Roleplay Logs!

Herenicus

Nizaris said:

Here is the text of a sermon that I performed in the Mhaldorian Cathedral.

http://pastebin.com/0pPzHKun

I recognize that opening prayer! 

Nizaris

@Herenicus: Yep. Stole it right out of the Common Book of Mhaldorian Prayers, and I believe that was the one that you wrote (the closing prayer came from there too, but was by a different author).

Nizaris is in love with the Common Book. Used correctly, it's a great resource. Thanks for working on it!

Tvistor

Is ridiculous how many Mhaldorians haven't read the Book of Prayers or the Apocrypha.

I'm talking about Xykon.

Melodie

You're surprised about anything related to Xykon? This is the guy falcon-stealing sweets from the pedestal at Centre Crossing for Gods-know-what.

Nizaris

@Tvistor: Apocrypha is required reading for the Congregation, and I also require that Drochs pick one of the Offering prayers from the Common Book to use to offer corpses after they complete their hunting requirement for the Heptacle, so they have to search through the Common Book and find it, and at least get introduced to its awesomeness. Then, the house is going to give free Common Books to new Clerics as they are Ordained.

Tvistor

Nizaris is a beautiful man, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.

I am going to stop derailing before Babel BBTs me.

Delphinus

Here's a poignant little log from just before that I thought I'd share:

A copse of oaks.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A red elm tree grows here, its branches gently swaying in the breeze. A lobelia wildflower is growing here. A low-slung myrrh bush is here. A purple coneflower grows here, its large stalk straining towards the sky. A green-flowered ginseng plant has been planted here. A low-lying wild ginger plant is growing here. A nearby branch is laden with hard-shelled nuts. A large beehive hangs down from the trees above. A lush, viridian plant flourishes amongst the surrounding vegetation. A mighty earth golem stands guard here. A fierce tiger prowls restlessly nearby.  Kastalia, Goddess of the River dwells here amid a nebulous gyre of fine vapour.
You see exits leading north and southwest.
You are transported by the power of the Divine.

Kastalia tenderly reaches out to cup your cheek in Her hand.

You drop to one knee before Kastalia.

You say in Eleusian, "My Queen."

Kastalia, Goddess of the River says, "I have something for you, Delphinus."

You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.

Taking your hand, Kastalia gently presses a simple ivory lily onto your palm.

You have emoted: Delphinus glances at the lily, turning it in his palm.

The lily is crafted from white ivory and polished to a smooth finish. The ivory reflects even the slightest of light in a dull sheen that makes the flower appear to glow in anything but utter darkness. Its numerous, gently-curled petals are warm to the touch and come to softly-curving points at the ends.
It weighs 2 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Delphinus.

Kastalia, Goddess of the River says, "All this time, I kept it safe. Such a sacrifice does not go unnoticed."

Kastalia, Goddess of the River says, "And you, Delphinus, have sacrificed so much."

You have emoted: Delphinus clutches the flower to his breast.

Kastalia, Goddess of the River says to you, "Nothing makes Me prouder, than to call you Mine."

Kastalia leans forward and places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Kastalia, Goddess of the River says to you, "Forever, Delphinus. Always."

Silent wisps of vapour languidly deliquesce, and with nary a whisper the Lady of the River disperses.

Melodie

I actually teared up a little bit at that.

Tvistor

That was beautiful, not gonna lie.

Still not enough to make me feel guilty. Hail Bal'met!

Trey

Delphinus said:

Here's a poignant little log from just before that I thought I'd share:

A copse of oaks.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A red elm tree grows here, its branches gently swaying in the breeze. A lobelia wildflower is growing here. A low-slung myrrh bush is here. A purple coneflower grows here, its large stalk straining towards the sky. A green-flowered ginseng plant has been planted here. A low-lying wild ginger plant is growing here. A nearby branch is laden with hard-shelled nuts. A large beehive hangs down from the trees above. A lush, viridian plant flourishes amongst the surrounding vegetation. A mighty earth golem stands guard here. A fierce tiger prowls restlessly nearby.  Kastalia, Goddess of the River dwells here amid a nebulous gyre of fine vapour.
You see exits leading north and southwest.
You are transported by the power of the Divine.

Kastalia tenderly reaches out to cup your cheek in Her hand.

You drop to one knee before Kastalia.

You say in Eleusian, "My Queen."

Kastalia, Goddess of the River says, "I have something for you, Delphinus."

You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.

Taking your hand, Kastalia gently presses a simple ivory lily onto your palm.

You have emoted: Delphinus glances at the lily, turning it in his palm.

The lily is crafted from white ivory and polished to a smooth finish. The ivory reflects even the slightest of light in a dull sheen that makes the flower appear to glow in anything but utter darkness. Its numerous, gently-curled petals are warm to the touch and come to softly-curving points at the ends.
It weighs 2 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Delphinus.

Kastalia, Goddess of the River says, "All this time, I kept it safe. Such a sacrifice does not go unnoticed."

Kastalia, Goddess of the River says, "And you, Delphinus, have sacrificed so much."

You have emoted: Delphinus clutches the flower to his breast.

Kastalia, Goddess of the River says to you, "Nothing makes Me prouder, than to call you Mine."

Kastalia leans forward and places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Kastalia, Goddess of the River says to you, "Forever, Delphinus. Always."

Silent wisps of vapour languidly deliquesce, and with nary a whisper the Lady of the River disperses.

Right in the feels, man.

Ruth

I'm in the mood for sharing after reading Delphinus' little log, since it made me go back to my fond memories of Divine interactions and how much they can affect a player's enjoyment in Achaea. I feeel you, Delph.

Here's an old log from way back:

http://pastebin.com/zZ00esZL

Jacen

1. Twilight, the Dark Father says, "This conversation is in strictest confidence, I trust that is assumed?"
2.  
3. You say in a crystalline voice, "Aye, Lord. Nothing discussed here will pass from my lips to anyone else."

... whoops

Iocun

Worst Darkwalker ever.

Ruth

Was never a darkwalker.

Iocun

That's even worse.

Chord

Twilight, the Dark Father says, "Let Me... spend a moment with you; if the moment does not please you then We shall both forget it."

Vayne

I miss you Twilight

Achilles

Vayne said:

I miss you Twilight

The last one just came out, calm down

Jiraishin

@Ruth I remember reading that before.
I think you either posted it previously or my spy skills are even better than I thought.

Vayne

It's an oldie but a goodie.

Vasool

Achilles said:

Vayne said:

I miss you Twilight

The last one just came out, calm down

Dear God it took me a day and a half but I finally got it  : D

Melodie

Below is a little log of Cyrene's mourning of Selene with Scarlatti, Phaestus, some Cyrenians and Shallamese. Its slightly editted for content and shortness, but it's quite tragically beautiful, nonetheless.

Edit: Ye Gods, the character limit in the forums will be the end of me.

http://pastebin.com/1W3jVF78

Chord

BALMAHT STAHP. YOU'RE HURTING MY FEELS. STAHP.

Triak

I love grumpy cat.

Trilliana

@Melodie There's actually more to that. @Kayeil posted a log of it to the Beloved clan. Oh man the feels are back

Synbios

Background: I had applied to join Pentharian's Order shortly after Matsuhama died. Unfortunately, due to the event, I never got a proper start. So Veldrin invited me to visit the sanctums of the Te'Serra.

You say in a dispassionate voice, "I was also supposed to pay my respects to Lord Pentharian."

Magelord Veldrin Crescent Concordia says to Havyn, "Paying our respect to the Dead."

Veldrin beckons Havyn to him.

You follow Magelord Veldrin Crescent Concordia west to Before the sacred chambers.

You follow Magelord Veldrin Crescent Concordia west to Upon an Elysian shrine.

You say in a dispassionate voice, "I had hardly taken a step forward in joining His Order when the 

way was...barred."

Havyn tucks her head against Veldrin's shoulder and cuddles in close.

Veldrin nods his head emphatically.

You say in a dispassionate voice, "I...cannot cry. I'm not sure when I stopped crying, but not once 

in my existence since my joining of the Paladins have I ever cried."

Veldrin pats you in a friendly manner.

You say in a dispassionate voice, "...I cannot even shed a bitter tear over Lords Pentharian and 

Matsuhama."

You have emoted: Synbios grips hard, and the blade of Unrelenting Destiny begins to emit a freezing 

chill.

Magelord Veldrin Crescent Concordia says, "But as a Templar you do have other ways to pay your 

respects to those Lords."

Small crystals of ice begin forming along the blade. //conjure illusion

An eerie, aubergine fire limns the stormy sky as tendrils of unnatural lightning dance from cloud to 

cloud.

You say in a dispassionate voice, "If I cannot cry, then my blade will do it for me."

Veldrin's face is touched by the beginnings of a weak smile which he quickly abandons.

Havyn smiles softly at you.

You have emoted: Synbios shuts his eyes, and a burst of heat erupts from the sword, melting the 

crystals into a spray of mist.

Synbios

And shortly after that, I paid a visit in Matsuhama's temple. Havyn was with me, and I was showing her around. The last part of our tour was the library, when the full weight of Matsuhama's loss finally takes its toll.

The Grand Library of Combat.

This room has not been mapped.

Massive in nature, the walls of this chamber are lined with shelves, and bookcases filled with books 

of various sizes. Arcane statues form subsequent breaks in the, seemingly never-ending flow of 

bookshelves, fading in and out of various depictions of warriors in combat. Within the inner 

confines of the library, a large circle of candles flicker with multi-hued flames, as the smooth, 

marble ground within the ring, glows with glyphs, and runes of unknown power. A gleaming onyx plaque 

has been mounted here. Eyes blazing with confined fires, Gyrnup the Elementalist chants softly under 

his breath.

You see a single exit leading southwest.

You read what is written on a small, onyx plaque:

Combat, whose command is over all I hold love for, make me aware of your presence and be obedient to 

your will. Show me the way so that I may be true to myself and guard against weakness and apathy. 

Show me the proper way to live so that I may face other warriors, loved ones and you without shame 

or fail. Grant me the strength to be proficient in my art and the will to further better myself 

within it. Show me the truth of loyalty and the reward it brings. Make me considerate of my brethren 

and conscious of my responsibilities to them. Show me the strength of faith in you, for only through 

my faith may I continue to grow physically and spiritually in your eyes.

Havyn says in a silvery voice, "That is so ....sad, Synbios."

You have emoted: Synbios inhales sadly.

You have emoted: Synbios loosens his grip on his scabbard, and it falls on his side.

You say in a dispassionate voice, "So much knowledge was stored here."

You say in a dispassionate voice, "Knowledge on combat."

Havyn nods her head emphatically.

You say in a dispassionate voice, "All of it...lost."

You have emoted: Synbios falls on his knees, his face a blank mask of shock.

You say in a dispassionate voice, "...mn, you...""

You mutter in a dispassionate voice, "........you..."

Havyn gently lays a hand on your shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze.

You yell, "DAMN YOU TO THE PITS OF INFERNO, BAL'MET!"

You have emoted: Synbios pounds his fists on the ground silently.

You say in an anguished voice, "I'm sorry, Lord Matsuhama! I could not hope to emulate my 

betters!"

You say in an anguished voice, "I have let my skills rust and fade! I failed to take Your lessons 

to heart!"

You say bitterly in an anguished voice, "I...have...failed...You."

Dark, oppressive clouds swirl in the skies above, occluding the lights of the firmament and casting 

gloom across the earth.

You have emoted: Synbios raises his fists once more, beating the ground with such force that they 

begin to bleed profusely.

Havyn says in a silvery voice, "Synbios....please."

Havyn says in a silvery voice, "You are bleeding."

You say in an anguished voice, "...no...my blood is no worthy sacrifice."

Havyn says in a silvery voice, "It is."

Havyn says in a silvery voice, "You did not fail anyone."

You say in an anguished voice, "This blood cannot hope to be offered to a dead god. Especially one 

who I have failed utterly."

You have emoted: Synbios pauses in silence, before standing up.

You say in a shaking voice, "...let's go."

Havyn says in a silvery voice, "Okay."

Havyn smiles softly.

Tvistor

What a boss.

Ruth

Summary: Was walking around the Halls of Combat initially, looking at the room descs carefully. My first tour got interrupted by PKers, but I managed to stick around, unhassled, for the second round. That's when @Synbios walked past me, and where our interaction started!

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Synbios:
He is a mhun. He stands at a height of five feet, four inches. Despite having the
thin build of his Mhun kinsmen, his body has a bit of toned muscle, evidence of his
extensive knightly training. His face is unremarkable, with the only thing standing
out being the traces of his former Tsol'aa incarnation adding a bit of grace to his
features. He has unkempt short black hair that frames a pair of grey eyes, which
gaze disinterestedly at the world about him. He has a polite, yet dour air about
him. Tattooed on his fingers is a labyrinthine pattern of black lines, branching out
into geometric patterns that spread across his hands.
He is wearing:
 a shimmering crystal clover,
 a pair of blade-shard wings,
 black leather gloves with a folded cuff,
 a wyrmskin pack bearing the House arms of the Templars,
 a meteoric iron scabbard,
 a bronze talisman,
 a string of crystalline prayer beads,
 a luxurious black top hat,
 a fire pendant,
 a pair of Landstrider's boots,
 a suit of ring mail,
 an amber firefly,
 a pair of half-moon glasses,
 a long black coat of the finest suede, and
 a black camel hair scarf


Ruth:
She is a tiger-like rajamala. Possessing a lean, well-proportioned frame, she stands
at an unassuming height of six feet. She is covered in gray fur from head to toe,
the dull color slightly relieved by bands of white upon her restless tail. She
balances herself upon the balls of her feet and moves with a fluid, feline grace. A
sharp pair of amethyst eyes are her most significant features, which stares
thoughtfully at her surroundings. She bears several scars upon the back, where fur
has failed to hide it from casual view: a shade darker than the surrounding flesh,
these scars alternate in length and depth. Originating from the back of her neck,
they extend all the way downwards, cutting close to the spine before branching out
into superficial marks laterally. Affixed upon her right arm is a length of chain
with vicious hooks that has been painfully pulled back to reveal glistening muscles
beneath the skin surface. Weeping blood and fluid, every twitch of the appendage is
reflected through the cruelly exposed muscles. Finally, a neat bow has been tied
around her fluffy tail, the edges of the ribbon trailing on the ground when it is at
rest.
She is wearing:
 a contorted bow of twisted bone,
 a stygian Mhaldorian satchel,
 a simple bone ring,
 a length of chain pulling back flayed flesh,
 a ring of endurance,
 a blood-stained crown of tungsten and bone,
 a shining feather,
 a silver lotus blossom pin,
 a small brazen hair dagger,
 an azure ribbon embroidered with a silver tiger,
 a fire pendant,
 a serpentine keyring,
 a sinuous black dragon and golden crown earring through her left ear,
 a blue cord of Wisdom,
 a shimmering crystal clover,
 an exquisite quiver of swirling golden vines,
 a signet ring bearing the arms of Ruth,
 a pair of glasses,
 a Mayan ring,
 an earring of Sinope through her left ear,
 a black, military-issued cloak,
 Pixies' Boots,
 an amber firefly,
 a bag of stasis,
 a bone ring with an icewall rune,
 a ring of pestilence,
 an electrum medallion engraved with a silver wing,
 a commemorative brooch,
 a hunter's belt,
 a nondescript gown of white and gold,
 a ten-pointed star amulet,
 brass knuckles,
 an Amulet of the Will,
 a pirate ship trinket,
 a sinuous black dragon and golden crown earring through her right ear,
 a pair of Mayan Bracelets,
 a woven gold crown and honeysuckle wedding ring,
 a durable warrior's supply pack,
 a pendant of musky sandalwood oil,
 a glass pendant of lilac oil, and
 a suit of leather armour

Ruth

Synbios leaves to the southwest.

Chamber of the unarmed. (Halls of Combat)
Established to celebrate the prowess of the warrior who can transform his very body
into a formidable weapon in its own right, this expansive room shines with austere
perfection. Large windows along the western wall permit celestial light to filter in
from the outside. Pale and delicate, each solitary ray of light shimmers against the
unrelieved darkness of the wide-open space. The gleaming floor and graceful pillars
have been carved from solid blocks of blackest onyx. Within this chamber, all seems
under the spell of a great, soundless hush. The stillness that pervades this chamber
is the stillness of meditative anticipation that precedes the fiercest of combat, at
once calm and full with the excitement of pure life itself. A runic totem is planted
solidly in the ground. Three interlocked triangles have been etched into the ground
here, their lines defined by a muted illumination.
You see exits leading south and southwest.

The air ripples faintly as Synbios steps into view, pulling his cloak aside.

You tell Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity, "How delightful to see you again,
Synbios. Even if only in passing."

Synbios peers at you unscrupulously.

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "What are you doing here?"

You have tmoted: Ruth shifts upon her hindquarters, settling her amethyst gaze upon
Synbios.

You say in a quiet, speculative voice, "Relaxing."

Synbios clenches his lips together, before easing up.

You have tmoted: Ruth slides her tail closer to her bulk, languidly surveying the
chamber for other presences before returning her attention back to Synbios.

You say in a quiet, speculative voice, "What are -you- doing here?"

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "Unlike you, I am paying my respects to
the Lord of Hosts with a pilgrimage here."

You have emoted: Ruth's lips curl up briefly, revealing some teeth.

You say in a quiet, speculative voice, "Who says I'm not paying my respect either?"

You have emoted: Smoke erupts from Ruth's nostrils as she looks away. "I apologize
if I'm not greeting you in my lesser form. It is a dangerous time to be a
Mhaldorian."

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says bitterly, "Ha, a follower of Sartan,
considering a relaxing trip in the temple of a god who died indirectly by His hand a
form of respect."

You lick your lips.

Synbios turns away as well. "You've changed, Ruth. I can hardly recognize you now."

You have emoted: Ruth pauses for a long moment, before her draconic form shudders
once.

Your draconic form melts away, leaving you suddenly weaker and more vulnerable.
Your race is now that of Rajamala.

An eerie, aubergine fire limns the stormy sky as tendrils of unnatural lightning
dance from cloud to cloud.

You have emoted: Ruth slides her hands down her armor as she dons it on. She shrugs
her shoulders. "I suppose if I die, I die," she says quietly.

You say in a quiet, speculative voice, "People change all the time, Synbios."

You say in a quiet, speculative voice, "At least until they found the purpose that
really anchors them."

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "Even if that purpose leads to self-
destruction?"

Musky and intoxicating, the exotically rich scent of sandalwood surrounds you.

You say in a quiet, speculative voice, "The Seven Truths do not lead to self-
destruction. Rather, it leads to self-realization."

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "So you say."

You have emoted: Ruth's fingers curl around the cloth of her gown. Straightening it
quickly with a tug, she finally looks up. A slight smile adorns her lips.

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "But if the Truths lead you to serving a
god who does not shirk at obliterating his own planet, I can only question your
wisdom."

Synbios raises his head momentarily, listening to the sound of rain pouring down on
the lands.

You whisper in a quiet, speculative voice, "'And in that day, atrocity shall
overtake the world and all shall walk in fear'."

Synbios smirks.

You say in a quiet, speculative voice, "Lord Sartan does not seek to obliterate the
planet; that would be Babel."

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "Oh, I do not speak of your Lord."

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "You know who I speak of."

You have emoted: "Bal'met," Ruth says. "Yes."

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "Until when will your Lord of Atrocity
maintain His leash upon Bal'met, who has consumed much divine essence?"

You smile and say in a quiet, speculative voice, "I suppose we shall see, shall we
not?"

A shadow falls over Synbios's countenance as he furrows his brow.

You lace your fingers together contemplatively.

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "And what would that hope to
accomplish?"

You have tmoted: Ruth takes a step closer towards Synbios. The movement is as subtle
as she could accomplish it.

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "One cannot rule an empty wasteland."

You say in a quiet, speculative voice, "That's a good question."

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "I refuse to believe that you would
choose such a pa... what are you doing?"

You say in a quiet, speculative voice, "I don't know. I have no answers. My Lord has
them."

You have tmoted: Ruth is standing perfectly still about an arm's length from
Synbios. "Absolutely nothing," she says conversationally.

Dark, oppressive clouds swirl in the skies above, occluding the lights of the
firmament and casting gloom across the earth.

Synbios peers at you with a suspicious expression.

The metal pinions floating behind Synbios clink against each other.

You have emoted: Ruth's amethyst eyes sparkle briefly in amusement before she turns
and slowly ambles back the way she came from. Her tail caresses the floor of the
chamber behind her.

You have emoted: Finally, Ruth says, "Though I may be a supporter of my Lord, the
actions of Bal'met begin to stray further and further from what I believe was His
true intentions."

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "What...do you mean?"

You have emoted: Once again, Ruth smiles. "Take of it as you will."

Synbios glares at you, an audible 'Tch!' on his lips as he does so.

You say in a quiet, speculative voice, "Now. To answer your statement concerning my
presence in the Halls of Combat, I have a right to be here."

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "And why do you tell me this?"

Musky and intoxicating, the exotically rich scent of sandalwood surrounds you.

You project the hallucination into the mind of Synbios.
"Because we were friends once. You were my father's protege."

Synbios raises his head with a start, looking about suspiciously, before turning his
gaze back to you.

The air resounds with the sinister crackle of long, low thunder, its bass notes
resounding from the slopes of the Pillars of Heaven.

Synbios shakes his head, attempting to clear his thoughts.

You say in a quiet, speculative voice, "You've come far, Sir Synbios."

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "And you too."

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says bitterly, "Very far indeed."

You have emoted: Ruth raises a glass in her hand. She swirls the contents about
gently before taking a sip from it.

You take a long draught of apple juice, hoping to quench your thirst.

You have emoted: Ruth laughs once as she puts aside the apple juice and clasps her
hands before her.

You cease wielding a cocktail glass in your right hand.

A shadow falls over Synbios's countenance as he furrows his brow.

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "What now?"

You smile and say in a quiet, speculative voice, "Now? What do Shallamese and
Mhaldorians do when they meet on the battlefield?"

Synbios smirks.

You have emoted: With both hands, Ruth raises the hood of her cloak, shrouding her
features in darkness.

You carefully raise the hood on a black, military-issued cloak.

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "I see."

You say in a quiet, speculative voice, "However."

Synbios raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Synbios places a hand on Unrelenting Destiny's grip in a guarded stance.

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "However?"

You have emoted: Ruth lowers her arms to her side. "I would like to respect the
sanctity of the Host's temple. This is not the gladiator's pit."

Synbios releases his grip on Unrelenting Destiny.

Synbios relaxes his posture for a moment. "Hmph. I see you still have a modicum of
decency."

Dark, oppressive clouds swirl in the skies above, occluding the lights of the
firmament and casting gloom across the earth.

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "The rain falls unceasingly. The noise
is deafening."

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "However, the blood shed this day will
not be so easily cleansed."

You have emoted: Ruth bends low for a moment, the fingers of her right hand
gathering up her tail. The edges of the ribbon tied firmly near its tip flutter
silently.

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "Sartan, Keresis and Bal'met will answer
for their crimes. One way or another."

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "The Garden will see to it."

You say in a quiet, speculative voice, "Pentharian has already paid His price for
striking down Apollyon, incidentally."

Musky and intoxicating, the exotically rich scent of sandalwood surrounds you.

You say in a quiet, speculative voice, "He did not go very quietly.."

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "His will lives on. The Te'Serra may
fall, but Good is ever unchanging."

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "So long as there is one who stands to
protect Creation."

You say in a quiet, speculative voice, "Good encroaches upon the domain of Evil. You
can be rest assured we will not rest until such weakness the Te'Serra have preached
are cleansed from the land."

You have emoted: Ruth lets her tail go as she straightens herself, regarding you

with an impassive expression.

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "Indeed, that which you do not
understand, you call 'weakness'. Yes, let your ideals of oppression and suffering
dash themselves upon the rocks."

You have emoted: Ruth snorts once. "You think I don't know weakness?"

Synbios glances at you with equal disdain. "You think -I- don't know strength?"

You say in a quiet, speculative voice, "All roads eventually lead to the Seven
Truths."

The earth shakes with an all-consuming crash of thunder, dwarfing mundane sounds for
a brief moment in its tide of supernatural fury.

You have emoted: Ruth begins to laugh at you, the cruel undertones in her laughter
audible, even if a bit overshadowed by the thunderous crash of the earth.

Synbios lets out a bitter smirk. "Then it appears that I have forged my own road
that does not lead there."

You say in a quiet, speculative voice, "You're not the first who's said that to me."

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "I would not expect to claim the honor
of being the first to say that, at any rate."

You lick your lips.

You say in a quiet, speculative voice, "I have nothing else to say to you then, Sir
Synbios. Our conversation is done."

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "I'm sure it is. But..."

Synbios steps forward with a sudden motion, stopping mere inches away from your
face.

Synbios glares deep into your eyes, as though searching for something.

Sir Synbios Hagane, Blade Singularity says, "Ruth..."

You murmur softly to yourself.

Synbios softens his expression for a fleeting moment, before touching your cheek
with a hand.

You have emoted: Ruth continues to stare at you, her gaze steady.

Synbios whispers quietly, "Reconsider your path." He then stares at you for a few
more moments.

Musky and intoxicating, the exotically rich scent of sandalwood surrounds you.

A burst of lightning and black tendrils erupts from Unrelenting Destiny's scabbard,
covering the area with a flash of light and dark. When vision comes to your senses,
Synbios is gone.