The Serin Mystique, Volume 15, Issue 6 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
With great haste and greater capability did this edition of the Mystique come together. You hold the inaugural works of upcoming members of the Consortium. This issue is full of news, interviews, and introspections upon things you probably take for granted. From all of us at the Consortium, we hope you enjoy.
1) News (see Confession, NewReligions) 2) Cabal Affairs (see Legion, Justice, Warlords, Knights) 3) Gossip (see Demons, Moustachey, Wit&Whispers) 4) Poetry & Song (see Mother, Curse, Rhyme, Whispers, SpiderandtheWitch, ChanceEncounter) 5) Prose (see Usurper, Warrior) 6) Studies in Serin (see Walk, Maps, Winter, 18Elements, ImmortalAllies, Carain, Mystics, Kallomar) 7) Battle Reports (see Ages, TheLoinCloth) 8) Interviews (see Voicemaster, Davairus, SerpentKing, OldWitch, Bonfo, Hraozen) 9) Obituaries (see Kalest, Gaur, Tepyr, Camadus, OrdanMazin, Ocelia)
Beside a large bar You are by the bar of this inn. There is a lengthy polished oak counter against one side of the room. A rack above it is laden with various pitchers and glasses, and behind the bar is a giant keg of some dark ale. A bartender is here to serve drinks to all patrons of the inn. To the north is the entrance to the stage, and to the east you see a fancy-looking dining room. There is a bin for returning used mugs and glasses to the west. A sign on the wall depicts the winning hands of Whirlwind Poker.
[Exits: north east] You see 2 of a plate of liver and onions here. A magical spring flows from the ground here. The earth and air here seem more alive than normal. You see 4 of a raspberry flan here. A tankard shaped like a lady beggar displays a bosom slot for tips. Soft velvet cloth has been draped over this mahogany table. A bottle of champagne is on a polished bar. A round wine glass is on a polished bar. A lowball glass filled with whisky is on a polished bar. A lowball glass filled with whisky is on a polished bar. A juice box is on a polished bar. A lowball glass filled with whisky is on a polished bar. A polished bar is here, with a row of brass taps at one end of it. Vikka the waitress rushes around filling orders. (Charmed) An adult owl is here, serving its master. Foggledonk is here. Ilromie is here. (White Aura) Avenar is here. (Charmed) A tiny wisp hovers here, shedding its essence as it bobs in the air. Elewyn is here. Valindra is here. Jaloro the half-elf mans the poker table.
Elewyn says 'Seems like the right thing to do.'
Valindra smiles, her chins wobbling.
Foggledonk drinks water from a magical spring.
Ilromie frowns.
Foggledonk gets a raspberry flan.
Foggledonk eats a raspberry flan.
Elewyn says 'This is a public event, is it not?'
Valindra nods at Elewyn.
Ilromie says 'In fact, it is.'
Avenar closes his eyes momentarily. A magical spring flows from the ground.
Ilromie moves into the limelight herself.
Avenar drinks water from a magical spring.
Vikka the serving girl walks east.
Valindra capers to Ilromie's side.
Elewyn drinks water from a magical spring.
Ilromie says 'Thank you all for joining us for this dicussion of Volume 15, Issue 6 of the Serin Mystique.'
Ilromie drinks water from a silver chalice ornamented with pearls.
Vikka the serving girl walks in.
Halka walks in.
Ilromie says 'This issue marks the completion of Volume 15.'
Ilromie says 'Volume 16 will be overseen by your new High Herald, Valindra Skitterwit.'
Avenar cheers and sings... he is just BURSTING with joy!
The bark covering Halka's skin flakes off.
Valindra makes a grand, flourishing bow, stubby as ever.
Halka shows his approval by clapping his hands together.
Foggledonk slaps Valindra on the back on a job well done.
Halka shows his approval by clapping his hands together.
Foggledonk wiggles his bottom.
Elewyn smiles happily.
Valindra pinches Foggledonk's bottom and grins.
Avenar slowly floats to the ground.
Avenar narrows his eyes. Avenar rises off the ground.
Halka looks around, confused.
Halka claps more slowly.
Foggledonk smiles at Halka.
The white aura around Avenar fades. Jaloro checks the wooden bin for used glasses.
Avenar closes his eyes momentarily. Avenar is surrounded by a white aura.
Halka stops clapping.
Ilromie says 'High Herald Skitterwit has agreed to open this discussion with a recitation of poetry.'
Vikka the serving girl walks east.
Valindra nods, her chins wobbling.
Valindra says 'Many thanks to my Editrix the Duchess Ilromie Illistarre for her careful attention as ever. The following poem was first published in this issue and is forthcoming in my new book, Rhyme Schemer.'
The consecrated earth at your feet returns to normal.
Foggledonk wiggles his ears.
Valindra begins 'This is called The Spider and the Witch.'
The white aura around Halka fades. The thorns covering Halka's skin flake off.
Ilromie steps down from the spotlight. Avenar bows his head in worship of Olyn.
Valindra recites 'A little spider creeps into Serin.'
Valindra recites 'While an old witch weeps, her eyes despairing.'
Valindra says ''recites' Goblin tears, for the breaking of curses,'
Valindra recites 'Are potent, perhaps more than these verses.'
Valindra recites 'Can connote. What is it that the old witch wrote?'
Valindra recites 'And to whom did she address the note?'
Valindra recites 'Who can say? Only the wind whispers now.'
Valindra recites 'To the witch. The flames do not dance, or glow.'
The white aura around Avenar fades.
Avenar closes his eyes momentarily. Avenar is surrounded by a white aura.
Valindra recites 'As she inhales their fumes. Her best scrying.'
Valindra recites 'Glass is gone. Here she sits, alone, crying.'
Swirling green tendrils move about to form Halka.
Valindra recites 'As a spider clambers up her shoulder.'
Vikka the serving girl walks in.
Valindra recites 'She walks to the window. It is colder.'
Avenar closes his eyes momentarily.
Valindra recites 'Than she remembers. Once, she liked it here.'
Vikka the serving girl walks north.
Valindra recites 'The spider whisper something in her ear.'
Halka shows his approval by clapping his hands together.
Valindra ends the reading dramatically, nearly collapsing in upon herself.
Halka shows his approval by clapping his hands together.
Ilromie applauds, rising to her feet.
Avenar smiles at Valindra, but the grin fades slightly, replaced with a long stare.
Foggledonk jumps up and down.
Ilromie moves to stand beside Valindra.
Halka continues clapping, big loud thumps.
Ilromie says 'Thank you, High Herald.'
Foggledonk claps at Valindra's performance.
Valindra smiles, if sadly, her chins wobbling.
Valindra whispers something to Ilromie.
Ilromie offers Valindra a hand over to a barstool.
Avenar closes his eyes momentarily.
Foggledonk utters the words, 'oculoinfra uizug'.
Vikka the serving girl walks in.
Halka stops clapping slowly.
Elewyn drinks water from a magical spring.
Elewyn gets a raspberry flan.
Vikka the serving girl walks north.
Elewyn eats a raspberry flan.
Valindra sits down at a polished bar.
Garp the citizen of Seringale yells 'Demons seen comin' outta 'da woodwork! They everywhere!'
Ilromie resumes her place in the limelight.
Ilromie says 'This issue is made of an interesting dichotomy of history lessons and current events.'
Ilromie says 'Let us begin with History.'
The white aura around Avenar fades. Elewyn grunts as she begins to struggle with her belongings.
Avenar closes his eyes momentarily. Avenar is surrounded by a white aura.
Elewyn utters the words, 'ouaih ghcandusiohp'. Elewyn looks relieved as she begins to manage her belongings. Elewyn's muscles surge with heightened power.
Valindra gets a plate of liver and onions.
Valindra eats a plate of liver and onions.
Ilromie says 'Lore Keeper Avenar, would you like to summarize the research you uncovered?'
Ilromie utters the words, 'qcandusahz yaae'. A raspberry flan suddenly appears. A raspberry flan suddenly appears.
Halka chants softly. Halka is surrounded by a white aura.
Ilromie utters the words, 'qcandusahz yaae'. A raspberry flan suddenly appears. A raspberry flan suddenly appears.
Ilromie utters the words, 'qcandusahz yaae'. A raspberry flan suddenly appears. A raspberry flan suddenly appears.
Ilromie gets a raspberry flan.
Ilromie eats a raspberry flan.
Avenar stands and smiles at the gathering.
Valindra angles her stool toward the Lore Keeper.
Ilromie gives Avenar a nod of encouragement and grants him the limelight.
Foggledonk wiggles his ears.
Ilromie stands at a polished bar.
*Yay!* Go Avenar!!! Foggledonk cheers him on.
Ilromie fills a glass with red wine and places it on the bar.
Avenar says 'Certainly. Well, I attempted to gather some unique perspectives on some older topics. I especially looked at the ancient Mystics and Heralds, since I had just joined and wanted to refresh myself with their foundings.'
<HERALD> Odile the Crier gossips: 'The winds welcome your return, Trillian the Grand Spectre of Beguilement, Chronicler of Myth.'
Ilromie fills a shot glass with sticky pickled pixie juice and slides it down the bar.
Foggledonk gets a lowball glass filled with whisky from a polished bar.
Foggledonk drinks whisky from a lowball glass filled with whisky.
Ilromie says 'In fact, the Consortium is yet a new alliance between them.'
Avenar says 'So several of my pieces deal with our coteries as they once were long ago.'
Trillian walks in.
Foggledonk wiggles his bottom.
Trillian waves happily.
Trillian hums merrily.
Trillian says 'Hello!'
Halka smiles at Trillian.
Ilromie smiles at Trillian. Halka nods their head, branches swaying.
Trillian says 'What a gathering!'
Valindra stands up.
Avenar says 'Then I touched on the topic of Kallomar, and ancient god mentioned only in a few texts who strangely disappears from the records.'
Trillian says 'It is so nice to see everyone!'
Trillian gasps in astonishment.
Trillian walks north.
Valindra motions toward Trillian with her stubby, emerald hands.
Trillian walks in. A marionette walks in.
Trillian says 'So nice to see everyone!'
Valindra motions toward Trillian with her stubby, emerald hands.
Valindra says to a marionette 'Behave.'
A marionette signs deftly 'Only if you insist.'
Valindra sits down at a polished bar.
Valindra pats the empty stool next to her forcefully.
Avenar pauses to let the disruption settle.
Ilromie whispers something to Trillian.
Trillian slides up next to Valindra.
Valindra says to Avenar 'My apologies, Lore Keeper. Trillian does love to make an entrance.'
Trillian slowly crumples to the ground and begins to weep.
The goblin leader yells 'Goblins...Attack!!' The white aura around Avenar fades. The white aura around Halka fades.
Avenar closes his eyes momentarily. Avenar is surrounded by a white aura.
Trillian says 'No room at the bar!'
Trillian says 'Not fashionable.'
Trillian says 'Just late.'
Avenar says 'And...and..finally, I looked at the various alliances over time between Immortals. And that was perhaps the most confusing piece and I may know even less than when I started.'
Trillian whispers something to Ilromie.
Avenar bows his head in worship of Olyn.
Valindra drinks water from a magical spring.
Halka speaks very slowly with the rustling of leaves 'I thought on...the alliances....thing...'
Halka rustles softly 'And had a few....notes...ideas...'
Avenar gets a raspberry flan.
Avenar eats a raspberry flan.
Trillian whispers something to Ilromie.
Avenar drinks water from a magical spring.
Ilromie whispers something to Trillian.
Halka rustles softly 'Sorry...to interupt...'
Ilromie says 'Sometimes the pursuit of knowledge begins with a recognition of the scope.'
Skeggi walks in.
Jaloro checks the wooden bin for used glasses.
Ilromie smiles at Skeggi.
Trillian whispers something to Ilromie.
Skeggi says 'Skeggi say hi.'
Trillian says 'Skeggi!'
Trillian hugs Skeggi. Foggledonk bows deeply.
Halka rustles softly 'Hello...Skeggi.'
Skeggi says 'Huh\/'
Skeggi looks at Trillian with a confused look.
A magical spring dries up.
Trillian says 'We met earlier. We're basically best friends now.'
Halka chuckles politely.
Skeggi says 'Uh huh.'
Foggledonk looks at Skeggi.
Skeggi says 'Skeggi meet lot people.'
Skeggi says 'Easy get confuse.'
Trillian strikes a dashing pose near his shin. They do indeed look like compatriots.
Trillian phases back into existence.
Foggledonk gets a raspberry flan.
Foggledonk eats a raspberry flan.
Foggledonk drinks water from a magical spring.
Skeggi looks at Trillian.
Trillian beams broadly!
Valindra glances at Skeggi.
Skeggi reaches down and pats Trillian softly on the head. Foggledonk puts a lowball glass filled with whisky on a polished bar.
Trillian giggles.
Trillian hums merrily.
Trillian is moving faster. The white aura around Avenar fades.
Avenar closes his eyes momentarily. Avenar is surrounded by a white aura.
Trillian utters the words, 'ghix'. Trillian starts to move in slow motion.
Skeggi says 'Lot people.'
Skeggi says 'What do?'
Valindra looks up at Skeggi from her perch upon the ground. She waggles her eyebrows suggestively.
Trillian says 'We discuss the most important topic in the land.'
Foggledonk's pinky fingertip sparks as he rapidly traces 'We discuss the Mystique!'
Ilromie says 'We are trying to discuss the most recent edition of the Mystique.'
Ilromie utters the words, 'oculoinfra uizug'.
Ilromie drinks water from a silver chalice ornamented with pearls.
Skeggi says 'Huh?'
Ilromie says 'Would you like to have a drink and listen a while?' Valindra says to Avenar 'Lore Keeper, did you draw a conclusion from your research?'
Foggledonk puts The Serin Mystique, Volume 15, Issue 6 on a polished bar.
Skeggi says 'What mist...eek...'
Foggledonk points at The Serin Mystique, Volume 15, Issue 6.
Skeggi's hunger wounds him.
Avenar closes his eyes momentarily.
Ilromie utters the words, 'qcandusahz yaae'. A raspberry flan suddenly appears. A raspberry flan suddenly appears.
Foggledonk walks north. An adult owl flies north.
Ilromie says 'Some flan?'
Foggledonk walks in. An adult owl flies in.
Foggledonk walks east. An adult owl flies east.
Foggledonk walks in. An adult owl flies in.
Skeggi says 'Uh huh.'
Skeggi says 'Skeggi hungry.'
Foggledonk utters the words, 'qcandusahz yaae'. A magic mushroom suddenly appears.
Halka chuckles politely.
Foggledonk gets a magic mushroom.
Valindra gets a plate of liver and onions.
Skeggi's hunger grazes him. Avenar's skin returns to normal.
Avenar closes his eyes momentarily. Avenar's skin turns to stone.
Foggledonk drops a magic mushroom.
Skeggi stops wielding an emerald longsword. Power swirls about Skeggi. Skeggi wields a runed blade.
Ilromie gets a raspberry flan.
Valindra drops a plate of liver and onions.
Skeggi puts a fiery dagger in a Big Ol'Pack Sack.
Ilromie utters the words, 'qcandusahz yaae'. A raspberry flan suddenly appears. A raspberry flan suddenly appears.
Skeggi puts a bone-dagger in a Big Ol'Pack Sack.
Ilromie utters the words, 'qcandusahz yaae'. A raspberry flan suddenly appears. A raspberry flan suddenly appears.
Skeggi gets a raspberry flan.
Avenar says 'If I had to draw a conclusion, I believe I would say that the Consortium coming into existence was a wondrous thing and it has made all the allies involved better for its arrangement.'
Skeggi holds up a raspberry flan and looks at it with a confused look.
Skeggi's hunger wounds him.
Skeggi says 'Uh uh.'
Skeggi drops a raspberry flan.
Valindra says to Skeggi 'Now sit down and be quiet, dear. The Lore Keeper is speaking.'
Halka rustles softly 'Piles...of flan...waiting to be...consumed..'
Skeggi gets a plate of liver and onions.
Skeggi eats a plate of liver and onions.
Skeggi sits down on the ground.
Ilromie says 'What did you uncover from Myth and legend?'
Jaloro checks the wooden bin for used glasses.
Valindra peers intently at Trillian.
Vikka the serving girl walks in.
A magical spring dries up.
Avenar says 'There I drew far less conclusive endings. There was no answer to why Kallomar disappeared. There are still very few answers as to how elements and gods overlap. Their very arrangement is exceedingly difficult to grasp, even for a priest!'
Ilromie flips to a page in the Mystique.
Avenar says 'It's almost as if there is some knowledge protected through obfiscation.'
Foggledonk sits down and thinks deeply.
Valindra says 'Almost.'
Ilromie says 'Here in the page titled ImmortalAllies, you discuss the current alliances of the gods.'
The white aura around Avenar fades.
Avenar closes his eyes momentarily. Avenar is surrounded by a white aura.
Vikka the serving girl walks east.
Ilromie says 'Do you believe the current working of the Immortal are as obscure as those of the past?'
Avenar says 'From my research, I feel that today's Immortals are even more difficult to understand, yes.'
Ilromie says 'Was there anything you learned that you did not include for publication?' Valindra looks down to her hands. She turns them over a few times, back and forth, as if looking for something.
Avenar says 'There was a time when an Immortal was highly tied to the cabals of Serin, so their alliances and interests were easily understood.'
Foggledonk's sparking fingertip traces 'I have read of this Kallomar. I believe Sakuragi, a deity himself now, once followed Kallomar.'
Trillian is moving faster.
Trillian utters the words, 'ghix'. Trillian starts to move in slow motion.
Avenar says 'Now, they may have a cabal association, but also a very detailed religion, and elements, and allies and enemies that may for a far more complex deity tapestry.'
Ilromie says 'Is this better?'
Ilromie looks around the room, opening up the question.
Skeggi looks at each person as they speak but he is clearly too slow to follow the conversation.
Avenar slowly floats to the ground.
Avenar narrows his eyes. Avenar rises off the ground.
A marionette signs deftly 'And me. And without need.'
Valindra says to Ilromie 'Better than what?'
Avenar is silent for a moment at Ilromie's inquiry.
Avenar says 'There were...many things I deemed unsuitable for publication.' A tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity stirs from her perch upon the arcane archivist. Jaloro checks the wooden bin for used glasses.
Avenar bows his head in worship of Olyn.
Ilromie says 'Than the simpler of time when immortals were primarily concerned with the cabals.'
Foggledonk bows his head in worship of Varliv.
Elewyn bows her head in worship of Sarich.
Valindra says 'Immortals are elevated by circumstance and sorcery.'
Vikka the serving girl walks in.
Halka rustles softly 'I have thought....on the subject...of Immortal alliances...that perhaps....the gods...are like us...sometimes making friends...that others...on the outside...might find strange...'
Valindra says 'They are no better than us, save the power they horde like diamonds.'
Vikka the serving girl walks north.
The white aura around Avenar fades.
Avenar closes his eyes momentarily. Avenar is surrounded by a white aura.
Foggledonk nods in enthusiastic agreement with Valindra.
Valindra says to Ilromie 'You worship no god.'
Trillian says 'I do not know if I agree there.'
Ilromie glances at Valindra when Halka speaks.
Trillian says 'There are almost certainly some that are less than us.'
Ilromie says 'I do not.'
Trillian says 'Or at least more pitiable.'
Valindra snickers slyly.
Valindra says to Ilromie 'Neither do I.'
Elewyn gets a raspberry flan.
Elewyn eats a raspberry flan.
Elewyn drinks water from a tin canteen.
Valindra says to Trillian 'Neither does he.' Elewyn drinks water from a tin canteen.
Elewyn drinks water from a tin canteen.
Avenar says 'Bold words there, Trillian.'
Foggledonk nods in enthusiastic agreement with Trillian.
Ilromie says 'Magic has been sufficient.'
Trillian says 'Not so bold. Just logical.'
Halka shakes their head, a couple leaves float to the ground.
Trillian says 'If there is a heirarchy amongst Gods then there are those who are inducted with malicious intent.'
Valindra says to Ilromie 'I have often sought stronger magic. It leads me to dark places.'
Trillian says 'You cannot elevate to divinity without bring a spectre of what it is to be mortal.'
Ilromie looks at a tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity. Valindra looks down to the pouches dangling from her waist.
Foggledonk's sparking fingertip traces 'Wowwee! A moustache cookie!'
Foggledonk eats a perfect cookie with a moustache.
Valindra stands up.
Avenar raises an eyebrow at Foggledonk's weird actions.
Ilromie says 'Trill Well said, Chronicler.'
Valindra utters the words, 'qcandusahz yaae'. A plate of liver and onions suddenly appears. A plate of liver and onions suddenly appears.
Trillian grins evilly.
Trillian gets a plate of liver and onions.
Trillian eats a plate of liver and onions.
Trillian says 'Many thanks!'
Trillian bows before Valindra.
Valindra moves close to Trillian and nuzzles her face against his neck.
Valindra gets a plate of liver and onions.
Trillian blushes.
Valindra eats a plate of liver and onions.
Ilromie says to Avenar 'Would you like to share any of the juicy bits you left out?'
Ilromie utters the words, 'qcandusahz yaae'. A raspberry flan suddenly appears. A raspberry flan suddenly appears.
Vikka the serving girl walks in.
Ilromie utters the words, 'qcandusahz yaae'. A raspberry flan suddenly appears. A raspberry flan suddenly appears.
Ilromie gets a raspberry flan.
Ilromie eats a raspberry flan.
Valindra says, as an aside 'Someday there will be an end to gods.'
Skeggi looks for more liver but only sees flan and mushrooms.
Valindra utters the words, 'qcandusahz yaae'. A plate of liver and onions suddenly appears. A plate of liver and onions suddenly appears.
Skeggi gets a plate of liver and onions.
Valindra gets a plate of liver and onions.
Valindra gives a plate of liver and onions to Skeggi.
Avenar says '...Juicy bits let me see...'
Trillian is moving faster.
Valindra whispers something to Skeggi.
Ilromie nods in enthusiastic agreement with Valindra.
Skeggi licks his lips and smiles at Valindra with a dumb look on his face.
Trillian pats Skeggi on the back.
Trillian says 'A man of good taste.'
Avenar closes his eyes momentarily.
Valindra corrects againt 'Perhaps sooner than we might like.'
Skeggi whispers loudly to Valindra 'Skeggi thank.'
Skeggi eats a plate of liver and onions.
Trillian giggles.
Trillian hums merrily.
Vikka the serving girl walks north.
Trillian examines a perfect cookie with a moustache closely. Valindra tickles Skeggi.
The white aura around Avenar fades.
Avenar closes his eyes momentarily. Avenar is surrounded by a white aura.
Foggledonk utters the words, 'oculoinfra uizug'.
Trillian utters the words, 'hzabrag ay zhpzf'.
Trillian stops holding a Four-Leaf Clover in his hand. Trillian stops wielding the Shock Whip. Trillian wields a giant golden-banded staff.
Skeggi says 'Why talk lot god?'
Skeggi says 'No can know what god know.'
Trillian drinks champagne from a bottle of champagne.
Trillian drinks water from a water jug.
Halka looks around for another perfect cookie with a moustache.
Skeggi says 'Why think hard?'
Ilromie says to Skeggi 'Lore Keeper Avenar submitted several summaries from ancient history texts, along with a modern discussion of Immortal Alliances.'
Avenar closes his eyes momentarily.
Trillian says 'Dispense some weight Halka.'
Ilromie pats The Serin Mystique, Volume 15, Issue 6 reassuringly.
Trillian says 'I can afford you a cookie.'
Trillian says 'I am confident I can procure another...'
Trillian says 'Friends in low places and all that.'
Ilromie says 'This discussion expands upon those topics.' Valindra says to Skeggi 'Yes and no, dear. Some are . . . transparent.'
Skeggi says to Ilromie 'Huh?'
Halka chants softly. Halka's muscles surge with heightened power.
Trillian gives a perfect cookie with a moustache to Halka.
Halka drops a Big Ol'Pack Sack.
Halka gets a Big Ol'Pack Sack.
Halka chants softly.
Halka examines a perfect cookie with a moustache closely.
Elewyn grunts as she begins to struggle with her belongings.
Vikka the serving girl walks in.
Elewyn utters the words, 'ouaih ghcandusiohp'. Elewyn looks relieved as she begins to manage her belongings. Elewyn's muscles surge with heightened power.
Trillian says 'If we're talking Gods should we dovetail into Legion?'
Ilromie nods.
Valindra says 'Ostensibly open.'
Trillian says 'It could just be my naive perspective but it does seem to me that Dogran has put his cart before several horses.'
Valindra chews the word 'Ostensibly.'
Ilromie smirks.
Ilromie says 'In fact, the previous Issue of the Mystique documented its opening.'
Trillian says 'There were multiple articles in the Mystique.'
Trillian says 'It was a hot topic. Juicy even.'
Trillian says 'And yet... here we are.'
Elewyn walks north. The Western Common Room
[Exits: north east south] Some very comfortable looking sofas have been placed around the room. A neat bookcase with a sign reading 'Serin Mystiques: Volume one' rests against a wall. An untidy bookcase with a sign reading 'Serin Mystiques: Volume two' is propped up against a wall. A sparkling new bookcase covered in carved portraits rests here containing the Serin Mystiques: Volume 3. Elewyn is here.
Elewyn walks south. Beside a large bar
[Exits: north east] You see 12 of a raspberry flan here. A magic mushroom is here. A tankard shaped like a lady beggar displays a bosom slot for tips. Soft velvet cloth has been draped over this mahogany table. The Serin Mystique, Volume 15, Issue 6 is on a polished bar. A lowball glass filled with whisky is on a polished bar. (Glowing) A shot of sticky pickled pixie juice is on a polished bar. A round wine glass is on a polished bar. A bottle of champagne is on a polished bar. A round wine glass is on a polished bar. A lowball glass filled with whisky is on a polished bar. A juice box is on a polished bar. A lowball glass filled with whisky is on a polished bar. A polished bar is here, with a row of brass taps at one end of it. Elewyn is here. Vikka the waitress rushes around filling orders. (Charmed) An adult owl is here, serving its master. Foggledonk is here. Skeggi is sitting here. (Charmed) A lifelike marionette is here, dangling from its ethereal tethers. (Yellow Aura) Trillian is here. Halka is here standing next to a polished bar. Ilromie is standing at a polished bar. (White Aura) Avenar is here. (Charmed) A tiny wisp hovers here, shedding its essence as it bobs in the air. Valindra is here. Jaloro the half-elf mans the poker table.
Ilromie says 'In the time it took to assemble this work, there have been no new known members.'
Foggledonk's sparking fingertip traces 'Dogran would have us believe the realm would be overrun by Legion by now.'
Valindra utters the words, 'qcandusahz gsfuio'. A magical spring flows from the ground.
Valindra drinks water from a magical spring.
Skeggi says 'Maybe lot legion.'
Skeggi says 'Just no know.'
Foggledonk's sparking fingertip traces 'I'm feeling pretty safe, I must say.'
Skeggi shrugs helplessly.
Ilromie says 'I investigated and found no indication of an alliance with Xanthak.'
The white aura around Avenar fades.
Avenar closes his eyes momentarily. Avenar is surrounded by a white aura.
Trillian says 'I conducted an interesting interview with one Grir, the only Vessel I know of earlier today.' Avenar says 'I apologize Ilromie, my pause it not for lack of content. But I do indeed have items that require discretion.'
Vikka the serving girl walks north.
Trillian says 'He had... less glowing reviews.'
Ilromie nods at Avenar.
Avenar closes his eyes momentarily. A magic mushroom suddenly appears.
Avenar gets a magic mushroom.
Avenar eats a magic mushroom.
Ilromie says to Avenar 'In fact, I trust you to find something tantalizing, but it need not be scandalous.'
Avenar says 'While some in this room may think less of the gods, I tend to be quite careful with them.'
Jaloro checks the wooden bin for used glasses.
Avenar closes his eyes momentarily. A magical spring flows from the ground.
Avenar drinks water from a magical spring.
Valindra peers intently at Avenar.
Foggledonk's sparking fingertip traces 'Griremas the fire giant?'
Trillian says 'Indeed.'
Halka nods in enthusiastic agreement with Avenar.
Valindra says to Avenar 'I suppose this is an . . . occupational hazard.'
Trillian says 'He said he hasn't felt any increased presence of Legion at all!'
The goblin leader yells 'Goblins...Attack!!'
Skeggi says 'Lot good fire giant legion before.'
Ilromie says 'In fact, Serra was much the same.'
Skeggi says 'Legion need fire giant.'
Ilromie gets a round wine glass from a polished bar.
Foggledonk's sparking fingertip traces 'Does he pursue their ranks? Griremas that is.'
Valindra says to Skeggi 'Seems like they're only accepting demons, dear.'
Ilromie drinks red wine from a round wine glass.
Vikka the serving girl walks in.
Skeggi says 'Huh?'
Trillian says 'But what exactly does that Vessel tag mean?'
Skeggi looks around for demons and seems unimpressed.
Skeggi says 'Skeggi stronger demon.' Halka chants softly.
Trillian says 'He was mixing words but I think he was suggested it meant he was supposed to be afforded protection from the old days.'
Trillian says 'Needless to say I think he is less than impressed with the services rendered.'
Skeggi drinks water from a barrel.
Skeggi drinks water from a barrel.
Skeggi drinks water from a barrel. Elewyn says to Trillian 'There is a scroll on vessels. I can't make head nor tail of it.'
Avenar bows his head in worship of Olyn. Elewyn shrugs helplessly.
Vikka the serving girl walks east.
Trillian says to Elewyn 'I read it too. Same result.'
Foggledonk drinks water from a magical spring.
Elewyn nods.
Foggledonk bows his head in worship of Varliv.
Avenar says to Ilromie 'May I say something unrelated?'
Trillian says to Elewyn 'And we are both so very clever! Clearly it is meaningless.'
Elewyn bows her head in worship of Sarich.
Valindra says to Avenar 'Why are you asking her?'
Valindra arches an eyebrow.
Skeggi wields an emerald longsword.
Trillian giggles.
Trillian hums merrily.
Trillian's thirst mauls him. The white aura around Avenar fades. Halka's trunk wilts and loses girth.
Avenar closes his eyes momentarily. Avenar is surrounded by a white aura.
Ilromie nods in enthusiastic agreement with Avenar.
Valindra says to Avenar 'Ask your question, Lore Keeper.'
Ilromie says to Valindra 'It is my event, sister.'
Ilromie says to Avenar 'Proceed.'
Avenar says 'I know this is meant to be a happy event, but we would be remiss if not to acknowledge one of our contributors is missing tonight. Ravia. She meant a great deal to me and is a large part of the reason I am here with you all today.'
Trillian's thirst mauls him. Halka's trunk wilts and loses girth.
Trillian drops to his knees and crawls for thirst. If only... if only there were a magically enabled savior in the realms
Valindra utters the words, 'qcandusahz gsfuio'. A magical spring flows from the ground.
Trillian crawls desperately. If only
Trillian drinks water from a magical spring.
Trillian giggles.
Ilromie nods. Valindra comforts Trillian.
Valindra pats her lap.
Skeggi fills a barrel with water from a magical spring.
Halka's trunk wilts and loses girth.
Skeggi drinks water from a magical spring.
Ilromie says 'In fact, I had hoped to close this event with a discussion of the dead.'
Trillian backs up to gather a running start, charges forward and clears the height to the bar stool. Foggledonk bursts into tears.
Foggledonk sniffles.
Avenar says 'I hope wherever she is that she is smiling that we all are here and we do so with fond memories of her.'
Ilromie drinks water from a silver chalice ornamented with pearls.
Trillian fidgets in Val's lap.
Valindra intones in a sing-song voice, not unreminiscent of her sister 'In fact, I began this discussion with her memorial!'
Halka's trunk wilts and loses girth. Halka's thirst injures him.
Halka walks east.
Valindra amends 'But you are right, Avenar. This Mystique swelled with her contributions.'
Avenar says to Valindra 'Your poem is a truly wonderful work. I treasure it.'
Valindra says to Avenar 'You do know how I enjoy flattery.'
Valindra utters the words, 'oculoinfra uizug'.
Avenar says 'I've heard things.'
Avenar smiles at Valindra.
Avenar closes his eyes momentarily.
Halka walks in.
Ilromie utters the words, 'oculoinfra uizug'.
Valindra says 'Preceptor Elewyn, as our conversation approaches its terminus, will you update us on your progress with the race?'
Foggledonk's pinky fingertip sparks as he rapidly traces 'I look up to Val's rhymes.'
Ilromie says to Halka 'We were just remembering Ravia.'
Elewyn says 'Certainly.'
Elewyn moves into the spotlight.
The white aura around Avenar fades.
Avenar closes his eyes momentarily. Avenar is surrounded by a white aura.
Trillian mutters 'Perchance to die, perhaps to mourn, a sorry lot that I do scry. A woeful lot in their concerns, with barely a single green leaf turned.'
Foggledonk says to Valindra 'The Rhyme Queen, words so keen!'
Trillian grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...
Ilromie says to Elewyn 'A matter best left for later, I think.'
Avenar's skin returns to normal.
Avenar closes his eyes momentarily. Avenar's skin turns to stone.
Elewyn shrugs helplessly.
Elewyn steps back.
Skeggi scrunches up his face in confusion.
Halka whispers something to Ilromie.
Ilromie says 'She will be missed.'
Halka nods their head, branches swaying.
Valindra says 'I am tired of mourning.'
Trillian shakes his head.
Valindra says 'The next of you who makes me take a veil shall be punished in the next life most extensively.'
Valindra says 'Do remember.'
Ilromie says 'We also lost Ocelia, though she was gone from us long before.'
Valindra's eyes cut like knives across the room.
Ilromie says 'We have named her lost.'
Ilromie says to Trillian 'You would have liked her.'
Valindra says 'That is true.'
Valindra says 'She was sweet, like sugar.'
Trillian says to Ilromie 'Oh? I wish I could have known then.'
Ilromie says 'In fact, she used sugar to focus her magic.'
Valindra says to Trillian 'Will you read my curse for my sister?'
Trillian giggles.
Foggledonk's sparking fingertip traces 'I have seen many of Ocelia's contributions to the Codex.'
Valindra says to Trillian 'I wish to hear it but . . . cannot speak it.'
Foggledonk gets a raspberry flan.
Foggledonk eats a raspberry flan.
Trillian says softly 'That's wonderful.'
Ilromie presses her lips together.
Valindra says to Ilromie 'Or maybe you should read it.'
Trillian says to Valindra 'If you wish.'
Valindra tilts her head to one side.
Ilromie fills a glass with red wine and places it on the bar.
Ilromie says 'Would anyone else like a drink?'
Halka shakes their head, a couple leaves float to the ground.
Valindra gets a bottle of champagne from a polished bar.
I want to apologize for using the limelight on myself early on in the discussion... I hadn't used it before, and was excited to try it out. In the future, I'll let you take it first.
To clarify, I (the player) accept your apology and I thought it made for a great roleplaying moment. I'm glad that everyone is playing with the new tools you've earned by getting promoted. However, one does not steal the spotlight from Ilromie Illistarre without in game fallout.
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I want to apologize for using the limelight on myself early on in the discussion... I hadn't used it before, and was excited to try it out. In the future, I'll let you take it first.
Ilromie 0 , 0 , 0 . We should address that ic, not ooc. Thanks. Ilromie 0 , 0 , 0 . To clarify, I (the player) accept your apology and I thought it made for a great roleplaying moment. I'm glad that everyone is playing with the new tools you've earned by getting promoted. However, one does not steal the spotlight from Ilromie Illistarre without in game fallout. Serra 3 , 0 , 0 . dun dun dunnn
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