<In which you’ll never guess where Valindra buries her hatchet.>
<HERALD> Avenar : 'I told you the taverns were buzzing.'
<HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra : 'My, my, my.'
<MYSTIC> (Abecedarian) Wylsin : 'Salutations High Herald Skitterwit.'
<HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra : 'Abecedarian.'
The High Herald's Courtyard | A somewhat spacious and surprisingly peaceful courtyard is | nearly entirely surrounding you here. A serene sylvan pool | ripples here to the touch of the soft breeze. Smooth paving | stones line the ground here between the Travellers Rest foyer S @ | to the south, and the small courtroom to the north, and a few | | | rough-cut stone benches serve to allow waiting plaintiffs while *-S-* | the High Herald is offering judgement in other cases. Several | | ferns and other assorted potted plants line the perimeter of *-F | the courtyard, each appearing to be well taken care of. ---------+
[Exits: (north) south] A strange mechanical tripod is here, humming softly. A stern-looking bailiff stands here guarding the entrance to the courtroom.
You cackle gleefully.
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 W-* * *| 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. A painting of the High Herald is hanging on ---------+ the wall.
[Exits: north east] A mirror is on the wall, shimmering with magic. A desk covered with soft leather rests here facing a window. A glass cabinet is mounted above the desk containing a golden parchment. (Charmed) A tiny wisp hovers here, shedding its essence as it bobs in the air. A small tabby cat pads around, poking its nose into the corner.
enter mirror The High Herald's Courtyard | A somewhat spacious and surprisingly peaceful courtyard is | nearly entirely surrounding you here. A serene sylvan pool | ripples here to the touch of the soft breeze. Smooth paving | stones line the ground here between the Travellers Rest foyer S @ | to the south, and the small courtroom to the north, and a few | | | rough-cut stone benches serve to allow waiting plaintiffs while *-S-* | the High Herald is offering judgement in other cases. Several | | ferns and other assorted potted plants line the perimeter of *-F | the courtyard, each appearing to be well taken care of. ---------+
[Exits: (north) south] A strange mechanical tripod is here, humming softly. A stern-looking bailiff stands here guarding the entrance to the courtroom.
l 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 W-* * *| 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. A painting of the High Herald is hanging on ---------+ the wall.
[Exits: north east] A mirror is on the wall, shimmering with magic. A desk covered with soft leather rests here facing a window. A glass cabinet is mounted above the desk containing a golden parchment. (Charmed) A tiny wisp hovers here, shedding its essence as it bobs in the air. A small tabby cat pads around, poking its nose into the corner.
You sit down at a leather covered desk.
You tickle a tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity.
Avenar walks in.
Valindra smiles slyly.
You say 'Welcome, dear.'
<MYSTIC> (Abecedarian) Wylsin : 'Your arrival is rather serendipitous. I was going to investigate some tripod device in your courtyard, should you allow me to enter it.'
You say 'I have just been running laps.'
Avenar points at the mirror.
enter mirror The High Herald's Courtyard | A somewhat spacious and surprisingly peaceful courtyard is | nearly entirely surrounding you here. A serene sylvan pool | ripples here to the touch of the soft breeze. Smooth paving | stones line the ground here between the Travellers Rest foyer S @ | to the south, and the small courtroom to the north, and a few | | | rough-cut stone benches serve to allow waiting plaintiffs while *-S-* | the High Herald is offering judgement in other cases. Several | | ferns and other assorted potted plants line the perimeter of *-F | the courtyard, each appearing to be well taken care of. ---------+
[Exits: (north) south] A strange mechanical tripod is here, humming softly. A stern-looking bailiff stands here guarding the entrance to the courtroom.
<Valindra returns.>
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 W-* * *| 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. A painting of the High Herald is hanging on ---------+ the wall.
[Exits: north east] A mirror is on the wall, shimmering with magic. A desk covered with soft leather rests here facing a window. A glass cabinet is mounted above the desk containing a golden parchment. Avenar the Oracle of the Stars is here. (Charmed) A tiny wisp hovers here, shedding its essence as it bobs in the air. A small tabby cat pads around, poking its nose into the corner.
A small tabby cat walks north.
Avenar points at the mirror.
Avenar says 'A gift.'
You say to Avenar 'From you?'
Valindra bats her tiny, toadlike eyes coquettishly.
You say 'Your paladin calls you my High Patron.'
<HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra : 'I do not give that consent.'
<MYSTIC> (Abecedarian) Wylsin : 'I see..'
exa mirror
This object has a special use: [enter mirror] This full-length mirror is mounted to the wall and looks ancient. It is encased in a polished silver frame that is expertly carved with flowing patterns that resemble metallic water. Rather than reflect an image back to you, the mirror is dark and the scene within it is obscured by a swirling purple mist.
Avenar says 'It is imbued with portal magic used by the fae.'
Valindra regards herself in the mirror.
A tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity regards herself in the mirror.
order hibba enter mirror
l 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 W-* * *| 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. A painting of the High Herald is hanging on ---------+ the wall.
[Exits: north east] A mirror is on the wall, shimmering with magic. A desk covered with soft leather rests here facing a window. A glass cabinet is mounted above the desk containing a golden parchment. Avenar the Oracle of the Stars is here.
Avenar says 'Have you spoken to it yet?'
You say 'Hibba went through the mirror.'
You say 'Hmm.'
A small tabby cat walks in.
You say 'Mirror, mirror.'
Avenar says 'Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the brightest form of all?' Avenar looks at himself.
Avenar chuckles politely.
You say 'Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the sexiest witch of all?' Ascribing an age to this little goblin witch might prove difficult: though her eyes appear milky, the rest of her features dissolve into folds of flesh indistinguishable from each other as wrinkles or fat creases. Her hair, the whitish yellow of pus pushing against the skin, flickers around her small if bulbous frame, animated by a fool's wind or some other lesser cantrip. She herself could be cast from an emerald were her complexion brighter: not the green of living things, but the green of living things unaccustomed to catching and reflecting light. A variety of worn pouches dangles from her waist, bone protuberances peeking from some, others whose contents remain a mystery. She has unlocked many secrets of the world. Valindra is in excellent condition.
Valindra is using: <used as light> (Unidentified) (Glowing) the Colourful Pennant of Scholar <worn on finger> (Humming) a beautiful black obsidian ring <worn on finger> (Glowing) a gold scarab ring <worn around neck> (Humming) a trinket of Lady Luck <worn around neck> (Humming) a trinket of Lady Luck <worn on head> a pair of red-tinted spectacles <worn on ear> an emerald stud <worn on torso> a tight fitting green dragon scale shirt <worn on arms> (Invis) (Glowing) beautiful platinum vambraces of perfection <worn on hands> (Glowing) many-colored gloves <worn on legs> (Glowing) (Humming) a pair of leggings of remembrance <worn on feet> (Glowing) (Humming) a pair of shoes of remembrance <worn as shield> (Glowing) an earthen tower shield of the mountains <worn about body> an onyx-black guild-issue cape of alacrity <worn about waist> (Glowing) a belt of nature's embrace <worn around wrist> (Glowing) (Humming) a dragonblood silver-grey bracelet <worn around wrist> a glinting emerald bracelet <wielded> (Glowing) (Humming) a scalpel of cross-examination <floating nearby> (Glowing) A Strythmas blessing
You say 'You got that right, babe.'
Valindra winks at the mirror. It winks back.
Avenar says 'Seems to be functioning in peak form despite its age. Just like you.'
You say 'We have a lot in common.'
You say 'I should go get Hibba. I made her go through the mirror.'
enter mirror The High Herald's Courtyard | A somewhat spacious and surprisingly peaceful courtyard is | nearly entirely surrounding you here. A serene sylvan pool | ripples here to the touch of the soft breeze. Smooth paving | stones line the ground here between the Travellers Rest foyer S @ | to the south, and the small courtroom to the north, and a few | | | rough-cut stone benches serve to allow waiting plaintiffs while *-S-* | the High Herald is offering judgement in other cases. Several | | ferns and other assorted potted plants line the perimeter of *-F | the courtyard, each appearing to be well taken care of. ---------+
[Exits: (north) south] A strange mechanical tripod is here, humming softly. (Charmed) A tiny wisp hovers here, shedding its essence as it bobs in the air. A stern-looking bailiff stands here guarding the entrance to the courtroom.
<MYSTIC> (Abecedarian) Wylsin : 'Then I shall assume that your feelings of disdain have not lessened.'
<HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra : 'Disdain? For you? Never. I am . . .'
<HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra : 'I hold you in the highest regard, Abecedarian.'
<HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra : 'But do not touch that tripod.'
<MYSTIC> (Abecedarian) Wylsin : 'Is that so?'
where Players near you in Holy Grove: <PK> Valindra Office of the High Herald <PK> Wylsin A Cloakroom <PK> Avenar Office of the High Herald
<MYSTIC> (Abecedarian) Wylsin : 'As you wish.'
where Players near you in Holy Grove: <PK> Valindra Office of the High Herald <PK> Wylsin Entrance to the Travellers' Rest <PK> Avenar Office of the High Herald
where Players near you in Holy Grove: <PK> Valindra Office of the High Herald <PK> Wylsin The holy grove <PK> Avenar Office of the High Herald
where Players near you in Holy Grove: <PK> Valindra Office of the High Herald <PK> Avenar Office of the High Herald
You say 'He was here.'
You say 'But did he listen?'
Valindra cants her head to one side.
Avenar shrugs helplessly.
You beckon for Avenar to follow -- sure hope they do!
Avenar now follows you.
The High Herald's Courtyard | A somewhat spacious and surprisingly peaceful courtyard is | nearly entirely surrounding you here. A serene sylvan pool | ripples here to the touch of the soft breeze. Smooth paving | stones line the ground here between the Travellers Rest foyer S @ | to the south, and the small courtroom to the north, and a few | | | rough-cut stone benches serve to allow waiting plaintiffs while *-S-* | the High Herald is offering judgement in other cases. Several | | ferns and other assorted potted plants line the perimeter of *-F | the courtyard, each appearing to be well taken care of. ---------+
[Exits: (north) south] A strange mechanical tripod is here, humming softly. A stern-looking bailiff stands here guarding the entrance to the courtroom. A tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity flies in. Avenar walks in.
You say 'The first time I saw one of these, it didn't do that.'
Avenar looks at A mechanical tripod.
You say 'I saw it with the Pirate King Corso.'
You say 'I wish he were here.'
Avenar says 'It's been upgraded...'
You say 'I'm glad.'
You say 'Do not let Wylsin too close.’
Varylath peers at you intently.
Valindra sneers 'Or he will snatch it from us.'
Avenar says 'Gnomish tech it seems.'
l The High Herald's Courtyard | A somewhat spacious and surprisingly peaceful courtyard is | nearly entirely surrounding you here. A serene sylvan pool | ripples here to the touch of the soft breeze. Smooth paving | stones line the ground here between the Travellers Rest foyer S @ | to the south, and the small courtroom to the north, and a few | | | rough-cut stone benches serve to allow waiting plaintiffs while *-S-* | the High Herald is offering judgement in other cases. Several | | ferns and other assorted potted plants line the perimeter of *-F | the courtyard, each appearing to be well taken care of. ---------+
[Exits: (north) south] A strange mechanical tripod is here, humming softly. Varylath the Child of the Second Element is here. Avenar the Oracle of the Stars is here. (Charmed) A tiny wisp hovers here, shedding its essence as it bobs in the air. A stern-looking bailiff stands here guarding the entrance to the courtroom.
You say to Avenar 'Your acolyte approaches.'
Varylath says 'One of a handful.'
You say to Avenar 'I had thought to string a bell.'
Avenar chuckles politely.
You say to Varylath 'Be careful of the artifact, dear.'
Valindra smiles slyly.
Varylath blinks innocently.
Avenar looks at Varylath.
Avenar says 'What was the outcome of the battle?'
Varylath says 'The monk won.'
Avenar nods.
Avenar says 'He has ranks upon you.'
Varylath says 'I was unable to regain my flesh after a blasted him a bit.'
Varylath frowns.
Lightning arcs between Avenar and the sky.
A tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity sneezes. ACHOO!
You say to a tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity 'Let us adjourn,.'
<Valindra returns to her office with the wisp and the god in tow.>
Pose set to: Valindra is sitting at a leather covered desk regarding herself in the mirror.
A deafening roar of thunder is heard 1 mile away.
You say to Avenar 'I'm not so keen on your new elf, but I'll give him a shot.'
Avenar says 'He's quite interesting so far.'
You say to Avenar 'But I might curse him.'
Avenar says 'And not everyone is interesting.'
You say to Avenar 'You sound like Trillian.'
Avenar says 'I would say he learned it from me, but I believe he's older.'
You say 'You could say whatever you want!'
You say 'Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the emerald shortiest of them all?' Ascribing an age to this little goblin witch might prove difficult: though her eyes appear milky, the rest of her features dissolve into folds of flesh indistinguishable from each other as wrinkles or fat creases. Her hair, the whitish yellow of pus pushing against the skin, flickers around her small if bulbous frame, animated by a fool's wind or some other lesser cantrip. She herself could be cast from an emerald were her complexion brighter: not the green of living things, but the green of living things unaccustomed to catching and reflecting light. A variety of worn pouches dangles from her waist, bone protuberances peeking from some, others whose contents remain a mystery. She has unlocked many secrets of the world. Valindra is in excellent condition.
You say 'Yeah!'
You say to Avenar 'What gossip have you for an old crone, dear?'
You say to Avenar 'I know you are getting the good stuff.'
You say to Avenar 'So don't hold out!'
Avenar says 'Well, these tripods draw energy from the ground.'
Valindra waggles her stubby, emerald fingers menacingly.
You say to Avenar 'They smell like Trillian.'
Avenar says 'Initially there were some quakes with the prototype.'
You say to Avenar 'Initially.'
Avenar says 'That seem to have shaken ground and changed things.'
<HERALD> Odile the Crier gossips: 'The winds welcome your return, Tevaloon the Student of History.'
<HERALD> (Chronicler) Tevaloon : 'Greetings.'
Avenar says 'There is something beneath the Rest. Something that predates it.'
Avenar says 'This area was very different in the time of the Seekers.'
<HERALD> (Chronicler) Tevaloon : 'I've got my things thanks.'
<SCHOLAR> (Polymath) Ilromie : 'In fact, I wondered if our paths were ere to cross again.'
<SCHOLAR> (Leader channel) Valindra : 'Yet here we are.'
<SCHOLAR> (Polymath) Ilromie : 'Greetings to everyone.'
l 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 W-* * *| 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. A painting of the High Herald is hanging on ---------+ the wall.
[Exits: north east] A magical spring flows from the ground here. A plate of liver and onions is here. A mirror is on the wall, shimmering with magic. A desk covered with soft leather rests here facing a window. A glass cabinet is mounted above the desk containing a golden parchment. (Translucent) (White Aura) Ilromie the Arcane Archivist, Polymath of History is here. Avenar the Oracle of the Stars is here. (Charmed) A tiny wisp hovers here, shedding its essence as it bobs in the air.
Ilromie says 'I heard you broke an astrolabe.'
Valindra looks up from her reverie.
You say 'I have broken several.'
Valindra croaks 'Welcome, sister.'
Ilromie looks at Avenar.
Avenar nods.
Ilromie says 'Is it true you found a key?'
You say 'It is true that it found me.'
You say 'And again.'
You say 'I put it in the box and set it out to sea.'
You say 'But it found me.'
Valindra fingers her memory box possessively.
Ilromie utters the words, 'create food'. A raspberry flan suddenly appears. A raspberry flan suddenly appears.
Ilromie gets a raspberry flan.
You get a raspberry flan.
Ilromie eats a raspberry flan.
Ilromie says 'Do you still have the key?'
i You are carrying: a raspberry flan secret of Acadia ( 2) a Four-Leaf Clover a solid box (empty) a set of mystic bones (Humming) a book of living tales (open) (Glowing) the Light of Immortal Favor a bright orange Stryth-O-Ween candy bag (open) (Glowing) a gold scarab ring a mysterious bag of the Magi (open)
Tevaloon drinks water from a magical spring.
Tevaloon bows deeply.
Tevaloon sits down and rests.
Ilromie looks at Tevaloon.
You say to Tevaloon 'Well, well, well.'
Valindra capers up to kiss Tevaloon upon his cheek. The imprint of her lips smokes slightly.
Tevaloon smiles happily.
toss bones You cast the bones of the mystic for a reading. The bones rattle on the ground and settle into position with a rib bone prominent. You get a sense of inversion from the position of the remaining bones.
Valindra recites 'I get a sense of inversion from the position of the remaining bones.'
Ilromie says 'In fact, I can imagine how such a room might be suddenly upended.'
Avenar says 'How fitting.'
Ilromie glances at Tevaloon.
Tevaloon arches an eyebrow.
The skies are lit with lightning and all sound is lost in thunder. The surge has arrived.
You give a plate of liver and onions to Tevaloon.
You say to Tevaloon 'Eat something, dear.'
You say to Tevaloon 'You are just skin and bones.'
Tevaloon says 'I am starving and without food.'
Tevaloon says 'Perhaps m'lady could conjour up something?'
You say to Tevaloon 'I gave you the liver, dear. Must I induce you?'
You stand up.
A stack of pancakes suddenly appears. A stack of pancakes suddenly appears.
Ilromie smirks.
You sit down at a leather covered desk.
Tevaloon says 'Could you feed it to me?'
Ilromie says 'In fact, I would not cross her.'
Tevaloon opens his mouth.
Pose set to: Valindra is sitting at a leather covered desk regarding herself in the mirror.
Ilromie looks at you expectantly.
You say to Tevaloon 'You best be careful what crawls inside, dear.'
Tevaloon eats a plate of liver and onions.
Tevaloon smiles happily.
Tevaloon says 'I'll be mindful next time m'lady.'
A messenger arrives and hands you an APPLICATION.
You say 'Oh, no.'
Tevaloon looks at you.
You whisper something to Ilromie.
Avenar says 'I think he has some whimsy.'
Tevaloon looks at Ilromie.
Ilromie tells you 'I confess, I find myself quite disconnected to the young talent.'
You say to Avenar 'Don't eavesdrop on me.'
You say 'Let us adjourn to the restaurant.'
Ilromie peers intently at Avenar.
Ilromie now follows you.
Tevaloon looks at Avenar.
<The group adjourns to the restaurant.>
Restaurant S o | This room is actually fairly small, since most people take | | | their food out and eat in the Main Hall or one of the other *-*-S-* | rooms. Even so, it is still decorated richly, and a number | | of tables are available for those who wish to eat right here. *-@ | To the south is a counter where you may order food. You can | | | also see a set of swinging doors that leads to the kitchens. * * | Several loud curses occasionally drift in from that direction. | One or two people sit here eating, and there is a murmur of | quiet conversation that is almost drowned out by the raucous ---------+ noise from the Main Hall. You can return to it northwards.
[Exits: north south west] A heavy oak table sits here, surrounded by eight chairs. Varylath is sitting here writing a letter. Alanna the waitress stands behind the counter, ready to take your order. A tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity flies in.
Tevaloon sits up and rests at a heavy oak table.
Valindra capers in on stubby, emerald feet, her sister in tow.
A bolt of golden lightning flashes down from the sky and Avenar appears before you.
You say to Varylath 'Good to see you again, dear.'
You say to Avenar 'So theatrical.'
Varylath says to you 'And you as well.'
buy 4 cake You haggle the price down to 26 coins. You buy a slice of lemon bouncy cake. You haggle the price down to 21 coins. You buy a slice of lemon bouncy cake. You haggle the price down to 24 coins. You buy a slice of lemon bouncy cake. You haggle the price down to 32 coins. You buy a slice of lemon bouncy cake.
Avenar says 'I received criticism for walking into places, now for too many theatrics.'
You give a slice of lemon bouncy cake to Avenar. You give a slice of lemon bouncy cake to Varylath. You give a slice of lemon bouncy cake to Tevaloon. You give a slice of lemon bouncy cake to Ilromie.
Ilromie runs her eyes down the menu disapprovingly.
Ilromie utters the words, 'create food'. A raspberry flan suddenly appears. A raspberry flan suddenly appears.
You say to Avenar 'I'll always find the fault, dear. It's my talent.'
You get a raspberry flan.
Tevaloon bounces around with a happy smile. Tevaloon eats a slice of lemon bouncy cake.
Ilromie bounces around with a happy smile. Ilromie eats a slice of lemon bouncy cake.
Varylath bounces around with a happy smile. Varylath eats a slice of lemon bouncy cake.
<SCHOLAR> (Leader channel) Ilromie : 'In fact, we are all meeting with the applicant currently.'
Ilromie gives a silver chalice ornamented with pearls to Wylsin.
Wylsin drinks water from a silver chalice ornamented with pearls.
Wylsin thanks Ilromie heartily.
Wylsin gives a silver chalice ornamented with pearls to Ilromie.
You say to Wylsin 'You cannot even drink my water?'
Ilromie says 'Have you seen the day you will die?'
Wylsin's hunger grazes him.
Varylath says 'It has been some time since I've been able to pursue those efforts. Seeking to attain the full potential of one's guild waylays one's work.'
You say to Wylsin 'Perhaps there is a curse in it, after all.'
Ilromie nods.
Varylath raises an eyebrow at Ilromie's weird actions.
Valindra narrows her eyes at Wylsin, having completely lost track of the original conversation.
Wylsin replies in an undertone, eyes still fixed outside 'I was not certain I was given such permission.'
Wylsin buys a slice of lemon bouncy cake.
Wylsin bounces around with a happy smile. Wylsin eats a slice of lemon bouncy cake.
Ilromie says 'I have no further questions.'
Ilromie says to you 'Sister?'
Varylath says 'That would be like reading the final chapter of a book before purchasing. Ruins the fun.'
You say to Ilromie 'Yes?'
Ilromie smiles at Varylath.
Varylath drinks water from a magical spring.
Ilromie says 'It is your turn.'
You say to Varylath 'I am supposed to ask you a question now.'
Valindra taps her lip with a stubby, emerald finger.
Varylath says to you 'Ask away.'
You say to Varylath 'What happens when we die?'
You say to Varylath 'I mean, the last time, of course.'
You say to Varylath 'We all get so many . . . cheats.'
Varylath says 'That depends.'
You say to Varylath 'But what happens.'
You say to Varylath 'The last time.'
Valindra croaks 'I wonder.'
Varylath says 'Some say, there is nothing. Once it happens, its nothing. No more consciousness, no more thoughts, feelings.'
Varylath says 'Some say you ascend or descend to other planes.'
Valindra considers this carefully, her beady eyes narrowed.
Cadeilin tells you 'Aha, so I was right...'
Varylath says 'Personally though, I believe that we return to the cosmos, fuel for it to further create, build, deconstruct and continue.'
Wylsin utters the words, 'create food' tapping a spot on the windowsill for the mushroom to appear. A magic mushroom suddenly appears.
Wylsin phases back into existence.
Wylsin plucks the mushroom from the windowsill.
Wylsin gets a magic mushroom.
Wylsin eats a magic mushroom.
You say to Varylath 'Dust . . .'
Varylath says 'As for what happens after our time is up.'
You tell Cadeilin 'Hail, dear.'
Varylath says 'Oh, dust is a powerful thing, High Herald.'
You tell Cadeilin 'I haven't seen you for a spell.'
Varylath says 'It from dust that stars are made.'
Cadeilin tells you 'I somehow had this intuitive guess that somebody would be here.'
Wylsin raises an eyebrow.
You tell Cadeilin 'She often rises with Vamana.'
Wylsin says over his shoulder 'Is that so?'
Cadeilin tells you 'And it wasn't you I'm referring to. Aye.'
Ilromie says to you 'Thank you, sister.'
You tell Ilromie 'Take care of the Justice.'
Ilromie says to Wylsin 'Abecedarian.'
You tell Ilromie 'They are always obsessed with you.'
Tevaloon buys a cracker made from elf ears.
Tevaloon eats a cracker made from elf ears.
Varylath says 'At least, it is what my previous mentor claims. I've yet to witness, but the thought, so fantastical and divine.'
You say to Wylsin 'Ask a question.'
<MYSTIC> Glorwinda the Psi-Ascetic gossips: 'The winds welcome your return, Pauwyr the Sage of Arcane Power, Oracle of Arcane.'
You say to Wylsin 'Make it hard, please.'
Ilromie tells you 'In fact, this one lusts for the fight.' Wylsin glances at Ilromie.
<HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra : 'Hail, Pauwyr.'
<HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra : 'Been a while, bub.'
<MYSTIC> (Oracle) Pauwyr : 'I bid you all fair eve.'
<HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra : 'Do bid us that, dear.'
<HERALD> (High Herald) Valindra : 'We are in the restaurant in the Rest. Join us.'
Wylsin turns away from the window and regards Varylath directly, his eyes fixed on him alone.
Cadeilin tells you 'And yes, I've not been making my presence known as much lately.'
Varylath meets Wylsin's gaze, unnerved.
You tell Cadeilin 'I always miss a principled constable of letters!'
Cadeilin tells you 'You can guess what happened recently, aye?'
You tell Cadeilin 'A promotion?'
Cadeilin tells you 'Yep.'
Wylsin says to Varylath 'By what means do you assert that the stars consist of dust?'
You tell Cadeilin 'Congratulations. What should I call you?'
Pauwyr flies in.
Pauwyr nods.
You say to Pauwyr 'Welcome, dear.'
Pauwyr says 'Hello.'
Pauwyr utters the words, 'locate object'.
Wylsin says to Pauwyr 'Salutations.'
Cadeilin tells you 'What's more, Solmundi seems to have left the Halls of Justice. At least for now.'
Pauwyr says 'Indeed it has been long and long.'
Pauwyr looks at Varylath.
You tell Cadeilin 'Oh?'
You tell Cadeilin 'That intrigues me, of course.'
Cadeilin tells you 'His name is not in the roster, and Kedaleam also commented on that to me.'
Wylsin's eyes return to Varylath.
You tell Cadeilin 'Interesting.'
Pauwyr says 'What did I miss.'
Pauwyr listens intently.
You say to Pauwyr 'We are passing around this applicant.'
Pauwyr says 'Tell me everything.'
Pauwyr says 'Oh.Uh I thought we do not do that anymore?'
Pauwyr raises an eyebrow.
Cadeilin tells you 'I can't imagine myself becoming Commander or possibly even Captain without another officer to give orders to.'
Varylath says 'By what means do you believe they don't? They are celestial things, born to the astral sea. Some may be more than others. Some bring life, whilst they can collapse and take it. But the creation of a star would be a wonderful thing to see, a pocket of d.'
You say to Pauwyr 'Not like that, Pauwyr.'
Varylath coughs loudly.
Pauwyr peers around himself intently.
Pauwyr clears his throat.
Ilromie frowns at what Pauwyr did.
Varylath says 'Pocket of dust and various other things, pulled in then ignited into life.'
Varylath chuckles at Pauwyr's joke.
Cadeilin tells you 'I might send you a recruitment letter to send to all of Serin at some point. We shall see.'
Pauwyr says 'I thought it was the pub crawl again!'
Pauwyr gets a bottle of black rum from a deflective storage void of wildness.
Pauwyr drinks rum from a bottle of black rum.
Pauwyr drinks rum from a bottle of black rum.
You tell Cadeilin 'I would scribe it handily, of course.'
Cadeilin tells you 'Aye.'
Varylath says 'I hope to see it with my own eyes once I have my observatory built.'
Wylsin says to Varylath 'You are the one who made the assertion, therefore it is up to you defend it, not defer to me to disprove it.'
Varylath says 'Ah, I merely said it as my mentor claimed such.'
Pauwyr says 'wHy doo ii awlwAys zjRaoVe tHiisSz WhHennn i ahm ahhRaouhhnnnD ..... peOpLEh.'
Pauwyr frowns at what Ilromie did.
Varylath says 'If you'd like to discuss it with him, you may need consult a necromancer. I fear age caught up to him.’
Pauwyr looks at Ilromie.
Ilromie says 'In fact, such evidence could take a lifetime to accrue.'
Wylsin says to Varylath 'What's more, your assertion is at odds with the observations made thus far that starts, by and large, consist of hot gasses.'
Cadeilin tells you 'There are certain restrictions which my cabal has in its conduct. Though whether they apply to personal dwellings is questionable.'
Ilromie says to Pauwyr 'You really should practice that.'
Varylath says 'Hmm, there is more than just gas and cosmic radiance in the astral sea.'
Wylsin says to Varylath 'The dust is a product of their demise, and we are formed of such stardust.'
Cadeilin tells you 'Like, I'm not allowed to enter cabal grounds within pressing business related to being a Justice. Typically criminals, sometimes my item being gone.'
You say to Pauwyr 'Pauwyr's drunk. Must be Day of the Taekir War.'
You tell Cadeilin 'Curious.'
Cadeilin tells you 'By the way, when's the next Mystique planned to be published?'
Pauwyr looks in a deflective storage void of wildness.
Varylath says 'And you think that the dust left from their demise doesn't help fuel another?'
You tell Cadeilin 'We don't have a firm date yet, but I think soon.'
Wylsin says to Varylath 'I rather expect we Academics to support their assertions with something more than 'my Mentor said so.''
Cadeilin tells you 'Well the cabal invasion thing is in one of guidelines, as a result of past behavior from previous officers.'
Varylath says 'Hmm.'
Cadeilin tells you 'One of the guidelines.'
Wylsin says to Varylath 'Something to consider.'
Ilromie says to Varylath 'Have you given any consideration to which path you would pursue within the Consortium?'
Varylath says 'Well, how do you know that stars are made up of hot gas?'
Avenar says 'Oh don't be so hard on the lad. He is dabbling in things most never even consider for a moment.'
Pauwyr utters the words, 'word of recall'. A ray of light from above envelops Pauwyr. Pauwyr disappears.
Wylsin looks back out through the eastern window, the spires of the Ivory Towers just visible over the canopy of the Grove.
You say to Wylsin 'I need to talk to you.'
Wylsin says to Varylath 'We have a powerful Observatory from which to make detailed observations of the celestial bodies.'
Varylath says 'Have you, yourself made such observations?'
Wylsin says, his eyes not leaving Varylath 'Do you?'
You whisper to Wylsin 'I do.'
Cadeilin tells you 'If you don't have anything written up for the Justice cabal I can tell you everything I know, though you probably know most of it already.'
Varylath speaks with a grin stretching across his face 'Not yet.'
Wylsin's eyes flash and narrow almost imperceptibly.
You tell Cadeilin 'I would love to get your perspective.'
Cadeilin tells you 'Aye.'
Varylath says 'But I plan to have one that rivals if not dwarfs the tower's.'
Ilromie looks at Wylsin.
You tell Cadeilin 'You are quite clever and always have juicy gossip.'
You tell Cadeilin 'Though you have been quiet.'
Cadeilin tells you 'These have been interesting times. Other matters have needed tending to.'
You tell Cadeilin 'I understand, or try to.'
Cadeilin tells you 'But anyway.'
Wylsin says to Varylath 'I should like to review your plans. Perhaps there is a mutual benefit we can derive.'
Valindra smiles as a toad might, maw gruesome.
A tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity snores loudly.
Cadeilin tells you 'Kumiko as I told you was demoted for incorrectly flagging Vargan.'
Varylath says 'When it comes time. I shall share them.'
Avenar says 'I do like the idea of another observatory.'
Cadeilin tells you 'Which put her at my level at the time.'
You say to Avenar 'Of course you would.'
You tell Cadeilin 'Interesting.'
Ilromie says 'Sister, have you another question?'
Wylsin says to Varylath 'In the meantime, I would redirect to the Polymath's question. Have you reviewed the Scholarly Pillars before your application and given any thought to which you might pursue?'
Cadeilin tells you 'But even before that I had serious concerns about her.'
You say to Ilromie 'Got all mine answered, I'm afraid!'
Cadeilin tells you 'She dropped a barrel in Solace and left it there for a very long time during an adventure we had.'
Cadeilin tells you 'That qualifies as littering in my eyes.'
Varylath says 'Myth, arcane and history.'
You tell Cadeilin 'Completely.'
Wylsin nods.
Cadeilin tells you 'Which itself it merely an offense worthy of a fine.'
You tell Cadeilin 'But it's the idea behind it, honestly!'
Cadeilin tells you 'However, the real clincher was when I caught her meditating in town without asking me to maintain the watch.'
Cadeilin tells you 'That shows incompetence and disregard for the need to be alert and observant.'
Varylath says 'However, I am not all strict, I do have a fun streak that appears from time to time.'
Wylsin says, his eye still fixed upon Varylath 'That would put you under High Herald Skitterwit's charge.'
You tell Cadeilin 'She needed your leadership.'
Cadeilin tells you 'I guess that's one way of putting it.'
Ilromie says 'Would it?'
You say to Wylsin 'I think it would make him a Scholar, actually.'
Cadeilin tells you 'I didn't feel it was my place to point that out at first.'
Wylsin says to Ilromie 'Myth and History?’
Varylath says 'And arcane..'
Ilromie says 'Arcane?'
Cadeilin tells you 'But if a new officer does those things, I'll definitely make them know what they did wrong.'
Varylath says 'Previously of the Mystic's holding, yes?'
You tell Cadeilin 'You have to lead them!'
Cadeilin tells you 'Anyway, Kumiko was rather troubled.'
Ilromie says 'Each of you may assign him a task, then hold your private meeting.'
Valindra nods, her chins wobbling.
Varylath gently cleans an ear.
Cadeilin tells you 'As for where the cabal is now? Most of what I do is petty work.'
You tell Cadeilin 'Such as?'
Ilromie says 'We can continue while they parlay, unless you are called to the storm.'
Cadeilin tells you 'I keep the streets clean most days.'
Varylath shakes his head.
Varylath says 'I have no one to hunt with.'
Cadeilin tells you 'Sometimes people leave stuff lying around. I always make sure to clean up when I've been around.'
<SCHOLAR> (Leader channel) Ilromie : 'Would you like to ask your traditional riddle?'
Varylath says 'Lady Illistarre, my time is yours, unless the High Herald and Abecedarian have more of me.'
Ilromie smiles at Varylath. Wylsin says to Varylath 'I have another inquiry of you.'
Cadeilin tells you 'Though I've only done this in Seringale lately.'
Varylath eats a stinky piece of cheese.
You say to Varylath 'Do not think to run off with my sister now.'
Cadeilin tells you 'I could expand it to Timaran and Solace easily.'
You say to Varylath 'She was mine first.'
Valindra waggles her exquisitely manicured if stubby fingers menacingly.
Ilromie says 'I was another's second, as well.'
Cadeilin tells you 'I also keep an eye out for people carrying contraband weapons.'
Cadeilin tells you 'Most of the time, there's no issue.'
Cadeilin tells you 'I think the most recent issue was your sister, in fact.'
Varylath says to you 'As if one could run off with her, whilst having to attend you, Madam Skitterwit.'
Valindra looks toward her spring, eyes downcast.
Varylath fills a barrel with water from a magical spring.
Varylath says 'More cursed spring water for me.'
Varylath chortles mischieviously.
Ilromie whispers to you 'You have the power to make him trust you again.'
Wylsin taps the oak table lightly in front of Varylath.
You whisper to Ilromie 'Must I use it?'
Cadeilin tells you 'Artoron remains at large. I believe Auhla does as well.'
You tell Cadeilin 'I have not seen either in some time.'
Ilromie whispers to you 'We cannot lead if we cannot look each other in the eye.'
Wylsin says to Varylath 'Tell me, if you would, what is the proper alignment of elemental chakras required to manifest a lesser flame profusion?'
Cadeilin tells you 'As far as our relations go with the other cabals, well. I'm the only member so I'm sure the Knights aren't too happy to see me as the active officer.'
Cadeilin tells you 'But they pay me no heed.'
You tell Cadeilin 'The Knights pay themselves no heed.'
Cadeilin tells you 'Seems I'm not so important that being a criminal is worth the effort.'
Varylath says 'I would be lying to give you an answer other than this.'
You tell Cadeilin 'Legion is the strongest presence now.'
Varylath says 'I don't know.'
Cadeilin tells you 'Aye.'
Wylsin sighs.
Wylsin nods.
Wylsin says 'Very well.'
Varylath says 'I'm not as, in tuned to it as the Invoker guild.'
Wylsin says 'I have nothing further at this time.'
Varylath says 'However, I'm a quick study.'
Avenar says 'He may have some work cut out for him studying arcane.’
Cadeilin tells you 'That sleazy Zatoke has been WAY too friendly when I just want him to shut up.'
Ilromie says to Wylsin 'Give him a place to start.'
You tell Cadeilin 'Har.'
Cadeilin tells you 'Would love to wring his neck and take a few of his feathers from his wings.'
Wylsin says to Varylath 'Instruction within the guild of Invokers is not required to manifest such a thing.'
Cadeilin tells you 'Maybe truss him up like a turkey some time.'
Wylsin glances at Ilromie.
Varylath stops holding a sphere of resonance in his hand. Varylath holds a sphere of amplitude in his hand.
Varylath says 'This sphere.'
<SCHOLAR> (Leader channel) Ilromie : 'In the form of a task serving his application, if you please.'
Varylath says 'The one of amplitude.'
Cadeilin tells you 'I finally told him, I will only speak to Kryton as he is your superior.'
<SCHOLAR> (Leader channel) Ilromie : 'Once your dissection of his response is complete, of course.'
Varylath says 'Is a manifestation of an emotion I keep in check, every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day and so forth.'
Cadeilin tells you 'I figure if I ever make it to the top, it will say a lot more if the two of us are the only ones talking.'
Varylath says 'It is through this, I use to influence my control over pyrokinetics.'
You say to Varylath 'For my task, tell me the story of a common Serin myth or lore -- but from a different perspective.'
Wylsin says to Varylath 'A singular and consistent emotion, or your emotions generally?'
Cadeilin tells you 'The ettin is a nuisance but doesn't talk at least.'
Varylath stands up.
You say to Varylath 'I mean for this to be written and suitable for publication in the Mystique.'
Cadeilin tells you 'He seems the opposite of me: quiet and dumb.'
Varylath stops holding a sphere of amplitude in his hand. Varylath holds a sphere of amplitude in his hand.
Varylath gives a sphere of resonance to Wylsin. Wylsin is zapped by a sphere of resonance and drops it. A sphere of resonance dissolves into smoke.
You say to Varylath 'Address your scroll to the Consortium, of course.'
Wylsin winces and shakes out his zapped hand.
Varylath says 'My anger alone is channeled, and kept in check to manifest and sustain this sphere.'
Varylath says 'That is how I influence fire.'
Varylath says 'Through raw willpower and focus.'
Varylath says 'Not an elemental chakra.'
Varylath sits down at a heavy oak table.
Wylsin says 'That is a most intriguing way of thinking of the thing.'
Varylath says 'That is the way of my guild.'
Wylsin says 'And I would posit that your answer of 'I don't know' was not entirely truthful.'
Valindra nods, her chins wobbling.
Wylsin says to Varylath 'In any case, should you wish to educate yourself further, I invite you to review the Proceedings of the Mystics of Arcana, Volume 1, Issue 1.'
Avenar says 'How are you with the study of history?'
Wylsin says to Varylath 'Once you have done so, you may address a letter to the Consortium detailing your understanding of what is discussed therein regarding lesser flame profusions and how they relate to your own understanding of fire manipulation as you've bee.'
Cadeilin tells you 'Oh yes, as for the Keepers and Warlords... Never seen them so can't say we have relations of any kind.'
Wylsin coughs loudly.
Wylsin says 'Excuse me.'
<Valindra leaves briefly and then returns.>
give book varyl You give a leather-bound book titled 'The Proceedings of the Mystics of Arcana, Vol 1, #1' to Varylath.
You say to Varylath 'For your further study, dear.'
Varylath says 'And how might one attain a copy of the Proceedings of the Mystics of Arcana, Volume 1, Issue 1.'
You say to Varylath 'I just gave you one, dear.'
Wylsin claps at Pauwyr's performance.
Varylath says 'Ah.'
You say to Varylath 'You just sort of thank me.'
Varylath says 'Another book for the collection.'
Varylath says 'And to be sure, digestion of the mind.'
You whisper to Avenar 'Pssst.'
Wylsin says to Ilromie 'Is there anything further, to your mind?'
Ilromie says to Wylsin 'Did I miss the formal naming of your task?'
Valindra looks around for a mirror but does not find one.
Cadeilin tells you 'Anyway, I'm off for now.'
You say to Varylath 'And did you get mine in all that, dear?'
You tell Cadeilin 'Good to see you, dear. Don't be so strange.'
Wylsin says to Ilromie 'Perhaps so. I requested that he review the Proceedings and send us a letter regarding his understands of how his guild reflects those articles.'
Cadeilin tells you 'Heh heh.'
Ilromie nods.
Cadeilin tells you 'I'll try.'
Wylsin says to Ilromie 'Did you wish something further, or altered?'
Ilromie says 'Then be off to your fate, Abecedarian.'
Ilromie nods at you in agreement.
Wylsin says 'Very well, dismissed again.'
You sit down at a heavy oak table.
Wylsin walks north.
Varylath says 'A myth or lore from a different perspective, written suitably for publication.'
Valindra nods, her chins wobbling.
You tell Wylsin 'You did not need to leave.'
Ilromie smiles at you.
Ilromie says to you 'Now go, Fate.'
You say to Varylath 'I must say I'm looking forward to this, dear.'
<Valindra attempts to lure Wylsin back to her office.>
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 W-* * *| 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. A painting of the High Herald is hanging on ---------+ the wall.
[Exits: north east] You see 2 of a stack of pancakes here. A mirror is on the wall, shimmering with magic. A desk covered with soft leather rests here facing a window. A glass cabinet is mounted above the desk containing a golden parchment. A tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity flies in.
You sit down at a leather covered desk.
Pose set to: Valindra is sitting at a leather covered desk regarding herself in the mirror.
You tell Wylsin 'Come upstairs.'
where Players near you in Holy Grove: <PK> Pauwyr Restaurant <PK> Ilromie Restaurant Varylath Restaurant <PK> Avenar Restaurant <PK> Wylsin The Lore Keeper's Den <PK> Valindra Office of the High Herald
You tell Wylsin 'Will you come in?'
Wylsin walks in.
Wylsin knocks on the door, hesitating in the doorway.
Valindra croaks 'Come in.'
Wylsin steps into the office.
You say to Wylsin 'Abecedarian.'
Wylsin fixes his gaze at a point on the wall just above your head.
Wylsin says 'High Herald.'
You say to Wylsin 'Look at me, Wylsin.'
Valindra capers up to you.
Valindra takes your hands in her small, stubby, emerald ones.
You say to Wylsin 'I can't be angry at you too long.'
Wylsin holds his hands stiffly, not curling his fingers.
Valindra is crying a little, and the tears seem to smoke as they run down her face.
Wylsin's eye briefly meets your despite his efforts.
You say to Wylsin 'I know why you did what you did.'
Wylsin's eye slides off Valindra's face, and fixes its gaze upon the wall just to the side of her ear.
You say 'But I don't want to not be your friend, Wylsin Plindane. You are a powerful wizard and a better friend to me than I deserve.'
Valindra croaks 'And I'm sorry I keep cursing you.'
Wylsin says 'You know, yet you curse my name, and preclude me from unraveling a mystery I may be ultimately responsible for bringing to Serin?'
You say to Wylsin 'Enter the mirror.'
enter mirror You step through the mirror and vanish! The High Herald's Courtyard | A somewhat spacious and surprisingly peaceful courtyard is | nearly entirely surrounding you here. A serene sylvan pool | ripples here to the touch of the soft breeze. Smooth paving | stones line the ground here between the Travellers Rest foyer S @ | to the south, and the small courtroom to the north, and a few | | | rough-cut stone benches serve to allow waiting plaintiffs while *-S-* | the High Herald is offering judgement in other cases. Several | | ferns and other assorted potted plants line the perimeter of *-F | the courtyard, each appearing to be well taken care of. ---------+
[Exits: (north) south] A strange mechanical tripod is here, humming softly. A stern-looking bailiff stands here guarding the entrance to the courtroom.
You tell Wylsin 'Enter the mirror.'
You tickle Wylsin.
You say to Wylsin 'Do not touch the tripod though.'
Wylsin's eye widens, and he turns his back on the tripod.
You beckon for Wylsin to follow -- sure hope they do!
Wylsin hesitates.
You beckon for Wylsin to follow -- sure hope they do!
Wylsin now follows you.
<The pair return to the office.>
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 W-* * *| 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. A painting of the High Herald is hanging on ---------+ the wall.
[Exits: north east] You see 2 of a magical spring here. A stack of pancakes is here. A mirror is on the wall, shimmering with magic. A desk covered with soft leather rests here facing a window. A glass cabinet is mounted above the desk containing a golden parchment. (Charmed) A tiny wisp hovers here, shedding its essence as it bobs in the air. Wylsin walks in.
You say 'Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Who's the baddest witch of all?'
You poke a magic mirror.
You say to Wylsin 'That usually works a little better.'
Wylsin considers the books on the bookshelf with a forced interest.
The mirror whispers something to Valindra.
You say to Wylsin 'Are you going to forgive me? Am I going to forgive you?'
Wylsin says to the books 'That is up to you.'
Valindra croaks 'I love you, Wylsin. You are a brother to me. Be a godparent to my child.'
Wylsin quickly turns away from the bookshelf, quite forgetting himself, and locks his eye to yours.
<MYSTIC> Glorwinda the Psi-Ascetic gossips: 'Farewell Pauwyr, may the winds guide you to a swift return.'
Wylsin says to you 'Your child?'
Valindra locks her eyes with your one defiantly.
You say to Wylsin 'I know it will come.'
Wylsin's eye narrows slightly.
Wylsin says 'Then you're not presently..Dwiggans hasn't..?'
You say 'No. My husband and I are unfortunately estranged.'
You say 'I have not seen him in over a Celestial.'
Wylsin cast his eye downwards.
Wylsin turns his back once more and gazes out the open door.
Wylsin sighs.
Valindra drums her exquisitely manicured nails upon the desk. She leaves little score marks in the wood.
You say to Wylsin 'Say what you must to me.'
Wylsin says to the hallway 'Say what I must?'
Valindra croaks 'Wylsin!'
Wylsin suddenly rounds upon you, his eye flashing brightly and his orange hair suddenly shimmering bright red.
Valindra flinches a little, but she stands her ground.
Wylsin's eye locks with yours, the bright green seeming to stream beyond the socket.
Valindra seems caught in that moment as if suspended in amber.
Wylsin says loudly 'Say what I must?! You curse my name! After everything we have been through together!'
You say 'There is no more curse that I have left for you, Wylsin Plindane.'
The skin over Wylsin's missing eye glows a dull red.
You say 'I cry and screech and growl and howl, but you would know my curse!'
Valindra capers up to you, tentatively at first.
Wylsin says, his voice quavering 'After what I have given to see to your release. And with the counsel of your Coven-mate.'
Valindra holds your head in her stubby, emerald hands. She regards your face for a long time as if she were looking in her magic mirror.
Wylsin says in a breaking voice 'Yet you still curse me.'
You say to Wylsin 'There is no curse left to you, Wylsin Plindane.'
You say to Wylsin 'None but my love.'
You say to Wylsin 'And I am sorry for it.'
Valindra manages to plant a soft kiss upon the red flesh where your eye should be. It begins to smoke after a long time.
Wylsin's little legs give out from underneath him. He slumps to his knees on the floor.
Valindra sits back, and she is weeping silently. She catches a few of her tears in a vial and slips it into one of the pouches dangling from her waist.
A tiny wisp named Hibbadibbity swoops in to catch Wylsin.
The brightness in Wylsin's eye fades, and his hair returns to its usual state, a lightly shimmering orange.
You say to Wylsin 'Will you forgive me?'
You say to Wylsin 'I have always been so selfish.'
Wylsin says in a small voice 'I am sorry I vexed you so. I simply did not wish to risk again losing you to Acadia.'
You say to Wylsin 'I can see your heart right there, dear.'
You say to Wylsin 'You may look at that tripod if you wish. But --'
Wylsin looks up to you, his green eye rather bloodshot.
Valindra wields her stubby, emerald finger like a knife.
You say 'Do not destroy it without asking me first.'
You glance at Wylsin. Looking about this place, you can't help but notice the little gnome standing before you. He has one bright green eye that seems to seek yours out. Where the other eye should be there is simply smooth skin.
Breaking your eye contact, you look over the rest of his face. A short, almost button-like nose sits right in the center. His lips have a slight orange-ish hue to them, and when he talks his teeth are dazzlingly white. He has curly red hair, and when he turns his head it seems to shimmer as though a great heat were emanating from him.
Wylsin is using: <worn on head> a black hat with a silver plume <worn on torso> an elegant black silk coat with silver trim <worn on hands> a pair of black silk gloves with silver piping <worn on legs> a pair of black pants <worn on feet> a pair of black, silver-worked boots
You hug him.
Wylsin rises to his feet to meet your embrace.
Valindra purrs like the toad that ate the cat that got into the cream.
Wylsin whispers in your ear, holding tightly 'Can we forgive each other?'
You whisper to Wylsin 'I can already see it.'
You whisper to Wylsin 'We should have never been parted.'
toss bones You cast the bones of the mystic for a reading. The bones rattle on the ground and settle into position with a shoulder bone prominent. You get a sense of connection from the position of the remaining bones.
Valindra recites 'I get a sense of connection from the position of the remaining bones.'
Wylsin glances at the bones, one arm still around you.
Wylsin smirks.
Wylsin says 'How fitting.'
Wylsin takes a step back, his hands on each of your shoulders.
Valindra regards you soberly, her little eyes bright.
Wylsin says, his eye locked to Valindra’s ‘Who am I to argue with such an ancient Mystic?'
You say 'Thank you, Wylsin.'
Valindra smiles slyly.
Wylsin smiles back, perhaps a bit weakly.
You say to Wylsin 'I am not putting that poem in the Mystique, of course.'
Wylsin releases you, and takes a step back.
Wylsin chuckles at your joke.
Wylsin says to you 'Fair enough.'
Valindra looks down sheepishly 'But it may go in my book.'
Wylsin smirks.
Wylsin says 'So it must be.'
You say to Wylsin 'I think so too.'
You say to Wylsin 'Will you lock up? I have gotten a little tired.'
Wylsin nods.
You say to Wylsin 'Tell my sister thank you for her advice.'
Wylsin says 'I shall.'
Valindra kisses you on the cheek once more, replete with the smoking imprint of her lips.
You tell Ilromie 'I love you, sister.'
Wylsin gives you a swift smile.
You tell Ilromie 'But I am sentimental in my dotage.'
Ilromie tells you 'And I you, though I hope such sentiment is not precedent to action.'
You tell Ilromie 'Only that I took your advice and mended a fence.'
You tell Ilromie 'But now I must abscond with my good humor.'
You tell Ilromie 'Soon, it should be our time. We deserve it.'
Ilromie tells you 'Such brings me great joy.'
Wylsin steps to the door, closing and locking it before passing through the oak.
Ilromie tells you 'We shall.'
Valindra waves her stubby, emerald fingers.
<HERALD> Odile the Crier gossips: 'Farewell Valindra, may the winds guide you to a swift return.'
[reply to Trillian]