GoingGone
02-18-2013, 01:53 AM
[Temple, Altar]
The altar is plain, and bears only onyx bowls of smouldering incense and smoking paraffin. Draped behind it is a cloth banner, appliqued with an ancient mystical pattern. A legend is embroidered along the bottom. On the far side of the room at the end of an aisle, you see two pillars. You also see the Jani disk, the Talryssa disk, the Gimble disk, a grieving badland spirit that is flying around, a large ebon silk Liabo banner draped from a tall lacquered white oak pole, a dusky pure silver lynx, a restive spring spirit that is flying around, the Shilarra disk, the Maxxeen disk and an anxious forest spirit that is flying around.
Also here: Jani, Master Drud, Talryssa, Gimble, Lady Isola, Philnia, Shilarra, High Lady Saska, Beinion, Lady Rhyssa, Journeywoman Maxxeen, Lord Evandre, Lady Brynne, Nilandia
Obvious exits: out
You recite:
"If everyone would please gather around, and kneel if you might offer prayer."
You say, "For too long we have been worn down, in body and spirit, by those who would pervert the natural order. The order dictated by Koar, who Imaera breathes life into, and who Lorminstra and Voln perpetually seek to preserve."
You say, "We persist, and we perservere, but we are not without our losses."
You say, "And we must remember, that though they are silent, they watch us. They protect us on a scale that scarcely seems comprehensible. Our very souls. We might fall, but it is through their grace that we are able to return."
You say, "To fight. To rally to one another."
You say, "We are here to remind each other that their messages need not be told by their lips, for those who believe are their messengers. They instill in US the faith of their messages."
You say, "I will not let that faith be misplaced. I know that none of you here would either."
Saska says, "We remember. We know ye are are with us as we are breathing tae thank ye and ask ye guidance this night."
You say, "But we need to gain the upper hand. We need guidance, and we need aid, and we cannot be fearful of communicating to them our failings, because I feel as if I have done just that."
You say, "And for too long it kept me silent to her. As she felt silent to me, I was silent to her."
You say, "Shame took my voice. FEAR."
You say, "Fear took my voice."
>look
[Temple, Altar]
The altar is plain, and bears only onyx bowls of smouldering incense and smoking paraffin. Draped behind it is a cloth banner, appliqued with an ancient mystical pattern. A legend is embroidered along the bottom. On the far side of the room at the end of an aisle, you see two pillars. You also see the Jani disk, the Talryssa disk, the Gimble disk, a grieving badland spirit that is flying around, a large ebon silk Liabo banner draped from a tall lacquered white oak pole, a dusky pure silver lynx that is sitting, a restive spring spirit that is flying around, the Shilarra disk, the Maxxeen disk and an anxious forest
spirit that is flying around.
Also here: Jani who is kneeling, Master Drud who is kneeling, Talryssa who is kneeling, Gimble who is kneeling, Lady Isola who is kneeling, Philnia who is kneeling, Shilarra who is kneeling, High Lady Saska who is kneeling, Beinion who is kneeling, Lady Rhyssa who is kneeling, Journeywoman Maxxeen who is kneeling, Lord Evandre, Lady Brynne who is kneeling, Nilandia who is kneeling
Obvious exits: out
You recite:
"Lady of Winter, Keeper of the Keys,
Grant your blessing to those who would maintain the balance.
Those who would ensure all souls meet their rightful place in your embrace,
And may pass peacefully in death or be returned to life."
You kneel down.
You remove a gold-framed ebonwood ritual coffer from in your eonake tome case.
You reverently lay your hand upon the ebonwood ritual coffer and feel the hair on your arm bristle with energy. The sound of keys rises around you and before you is the image of a black gate, which fades when you remove your hand.
You recite:
"Lady Lorminstra, Keeper of the Ebon Gate,
Lord Voln, Destroyer of the Undead.
We pray for the souls which Luukos would claim from you,
We pray for the souls which Sheru would bind in fear.
We pray that Ronan's realm remain clean of their efforts and a peaceful refuge,
And that the balance of souls remain protected in your combined care."
[Temple, Altar]
The altar is plain, and bears only onyx bowls of smouldering incense and smoking paraffin. Draped behind it is a cloth banner, appliqued with an ancient mystical pattern. A legend is embroidered along the bottom. On the far side of the room at the end of an aisle, you see two pillars. You also see the Jani disk, the Talryssa disk, the Gimble disk, a grieving badland spirit that is flying around, a large ebon silk Liabo banner draped from a tall lacquered white oak pole, a dusky pure silver lynx that is sitting, a restive spring spirit that is flying around, the Shilarra disk, the Maxxeen disk and an anxious forest spirit that is flying around.
Also here: Lord Tyrillian, Jani who is kneeling, Master Drud who is kneeling, Talryssa who is kneeling, Gimble who is kneeling, Lady Isola who is kneeling, Philnia who is kneeling, Shilarra who is kneeling, High Lady Saska who is kneeling, Beinion who is kneeling, Lady Rhyssa who is kneeling, Journeywoman Maxxeen who is kneeling, Lord Evandre, Lady Brynne who is kneeling, Nilandia who is kneeling
Obvious exits: out
Nilandia reverently intones, "Teacher and Queen of Enlightenment, grant Your grace to those who seek Your blessing and wisdom. Too long we have labored in silence and darkness. Let Your light illuminate the path that we are to take, that we may guide others to safety."
Speaking to a plain altar, you pray, "But we require guidance.. we require aid. We faithfully stay the course that MUST be tread, but we struggle more often than we should. I.. struggle, My Lady, more often than I should."
You gingerly lift your onyx shield idol out of a small depression in the quilted golden velvet that occupies the left side of your ebonwood ritual coffer.
You place your idol upong the ground, and as you do, the sky briefly darkens and the stars glimmer brightly. The air takes on a chill, and flickering white flames dance along your fingertips as you draw your hand away from the idol... disappearing one by one in a whisper of light.
You begin to chant a solemn prayer, which fills the area like the cadence of a battle hymn. As the chant finishes, you feel a crisp wintry chill sweep through the area.
You say, "Please, everyone.. pray. Pray for the aid we require. The guidance.."
You say, "I cannot do this alone. None of us can. Together we are strong."
Eyes closed, you reach out and reverently touch your fingertips to the symbol of Voln. A great swell of power builds within your chest, your thoughts focused upon a great bonfire surrounded by soldiers. As the crackling orange flames turn a ghostly white, you feel the power and determination of Voln swelling within your chest. His will must be done. A cleansing fire must sweep through the ranks of undeath that oppose you! As quickly as the feeling has built, it departs.
Myke quietly whispers to the altar in an open and genuine plead, "Please, my Lady. Please.. help us. Give us some sort of sign.."
Saska quietly says, "Thank ye for the strength tae stand and walk tae this place. Gathering together for thanks and guidance."
(Drud bows his head reverantly his parrot dances across the back of his neck to his other shoulder and squaks "Charl will drown us all, he'll drowghhmf" but is cut short as Drud pinches his beak blushing from embarrasment.)
[Temple, Altar]
The altar is plain, and bears only onyx bowls of smouldering incense and smoking paraffin. Draped behind it is a cloth banner, appliqued with an ancient mystical pattern. A legend is embroidered along the bottom. On the far side of the room at the end of an aisle, you see two pillars. You also see the Jani disk, a white onyx shield idol, the Talryssa disk, the Gimble disk, a grieving badland spirit that is flying around, a large ebon silk Liabo banner draped from a tall lacquered white oak pole, a dusky pure silver lynx that is sitting, a restive spring spirit that is flying around, the Shilarra disk and an anxious forest spirit that is flying around. Also here: Jani, Leith, Seeress Ephelysse, Lord Tyrillian who is kneeling, Master Drud who is kneeling, Talryssa who is kneeling, Gimble who is kneeling, Lady Isola who is kneeling, Philnia who is kneeling, Shilarra who is kneeling, High Lady Saska who is kneeling, Beinion who is kneeling, Lady Rhyssa who is kneeling, Lord Evandre who is kneeling, Lady Brynne who is kneeling, Nilandia who is kneeling
Obvious exits: out
Speaking to a plain altar, you say, "Lady of Winter, Guardian of all souls..."
Speaking to a plain altar, you beg, "Please, my Lady. Please.. We need.. help. We labor tirelessly for the safety of all the souls that would be corrupted from the natural order."
A pale silence falls over the temple for a moment.
The ethereal form of a thin woman wavers in and out from behind the altar.
The womanly form is quickly shifted into that of a large man, wearing a golden crown.
A voice booms, "Why is it we are summoned to this place?"
Saska softly says, "We ask ye guidance in fighting the Lornon."
The voice annoyingly shouts, "We do not fight your wars."
You say, "Sh-Sheru. Sheru acts.. in opposition of the decree. He acts against his fellow Arkati, and he acts to exert *his* will over the lands."
Shilarra says, "No you do not Master Koar, yet we ask for your aid."
You say, "This is a war we fight.. in your names. In all our names."
The voice continues, "Do you think I have time for such drivel?"
You exclaim, "Yes!"
Shilarra says, "We fight for you always we release souls of the undead."
Saska says, "We think ye are who we draw strength tae fight in ye names."
Saska says, "In our souls."
Saska places a hand over her heart.
Beinion recites:
"M'lord, I beseech you to guide us"
The voice shouts, "Your champion who summoned me cannot even speak! Begone from this sacred temple!"
You say, "We toil and we die in your names, and we spread your word, and we protect your decrees. Beneath this crimson glow, we wither and perish."
(Myke stomps his foot, finding some semblance of resolve.)
Saska says, "Nae. We stand."
Beinion recites:
"Grant us your blessings"
Beinion hangs his head.
Jani softly says, "Blessings cannot be demanded."
The form of the man fades, and it is replaced by the thin woman.
Shilarra says, "Aye we do not wither, we may perish at times but with your touch we return.... as we do with the touch that holds all our souls and priests that call forth their patrons."
You say, "My Lady, I *beg* with all I can offer and for all my soul is worth even when I pass from this mortal realm, for aid."
Tendrils of black shadows make up the woman's hair, as her form wavers in the dim light behind the altar.
A light voice murmurs, "You cannot call Him and make him wait. For he rarely answers. You have disrespected him in my temple."
Shilarra says, "My Lady."
Nilandia quietly prays, "Your mercy on us, we ask."
Jani closes her eyes for a moment.
Saska softly says, "Surely ye must know we were overawed. Twas greatest respect that kept our words."
You say, "We have not made him to wait, my Lady, we came to offer prayer. We came to seek guidance."
Shilarra respectfully says, "We ask for your blessings and to give us aid is all from all of you."
You say, "We were simply awestruck that he, of all to answer, came before us."
You say, "My Lady.. please, in your infinite mercy, understand."
Beinion recites:
"Forgive me m'lord, for i am weakened by the ordeal"
A calm, soothing light fills the room, as the figure fades from view.
Jani recites softly:
"My Lady Lumnis, intercede for us if you please.
We only wish to do the bidding of you all,
But we need to know what it is you would have us do.
Grant us wisdom and the knowledge we need
To battle this massive foe for your glory."
Talryssa says, "There is something that Lord Kai has taught me... and that is the strength is always there, whether it is given to us by another source, or from our own depths. If the Lords and Ladies of Liabo will not grant us their blessings, then we will find our own strength. We do not falter, we do not bend knee."
Beinion recites:
"Thank you m'lord"
The soothing light is replaced with a crimson glow.
Brynne murmurs, "This is not right. Not here."
A noise, similar to that of nails scratching a chalkboard, echoes throughout the temple, followed by laughter.
You quietly say, "No, not here.. I will not allow it."
Tyrillian says, "The temple is corrupted."
Drud says, "I won't kneel before this."
Shilarra yells, "Begone evil, do not desicrate this temple!"
Speaking to Tyrillian, you say, "Say no such thing."
You roar, "I will not allow this."
You clench the ball of white fire in your hand and watch as the niveous flames blaze through your closed fist.
Saska says, "Lorminstra's temple. Always."
Saska nods firmly.
The exit is sealed off.
Nilandia quietly murmurs, "Lords and Ladies of the Pale Moon, allow our faith to remain strong against trials and assaults."
You say, "The Temple of my Lady cannot, and WILL not be desecrated. She will NOT allow it."
[Temple, Altar]
The altar is plain, and bears only onyx bowls of smouldering incense and smoking paraffin. Draped behind it is a cloth banner, appliqued with an ancient mystical pattern. A legend is embroidered along the bottom. On the far side of the room at the end of an aisle, you see two pillars. You also see the Jani disk, the Talryssa disk, the Gimble disk, a large ebon silk Liabo banner draped from a tall lacquered white oak pole, a dusky pure silver lynx that is sitting, a restive spring spirit that is flying around, the Shilarra disk and an anxious forest spirit that is flying around.
Also here: Fjalar, Jani, Leith, Lord Tyrillian, Master Drud, Talryssa, Gimble, Lady Isola, Philnia, Shilarra, High Lady Saska,
Beinion, Lady Rhyssa, Lord Evandre who is kneeling, Lady Brynne, Nilandia
Obvious exits: none
You raise the flaming white sphere above your head for all to see!
The floor itself begins to sunder, knocking everyone down.
You lose your footing and fall down.
Roundtime: 15 sec.
The walls begin dripping with blood.
You belt out, "Lorminstra! Aid your faithful now!"
Speaking quietly to you, Nilandia suggests, "Perhaps to strengthen the consecration of the sanctuary."
You belt out, "Do not allow this perversion of your temple, my lady!"
Rhyssa quietly murmurs, "Oh great Oleani..."
Brynne prays, "No...no, no...."
Speaking to Nilandia, you say, "It has worked thus far.."
You remove a white glaes vial set with an onyx shield from in your eonake tome case.
You sprinkle some oil from your vial all around you, annointing the ground in the name of Voln.
From behind the altar, the thin woman appears and sneers, "You shall not disgrace my place. I shall send these people away!"
A low rumble echoes through the room making your hair stand on end. A single point of light flickers to life in the center of the room moments before erupting into a massive swirling vortex!
Everyone is sucked into the vortex!
The vortex pulls at you intensely as you lose control and are sucked directly into its depths!
Time and space blur before your eyes, stretching and warping until...
[Temporal Rift]
Time and space seem to swirl around you. You catch brief glimpses of events both past and future. Beyond these strange and confusing visions extends a vast, ever-changing field of stars, pinpoints of light against unfathomable utter blackness. It is very cold here.
Also here: Nilandia, Lady Brynne, Lord Evandre, Lady Rhyssa, Beinion, High Lady Saska, Shilarra, Philnia, Lady Isola, Gimble,
Talryssa, Master Drud, Lord Tyrillian, Leith, Jani, Fjalar
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest, up, down
(After escaping and returning to the Altar..)
[Temple, Altar]
The altar is plain, and bears only onyx bowls of smouldering incense and smoking paraffin. Draped behind it is a cloth banner, appliqued with an ancient mystical pattern. A legend is embroidered along the bottom. On the far side of the room at the end of an aisle, you see two pillars. You also see an anxious forest spirit that is flying around and a dusky pure silver lynx that is sitting.
Also here: Philnia, Nilandia, Seeress Ephelysse
Obvious exits: out
You say, "I've done nothing but risk the sanctity of her altar."
Nilandia quietly says, "We've learned from this."
Nilandia quietly says, "And we must put it to good use."
Nilandia quietly says, "The Judge has said the Patrons do not fight our wars."
You say, "This is their war."
You say, "He needs to understand that."
Speaking to Nilandia, Ephelysse says, "Sound words."
You say, "Sheru acts in defiance of him."
Speaking quietly to you, Nilandia says, "The Judge is wise beyond our conception."
Nilandia quietly says, "This is in our hands, now."
You say, "But, she did come.."
Nilandia quietly says, "We must not be so foolish as to think we can force them to act as we wish."
You say, "Each time I have called to her, she has come.. that is someting, I suppose."
Speaking to Philnia, you say, "We got our answers, they just weren't what I had hoped for."
Nilandia quietly says, "We realized when we destroyed their altar that we could affect change."
Nilandia quietly says, "The Patrons have left it to us."
Nilandia quietly says, "Let us live to honor Them, but let us look to ourselves to see this to its end."
You say, "We still have.. so many answers to find."
Nilandia quietly says, "We are not helpless in searching for answers."
Nilandia quietly says, "I won't deny I had hoped we might find an answer tonight. It would have made things easier."
Nilandia quietly says, "But, it wasn't meant for us."
Speaking to a plain altar, you ask, "Three times now, I have called to you. Three times you have been there when needed. Have I been wrong in my thinking?"
Something writhes around the ground and wraps around your leg, dragging you outside. Your vision is masked and you find yourself outside the Landing.
You feel yourself being pulled away...
[Wehnimer's, Outside Gate]
Citizens, merchants and assorted dregs of society jostle against you before the great wooden gates of Wehnimer's Landing. Harried guards and militiamen try to keep the chaos to a minimum, but it is hard to keep track of those entering, let alone leaving, this large trading post. A dirt path encircling the wooden palisade of the town leads east and southwest. Nailed prominently to the wooden wall beside the gate is a sign you really should read. You also see a Wayside Inn.
Obvious paths: north, east, southwest, northwest
(Locates and arrivals occur)
[Wehnimer's, Outside Gate]
Citizens, merchants and assorted dregs of society jostle against you before the great wooden gates of Wehnimer's Landing. Harried guards and militiamen try to keep the chaos to a minimum, but it is hard to keep track of those entering, let alone leaving, this large trading post. A dirt path encircling the wooden palisade of the town leads east and southwest. Nailed prominently to the wooden wall beside the gate is a sign you really should read. You also see an anxious forest spirit that is flying around and a Wayside Inn.
Also here: Lady Brynne, Nilandia
Obvious paths: north, east, southwest, northwest
Nilandia quietly asks, "Are you alright?"
You say, "I felt something grab my leg, and my vision was masked.."
Brynne frowns.
You ask, "What happened?"
You don't seem to be able to move your legs to do that.
Nilandia quietly says, "You're not harmed as yet."
You say, "I cannot move my legs.."
Brynne stands in front of you.
Nilandia quietly asks, "Shadows pulled you off, Myke. Can you call light to burn the shadows away?"
You say, "Something.. has me."
Speaking to you, Brynne says, "I will not allow you to be made into a sacrifice."
You roar, "Release me, now!"
[Wehnimer's, Outside Gate]
Citizens, merchants and assorted dregs of society jostle against you before the great wooden gates of Wehnimer's Landing. Harried guards and militiamen try to keep the chaos to a minimum, but it is hard to keep track of those entering, let alone leaving, this large trading post. A dirt path encircling the wooden palisade of the town leads east and southwest. Nailed prominently to the wooden wall beside the gate is a sign you really should read. You also see the Shilarra disk, the Vorks
disk, an anxious forest spirit that is flying around and a Wayside Inn.
Also here: Lady Rhyssa, Shilarra, Beinion, Narae, Lady Isola, Vorks, Philnia, Fjalar, Lady Brynne, Nilandia
Obvious paths: north, east, southwest, northwest
A tendril of black mist coalesces to form a whip, and it quickly wraps around your neck and sends you into the air. Several more tendrils wrap around your limbs, holding you in place in the night sky. From out of the darkness an ethereal dagger appears and drives into your chest, piercing your heart, and causing the blood to pool on the ground in the white snow.
... 27 points of damage!
Awesome shot shatters ribs and punctures lung!
You are stunned for 8 rounds!
You belt out, "You will not cause me to fear!"
You belt out, "My soul is hers, and I am protected!"
The ethereal dagger continues to plundge into your chest, becoming the living symbol of Mularos.
... 26 points of damage!
Beautiful shot pierces both of your lungs! Your last gasp is unproductive and brief.
It seems you have died, my friend. Although you cannot do anything, you are keenly aware of what is going on around you...
You mentally give a sigh of relief as you remember that the Goddess Lorminstra owes you a favor.
...departing in 13 mins...
A malevolent vertiginous nightmare comes running in!
A malevolent vertiginous nightmare points a clawed finger at Narae!
Narae looks less calm and refreshed than a moment ago.
CS: +473 - TD: +177 + CvA: +12 + d100: +25 - -5 == +338
Warding failed!
A thread of swirling gray magic issues forth from the vertiginous nightmare toward Narae. It coils itself around her, whirling malevolently before disappearing within her body.
Narae shivers weakly and looks very uncomfortable!
(Nightmare is fought, Myke gets raised, etc)
[Wehnimer's, Outside Gate]
Citizens, merchants and assorted dregs of society jostle against you before the great wooden gates of Wehnimer's Landing. Harried guards and militiamen try to keep the chaos to a minimum, but it is hard to keep track of those entering, let alone leaving, this large trading post. A dirt path encircling the wooden palisade of the town leads east and southwest. Nailed prominently to the wooden wall beside the gate is a sign you really should read. You also see a jocular forest spirit that is flying around, a dusty pale white snood, the Rhyssa disk, the Shilarra disk, an anxious forest spirit that is flying around and a Wayside Inn.
Also here: Lady Isola, Lady Brynne, Philnia, Lady Rhyssa, Shilarra, Fjalar, Nilandia
Obvious paths: north, east, southwest, northwest
Nilandia quietly says, "The Painlord's Champion, I would assume."
Speaking to Nilandia, Fjalar says, "Thank you."
You say, "What happened to me? I was jerked about, hoisted into the air by my throat, and the pain.."
You say, "The pain in my chest."
Speaking quietly to you, Nilandia says, "A dagger in your chest, carving the Painlord's symbol."
Speaking to you, Brynne says, "Your heart was pierced. I felt it in my soul..."
Nilandia quietly says, "Tendrils of shadow dragged you from the altar."
Nilandia quietly says, "They raised you into the sky, and the dagger plunged into your chest."
Nilandia quietly says, "Made an example of."
Nilandia quietly says, "We went back, and I got the sense that the altar was at peace once more. Apparently something is still able to influence the area."
Nilandia quietly says, "The dagger in the heart is the Painlord's symbol."
Saska says, "Holding he in the air..and carving he for Mularos."
Nilandia quietly says, "Often on a field of white."
Rhyssa glances at a rolton.
Rhyssa murmurs under her breath, uttering only harsh, guttural sounds...
Rhyssa gestures at a rolton.
A void rips open in the area, directly above a rolton!
Rather abrupt decompression causes a rolton to explode!
Billions and billions of tiny rolton bits shower everything.
Quite severely dead.
Everything in the room seemed to stay in place. The void disappears without further incident.
You say, "I see and feel no physical wound, but this cold ache.."
Speaking surreptitiously to Rhyssa, Nilandia says, "I think you got it."
Speaking to you, Rhyssa says, "You're all scarred..."
You say, "I'm always all scarred."
You chuckle at Rhyssa.
Speaking to you, Rhyssa says, "No no... new scars."
You ask, "I, what?"
Speaking to you, Brynne says, "She's right."
Rhyssa offers you an opalescent vaalin filigree mirror. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer
will expire in 30 seconds.
You look at yourself carefully in the vaalin filigree mirror...
You see Lord Myke Naii'Mos the Templar.
He appears to be a Giantman.
He is colossal and appears to be advanced in years. He has turbulent, shadowed blue eyes and sun-bronzed skin. He has short,
forward-raked ebon hair gradually bleeding in hue to a ghostly, unnatural white. He has an angular, unshaven face and a faint
clouding that pales the color of one eye. His strong classical features lend his visage a proud knightly bearing, albeit one
made rugged by scattered lines of faint scarring. Heavy scarring in the shape of a dagger piercing his flesh mars his
collarbone.
You stare at your vaalin filigree mirror.
(Myke quickly lifts a hand to the scar, covering it.)
Nilandia quietly says, "It seems you've been left with a reminder."
Speaking to you, Rhyssa asks, "How do you feel? Any different?"
You weakly say, "Just a bit of shock, it will pass, I'm sure."
You clear your throat.
You say, "I am fine..."
Speaking to you, Rhyssa says, "Just breathe."
(Myke glances down with a nervous twinge to his eyebrows for only the briefest of moments before he scowls to conceal it.)
Speaking to you, Brynne says, "I am here, love, if you need."
Speaking quietly to you, Nilandia says, "You've just had a dagger plunged in your chest. I think you can be forgiven for not being fine."
Speaking to Nilandia, you say, "A dagger is all? I've had worse."
(Myke chuckles uncomfortably.)
You say, "When they use spectral claidhmores, I'll rest.."
The scar on your collarbone flashes a deep crimson.
Speaking to you, Rhyssa says, "You're... uh..."
You furrow up your face and wince.
>profile myke
PERSONAL INFORMATION
Name: Lord Myke Naii'Mos
Profession: Paladin
Title: Templar
Race: Giantman Gender: Male
He is colossal and appears to be advanced in years.
He has turbulent, shadowed blue eyes and sun-bronzed skin.
He has short, forward-raked ebon hair gradually bleeding in hue to a ghostly, unnatural white.
He has an angular, unshaven face and a faint clouding that pales the color of one eye.
His strong classical features lend his visage a proud knightly bearing, albeit one made rugged by scattered lines of faint scarring. Heavy scarring in the shape of a dagger piercing his flesh mars his collarbone. The scarring is a deep crimson.
(Myke lifts his hand to the scar, clutching at it.)
Nilandia walks towards you.
Nilandia kneels down.
Speaking quietly to you, Nilandia says, "Hold still."
Nilandia grabs a green-tinged slender amber vial from a small pocket inside her winter-weight mantle.
(Nilandia tips her vial to one side, moistening one fingertip with the holy oil contained within. She then applies the oil gently to the scarring on your collarbone.)
Nilandia quietly murmurs, "Mistress of Healing and Life, may this reminder of trauma not plague one who serves so steadfastly."
Where the ointment was applied, your skin burns!
... 1 point of damage!
Splash to chest runs off before it does worse than blister the skin.
Rhyssa says, "Um... perhaps that's not the best idea..."
Speaking to you, Shilarra asks, "Perhaps you are undead now?"
Nilandia quietly says, "It's beyond a simple remedy. That much is clear."
Fjalar says, "Ethereal weapons and holy water cause him harm."
Speaking to you, Brynne says, "Perhaps with time it will fade."
Rhyssa says, "He looks alive to me."
(Myke tilts his head down, as if speaking to the scar. In an almost hushed growl he seems to address it, "Now I want you to listen as hard as you bleeding well can, Mularos, or whatever pathetic vessel of his acts on his behalf.. This means nothing. Nothing. You have no true power over me, and you are nothing more than one in a vast array of scars, all which symbolize MY triumphs and perserverance. That is all you are.".)
(Myke puts his hand to the scar once more, shaking visibly with a clenched jaw.)
You suddenly explode!
It seems you have died, my friend. Although you cannot do anything, you are keenly aware of what is going on around you...
You mentally give a sigh of relief as you remember that the Goddess Lorminstra owes you a favor.
...departing in 13 mins...
Brynne growls, "That shall not go unavenged."
Nilandia quietly says, "I'd wager this might be the same entity that tormented my mind earlier."
Speaking to Shilarra, Fjalar says, "You have some Myke on you."
(Rhyssa carefully cleans bits of Myke from her clothes.)
Myke begs Lorminstra for aid from his spectral state.
(Shilarra brushes off the bits of flesh off herself.)
(Buu whips some tiny bits of Myke off his shield and plate armor.)
Fjalar scrubs at a particularly stubborn stain splattered across the shoulder of his platemail.
Speaking quietly to Saska, Nilandia says, "Perhaps you might wish to aid him this time."
A holy ebb passes through the area.
Silvery light surrounds you, washing away any injuries in a wave of soothing warmth.
You say, "My Lady..."
You say, "My Lady.. I have been marked.."
Speaking to you, Rhyssa asks, "Perhaps a soak in Voln's pool?"
Speaking to Rhyssa, you say, "I won't lie.. if that vial felt like acid.. that pool.."
Speaking to Rhyssa, Shilarra says, "You saw what the holy oil did, he will boil the pool."
Speaking to Rhyssa, you say, "That pool might feel a bit like that explosion."
Speaking to Shilarra, Rhyssa says, "Sometimes purification is painful."
You say, "I can handle pain, but this.. feels different.."
Nilandia quietly says, "It would be rather dangerous to keep yourself from the rites of your faith, though."
(Myke gingerly touches the scar.)
A searing glow of crimson comes from the scarring, which is quickly washed away into a warm white hue, as the scarring fades.
You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.
Speaking to you, Rhyssa says, "It's gone."
(Myke falls to his knees.)
You close your eyes for a moment.
Speaking quietly to yourself, you say, "I am forever your faithful, My Lady."
Speaking quietly to Ephelysse, Nilandia says, "He was taken up into the night sky, and the Painlord's dagger plunged into his heart, killing him. A scar much like the dagger appeared on his chest, which defied remedy."
Speaking quietly to Ephelysse, Nilandia says, "When he attempted to defy the Painlord, rather vocally, he... well, exploded."
Beinion gently pulls a single prayer bead through his fingers.
Speaking to Ephelysse, Fjalar says, "Then he went boom."
Beinion closes his eyes for a moment.
Speaking to you, Tyrillian says, "Your predicament is an interesting one."
Speaking to you, Ephelysse says, "No one can take your faith."
Rhyssa says, "It was messier than my rolton torturing."
Ephelysse says, "It is not to be stolen."
Speaking quietly to Ephelysse, Nilandia says, "But then he was healed by what may be the Lady of Winter, and the scar has
faded."
Fjalar raises an eyebrow.
Speaking to Nilandia, Ephelysse says, "That is strong."
You say, "My faith is armor that cannot be pierced."
Nilandia quietly says, "Extraordinarily so."
(Ephelysse glances over her shoulder.)
Fjalar inclines his ear, but doesn't hear anything unusual.
Fjalar lightly brushes his fingers over his golden anvil symbol in a reverent gesture.
Speaking to Buu, you say, "My Lady is with me always, I fear no pain."
Fjalar searches around for a moment.
Fjalar removes a scowling iron Eonak idol from in his miner's backpack.
Rhyssa murmurs under her breath, uttering only harsh, guttural sounds...
Rhyssa gestures at a rolton.
A void rips open in the area, directly above a rolton!
Rather abrupt decompression causes a rolton to explode!
Billions and billions of tiny rolton bits shower everything.
Quite severely dead.
Fjalar places a reverent kiss upon the iron Eonak idol. The scowl upon the face of the idol seems to indicate displeasure with
Fjalar's choice of actions.
Bits of rolton drip off Rhyssa.
Tyrillian chants a reverent litany and clasps his hands while tightly focusing his thoughts...
Tyrillian gestures at Rhyssa.
Holy water sprays forth and cleanses Rhyssa!
A large splash of water drenches Rhyssa from head to toe!
Fjalar reverently says, "Thank you."
Speaking to Fjalar, Shilarra says, "It seems many of our patrons have chosen to make themselves known to us this eve."
The sky is filled with a blanket of low clouds, pale and unmoving. Sounds seem muffled and the air feels thick and takes on a quiet stillness.
Several deer pass through the area, their eyes full of life.
Here and there a snowflake flutters down.
Speaking humbly to Shilarra, Fjalar says, "Eonak does not often leave his forge."
Nilandia quietly murmurs, "The Mother watches over us all."
Speaking to Brynne, you say, "She is with us."
Brynne prays, "My Lady, thank You for letting Your presence be known. May You continue to guide me down the path You have laid out for me, and grant protection to Your devout followers."
Liabo flashes a brilliant white light for mere moments, illuminating the night sky.
Speaking to Shilarra, Fjalar marvels, "I heard Eonak laugh."
Buu draws a glowing pattern in the air before a rolton.
A rolton's eyes roll up into its head as it slumps to the ground.
A rolton breathes heavily in his sleep!
A jocular forest spirit points at a rolton.
A rolton suddenly grows completely still. It and everything it possesses turns a pale shade of grey and becomes hard as stone.
Then, as if to prove such witchery completely unnatural, the stone rolton crumbles into a fine powder that is lost on a breeze.
You say, "As we represent them, they represent us. Faith links us unmistakeably to them. We act to protect ourselves, we act to protect these lands, and when we utilize their teachings.. their messages, we honor them without ever needing them to direct us.."
A jocular forest spirit shrugs.
Speaking to Nilandia, Shilarra says, "Whisper must not like roltons."
A ruby-eyed phantasmal jackal comes bounding in, her teeth bared in a feral snarl.
A ruby-eyed phantasmal jackal charges at Rhyssa!
AS: +465 vs DS: +360 with AvD: +31 + d100 roll: +55 = +191
... and hits for 26 points of damage!
Grazing blow to the stomach.
(Fighting ensues, whittling down the non-corp jackal)
The phantasmal jackal rolls over and dies.
(Everyone mills off)
The altar is plain, and bears only onyx bowls of smouldering incense and smoking paraffin. Draped behind it is a cloth banner, appliqued with an ancient mystical pattern. A legend is embroidered along the bottom. On the far side of the room at the end of an aisle, you see two pillars. You also see the Jani disk, the Talryssa disk, the Gimble disk, a grieving badland spirit that is flying around, a large ebon silk Liabo banner draped from a tall lacquered white oak pole, a dusky pure silver lynx, a restive spring spirit that is flying around, the Shilarra disk, the Maxxeen disk and an anxious forest spirit that is flying around.
Also here: Jani, Master Drud, Talryssa, Gimble, Lady Isola, Philnia, Shilarra, High Lady Saska, Beinion, Lady Rhyssa, Journeywoman Maxxeen, Lord Evandre, Lady Brynne, Nilandia
Obvious exits: out
You recite:
"If everyone would please gather around, and kneel if you might offer prayer."
You say, "For too long we have been worn down, in body and spirit, by those who would pervert the natural order. The order dictated by Koar, who Imaera breathes life into, and who Lorminstra and Voln perpetually seek to preserve."
You say, "We persist, and we perservere, but we are not without our losses."
You say, "And we must remember, that though they are silent, they watch us. They protect us on a scale that scarcely seems comprehensible. Our very souls. We might fall, but it is through their grace that we are able to return."
You say, "To fight. To rally to one another."
You say, "We are here to remind each other that their messages need not be told by their lips, for those who believe are their messengers. They instill in US the faith of their messages."
You say, "I will not let that faith be misplaced. I know that none of you here would either."
Saska says, "We remember. We know ye are are with us as we are breathing tae thank ye and ask ye guidance this night."
You say, "But we need to gain the upper hand. We need guidance, and we need aid, and we cannot be fearful of communicating to them our failings, because I feel as if I have done just that."
You say, "And for too long it kept me silent to her. As she felt silent to me, I was silent to her."
You say, "Shame took my voice. FEAR."
You say, "Fear took my voice."
>look
[Temple, Altar]
The altar is plain, and bears only onyx bowls of smouldering incense and smoking paraffin. Draped behind it is a cloth banner, appliqued with an ancient mystical pattern. A legend is embroidered along the bottom. On the far side of the room at the end of an aisle, you see two pillars. You also see the Jani disk, the Talryssa disk, the Gimble disk, a grieving badland spirit that is flying around, a large ebon silk Liabo banner draped from a tall lacquered white oak pole, a dusky pure silver lynx that is sitting, a restive spring spirit that is flying around, the Shilarra disk, the Maxxeen disk and an anxious forest
spirit that is flying around.
Also here: Jani who is kneeling, Master Drud who is kneeling, Talryssa who is kneeling, Gimble who is kneeling, Lady Isola who is kneeling, Philnia who is kneeling, Shilarra who is kneeling, High Lady Saska who is kneeling, Beinion who is kneeling, Lady Rhyssa who is kneeling, Journeywoman Maxxeen who is kneeling, Lord Evandre, Lady Brynne who is kneeling, Nilandia who is kneeling
Obvious exits: out
You recite:
"Lady of Winter, Keeper of the Keys,
Grant your blessing to those who would maintain the balance.
Those who would ensure all souls meet their rightful place in your embrace,
And may pass peacefully in death or be returned to life."
You kneel down.
You remove a gold-framed ebonwood ritual coffer from in your eonake tome case.
You reverently lay your hand upon the ebonwood ritual coffer and feel the hair on your arm bristle with energy. The sound of keys rises around you and before you is the image of a black gate, which fades when you remove your hand.
You recite:
"Lady Lorminstra, Keeper of the Ebon Gate,
Lord Voln, Destroyer of the Undead.
We pray for the souls which Luukos would claim from you,
We pray for the souls which Sheru would bind in fear.
We pray that Ronan's realm remain clean of their efforts and a peaceful refuge,
And that the balance of souls remain protected in your combined care."
[Temple, Altar]
The altar is plain, and bears only onyx bowls of smouldering incense and smoking paraffin. Draped behind it is a cloth banner, appliqued with an ancient mystical pattern. A legend is embroidered along the bottom. On the far side of the room at the end of an aisle, you see two pillars. You also see the Jani disk, the Talryssa disk, the Gimble disk, a grieving badland spirit that is flying around, a large ebon silk Liabo banner draped from a tall lacquered white oak pole, a dusky pure silver lynx that is sitting, a restive spring spirit that is flying around, the Shilarra disk, the Maxxeen disk and an anxious forest spirit that is flying around.
Also here: Lord Tyrillian, Jani who is kneeling, Master Drud who is kneeling, Talryssa who is kneeling, Gimble who is kneeling, Lady Isola who is kneeling, Philnia who is kneeling, Shilarra who is kneeling, High Lady Saska who is kneeling, Beinion who is kneeling, Lady Rhyssa who is kneeling, Journeywoman Maxxeen who is kneeling, Lord Evandre, Lady Brynne who is kneeling, Nilandia who is kneeling
Obvious exits: out
Nilandia reverently intones, "Teacher and Queen of Enlightenment, grant Your grace to those who seek Your blessing and wisdom. Too long we have labored in silence and darkness. Let Your light illuminate the path that we are to take, that we may guide others to safety."
Speaking to a plain altar, you pray, "But we require guidance.. we require aid. We faithfully stay the course that MUST be tread, but we struggle more often than we should. I.. struggle, My Lady, more often than I should."
You gingerly lift your onyx shield idol out of a small depression in the quilted golden velvet that occupies the left side of your ebonwood ritual coffer.
You place your idol upong the ground, and as you do, the sky briefly darkens and the stars glimmer brightly. The air takes on a chill, and flickering white flames dance along your fingertips as you draw your hand away from the idol... disappearing one by one in a whisper of light.
You begin to chant a solemn prayer, which fills the area like the cadence of a battle hymn. As the chant finishes, you feel a crisp wintry chill sweep through the area.
You say, "Please, everyone.. pray. Pray for the aid we require. The guidance.."
You say, "I cannot do this alone. None of us can. Together we are strong."
Eyes closed, you reach out and reverently touch your fingertips to the symbol of Voln. A great swell of power builds within your chest, your thoughts focused upon a great bonfire surrounded by soldiers. As the crackling orange flames turn a ghostly white, you feel the power and determination of Voln swelling within your chest. His will must be done. A cleansing fire must sweep through the ranks of undeath that oppose you! As quickly as the feeling has built, it departs.
Myke quietly whispers to the altar in an open and genuine plead, "Please, my Lady. Please.. help us. Give us some sort of sign.."
Saska quietly says, "Thank ye for the strength tae stand and walk tae this place. Gathering together for thanks and guidance."
(Drud bows his head reverantly his parrot dances across the back of his neck to his other shoulder and squaks "Charl will drown us all, he'll drowghhmf" but is cut short as Drud pinches his beak blushing from embarrasment.)
[Temple, Altar]
The altar is plain, and bears only onyx bowls of smouldering incense and smoking paraffin. Draped behind it is a cloth banner, appliqued with an ancient mystical pattern. A legend is embroidered along the bottom. On the far side of the room at the end of an aisle, you see two pillars. You also see the Jani disk, a white onyx shield idol, the Talryssa disk, the Gimble disk, a grieving badland spirit that is flying around, a large ebon silk Liabo banner draped from a tall lacquered white oak pole, a dusky pure silver lynx that is sitting, a restive spring spirit that is flying around, the Shilarra disk and an anxious forest spirit that is flying around. Also here: Jani, Leith, Seeress Ephelysse, Lord Tyrillian who is kneeling, Master Drud who is kneeling, Talryssa who is kneeling, Gimble who is kneeling, Lady Isola who is kneeling, Philnia who is kneeling, Shilarra who is kneeling, High Lady Saska who is kneeling, Beinion who is kneeling, Lady Rhyssa who is kneeling, Lord Evandre who is kneeling, Lady Brynne who is kneeling, Nilandia who is kneeling
Obvious exits: out
Speaking to a plain altar, you say, "Lady of Winter, Guardian of all souls..."
Speaking to a plain altar, you beg, "Please, my Lady. Please.. We need.. help. We labor tirelessly for the safety of all the souls that would be corrupted from the natural order."
A pale silence falls over the temple for a moment.
The ethereal form of a thin woman wavers in and out from behind the altar.
The womanly form is quickly shifted into that of a large man, wearing a golden crown.
A voice booms, "Why is it we are summoned to this place?"
Saska softly says, "We ask ye guidance in fighting the Lornon."
The voice annoyingly shouts, "We do not fight your wars."
You say, "Sh-Sheru. Sheru acts.. in opposition of the decree. He acts against his fellow Arkati, and he acts to exert *his* will over the lands."
Shilarra says, "No you do not Master Koar, yet we ask for your aid."
You say, "This is a war we fight.. in your names. In all our names."
The voice continues, "Do you think I have time for such drivel?"
You exclaim, "Yes!"
Shilarra says, "We fight for you always we release souls of the undead."
Saska says, "We think ye are who we draw strength tae fight in ye names."
Saska says, "In our souls."
Saska places a hand over her heart.
Beinion recites:
"M'lord, I beseech you to guide us"
The voice shouts, "Your champion who summoned me cannot even speak! Begone from this sacred temple!"
You say, "We toil and we die in your names, and we spread your word, and we protect your decrees. Beneath this crimson glow, we wither and perish."
(Myke stomps his foot, finding some semblance of resolve.)
Saska says, "Nae. We stand."
Beinion recites:
"Grant us your blessings"
Beinion hangs his head.
Jani softly says, "Blessings cannot be demanded."
The form of the man fades, and it is replaced by the thin woman.
Shilarra says, "Aye we do not wither, we may perish at times but with your touch we return.... as we do with the touch that holds all our souls and priests that call forth their patrons."
You say, "My Lady, I *beg* with all I can offer and for all my soul is worth even when I pass from this mortal realm, for aid."
Tendrils of black shadows make up the woman's hair, as her form wavers in the dim light behind the altar.
A light voice murmurs, "You cannot call Him and make him wait. For he rarely answers. You have disrespected him in my temple."
Shilarra says, "My Lady."
Nilandia quietly prays, "Your mercy on us, we ask."
Jani closes her eyes for a moment.
Saska softly says, "Surely ye must know we were overawed. Twas greatest respect that kept our words."
You say, "We have not made him to wait, my Lady, we came to offer prayer. We came to seek guidance."
Shilarra respectfully says, "We ask for your blessings and to give us aid is all from all of you."
You say, "We were simply awestruck that he, of all to answer, came before us."
You say, "My Lady.. please, in your infinite mercy, understand."
Beinion recites:
"Forgive me m'lord, for i am weakened by the ordeal"
A calm, soothing light fills the room, as the figure fades from view.
Jani recites softly:
"My Lady Lumnis, intercede for us if you please.
We only wish to do the bidding of you all,
But we need to know what it is you would have us do.
Grant us wisdom and the knowledge we need
To battle this massive foe for your glory."
Talryssa says, "There is something that Lord Kai has taught me... and that is the strength is always there, whether it is given to us by another source, or from our own depths. If the Lords and Ladies of Liabo will not grant us their blessings, then we will find our own strength. We do not falter, we do not bend knee."
Beinion recites:
"Thank you m'lord"
The soothing light is replaced with a crimson glow.
Brynne murmurs, "This is not right. Not here."
A noise, similar to that of nails scratching a chalkboard, echoes throughout the temple, followed by laughter.
You quietly say, "No, not here.. I will not allow it."
Tyrillian says, "The temple is corrupted."
Drud says, "I won't kneel before this."
Shilarra yells, "Begone evil, do not desicrate this temple!"
Speaking to Tyrillian, you say, "Say no such thing."
You roar, "I will not allow this."
You clench the ball of white fire in your hand and watch as the niveous flames blaze through your closed fist.
Saska says, "Lorminstra's temple. Always."
Saska nods firmly.
The exit is sealed off.
Nilandia quietly murmurs, "Lords and Ladies of the Pale Moon, allow our faith to remain strong against trials and assaults."
You say, "The Temple of my Lady cannot, and WILL not be desecrated. She will NOT allow it."
[Temple, Altar]
The altar is plain, and bears only onyx bowls of smouldering incense and smoking paraffin. Draped behind it is a cloth banner, appliqued with an ancient mystical pattern. A legend is embroidered along the bottom. On the far side of the room at the end of an aisle, you see two pillars. You also see the Jani disk, the Talryssa disk, the Gimble disk, a large ebon silk Liabo banner draped from a tall lacquered white oak pole, a dusky pure silver lynx that is sitting, a restive spring spirit that is flying around, the Shilarra disk and an anxious forest spirit that is flying around.
Also here: Fjalar, Jani, Leith, Lord Tyrillian, Master Drud, Talryssa, Gimble, Lady Isola, Philnia, Shilarra, High Lady Saska,
Beinion, Lady Rhyssa, Lord Evandre who is kneeling, Lady Brynne, Nilandia
Obvious exits: none
You raise the flaming white sphere above your head for all to see!
The floor itself begins to sunder, knocking everyone down.
You lose your footing and fall down.
Roundtime: 15 sec.
The walls begin dripping with blood.
You belt out, "Lorminstra! Aid your faithful now!"
Speaking quietly to you, Nilandia suggests, "Perhaps to strengthen the consecration of the sanctuary."
You belt out, "Do not allow this perversion of your temple, my lady!"
Rhyssa quietly murmurs, "Oh great Oleani..."
Brynne prays, "No...no, no...."
Speaking to Nilandia, you say, "It has worked thus far.."
You remove a white glaes vial set with an onyx shield from in your eonake tome case.
You sprinkle some oil from your vial all around you, annointing the ground in the name of Voln.
From behind the altar, the thin woman appears and sneers, "You shall not disgrace my place. I shall send these people away!"
A low rumble echoes through the room making your hair stand on end. A single point of light flickers to life in the center of the room moments before erupting into a massive swirling vortex!
Everyone is sucked into the vortex!
The vortex pulls at you intensely as you lose control and are sucked directly into its depths!
Time and space blur before your eyes, stretching and warping until...
[Temporal Rift]
Time and space seem to swirl around you. You catch brief glimpses of events both past and future. Beyond these strange and confusing visions extends a vast, ever-changing field of stars, pinpoints of light against unfathomable utter blackness. It is very cold here.
Also here: Nilandia, Lady Brynne, Lord Evandre, Lady Rhyssa, Beinion, High Lady Saska, Shilarra, Philnia, Lady Isola, Gimble,
Talryssa, Master Drud, Lord Tyrillian, Leith, Jani, Fjalar
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest, up, down
(After escaping and returning to the Altar..)
[Temple, Altar]
The altar is plain, and bears only onyx bowls of smouldering incense and smoking paraffin. Draped behind it is a cloth banner, appliqued with an ancient mystical pattern. A legend is embroidered along the bottom. On the far side of the room at the end of an aisle, you see two pillars. You also see an anxious forest spirit that is flying around and a dusky pure silver lynx that is sitting.
Also here: Philnia, Nilandia, Seeress Ephelysse
Obvious exits: out
You say, "I've done nothing but risk the sanctity of her altar."
Nilandia quietly says, "We've learned from this."
Nilandia quietly says, "And we must put it to good use."
Nilandia quietly says, "The Judge has said the Patrons do not fight our wars."
You say, "This is their war."
You say, "He needs to understand that."
Speaking to Nilandia, Ephelysse says, "Sound words."
You say, "Sheru acts in defiance of him."
Speaking quietly to you, Nilandia says, "The Judge is wise beyond our conception."
Nilandia quietly says, "This is in our hands, now."
You say, "But, she did come.."
Nilandia quietly says, "We must not be so foolish as to think we can force them to act as we wish."
You say, "Each time I have called to her, she has come.. that is someting, I suppose."
Speaking to Philnia, you say, "We got our answers, they just weren't what I had hoped for."
Nilandia quietly says, "We realized when we destroyed their altar that we could affect change."
Nilandia quietly says, "The Patrons have left it to us."
Nilandia quietly says, "Let us live to honor Them, but let us look to ourselves to see this to its end."
You say, "We still have.. so many answers to find."
Nilandia quietly says, "We are not helpless in searching for answers."
Nilandia quietly says, "I won't deny I had hoped we might find an answer tonight. It would have made things easier."
Nilandia quietly says, "But, it wasn't meant for us."
Speaking to a plain altar, you ask, "Three times now, I have called to you. Three times you have been there when needed. Have I been wrong in my thinking?"
Something writhes around the ground and wraps around your leg, dragging you outside. Your vision is masked and you find yourself outside the Landing.
You feel yourself being pulled away...
[Wehnimer's, Outside Gate]
Citizens, merchants and assorted dregs of society jostle against you before the great wooden gates of Wehnimer's Landing. Harried guards and militiamen try to keep the chaos to a minimum, but it is hard to keep track of those entering, let alone leaving, this large trading post. A dirt path encircling the wooden palisade of the town leads east and southwest. Nailed prominently to the wooden wall beside the gate is a sign you really should read. You also see a Wayside Inn.
Obvious paths: north, east, southwest, northwest
(Locates and arrivals occur)
[Wehnimer's, Outside Gate]
Citizens, merchants and assorted dregs of society jostle against you before the great wooden gates of Wehnimer's Landing. Harried guards and militiamen try to keep the chaos to a minimum, but it is hard to keep track of those entering, let alone leaving, this large trading post. A dirt path encircling the wooden palisade of the town leads east and southwest. Nailed prominently to the wooden wall beside the gate is a sign you really should read. You also see an anxious forest spirit that is flying around and a Wayside Inn.
Also here: Lady Brynne, Nilandia
Obvious paths: north, east, southwest, northwest
Nilandia quietly asks, "Are you alright?"
You say, "I felt something grab my leg, and my vision was masked.."
Brynne frowns.
You ask, "What happened?"
You don't seem to be able to move your legs to do that.
Nilandia quietly says, "You're not harmed as yet."
You say, "I cannot move my legs.."
Brynne stands in front of you.
Nilandia quietly asks, "Shadows pulled you off, Myke. Can you call light to burn the shadows away?"
You say, "Something.. has me."
Speaking to you, Brynne says, "I will not allow you to be made into a sacrifice."
You roar, "Release me, now!"
[Wehnimer's, Outside Gate]
Citizens, merchants and assorted dregs of society jostle against you before the great wooden gates of Wehnimer's Landing. Harried guards and militiamen try to keep the chaos to a minimum, but it is hard to keep track of those entering, let alone leaving, this large trading post. A dirt path encircling the wooden palisade of the town leads east and southwest. Nailed prominently to the wooden wall beside the gate is a sign you really should read. You also see the Shilarra disk, the Vorks
disk, an anxious forest spirit that is flying around and a Wayside Inn.
Also here: Lady Rhyssa, Shilarra, Beinion, Narae, Lady Isola, Vorks, Philnia, Fjalar, Lady Brynne, Nilandia
Obvious paths: north, east, southwest, northwest
A tendril of black mist coalesces to form a whip, and it quickly wraps around your neck and sends you into the air. Several more tendrils wrap around your limbs, holding you in place in the night sky. From out of the darkness an ethereal dagger appears and drives into your chest, piercing your heart, and causing the blood to pool on the ground in the white snow.
... 27 points of damage!
Awesome shot shatters ribs and punctures lung!
You are stunned for 8 rounds!
You belt out, "You will not cause me to fear!"
You belt out, "My soul is hers, and I am protected!"
The ethereal dagger continues to plundge into your chest, becoming the living symbol of Mularos.
... 26 points of damage!
Beautiful shot pierces both of your lungs! Your last gasp is unproductive and brief.
It seems you have died, my friend. Although you cannot do anything, you are keenly aware of what is going on around you...
You mentally give a sigh of relief as you remember that the Goddess Lorminstra owes you a favor.
...departing in 13 mins...
A malevolent vertiginous nightmare comes running in!
A malevolent vertiginous nightmare points a clawed finger at Narae!
Narae looks less calm and refreshed than a moment ago.
CS: +473 - TD: +177 + CvA: +12 + d100: +25 - -5 == +338
Warding failed!
A thread of swirling gray magic issues forth from the vertiginous nightmare toward Narae. It coils itself around her, whirling malevolently before disappearing within her body.
Narae shivers weakly and looks very uncomfortable!
(Nightmare is fought, Myke gets raised, etc)
[Wehnimer's, Outside Gate]
Citizens, merchants and assorted dregs of society jostle against you before the great wooden gates of Wehnimer's Landing. Harried guards and militiamen try to keep the chaos to a minimum, but it is hard to keep track of those entering, let alone leaving, this large trading post. A dirt path encircling the wooden palisade of the town leads east and southwest. Nailed prominently to the wooden wall beside the gate is a sign you really should read. You also see a jocular forest spirit that is flying around, a dusty pale white snood, the Rhyssa disk, the Shilarra disk, an anxious forest spirit that is flying around and a Wayside Inn.
Also here: Lady Isola, Lady Brynne, Philnia, Lady Rhyssa, Shilarra, Fjalar, Nilandia
Obvious paths: north, east, southwest, northwest
Nilandia quietly says, "The Painlord's Champion, I would assume."
Speaking to Nilandia, Fjalar says, "Thank you."
You say, "What happened to me? I was jerked about, hoisted into the air by my throat, and the pain.."
You say, "The pain in my chest."
Speaking quietly to you, Nilandia says, "A dagger in your chest, carving the Painlord's symbol."
Speaking to you, Brynne says, "Your heart was pierced. I felt it in my soul..."
Nilandia quietly says, "Tendrils of shadow dragged you from the altar."
Nilandia quietly says, "They raised you into the sky, and the dagger plunged into your chest."
Nilandia quietly says, "Made an example of."
Nilandia quietly says, "We went back, and I got the sense that the altar was at peace once more. Apparently something is still able to influence the area."
Nilandia quietly says, "The dagger in the heart is the Painlord's symbol."
Saska says, "Holding he in the air..and carving he for Mularos."
Nilandia quietly says, "Often on a field of white."
Rhyssa glances at a rolton.
Rhyssa murmurs under her breath, uttering only harsh, guttural sounds...
Rhyssa gestures at a rolton.
A void rips open in the area, directly above a rolton!
Rather abrupt decompression causes a rolton to explode!
Billions and billions of tiny rolton bits shower everything.
Quite severely dead.
Everything in the room seemed to stay in place. The void disappears without further incident.
You say, "I see and feel no physical wound, but this cold ache.."
Speaking surreptitiously to Rhyssa, Nilandia says, "I think you got it."
Speaking to you, Rhyssa says, "You're all scarred..."
You say, "I'm always all scarred."
You chuckle at Rhyssa.
Speaking to you, Rhyssa says, "No no... new scars."
You ask, "I, what?"
Speaking to you, Brynne says, "She's right."
Rhyssa offers you an opalescent vaalin filigree mirror. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer
will expire in 30 seconds.
You look at yourself carefully in the vaalin filigree mirror...
You see Lord Myke Naii'Mos the Templar.
He appears to be a Giantman.
He is colossal and appears to be advanced in years. He has turbulent, shadowed blue eyes and sun-bronzed skin. He has short,
forward-raked ebon hair gradually bleeding in hue to a ghostly, unnatural white. He has an angular, unshaven face and a faint
clouding that pales the color of one eye. His strong classical features lend his visage a proud knightly bearing, albeit one
made rugged by scattered lines of faint scarring. Heavy scarring in the shape of a dagger piercing his flesh mars his
collarbone.
You stare at your vaalin filigree mirror.
(Myke quickly lifts a hand to the scar, covering it.)
Nilandia quietly says, "It seems you've been left with a reminder."
Speaking to you, Rhyssa asks, "How do you feel? Any different?"
You weakly say, "Just a bit of shock, it will pass, I'm sure."
You clear your throat.
You say, "I am fine..."
Speaking to you, Rhyssa says, "Just breathe."
(Myke glances down with a nervous twinge to his eyebrows for only the briefest of moments before he scowls to conceal it.)
Speaking to you, Brynne says, "I am here, love, if you need."
Speaking quietly to you, Nilandia says, "You've just had a dagger plunged in your chest. I think you can be forgiven for not being fine."
Speaking to Nilandia, you say, "A dagger is all? I've had worse."
(Myke chuckles uncomfortably.)
You say, "When they use spectral claidhmores, I'll rest.."
The scar on your collarbone flashes a deep crimson.
Speaking to you, Rhyssa says, "You're... uh..."
You furrow up your face and wince.
>profile myke
PERSONAL INFORMATION
Name: Lord Myke Naii'Mos
Profession: Paladin
Title: Templar
Race: Giantman Gender: Male
He is colossal and appears to be advanced in years.
He has turbulent, shadowed blue eyes and sun-bronzed skin.
He has short, forward-raked ebon hair gradually bleeding in hue to a ghostly, unnatural white.
He has an angular, unshaven face and a faint clouding that pales the color of one eye.
His strong classical features lend his visage a proud knightly bearing, albeit one made rugged by scattered lines of faint scarring. Heavy scarring in the shape of a dagger piercing his flesh mars his collarbone. The scarring is a deep crimson.
(Myke lifts his hand to the scar, clutching at it.)
Nilandia walks towards you.
Nilandia kneels down.
Speaking quietly to you, Nilandia says, "Hold still."
Nilandia grabs a green-tinged slender amber vial from a small pocket inside her winter-weight mantle.
(Nilandia tips her vial to one side, moistening one fingertip with the holy oil contained within. She then applies the oil gently to the scarring on your collarbone.)
Nilandia quietly murmurs, "Mistress of Healing and Life, may this reminder of trauma not plague one who serves so steadfastly."
Where the ointment was applied, your skin burns!
... 1 point of damage!
Splash to chest runs off before it does worse than blister the skin.
Rhyssa says, "Um... perhaps that's not the best idea..."
Speaking to you, Shilarra asks, "Perhaps you are undead now?"
Nilandia quietly says, "It's beyond a simple remedy. That much is clear."
Fjalar says, "Ethereal weapons and holy water cause him harm."
Speaking to you, Brynne says, "Perhaps with time it will fade."
Rhyssa says, "He looks alive to me."
(Myke tilts his head down, as if speaking to the scar. In an almost hushed growl he seems to address it, "Now I want you to listen as hard as you bleeding well can, Mularos, or whatever pathetic vessel of his acts on his behalf.. This means nothing. Nothing. You have no true power over me, and you are nothing more than one in a vast array of scars, all which symbolize MY triumphs and perserverance. That is all you are.".)
(Myke puts his hand to the scar once more, shaking visibly with a clenched jaw.)
You suddenly explode!
It seems you have died, my friend. Although you cannot do anything, you are keenly aware of what is going on around you...
You mentally give a sigh of relief as you remember that the Goddess Lorminstra owes you a favor.
...departing in 13 mins...
Brynne growls, "That shall not go unavenged."
Nilandia quietly says, "I'd wager this might be the same entity that tormented my mind earlier."
Speaking to Shilarra, Fjalar says, "You have some Myke on you."
(Rhyssa carefully cleans bits of Myke from her clothes.)
Myke begs Lorminstra for aid from his spectral state.
(Shilarra brushes off the bits of flesh off herself.)
(Buu whips some tiny bits of Myke off his shield and plate armor.)
Fjalar scrubs at a particularly stubborn stain splattered across the shoulder of his platemail.
Speaking quietly to Saska, Nilandia says, "Perhaps you might wish to aid him this time."
A holy ebb passes through the area.
Silvery light surrounds you, washing away any injuries in a wave of soothing warmth.
You say, "My Lady..."
You say, "My Lady.. I have been marked.."
Speaking to you, Rhyssa asks, "Perhaps a soak in Voln's pool?"
Speaking to Rhyssa, you say, "I won't lie.. if that vial felt like acid.. that pool.."
Speaking to Rhyssa, Shilarra says, "You saw what the holy oil did, he will boil the pool."
Speaking to Rhyssa, you say, "That pool might feel a bit like that explosion."
Speaking to Shilarra, Rhyssa says, "Sometimes purification is painful."
You say, "I can handle pain, but this.. feels different.."
Nilandia quietly says, "It would be rather dangerous to keep yourself from the rites of your faith, though."
(Myke gingerly touches the scar.)
A searing glow of crimson comes from the scarring, which is quickly washed away into a warm white hue, as the scarring fades.
You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.
Speaking to you, Rhyssa says, "It's gone."
(Myke falls to his knees.)
You close your eyes for a moment.
Speaking quietly to yourself, you say, "I am forever your faithful, My Lady."
Speaking quietly to Ephelysse, Nilandia says, "He was taken up into the night sky, and the Painlord's dagger plunged into his heart, killing him. A scar much like the dagger appeared on his chest, which defied remedy."
Speaking quietly to Ephelysse, Nilandia says, "When he attempted to defy the Painlord, rather vocally, he... well, exploded."
Beinion gently pulls a single prayer bead through his fingers.
Speaking to Ephelysse, Fjalar says, "Then he went boom."
Beinion closes his eyes for a moment.
Speaking to you, Tyrillian says, "Your predicament is an interesting one."
Speaking to you, Ephelysse says, "No one can take your faith."
Rhyssa says, "It was messier than my rolton torturing."
Ephelysse says, "It is not to be stolen."
Speaking quietly to Ephelysse, Nilandia says, "But then he was healed by what may be the Lady of Winter, and the scar has
faded."
Fjalar raises an eyebrow.
Speaking to Nilandia, Ephelysse says, "That is strong."
You say, "My faith is armor that cannot be pierced."
Nilandia quietly says, "Extraordinarily so."
(Ephelysse glances over her shoulder.)
Fjalar inclines his ear, but doesn't hear anything unusual.
Fjalar lightly brushes his fingers over his golden anvil symbol in a reverent gesture.
Speaking to Buu, you say, "My Lady is with me always, I fear no pain."
Fjalar searches around for a moment.
Fjalar removes a scowling iron Eonak idol from in his miner's backpack.
Rhyssa murmurs under her breath, uttering only harsh, guttural sounds...
Rhyssa gestures at a rolton.
A void rips open in the area, directly above a rolton!
Rather abrupt decompression causes a rolton to explode!
Billions and billions of tiny rolton bits shower everything.
Quite severely dead.
Fjalar places a reverent kiss upon the iron Eonak idol. The scowl upon the face of the idol seems to indicate displeasure with
Fjalar's choice of actions.
Bits of rolton drip off Rhyssa.
Tyrillian chants a reverent litany and clasps his hands while tightly focusing his thoughts...
Tyrillian gestures at Rhyssa.
Holy water sprays forth and cleanses Rhyssa!
A large splash of water drenches Rhyssa from head to toe!
Fjalar reverently says, "Thank you."
Speaking to Fjalar, Shilarra says, "It seems many of our patrons have chosen to make themselves known to us this eve."
The sky is filled with a blanket of low clouds, pale and unmoving. Sounds seem muffled and the air feels thick and takes on a quiet stillness.
Several deer pass through the area, their eyes full of life.
Here and there a snowflake flutters down.
Speaking humbly to Shilarra, Fjalar says, "Eonak does not often leave his forge."
Nilandia quietly murmurs, "The Mother watches over us all."
Speaking to Brynne, you say, "She is with us."
Brynne prays, "My Lady, thank You for letting Your presence be known. May You continue to guide me down the path You have laid out for me, and grant protection to Your devout followers."
Liabo flashes a brilliant white light for mere moments, illuminating the night sky.
Speaking to Shilarra, Fjalar marvels, "I heard Eonak laugh."
Buu draws a glowing pattern in the air before a rolton.
A rolton's eyes roll up into its head as it slumps to the ground.
A rolton breathes heavily in his sleep!
A jocular forest spirit points at a rolton.
A rolton suddenly grows completely still. It and everything it possesses turns a pale shade of grey and becomes hard as stone.
Then, as if to prove such witchery completely unnatural, the stone rolton crumbles into a fine powder that is lost on a breeze.
You say, "As we represent them, they represent us. Faith links us unmistakeably to them. We act to protect ourselves, we act to protect these lands, and when we utilize their teachings.. their messages, we honor them without ever needing them to direct us.."
A jocular forest spirit shrugs.
Speaking to Nilandia, Shilarra says, "Whisper must not like roltons."
A ruby-eyed phantasmal jackal comes bounding in, her teeth bared in a feral snarl.
A ruby-eyed phantasmal jackal charges at Rhyssa!
AS: +465 vs DS: +360 with AvD: +31 + d100 roll: +55 = +191
... and hits for 26 points of damage!
Grazing blow to the stomach.
(Fighting ensues, whittling down the non-corp jackal)
The phantasmal jackal rolls over and dies.
(Everyone mills off)