|100:100/695hp 1023/1158m 380/380mv 10529g><7pm (dusk) inside (indoors)>
<HERALD> Odile the Crier gossips 'Aelaldric has broken the peace code of the tavern!'
(See the rest in Dealing with Demons 7)
[reply to Ilromie]