I'm writing a piece that uses it, and I'd rather not have to kill Myrrhime just so I can see exactly what it looks like......
Thanks
Full Version: Log Of Dying
You have been slain by Person.
Let me rephrase....
A log of praying. Not just dying.
A log of praying. Not just dying.
Pray for salvation.
QUOTE
pray for salvation
0h, 1687m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
The light seems to fade and darkness envelops your consciousness...
0h, 1687m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
You awaken as if from sleep and look about you in bewilderment. Darkness surrounds you and it is only with difficulty that you are able to discern details. Walls of an unfamiliar coarse stone are spaced equidistantly to either side and behind, while a long corridor stretches in front, leading into impenetrable dark.
0h, 1687m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Since the stone you are sitting on is cold, and there are no doors, you stand up and begin walking into the darkness, which recedes slowly as you advance. Your footsteps echo ominously off the silent walls, but you don't sense evil ahead, only indifference to your presence. Walking quietly forward, for you feel that boisterousness would offend the mute dignity of this mysterious place, you begin to pass two murals; one on the wall to your right, and one on the wall to your left.
0h, 1687m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Attaining her fullest glory, the shining sun sits upon her throne at the apex of her daily trek through the firmament.
0h, 1687m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
0h, 1537m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Both murals are woven of the finest thread imaginable, almost ethereal in nature. The beginning of both murals start by depicting the birth of someone, though whom isn't clear. In the one to the left, the mother is surrounded by friends and family as she gives birth to a glowing, serene baby. In the right one, the mother is giving birth in what appears to be a filthy alleyway. She is utterly alone and looks to be in anguish. The baby itself, when it appears, is mewling and crying in terror and fear.
0h, 1537m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Continuing along the corridor, the left-hand mural depicts scenes of a family in harmony, a simple, but happy existence of honest work and pleasure in the details of life. The right-hand mural shows a street urchin, bereft of family, committing various petty crimes and forging tenuous relationships with the other denizens of the street.
0h, 1537m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
0h, 1387m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
The seemingly never-ending, and incredibly detailed, murals continue to amaze you with the fluidity of the figures and you think you begin to see movements in them, out of the corners of your eyes. Likely it is your subconscious playing tricks on you, but so real do they seem that you stand in awe of the workmanship that must have gone into the formation of such works of art.
0h, 1387m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Your pace quickens a bit, eager as you are to see more of these fantastic tapestries. The left-hand mural now bestows glorious visions of the rise of a young man to leadership in his community. Although he doesn't make an overt grab for power, he is a natural leader and is given the role by the community leaders. In the background, his parents look proudly on.
0h, 1387m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
0h, 1237m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
The right-hand mural, on the other hand, depicts a less sanguine scene. The young man has begun committing more serious crimes, preying on the weak and growing in strength and wealth. He flits from friend to friend, taking what he can, and leaving husks behind. He begins to gain a reputation, and the populace fears him.
0h, 1237m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Lights now flare on the walls, and you are momentarily blinded. When your sight returns, you see that both murals have gone entirely blank. However, upon peering at them more closely, you see that scenes from both murals are intermingled on each one-woven so lightly as to be barely visible, even in the now well-lit corridor.
0h, 1237m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
0h, 1087m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Suddenly, empyreal voices lift up around you in a chorus of baritone and soprano, mixing in minor, then major keys, vacillating between intelligibility and chaos. You get the impression they are praising someone or something, but the snatches of language you do detect and comprehend are not sufficient to impart understanding. You feel compelled by the music and swiftly walk further down the hall, until you come to a massive double door fashioned of what appears to be pure mithril.
0h, 1087m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
At your tentative, probing touch, the doors swing inwards on utterly silent hinges. As they do, the chorus abruptly ceases its singing. A touch of nervousness invades your serenity, as you detect an unimaginably powerful presence beyond the doorway. A low, feminine voice surrounds you, intoning: "Child of Mine, enter and approach Me."
0h, 1087m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
0h, 937m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Knees trembling, you cautiously advance, until you see a massive figure seated on an equally massive throne. Neck craned backwards to see the face of the gigantic figure, you are struck by the power that radiates from what you realise can only be Maya, the Great Mother. She speaks again, "Laorir, understand that I know you. I am aware of your most intimate thoughts, your subconscious desires, and your darkest secrets. I can see your past, your present, and your myriad possible futures. You cannot deceive Me, for I know your thoughts before you form them."
0h, 937m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
"You are here because your mortal body suffered grave harm and died before your soul's allotted time was up," booms Maya, the Great Mother. "As you progressed down the corridor, you viewed dual murals, showing the two primal archetypes that mortals follow. Your life is a mixture of these two archetypes, and I have granted you the will to decide which to choose. Every decision you make, every thought you think impacts this and will help determine your path. I make no judgements, for I exist beyond the Veil of good and evil, order and chaos, and I thus transcend such distinctions. In you, they are all immanent."
0h, 937m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
0h, 787m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
"You have asked for salvation from your fate, for consideration from Me," She utters with absolute implacability. "This I will give, though you will sacrifice a part of your soul in return." You fall to your knees in mute supplication. Tears build in your eyes as visions of your life flash before you. The presence of this incredible being- the Great Mother Herself- is too glorious and too terrible to bear. Longing to return to the material world, which is so much more hospitable to a mortal soul, you silently beg for a return to life, with all its joy and all its pain.
0h, 787m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
"Very well," responds Maya, the Great Mother. With that, She stands, firmly lifts you onto Her open, out-stretched palm, and raises you to eye level with Her. Staring into Her eyes - inscrutable black orbs that pierce the veil of your soul - you are overwhelmed and feel darkness begin to overtake your consciousness. Just as you pass into unconsciousness, a single word, softly uttered, shines clearly in your mind: "Grow."
0h, 787m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
0h, 637m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
When you regain consciousness, you are confused about where you are and how you got here. Darkness surrounds you, save for a single candle. A look around tells you that you are in a rough cave, with a single table bearing the candle. An entrance, visible because it is slightly lighter than the rest of the shadow, beckons from across the cave.
0h, 637m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Sitting up from your supine position, you glance at your body and realise it is healed and whole once again. Still reeling in wonder from your experience, you quietly give thanks to Maya, the Great Mother for the gift of life, and leave the cave.
4899h, 5388m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
0h, 1687m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
The light seems to fade and darkness envelops your consciousness...
0h, 1687m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
You awaken as if from sleep and look about you in bewilderment. Darkness surrounds you and it is only with difficulty that you are able to discern details. Walls of an unfamiliar coarse stone are spaced equidistantly to either side and behind, while a long corridor stretches in front, leading into impenetrable dark.
0h, 1687m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Since the stone you are sitting on is cold, and there are no doors, you stand up and begin walking into the darkness, which recedes slowly as you advance. Your footsteps echo ominously off the silent walls, but you don't sense evil ahead, only indifference to your presence. Walking quietly forward, for you feel that boisterousness would offend the mute dignity of this mysterious place, you begin to pass two murals; one on the wall to your right, and one on the wall to your left.
0h, 1687m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Attaining her fullest glory, the shining sun sits upon her throne at the apex of her daily trek through the firmament.
0h, 1687m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
0h, 1537m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Both murals are woven of the finest thread imaginable, almost ethereal in nature. The beginning of both murals start by depicting the birth of someone, though whom isn't clear. In the one to the left, the mother is surrounded by friends and family as she gives birth to a glowing, serene baby. In the right one, the mother is giving birth in what appears to be a filthy alleyway. She is utterly alone and looks to be in anguish. The baby itself, when it appears, is mewling and crying in terror and fear.
0h, 1537m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Continuing along the corridor, the left-hand mural depicts scenes of a family in harmony, a simple, but happy existence of honest work and pleasure in the details of life. The right-hand mural shows a street urchin, bereft of family, committing various petty crimes and forging tenuous relationships with the other denizens of the street.
0h, 1537m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
0h, 1387m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
The seemingly never-ending, and incredibly detailed, murals continue to amaze you with the fluidity of the figures and you think you begin to see movements in them, out of the corners of your eyes. Likely it is your subconscious playing tricks on you, but so real do they seem that you stand in awe of the workmanship that must have gone into the formation of such works of art.
0h, 1387m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Your pace quickens a bit, eager as you are to see more of these fantastic tapestries. The left-hand mural now bestows glorious visions of the rise of a young man to leadership in his community. Although he doesn't make an overt grab for power, he is a natural leader and is given the role by the community leaders. In the background, his parents look proudly on.
0h, 1387m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
0h, 1237m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
The right-hand mural, on the other hand, depicts a less sanguine scene. The young man has begun committing more serious crimes, preying on the weak and growing in strength and wealth. He flits from friend to friend, taking what he can, and leaving husks behind. He begins to gain a reputation, and the populace fears him.
0h, 1237m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Lights now flare on the walls, and you are momentarily blinded. When your sight returns, you see that both murals have gone entirely blank. However, upon peering at them more closely, you see that scenes from both murals are intermingled on each one-woven so lightly as to be barely visible, even in the now well-lit corridor.
0h, 1237m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
0h, 1087m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Suddenly, empyreal voices lift up around you in a chorus of baritone and soprano, mixing in minor, then major keys, vacillating between intelligibility and chaos. You get the impression they are praising someone or something, but the snatches of language you do detect and comprehend are not sufficient to impart understanding. You feel compelled by the music and swiftly walk further down the hall, until you come to a massive double door fashioned of what appears to be pure mithril.
0h, 1087m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
At your tentative, probing touch, the doors swing inwards on utterly silent hinges. As they do, the chorus abruptly ceases its singing. A touch of nervousness invades your serenity, as you detect an unimaginably powerful presence beyond the doorway. A low, feminine voice surrounds you, intoning: "Child of Mine, enter and approach Me."
0h, 1087m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
0h, 937m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Knees trembling, you cautiously advance, until you see a massive figure seated on an equally massive throne. Neck craned backwards to see the face of the gigantic figure, you are struck by the power that radiates from what you realise can only be Maya, the Great Mother. She speaks again, "Laorir, understand that I know you. I am aware of your most intimate thoughts, your subconscious desires, and your darkest secrets. I can see your past, your present, and your myriad possible futures. You cannot deceive Me, for I know your thoughts before you form them."
0h, 937m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
"You are here because your mortal body suffered grave harm and died before your soul's allotted time was up," booms Maya, the Great Mother. "As you progressed down the corridor, you viewed dual murals, showing the two primal archetypes that mortals follow. Your life is a mixture of these two archetypes, and I have granted you the will to decide which to choose. Every decision you make, every thought you think impacts this and will help determine your path. I make no judgements, for I exist beyond the Veil of good and evil, order and chaos, and I thus transcend such distinctions. In you, they are all immanent."
0h, 937m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
0h, 787m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
"You have asked for salvation from your fate, for consideration from Me," She utters with absolute implacability. "This I will give, though you will sacrifice a part of your soul in return." You fall to your knees in mute supplication. Tears build in your eyes as visions of your life flash before you. The presence of this incredible being- the Great Mother Herself- is too glorious and too terrible to bear. Longing to return to the material world, which is so much more hospitable to a mortal soul, you silently beg for a return to life, with all its joy and all its pain.
0h, 787m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
"Very well," responds Maya, the Great Mother. With that, She stands, firmly lifts you onto Her open, out-stretched palm, and raises you to eye level with Her. Staring into Her eyes - inscrutable black orbs that pierce the veil of your soul - you are overwhelmed and feel darkness begin to overtake your consciousness. Just as you pass into unconsciousness, a single word, softly uttered, shines clearly in your mind: "Grow."
0h, 787m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
0h, 637m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
When you regain consciousness, you are confused about where you are and how you got here. Darkness surrounds you, save for a single candle. A look around tells you that you are in a rough cave, with a single table bearing the candle. An entrance, visible because it is slightly lighter than the rest of the shadow, beckons from across the cave.
0h, 637m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Sitting up from your supine position, you glance at your body and realise it is healed and whole once again. Still reeling in wonder from your experience, you quietly give thanks to Maya, the Great Mother for the gift of life, and leave the cave.
4899h, 5388m, 20200e, 20200w ex-
Thanks, Laorir!
That's not the same pray sequence as the one when you heartstop. You'll have to try it to find out though. I never heartstopped.
I only heartstop when fed tea, so I dont normally pray then.
I heartstopped one time when I was being puppet lamed 4 on 1..but I didn't log it.
Sorry.
Sorry.
QUOTE
With grim, final resolve you gather the mental strength to slay yourself and as
a tear drops from your eye, you end your time on this mortal coil by stopping
your heart in an instant.
You have been slain by misadventure.
(p) [Vadi]: We died.
(11:57:2:413)
(p) 0h, 2707m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:2:413)pray for salvation
The light seems to fade and darkness envelops your consciousness...
(p) 0h, 2707m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:3:687)
You awaken as if from sleep and look about you in bewilderment. Darkness
surrounds you and it is only with difficulty that you are able to discern
details. Walls of an unfamiliar coarse stone are spaced equidistantly to either
side and behind, while a long corridor stretches in front, leading into
impenetrable dark.
(p) 0h, 2707m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:3:959)
Banishing the light, Lord Twilight conjures Stygian darkness over the land and
the bright moon enters the heavens.
(p) 0h, 2707m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:10:350)
Since the stone you are sitting on is cold, and there are no doors, you stand up
and begin walking into the darkness, which recedes slowly as you advance. Your
footsteps echo ominously off the silent walls, but you don't sense evil ahead,
only indifference to your presence. Walking quietly forward, for you feel that
boisterousness would offend the mute dignity of this mysterious place, you begin
to pass two murals; one on the wall to your right, and one on the wall to your
left.
(p) 0h, 2707m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:13:820)
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(p) 0h, 2557m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:17:591)
Both murals are woven of the finest thread imaginable, almost ethereal in
nature. The beginning of both murals start by depicting the birth of someone,
though whom isn't clear. In the one to the left, the mother is surrounded by
friends and family as she gives birth to a glowing, serene baby. In the right
one, the mother is giving birth in what appears to be a filthy alleyway. She is
utterly alone and looks to be in anguish. The baby itself, when it appears, is
mewling and crying in terror and fear.
(p) 0h, 2557m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:23:815)
Continuing along the corridor, the left-hand mural depicts scenes of a family in
harmony, a simple, but happy existence of honest work and pleasure in the
details of life. The right-hand mural shows a street urchin, bereft of family,
committing various petty crimes and forging tenuous relationships with the other
denizens of the street.
(p) 0h, 2557m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:33:815)
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(p) 0h, 2407m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:37:530)
The seemingly never-ending, and incredibly detailed, murals continue to amaze
you with the fluidity of the figures and you think you begin to see movements in
them, out of the corners of your eyes. Likely it is your subconscious playing
tricks on you, but so real do they seem that you stand in awe of the workmanship
that must have gone into the formation of such works of art.
(p) 0h, 2407m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:43:826)
Your pace quickens a bit, eager as you are to see more of these fantastic
tapestries. The left-hand mural now bestows glorious visions of the rise of a
young man to leadership in his community. Although he doesn't make an overt grab
for power, he is a natural leader and is given the role by the community
leaders. In the background, his parents look proudly on.
(p) 0h, 2407m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:53:814)
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(p) 0h, 2257m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:57:533)
The right-hand mural, on the other hand, depicts a less sanguine scene. The
young man has begun committing more serious crimes, preying on the weak and
growing in strength and wealth. He flits from friend to friend, taking what he
can, and leaving husks behind. He begins to gain a reputation, and the populace
fears him.
(p) 0h, 2257m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:58:3:813)
Lights now flare on the walls, and you are momentarily blinded. When your sight
returns, you see that both murals have gone entirely blank. However, upon
peering at them more closely, you see that scenes from both murals are
intermingled on each one-woven so lightly as to be barely visible, even in the
now well-lit corridor.
(p) 0h, 2257m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:58:13:818)
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(p) 0h, 2107m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:58:17:525)
Suddenly, empyreal voices lift up around you in a chorus of baritone and
soprano, mixing in minor, then major keys, vacillating between intelligibility
and chaos. You get the impression they are praising someone or something, but
the snatches of language you do detect and comprehend are not sufficient to
impart understanding. You feel compelled by the music and swiftly walk further
down the hall, until you come to a massive double door fashioned of what appears
to be pure mithril.
(p) 0h, 2107m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:58:23:815)
At your tentative, probing touch, the doors swing inwards on utterly silent
hinges. As they do, the chorus abruptly ceases its singing. A touch of
nervousness invades your serenity, as you detect an unimaginably powerful
presence beyond the doorway. A low, feminine voice surrounds you, intoning:
"Child of Mine, enter and approach Me."
(p) 0h, 2107m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:58:33:816)
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(p) 0h, 1957m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:58:37:574)
Knees trembling, you cautiously advance, until you see a massive figure seated
on an equally massive throne. Neck craned backwards to see the face of the
gigantic figure, you are struck by the power that radiates from what you realise
can only be Maya, the Great Mother. She speaks again, "Cieran, understand that I
know you. I am aware of your most intimate thoughts, your subconscious desires,
and your darkest secrets. I can see your past, your present, and your myriad
possible futures. You cannot deceive Me, for I know your thoughts before you
form them."
(p) 0h, 1957m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:58:43:817)
"You are here because your mortal body suffered grave harm and died before your
soul's allotted time was up," booms Maya, the Great Mother. "As you progressed
down the corridor, you viewed dual murals, showing the two primal archetypes
that mortals follow. Your life is a mixture of these two archetypes, and I have
granted you the will to decide which to choose. Every decision you make, every
thought you think impacts this and will help determine your path. I make no
judgements, for I exist beyond the Veil of good and evil, order and chaos, and I
thus transcend such distinctions. In you, they are all immanent."
(p) 0h, 1957m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:58:53:810)
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(p) 0h, 1807m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:58:57:575)
"You have asked for salvation from your fate, for consideration from Me," She
utters with absolute implacability. "This I will give, though you will sacrifice
a part of your soul in return." You fall to your knees in mute supplication.
Tears build in your eyes as visions of your life flash before you. The presence
of this incredible being- the Great Mother Herself- is too glorious and too
terrible to bear. Longing to return to the material world, which is so much more
hospitable to a mortal soul, you silently beg for a return to life, with all its
joy and all its pain.
(p) 0h, 1807m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:59:3:820)
"Very well," responds Maya, the Great Mother. With that, She stands, firmly
lifts you onto Her open, out-stretched palm, and raises you to eye level with
Her. Staring into Her eyes - inscrutable black orbs that pierce the veil of your
soul - you are overwhelmed and feel darkness begin to overtake your
consciousness. Just as you pass into unconsciousness, a single word, softly
uttered, shines clearly in your mind: "Grow."
(p) 0h, 1807m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:59:13:809)
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(p) 0h, 1657m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:59:17:712)
When you regain consciousness, you are confused about where you are and how you
got here. Darkness surrounds you, save for a single candle. A look around tells
you that you are in a rough cave, with a single table bearing the candle. An
entrance, visible because it is slightly lighter than the rest of the shadow,
beckons from across the cave.
(p) 0h, 1657m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:59:23:814)
Sitting up from your supine position, you glance at your body and realise it is
healed and whole once again. Still reeling in wonder from your experience, you
quietly give thanks to Maya, the Great Mother for the gift of life, and leave
the cave.
a tear drops from your eye, you end your time on this mortal coil by stopping
your heart in an instant.
You have been slain by misadventure.
(p) [Vadi]: We died.
(11:57:2:413)
(p) 0h, 2707m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:2:413)pray for salvation
The light seems to fade and darkness envelops your consciousness...
(p) 0h, 2707m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:3:687)
You awaken as if from sleep and look about you in bewilderment. Darkness
surrounds you and it is only with difficulty that you are able to discern
details. Walls of an unfamiliar coarse stone are spaced equidistantly to either
side and behind, while a long corridor stretches in front, leading into
impenetrable dark.
(p) 0h, 2707m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:3:959)
Banishing the light, Lord Twilight conjures Stygian darkness over the land and
the bright moon enters the heavens.
(p) 0h, 2707m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:10:350)
Since the stone you are sitting on is cold, and there are no doors, you stand up
and begin walking into the darkness, which recedes slowly as you advance. Your
footsteps echo ominously off the silent walls, but you don't sense evil ahead,
only indifference to your presence. Walking quietly forward, for you feel that
boisterousness would offend the mute dignity of this mysterious place, you begin
to pass two murals; one on the wall to your right, and one on the wall to your
left.
(p) 0h, 2707m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:13:820)
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(p) 0h, 2557m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:17:591)
Both murals are woven of the finest thread imaginable, almost ethereal in
nature. The beginning of both murals start by depicting the birth of someone,
though whom isn't clear. In the one to the left, the mother is surrounded by
friends and family as she gives birth to a glowing, serene baby. In the right
one, the mother is giving birth in what appears to be a filthy alleyway. She is
utterly alone and looks to be in anguish. The baby itself, when it appears, is
mewling and crying in terror and fear.
(p) 0h, 2557m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:23:815)
Continuing along the corridor, the left-hand mural depicts scenes of a family in
harmony, a simple, but happy existence of honest work and pleasure in the
details of life. The right-hand mural shows a street urchin, bereft of family,
committing various petty crimes and forging tenuous relationships with the other
denizens of the street.
(p) 0h, 2557m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:33:815)
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(p) 0h, 2407m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:37:530)
The seemingly never-ending, and incredibly detailed, murals continue to amaze
you with the fluidity of the figures and you think you begin to see movements in
them, out of the corners of your eyes. Likely it is your subconscious playing
tricks on you, but so real do they seem that you stand in awe of the workmanship
that must have gone into the formation of such works of art.
(p) 0h, 2407m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:43:826)
Your pace quickens a bit, eager as you are to see more of these fantastic
tapestries. The left-hand mural now bestows glorious visions of the rise of a
young man to leadership in his community. Although he doesn't make an overt grab
for power, he is a natural leader and is given the role by the community
leaders. In the background, his parents look proudly on.
(p) 0h, 2407m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:53:814)
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(p) 0h, 2257m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:57:57:533)
The right-hand mural, on the other hand, depicts a less sanguine scene. The
young man has begun committing more serious crimes, preying on the weak and
growing in strength and wealth. He flits from friend to friend, taking what he
can, and leaving husks behind. He begins to gain a reputation, and the populace
fears him.
(p) 0h, 2257m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:58:3:813)
Lights now flare on the walls, and you are momentarily blinded. When your sight
returns, you see that both murals have gone entirely blank. However, upon
peering at them more closely, you see that scenes from both murals are
intermingled on each one-woven so lightly as to be barely visible, even in the
now well-lit corridor.
(p) 0h, 2257m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:58:13:818)
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(p) 0h, 2107m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:58:17:525)
Suddenly, empyreal voices lift up around you in a chorus of baritone and
soprano, mixing in minor, then major keys, vacillating between intelligibility
and chaos. You get the impression they are praising someone or something, but
the snatches of language you do detect and comprehend are not sufficient to
impart understanding. You feel compelled by the music and swiftly walk further
down the hall, until you come to a massive double door fashioned of what appears
to be pure mithril.
(p) 0h, 2107m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:58:23:815)
At your tentative, probing touch, the doors swing inwards on utterly silent
hinges. As they do, the chorus abruptly ceases its singing. A touch of
nervousness invades your serenity, as you detect an unimaginably powerful
presence beyond the doorway. A low, feminine voice surrounds you, intoning:
"Child of Mine, enter and approach Me."
(p) 0h, 2107m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:58:33:816)
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(p) 0h, 1957m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:58:37:574)
Knees trembling, you cautiously advance, until you see a massive figure seated
on an equally massive throne. Neck craned backwards to see the face of the
gigantic figure, you are struck by the power that radiates from what you realise
can only be Maya, the Great Mother. She speaks again, "Cieran, understand that I
know you. I am aware of your most intimate thoughts, your subconscious desires,
and your darkest secrets. I can see your past, your present, and your myriad
possible futures. You cannot deceive Me, for I know your thoughts before you
form them."
(p) 0h, 1957m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:58:43:817)
"You are here because your mortal body suffered grave harm and died before your
soul's allotted time was up," booms Maya, the Great Mother. "As you progressed
down the corridor, you viewed dual murals, showing the two primal archetypes
that mortals follow. Your life is a mixture of these two archetypes, and I have
granted you the will to decide which to choose. Every decision you make, every
thought you think impacts this and will help determine your path. I make no
judgements, for I exist beyond the Veil of good and evil, order and chaos, and I
thus transcend such distinctions. In you, they are all immanent."
(p) 0h, 1957m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:58:53:810)
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(p) 0h, 1807m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:58:57:575)
"You have asked for salvation from your fate, for consideration from Me," She
utters with absolute implacability. "This I will give, though you will sacrifice
a part of your soul in return." You fall to your knees in mute supplication.
Tears build in your eyes as visions of your life flash before you. The presence
of this incredible being- the Great Mother Herself- is too glorious and too
terrible to bear. Longing to return to the material world, which is so much more
hospitable to a mortal soul, you silently beg for a return to life, with all its
joy and all its pain.
(p) 0h, 1807m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:59:3:820)
"Very well," responds Maya, the Great Mother. With that, She stands, firmly
lifts you onto Her open, out-stretched palm, and raises you to eye level with
Her. Staring into Her eyes - inscrutable black orbs that pierce the veil of your
soul - you are overwhelmed and feel darkness begin to overtake your
consciousness. Just as you pass into unconsciousness, a single word, softly
uttered, shines clearly in your mind: "Grow."
(p) 0h, 1807m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:59:13:809)
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(p) 0h, 1657m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:59:17:712)
When you regain consciousness, you are confused about where you are and how you
got here. Darkness surrounds you, save for a single candle. A look around tells
you that you are in a rough cave, with a single table bearing the candle. An
entrance, visible because it is slightly lighter than the rest of the shadow,
beckons from across the cave.
(p) 0h, 1657m, 14645e, 15800w, 34% ex- (11:59:23:814)
Sitting up from your supine position, you glance at your body and realise it is
healed and whole once again. Still reeling in wonder from your experience, you
quietly give thanks to Maya, the Great Mother for the gift of life, and leave
the cave.
lol'd
Doesn't deathsight say 'So-and-so has stopped their own heart' or something like that?
QUOTE (rledaman @ Dec 22 2008, 02:05 PM) 
lol'd
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