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"You have had an extraordinary adventure, my dear. Extraordinary! One that few people could ever imagine. Treasure it. Keep it safe and secure, tucked away in some special place in your heart. But... don't spend the rest of your days chasing a ghost."
I want in on that conversation so freaking bad.
With a solemn nod towards Auryn, Taryius forms a crackling whip of pure flame, and sends it to scourge her flesh.
The young mhun's skin blackens and burns, as she screams in agony.
The mhun jumps backwards as the flame strikes her, her eyes narrowing at you as she stretches her arms. With a quick dart of her arm, Auryn's fingers brush against a shield tattoo before quickly applying a small bit of salve to her blackened flesh.
As the invisible barrier forms around the mhun, her blackened skin slowly starts to dissipate with the salve application.
You say in a harsh, rasping voice, "Yes. Good. Recovering quickly!"
You say in a harsh, rasping voice, "Your opponent will press their offense, always. Do not fear
them, embrace the fight."
You say in a harsh, rasping voice, "Now, give me an attack, Adherent. Use your strengths and strike soundly."
The small mhun can't help but offer a small smile before she takes another step back, the barrier surrounding her dissolving into nothing, before she disappears into the shadows. Silently, Auryn circles behind you, her fingers tightly gripping a Mhaldorian dirk before she appears. secreting a venom onto the blade before plunging it into the grook's back.
As the blade pierces the Subjugator's skin, his muscles tense as he's frozen in place.
Evidently straining against his paralysed muscles, Taryius lips turn up into a nearly imperceptible grin as he intones, "Excellent".
Eyes shut in concentration Taryius begins to the channel primal fire from within, tiny beads of sweat breaking out upon his body as he purges the foreign substance. Within moments, his muscles unlock and gestures towards Auryn, conjuring a gust of turbulent wind that strikes the young mhun.
Auryn flies through the air, colliding against the Estate walls with a loud "THUD".
You say in a harsh, rasping voice, "You are a serpent, Adherent. Your tricks lie in your nimble actions, and quick movement."
You say in a harsh, rasping voice, "Do not be afraid to try and attack from a distance as well with a well timed strike from your lash, or an arrow from your bow."
Auryn starts to wield a darkbow in her hands.
The serpent winces quietly as she runs an arm across her mouth, a trickle of crimson staining her skin. She deftly rolls forward back to her feet, her dirk sliding into its sheathe as Auryn grasps a darkbow, taking careful aim at you before letting an arrow loose.
The arrow strikes the grook in the side with a wet 'thwap,' his complexion taking a pale turn as he coughs up black bile.
With a slight chuckle, Taryius wipes the black liquid away from his mouth, clutching his stomach in pain as he does so.
You say in a harsh, rasping voice, "A solid blow."
As his skin starts to turn jaundice, Taryius quickly rummages through a leviathan skin pack, before withdrawing a vial of black oak. With haste, he downs the contents of the vial, shuddering slightly as the foreign toxin is purged from his system.
Muttering an arcane word to himself, Taryius coats his fist in a layer of solid granite before swinging a well-aimed punch towards Auryn's torso.
The 'crunch' of bone can be heard as Taryius' fist strikes the young mhun, who quickly doubles over in pain.
You say in a harsh, rasping voice, "You are improving on your assault, Adherent. Keep up, a true Legate strikes down their enemies just as much as they defend themselves."
"Oof," escapes the serpent's lips as she staggers backwards, her free hand pressing against the wall behind her as she glances up at you from her new position. Bent over with one arm clutching her stomach in pain, she straightens before letting the bow slide back into its baldric, a vicious, western lash slipping between Auryn's fingers, her knuckles turning white as she tightens her grip. The woman evades behind the Subjugator before she lashes out with her whip. The leather cord tightening around the grook's wrist.
The mhun pulls sharply on her lash, bringing the grook down onto his back.
With his other hand, Taryius grabs tightly onto the lash and pulls, creating enough slack to free his entangled wrist which subsequently takes hold of the leather weapon. With a grunt of excertion, Taryius yanks upon the whip.
Maintaining her grip on a vicious, western lash, Auryn is pulled of her feet by the force and stumbles to the ground.
You say in a harsh, rasping voice, "Sometimes your attacks can be turned on yourself, Adherent. Be prepared for this."
As Auryn stumbles to the ground, her fingers deftly reach for her dirk. Brushing the weapon across her mouth, she secretes a venom intermingling with the blood escaping her lips, before she plunges the weapon into your chest as she falls to her knees.
A masque of agony crosses the grook's features as the blade punctures his chest, a shiver radiating across his body before the allergy to the sun relapses.
Auryn says in Mhaldorian in a soft, smooth voice, "That is what I was hoping would happen, Subjugator."
Taryius' lips flick up in faint amusement.
Taryius reaches into a sleek velvet pouch as his skin begins to blister, and burn from the nearby light. He quickly withdraws a small rust-red flake which he pops into his mouth, before uttering a sigh of relief.
Rising to his feet, Taryius gestures to a crystalline golem which takes full advantage of Auryn's prone form by stepping painfully upon her left leg.
The 'crack' of snapping bone echoes as Auryn's leg is visibly bent out shape, a scream from the young mhun soon accompanying.
Auryn slowly makes her way to the wall as her breathing becomes laboured from the movement, a small tear running down her cheek. Using the structure as support, she props herself against it before rummaging through her satchel, her hand withdrawing with a strange coloured goo before she slathers it over her leg, sighing in relief as it partially heals. The mhun glances over at you before slipping into the shadows, disappearing from view, before she quickly applies another salve to her broken limb.
As her leg heals, Auryn steps back into view.
You say in a harsh, rasping voice, "You did well, against a foe not particularly keen on dodging your blows. Continue to practice, Adherent. You show a capacity for quick learning, and plenty of potential."
Auryn nods her head once.
You say in a harsh, rasping voice, "Let the pain of your injuries remind you to grow stronger!"
Auryn says in Mhaldorian in a soft, smooth voice, "Through Hardship is His will endured."
Jiraishin is actually a pretty nice person when he doesn't think anyone can see him. Especially to animals.
sombre shadow across the horizon, the Monument of the Fallen rises
overhead. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. There are
6 gold and
black candles here. There are 3 lit gold and black candles here.
a nearby perch, an bedraggled raven gazes upon the surroundings.
exits leading south and west.
emoted: Jiraishin narrows his eyes at a bedraggled raven.
feathers cover the sleek body of this large raven, clothing it in a
dark as midnight. A long, hooked black beak extends between eyes that
considerable intelligence, and sharp talons extend from its
feet. Its largest feathers extend from its wings in long
pinions, while much smaller, softer plumage covers it underside
and head. An
occasional half-molted, whitish feather protudes from the glossy
hinting at the bird's relative youth and lending it a distinctly unkempt
raven appears to lack strength.
He has 100%
about 50 pounds.
nothing in it.
emoted: Cautiously, Jiraishin extends a gauntleted hand to a
raven squawks loudly at you and peers down at you.
emoted: Jiraishin peers back at a bedraggled raven, lowering his
You say to a
bedraggled raven with a harsh Western accent, "Where did you come
emoted: Jiraishin holds out his hand again in a coaxing manner.
raven puffs up its plumage briefly as the rain begins to fall,
further into its alcove by a pillar.
You say with
a harsh Western accent, "Are you hungry?"
You remove 1
meat, bringing the total in the rift to 585.
raven looks at you blankly. Apparently it isn't intelligent enough
what a great treasure you are trying to bestow upon it.
emoted: Jiraishin holds out a piece of meat to a bedraggled raven.
interest, a bedraggled raven's beady gaze fixates on your offering.
emoted: Jiraishin holds very still, holding the piece of meat in front
its perch to briefly mount the Monument of the Fallen and then a
a bedraggled raven paces warily towards you, eyes never leaving
softly with a harsh Western accent, "Here, eat, and we'll go indoors
get you dried off."
emoted: Jiraishin stays very still, despite the rain falling on him.
within inches of your outstretched offering, a bedraggled raven
spots distant movement out over the Silverveil and takes flight,
its disappointment for all to hear.
away with little fanfare, a bedraggled raven soars off somewhere
But... Apples just became Sartan again. Who cares?
Verrucht says in an urbane voice, "Thank you all for coming to Esquire Vika's Accolade."
Verrucht says in an urbane voice, "For those who are not aware, the Order of Thurisaz is an ancient
institution that dates back to the times of Guilds. The Runewardens and then the Wardens of the
Cerulean Spire both housed the Order of Thurisaz, a place that epitomised those who served their
Guild, House and city. Though we saw the Wardens of the Cerulean Spire disappear, what was left
standing was the Order of Thurisaz. Now a place where those who wish to serve their city with
distinction and take up the age old path of Cyrenian Knighthood may seek a different challenge."
Shirszae takes a drink from a black-walnut vial.
Verrucht says in an urbane voice, "This Accolade is the result of following that path, and
challenging one's self. Knighthood."
Verrucht faces forward, his face unusually somber as he scans the crowd with a wary gaze, his eyes
narrowing slightly as he finds his intended target, unable to stop a slight grin from creasing his
face, calling out in a clear voice, "Vika. Step forward."
Vika gives a small, nervous exhale before nodding once and taking a step forwards
closer to Verrucht and Voc.
Verrucht says loudly in an urbane voice, "Vika has been called to serve as a Knight of Cyrene. Who
will speak for her?"
Roselyn steps forward, "I think Vika has done a wonderful job at her tasks, she met each one with
all her energy and then some. It's not a lie to say I went harder on her than anyone else and she
rose to each occasion spectacularly."
Verrucht nods as Roselyn speaks.
Verrucht says to you in an urbane voice, "As the result of your efforts and in response to the
wishes of your peers, you have been called to serve the Heart of the Vashnars. To be a Knight is to
be a servant of the people, one that places the city of Cyrene and Her citizens above all else. It
requires that you walk a higher path, demanding much and rewarding little, save for the satisfaction
in a duty well-fulfilled."
Verrucht says to you in an urbane voice, "Please kneel and recite this oath to your people."
Vika gives a single nod, falling to one knee and looking to Verrucht.
Verrucht says to you in an urbane voice, "I hereby swear fealty to the city of Cyrene. In all things,
in all ways, the city of Cyrene and my service to Her will come foremost."
You say in a soft-spoken voice, "I hearby swear fealty to the city of Cyrene. In all things, in all
ways, the city of Cyrene and my service to Her will come foremost."
Verrucht says to you in an urbane voice, "I will keep the Ethos of Cyrene and the Order of Thurisaz.
I will strive to do what is right and just, to place character above wealth, to be faithful to my
comrades, and to speak truth. In all things may Cyrene depend on me, for duty, humility, and service
govern the path I walk."
You say in a soft-spoken voice, "I will keep the Ethos of Cyrene and the Order of Thurisaz. I will
strive to do what is right and just, to place character above wealth, to be faithful to my comrades,
and to speak truth. In all things may Cyrene depend on me, for duty, humility, and service govern
the path I walk."
Verrucht says to you in an urbane voice, "I will keep my blades honed and sharp, to better defend
those who cannot defend themselves. The lifeblood of Cyrene is Her citizens and always will I be at
their side in need. In peace and war, I will be the sword upon which Cyrene's enemies fall."
You say in a soft-spoken voice, "I will keep my blades honed and sharp, to better defend those who
cannot defend themselves. The lifeblood of Cyrene is Her citizens annd always will I be at their
side in need. In peace and war, I will be the sword upon which Cyrene's enemies fall."
Verrucht says to you in an urbane voice, "So swear I, Vika, upon my life and my soul."
You say in a soft-spoken voice, "So swear I, Vika, upon my life and my soul."
Verrucht smiles softly.
The Sword of Riparium rings out brightly as Verrucht rapidly draws it from a shark-leather scabbard
lined with opals.
Verrucht says to you in an urbane voice, "Bear these blows and no others."
Moving with a fluid grace, Verrucht gently taps you on the left shoulder with the flat of the blade
and states, "In remembrance of oaths sworn and received."
Lifting the sword up briefly, Verrucht taps you on the right shoulder a bit more firmly as he states,
"In remembrance of duty and obligations."
Verrucht says happily in an urbane voice, "Rise as a new sister in an honoured order of Knights,
You will now be known as Dame Vika Desmijr, by order of Sir Verrucht Dawyn, Hand of Neraeos.
Voc beams broadly.
Vika stands up, unable to hold back her smile.
Verrucht says in an urbane voice, "This is where you all cheer."
Voc gives you a respectful salute.
Niyah cheers wildly!
Dochitha says in a clear voice, "Dame Vika!"
Roselie gives you a wild cheer!
Siduri gives you a wild cheer!
Dochitha cheers wildly!
Easo cheers wildly!
Onofor cheers wildly!
Aereidhna gives an enthusiastic "Huzzah!" at the top of her voice, pumping her arms in the air.
Dyamond cheers wildly!
Kayeil cheers wildly!
Perl cheers wildly!
Laedha gives you a wild cheer!
Kythra gives you a wild cheer!
Zazi stands up.
Zazi applauds you heartily.
Aivilyn cheers wildly!
Voc says in a gruff, baritone voice, "Well done, Dame Vika."
Armali gives you a wild cheer!
Auria cheers wildly!
Kaden nods his head emphatically.
Shirszae smiles warmly and applauds you.
Niyah applauds you heartily.
Aereidhna tells you, "You are such an inspiration! Thank you for all your hard work."
Pythagoras cheers wildly!
Eril gives you a respectful salute.
Roselyn smiles brightly at you.
You happily tell Aereidhna, "Thank you!"
Tarvius says in a clear voice, "Congratulations."
Keorin offers a happy round of applause.
Melodie offers a warm round of applause for you.
(Cyrene): Roselie says, "All our respect and love to our newest Dame, Vika!"
You feel a sudden burning sear through your arm. Motes of light waver into view before settling into
sacred tritonic passages, a sign of the Thalassan God-King's approval.
(svof): Your max health increased by 315h/6% to 5460.
(Cyrene): Aereidhna says, "Huzzah to Dame Vika!"
Siduri throws her hat in the air before nimbly catching it.
(Cyrene): Perl says, "Huzzah!"
A festive explosion of chimes extols gaily from the clock tower, as melodious carillon bells play a
Cyrenian folk tune of celebration.
Vika wipes the tears from her eyes, giving a smile towards everyone gathered.
(Cyrene): Auria says, "Huzzah!"
Roselie gives you a compassionate hug.
Aereidhna's face lights up with joy as she beams at you.
Neraeos, God of the Sea says to you, "Wear it with Pride."
You say in a soft-spoken voice, "Thank you everyone."
Roselyn tells you, "I'm proud of you, truly. You did so well without much guidance and are simply
Roselie's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.
You say to Neraeos in a soft-spoken voice, "Thank you, Lord."
Aivilyn flashes you a joyous smile.
Armali exclaims with an aristocratic, Hashani accent, "Here here!"
(Cyrene): Aivilyn says, "Congrats!"
Verrucht says in an urbane voice, "In the Paladins, we would shout something about Evil having
something to fear with a new Paladin Knight."
Verrucht says in an urbane voice, "I think in Cyrene, a lack of shouting is entirely appropriate."
"Heh heh heh," Aereidhna chuckles.
Eril chuckles long and heartily.
Verrucht says in an urbane voice, "However, those who come to do us harm, will find Dame Vika