Dystopia
02-06-2012, 06:07 AM
If the GM who did this for me reads this, I deeply appreciate it.
If anyone takes the time to read this cleaned up log, I'd appreciate any constructive comments.
###
It's been an incredibly long time since I've received a successful commune. Then again, it is maybe twice a year I attempt it.
My characters are going through a turbulent time in which the two of them are once again deeply embracing their culture, despite the derision given to the Faendryl clan in which they are seeking to join. The twin brothers are seeking to abolish the racism and prejudice against the Faendryl by continuing to aid the lands with their assistance of the major spiritual and the major elementals.
Although the Faendryl they are joining are perhaps not held in the best light by some - everyone always needs a villain like they need a fall guy - my twin brothers are seeking to continue what they do to continue to abolish the racism/prejudice/hate against the clan to which they were invited and their race.
My cleric is often hot-headed and makes rash decisions, or sometimes does not think them through all the way. He's the eldest twin (few minutes), and his younger brother tends to blindly follow but has recently 'grown a pair' to make decisions for himself.
This was not an easy choice RP-wise on many levels, and some other personal reasons, but it was one that had to be done. IMO, you can really only roleplay with a select few people before it starts to lose its magic.
I figured my inability to make a decision on the spot to this new clan was a good opportunity to commune.
###
If anyone is new to prayer of communion or has unsuccessfully made a link, preparing yourself for the task is important.
Wearing the proper attire to your patron deity and showing respect in his or her image is a good first step:
You are wearing some alternating black dreamstone and banded onyx prayerbeads each etched with a tiny golden key, some ceremonial white vestments embroidered with golden keys about the shoulders, a web-shot flowing crimson longcoat, a delicate white silk sash entwined with a multitude of golden and silver cords, an enruned silver censer, and some neat silk boots.
I'd have loved to kill the longcoat but I needed a container for the following:
- some twisted black rings etched with Lorminstran symbols
- an enruned silver chalice
- a small carved ironwood altar
- a fine rosewood Lorminstra statue
- prayerbeads (above)
- a silver-bound deep black prayerbook
Below is a copy/paste log if anyone's interested.
###
>open cen
You flip open the lid on your silver censer.
>
>light cen
You light the rainforest incense inside your silver censer, causing some pale blue trickles of fragrant smoke to rise up languidly from within.
>
Some pale blue puffs of fragrant rainforest-scented smoke drift upward and about the silver censer on your belt.
>
You close the lid on your silver censer.
>incant prayer of communion
You raise your hand while murmuring a soft orison, focusing on the Prayer of Communion spell...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture.
Your soul reaches out, and you channel your energies into opening up a link between yourself and Lorminstra.
You fall into a deep trancelike state while muttering a quiet prayer in the hope that Lorminstra will hear. After a few silent moments, you calmly open your eyes.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>
You grasp a single bead between your forefinger and thumb, focusing your entire mind and spirit on the words of a prayer to Lorminstra.
>
You prayerfully rub your fingers across your banded onyx prayerbeads.
>put statue on altar
You put a fine rosewood Lorminstra statue on a small carved ironwood altar.
>
You rub the black rings in your hand.
>i
You are holding some twisted black rings etched with Lorminstran symbols in your right hand.
You are wearing some alternating black dreamstone and banded onyx prayerbeads each etched with a tiny golden key, some ceremonial white vestments embroidered with golden keys about the shoulders, a web-shot flowing crimson longcoat, a delicate white silk sash entwined with a multitude of golden and silver cords, an enruned silver censer, and some neat silk boots.
>
You deeply say, "My One Lady, Lorminstra. I come to you today to seek your guidance."
>
You deeply say, "I have come to a crossroads in my journey to follow your path and that of our Lord Voln, to dispatch the undead that have plagued our world."
>
You murmur some prayers under your breath.
>
Fragrant wisps of rainforest-scented smoke dance sinuously up from the silver censer on your belt.
>
You remove an enruned silver chalice from in your flowing crimson longcoat.
>
You take a drink from your silver chalice. If it were possible to get past the shockingly bitter taste, there might be something to appreciate in the complex blend of flavors.
You have 5 quaffs left.
>
You put an enruned silver chalice in your flowing crimson longcoat.
>
You deeply say, "I come not to you with discontent or to ask for you to make my choice for me."
>
You deeply say, "I ask for you, my One Lady, for the blessings in the road ahead of me, to stay true along your path and along the path of our Lord Voln."
>
You prayerfully rub your fingers across your banded onyx prayerbeads.
>
You murmur some prayers under your breath.
>touch lorminstra
You reach out and touch the statue of Lorminstra.
A warm feeling washes over you, as if Lorminstra smiled upon you.
>
You deeply say, "I ask that you give me your blessing to continue along the newfound road ahead."
>
Fragrant wisps of rainforest-scented smoke dance sinuously up from the silver censer on your belt.
>
You deeply say, "And I pledge to you on this day that there is no discontent for the years I have travelled your path."
>
You put some twisted black rings etched with Lorminstran symbols on a small carved ironwood altar.
>
You deeply say, "I ask that you once again smile upon me as you did two hundred and ten years ago."
>
You beseech Lorminstra for some divine assistance.
>
You murmur some prayers under your breath.
>
You deeply say, "Please let me know that you are still by my side, yet know there is no disbelief or question in my heart that you are. In my time of need, I must feel stronger inside of myself that is greater than I."
>
The jingling of keys rings through your ears, the ringing of each against another echoing with the cries, happy and sad, of newly released souls. "One key, one soul, one passage through the Ebon Gates," speaks a soft female voice. "Not all who seek will find me, but many who do not search for me will find me all the same." The sound of keys fades off.
>
A trickle of rainforest-scented smoke rises languidly up from the silver censer on your belt.
>
You beseech Lorminstra for some divine assistance.
>
You murmur some prayers under your breath.
>
You remove a silver-bound deep black prayerbook from in your flowing crimson longcoat.
>
You carefully open a silver-bound deep black prayerbook.
>
You turn the page in your deep black prayerbook.
>
You quietly peruse the passages in your deep black prayerbook.
>
>You deeply say, "I only seek to feel blessed by your presence, to indeed promise to you that any and all affiliations with my kin will not impede on my journeys."
>
You turn the page in your deep black prayerbook.
>
You quietly peruse the passages in your deep black prayerbook.
>
Fragrant wisps of rainforest-scented smoke dance sinuously up from the silver censer on your belt.
>
You murmur some prayers under your breath.
>
You feel more refreshed.
>
You deeply ask, "My lady?"
>
[Long pause...]
>
Faint tendrils of incense drift through the air, the rainforest-scented smoke dispersing about the silver censer on your belt.
>
You deeply say, "You know what resides in my heart. You know I am torn between the love of another and the fellowship of my kin."
>
You deeply say, "I've no reason to be dishonest or dance around it."
>
You deeply say, "For years our kind have faced racism and have been deplored by the races of Elanthia, despite us saving the world at the battle of Maelshyve during the Undead War."
>
You deeply say, "I will indeed continue my promise of staying along your path and not stray, but I ask that you understand the upcoming decisions made in my life will not take me away."
>
>You remove some twisted black rings etched with Lorminstran symbols from on a small carved ironwood altar.
>
Fragrant wisps of rainforest-scented smoke dance sinuously up from the silver censer on your belt.
>
>
You deeply say, "Tell me the wisdom you have bestowed upon me in touching your statue is not the only wisdom I will be imparted with today."
>
You deeply say, "And receive."
>
You deeply say, "I must know you approve of the decisions that will henceforth change the life of my brother and my son."
>
You feel more refreshed.
>
A trickle of rainforest-scented smoke rises languidly up from the silver censer on your belt.
>
You deeply say, "You know we are of kind blood, kind deeds, and aiding adventurers through resurrection, magickal abilities, and anything we can do to make Elanthia a more beautiful and accepting place."
>
You deeply say, "Surely you have seen our continued efforts to aid adventurers both young and old, by the power vested from you my One Lady, and that set forth by Lord Voln."
>
You begin to meditate on your lot in life.
>
Your action interrupts your meditation.
>
You deeply say, "Do not abandon me in this time of need, as I never have abandoned you."
>glance statue
You glance at a fine rosewood Lorminstra statue on a small carved ironwood altar.
>glance lorminstra
You glance at a statue of Lorminstra.
>
>close prayerbook
You gently close a silver-bound deep black prayerbook.
>l
[Cleric Guild, Prayer Room]
Alabaster walls inlaid with bands of chalcedony house a host of bronze statues, each beautifully formed to resemble the deities of Liabo. A flower-strewn altar, twin pillar candles each as tall as a halfling flanking it, stands at the center of the room. Silken cushions cover the intricately tiled floor. You also see a small carved ironwood altar with a fine rosewood Lorminstra statue on it.
Obvious exits: southeast, northwest
>
>You put a silver-bound deep black prayerbook in your flowing crimson longcoat.
>swap
You swap your black rings from your left to your right hand.
>put rings on altar
You put some twisted black rings etched with Lorminstran symbols on a small carved ironwood altar.
>
Faint tendrils of incense drift through the air, the rainforest-scented smoke dispersing about the silver censer on your belt.
>
You deeply say, "I will never abandon you, my One Lady."
>
You deeply say, "But understand I will need your guidance in what may be upcoming trials and tribulations ahead."
>
>
You deeply say, "Please give me a sign that I am doing the right thing in the paths I will travel, as I will always continue to aid any race or gender in their times of need."
>
You deeply say, "That is all I ask, even a single snowflake, my Lady."
>
A trickle of rainforest-scented smoke rises languidly up from the silver censer on your belt.
>
>l on al
On the ironwood altar you see some twisted black rings and a fine rosewood Lorminstra statue.
>get rings
You remove some twisted black rings etched with Lorminstran symbols from on a small carved ironwood altar.
>
A soft voice caresses your ear and whispers, "A promise is only a promise. Only your actions can prove your faith."
>
>
>gasp
>You gasp.
>
You deeply say, "My Lady."
>kneel
You kneel down.
>pray
You murmur some prayers under your breath.
>
You grasp a single bead between your forefinger and thumb, focusing your entire mind and spirit on the words of a prayer to Lorminstra.
>
>
A trickle of rainforest-scented smoke rises languidly up from the silver censer on your belt.
>
You deeply say, "Expect that I shall continue my path of righteousness."
>
>
You deeply say, "The day that I fall from your grace, I ask that you smite me down and take my soul through the Ebon Gate."
>
The soft voice continues, "Your path is yours, and you have already chosen. Prove yourself through your deeds."
>fold pray
You clasp your hands in a reverent gesture.
>
You feel more refreshed.
>
A trickle of rainforest-scented smoke rises languidly up from the silver censer on your belt.
>You deeply say, "I will continue to strive - nay, prove - to you and those throughout the lands that my kind are not those who commit deplorable acts, and act in good faith and love to serve others to the best of our abilities and beyond."
>
You deeply say, "Your audience is appreciated deeply after all of these attempts throughout the years."
>
You feel more refreshed.
>
You deeply say, "Thank you for coming to me in my time of need."
>pray
You murmur some prayers under your breath.
>
The air shivers about you, glistening faintly before stilling to normalcy.
>
The temperature drops briefly, but quickly returns to normal.
>
You deeply say, "My One Lady, this is no disrespect by any means, but an adventurer has fallen."
>
You deeply say, "I must go now to continue your work. Certainly you understand."
>
Fragrant wisps of rainforest-scented smoke dance sinuously up from the silver censer on your belt.
>glance down
You glance down.
>fold pray
You clasp your hands in a reverent gesture.
>
You deeply say, "Lest her body be cast to the worms."
>
>
You deeply say, "I will forever remember this day and your words spoken."
>
You deeply say, "I thank you for the blessings you have bestowed upon me today."
>
You stand back up.
>l
[Cleric Guild, Prayer Room]
Alabaster walls inlaid with bands of chalcedony house a host of bronze statues, each beautifully formed to resemble the deities of Liabo. A flower-strewn altar, twin pillar candles each as tall as a halfling flanking it, stands at the center of the room. Silken cushions cover the intricately tiled floor.
Obvious exits: southeast, northwest
>
>
You deeply say, "Please remember that the day I stray from your glory,"
>
You deeply say, "Smite me where I stand."
>
You deeply say, "For this I promise I will continue through my life."
>
>fold pray
You clasp your hands in a reverent gesture.
>
You deeply say, "Thank you, my One Lady, for your audience."
>
Some pale blue-hued tendrils of incense rise up from the small holes in the silver censer on your belt.
>prep 225
You trace a sign while petitioning the spirits to bestow their aid with the Transference spell...
Your spell is ready.
>cast <person>
You gesture into the air.
A silvery fog envelops you. You feel a sudden lurching motion, and as the fog dissipates you see...
If anyone takes the time to read this cleaned up log, I'd appreciate any constructive comments.
###
It's been an incredibly long time since I've received a successful commune. Then again, it is maybe twice a year I attempt it.
My characters are going through a turbulent time in which the two of them are once again deeply embracing their culture, despite the derision given to the Faendryl clan in which they are seeking to join. The twin brothers are seeking to abolish the racism and prejudice against the Faendryl by continuing to aid the lands with their assistance of the major spiritual and the major elementals.
Although the Faendryl they are joining are perhaps not held in the best light by some - everyone always needs a villain like they need a fall guy - my twin brothers are seeking to continue what they do to continue to abolish the racism/prejudice/hate against the clan to which they were invited and their race.
My cleric is often hot-headed and makes rash decisions, or sometimes does not think them through all the way. He's the eldest twin (few minutes), and his younger brother tends to blindly follow but has recently 'grown a pair' to make decisions for himself.
This was not an easy choice RP-wise on many levels, and some other personal reasons, but it was one that had to be done. IMO, you can really only roleplay with a select few people before it starts to lose its magic.
I figured my inability to make a decision on the spot to this new clan was a good opportunity to commune.
###
If anyone is new to prayer of communion or has unsuccessfully made a link, preparing yourself for the task is important.
Wearing the proper attire to your patron deity and showing respect in his or her image is a good first step:
You are wearing some alternating black dreamstone and banded onyx prayerbeads each etched with a tiny golden key, some ceremonial white vestments embroidered with golden keys about the shoulders, a web-shot flowing crimson longcoat, a delicate white silk sash entwined with a multitude of golden and silver cords, an enruned silver censer, and some neat silk boots.
I'd have loved to kill the longcoat but I needed a container for the following:
- some twisted black rings etched with Lorminstran symbols
- an enruned silver chalice
- a small carved ironwood altar
- a fine rosewood Lorminstra statue
- prayerbeads (above)
- a silver-bound deep black prayerbook
Below is a copy/paste log if anyone's interested.
###
>open cen
You flip open the lid on your silver censer.
>
>light cen
You light the rainforest incense inside your silver censer, causing some pale blue trickles of fragrant smoke to rise up languidly from within.
>
Some pale blue puffs of fragrant rainforest-scented smoke drift upward and about the silver censer on your belt.
>
You close the lid on your silver censer.
>incant prayer of communion
You raise your hand while murmuring a soft orison, focusing on the Prayer of Communion spell...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture.
Your soul reaches out, and you channel your energies into opening up a link between yourself and Lorminstra.
You fall into a deep trancelike state while muttering a quiet prayer in the hope that Lorminstra will hear. After a few silent moments, you calmly open your eyes.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>
You grasp a single bead between your forefinger and thumb, focusing your entire mind and spirit on the words of a prayer to Lorminstra.
>
You prayerfully rub your fingers across your banded onyx prayerbeads.
>put statue on altar
You put a fine rosewood Lorminstra statue on a small carved ironwood altar.
>
You rub the black rings in your hand.
>i
You are holding some twisted black rings etched with Lorminstran symbols in your right hand.
You are wearing some alternating black dreamstone and banded onyx prayerbeads each etched with a tiny golden key, some ceremonial white vestments embroidered with golden keys about the shoulders, a web-shot flowing crimson longcoat, a delicate white silk sash entwined with a multitude of golden and silver cords, an enruned silver censer, and some neat silk boots.
>
You deeply say, "My One Lady, Lorminstra. I come to you today to seek your guidance."
>
You deeply say, "I have come to a crossroads in my journey to follow your path and that of our Lord Voln, to dispatch the undead that have plagued our world."
>
You murmur some prayers under your breath.
>
Fragrant wisps of rainforest-scented smoke dance sinuously up from the silver censer on your belt.
>
You remove an enruned silver chalice from in your flowing crimson longcoat.
>
You take a drink from your silver chalice. If it were possible to get past the shockingly bitter taste, there might be something to appreciate in the complex blend of flavors.
You have 5 quaffs left.
>
You put an enruned silver chalice in your flowing crimson longcoat.
>
You deeply say, "I come not to you with discontent or to ask for you to make my choice for me."
>
You deeply say, "I ask for you, my One Lady, for the blessings in the road ahead of me, to stay true along your path and along the path of our Lord Voln."
>
You prayerfully rub your fingers across your banded onyx prayerbeads.
>
You murmur some prayers under your breath.
>touch lorminstra
You reach out and touch the statue of Lorminstra.
A warm feeling washes over you, as if Lorminstra smiled upon you.
>
You deeply say, "I ask that you give me your blessing to continue along the newfound road ahead."
>
Fragrant wisps of rainforest-scented smoke dance sinuously up from the silver censer on your belt.
>
You deeply say, "And I pledge to you on this day that there is no discontent for the years I have travelled your path."
>
You put some twisted black rings etched with Lorminstran symbols on a small carved ironwood altar.
>
You deeply say, "I ask that you once again smile upon me as you did two hundred and ten years ago."
>
You beseech Lorminstra for some divine assistance.
>
You murmur some prayers under your breath.
>
You deeply say, "Please let me know that you are still by my side, yet know there is no disbelief or question in my heart that you are. In my time of need, I must feel stronger inside of myself that is greater than I."
>
The jingling of keys rings through your ears, the ringing of each against another echoing with the cries, happy and sad, of newly released souls. "One key, one soul, one passage through the Ebon Gates," speaks a soft female voice. "Not all who seek will find me, but many who do not search for me will find me all the same." The sound of keys fades off.
>
A trickle of rainforest-scented smoke rises languidly up from the silver censer on your belt.
>
You beseech Lorminstra for some divine assistance.
>
You murmur some prayers under your breath.
>
You remove a silver-bound deep black prayerbook from in your flowing crimson longcoat.
>
You carefully open a silver-bound deep black prayerbook.
>
You turn the page in your deep black prayerbook.
>
You quietly peruse the passages in your deep black prayerbook.
>
>You deeply say, "I only seek to feel blessed by your presence, to indeed promise to you that any and all affiliations with my kin will not impede on my journeys."
>
You turn the page in your deep black prayerbook.
>
You quietly peruse the passages in your deep black prayerbook.
>
Fragrant wisps of rainforest-scented smoke dance sinuously up from the silver censer on your belt.
>
You murmur some prayers under your breath.
>
You feel more refreshed.
>
You deeply ask, "My lady?"
>
[Long pause...]
>
Faint tendrils of incense drift through the air, the rainforest-scented smoke dispersing about the silver censer on your belt.
>
You deeply say, "You know what resides in my heart. You know I am torn between the love of another and the fellowship of my kin."
>
You deeply say, "I've no reason to be dishonest or dance around it."
>
You deeply say, "For years our kind have faced racism and have been deplored by the races of Elanthia, despite us saving the world at the battle of Maelshyve during the Undead War."
>
You deeply say, "I will indeed continue my promise of staying along your path and not stray, but I ask that you understand the upcoming decisions made in my life will not take me away."
>
>You remove some twisted black rings etched with Lorminstran symbols from on a small carved ironwood altar.
>
Fragrant wisps of rainforest-scented smoke dance sinuously up from the silver censer on your belt.
>
>
You deeply say, "Tell me the wisdom you have bestowed upon me in touching your statue is not the only wisdom I will be imparted with today."
>
You deeply say, "And receive."
>
You deeply say, "I must know you approve of the decisions that will henceforth change the life of my brother and my son."
>
You feel more refreshed.
>
A trickle of rainforest-scented smoke rises languidly up from the silver censer on your belt.
>
You deeply say, "You know we are of kind blood, kind deeds, and aiding adventurers through resurrection, magickal abilities, and anything we can do to make Elanthia a more beautiful and accepting place."
>
You deeply say, "Surely you have seen our continued efforts to aid adventurers both young and old, by the power vested from you my One Lady, and that set forth by Lord Voln."
>
You begin to meditate on your lot in life.
>
Your action interrupts your meditation.
>
You deeply say, "Do not abandon me in this time of need, as I never have abandoned you."
>glance statue
You glance at a fine rosewood Lorminstra statue on a small carved ironwood altar.
>glance lorminstra
You glance at a statue of Lorminstra.
>
>close prayerbook
You gently close a silver-bound deep black prayerbook.
>l
[Cleric Guild, Prayer Room]
Alabaster walls inlaid with bands of chalcedony house a host of bronze statues, each beautifully formed to resemble the deities of Liabo. A flower-strewn altar, twin pillar candles each as tall as a halfling flanking it, stands at the center of the room. Silken cushions cover the intricately tiled floor. You also see a small carved ironwood altar with a fine rosewood Lorminstra statue on it.
Obvious exits: southeast, northwest
>
>You put a silver-bound deep black prayerbook in your flowing crimson longcoat.
>swap
You swap your black rings from your left to your right hand.
>put rings on altar
You put some twisted black rings etched with Lorminstran symbols on a small carved ironwood altar.
>
Faint tendrils of incense drift through the air, the rainforest-scented smoke dispersing about the silver censer on your belt.
>
You deeply say, "I will never abandon you, my One Lady."
>
You deeply say, "But understand I will need your guidance in what may be upcoming trials and tribulations ahead."
>
>
You deeply say, "Please give me a sign that I am doing the right thing in the paths I will travel, as I will always continue to aid any race or gender in their times of need."
>
You deeply say, "That is all I ask, even a single snowflake, my Lady."
>
A trickle of rainforest-scented smoke rises languidly up from the silver censer on your belt.
>
>l on al
On the ironwood altar you see some twisted black rings and a fine rosewood Lorminstra statue.
>get rings
You remove some twisted black rings etched with Lorminstran symbols from on a small carved ironwood altar.
>
A soft voice caresses your ear and whispers, "A promise is only a promise. Only your actions can prove your faith."
>
>
>gasp
>You gasp.
>
You deeply say, "My Lady."
>kneel
You kneel down.
>pray
You murmur some prayers under your breath.
>
You grasp a single bead between your forefinger and thumb, focusing your entire mind and spirit on the words of a prayer to Lorminstra.
>
>
A trickle of rainforest-scented smoke rises languidly up from the silver censer on your belt.
>
You deeply say, "Expect that I shall continue my path of righteousness."
>
>
You deeply say, "The day that I fall from your grace, I ask that you smite me down and take my soul through the Ebon Gate."
>
The soft voice continues, "Your path is yours, and you have already chosen. Prove yourself through your deeds."
>fold pray
You clasp your hands in a reverent gesture.
>
You feel more refreshed.
>
A trickle of rainforest-scented smoke rises languidly up from the silver censer on your belt.
>You deeply say, "I will continue to strive - nay, prove - to you and those throughout the lands that my kind are not those who commit deplorable acts, and act in good faith and love to serve others to the best of our abilities and beyond."
>
You deeply say, "Your audience is appreciated deeply after all of these attempts throughout the years."
>
You feel more refreshed.
>
You deeply say, "Thank you for coming to me in my time of need."
>pray
You murmur some prayers under your breath.
>
The air shivers about you, glistening faintly before stilling to normalcy.
>
The temperature drops briefly, but quickly returns to normal.
>
You deeply say, "My One Lady, this is no disrespect by any means, but an adventurer has fallen."
>
You deeply say, "I must go now to continue your work. Certainly you understand."
>
Fragrant wisps of rainforest-scented smoke dance sinuously up from the silver censer on your belt.
>glance down
You glance down.
>fold pray
You clasp your hands in a reverent gesture.
>
You deeply say, "Lest her body be cast to the worms."
>
>
You deeply say, "I will forever remember this day and your words spoken."
>
You deeply say, "I thank you for the blessings you have bestowed upon me today."
>
You stand back up.
>l
[Cleric Guild, Prayer Room]
Alabaster walls inlaid with bands of chalcedony house a host of bronze statues, each beautifully formed to resemble the deities of Liabo. A flower-strewn altar, twin pillar candles each as tall as a halfling flanking it, stands at the center of the room. Silken cushions cover the intricately tiled floor.
Obvious exits: southeast, northwest
>
>
You deeply say, "Please remember that the day I stray from your glory,"
>
You deeply say, "Smite me where I stand."
>
You deeply say, "For this I promise I will continue through my life."
>
>fold pray
You clasp your hands in a reverent gesture.
>
You deeply say, "Thank you, my One Lady, for your audience."
>
Some pale blue-hued tendrils of incense rise up from the small holes in the silver censer on your belt.
>prep 225
You trace a sign while petitioning the spirits to bestow their aid with the Transference spell...
Your spell is ready.
>cast <person>
You gesture into the air.
A silvery fog envelops you. You feel a sudden lurching motion, and as the fog dissipates you see...