Roleplay Logs!

Aepas

http://pastebin.com/a2DHTLGt

was fun. I was so scared the whole time.

Sothantos

Gdi my typo is in there.

Achilles

I should have eaten you, nom nom nom

Tanris

Man, Sohl/Dunn such better wingmen to my countdown. Stopping that devour, so softhearted!

Aepas

I am too cute for devouring. And I was riddled with Typos too.. it was completely impromptu. I am not good at confrontation.

Shahai

That sounds incredible to directly talk to a Divine. Maybe one day my time will come too.

Melodie

So, there were some recent world-wide emotes with @Neraeos and @Ourania that reminded me of something @Phaestus suggested I do. So, below is just a little self-RP for the most part, of Melodie saying good-bye to Kastalia. (Someone else was there, just not directly involved)

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Cascading mountain stream

Snowflakes float down around you, colouring the world white. The basalt riverbed has been worn smooth by the rushing waters of the mountain stream as it speeds around the mountain and tumbles over a cliff into the valley below. A treacherous path winds its way from the riverbank down into the lush rainforest, the trail made more perilous by a covering of slick, decomposing litter. The low bushes and scraggly plants on either side of the  riverbank cling tenaciously to the mountain soil, despite the eroding effects of the passing water. A kelp plant waves in the currents. Floating upon the crystal waters, a lily in eternal bloom bobs here. The shining figure of a guardian angel floats in the air here.  The Black Dragon Anaidiana looms here, shrouded.

You see exits leading northeast, south, northwest, and down.

You have emoted: Melodie gently kneels down into the riverbank, brushing aside various  bits of decomposing plantlife to create a clear, circular area.

Anaidiana looks on with interest.

You have emoted: Opening her pouch, Melodie carefully withdraws a circlet of woven kelp and water lilies, her fingertips brushing over the piece gently. After a brief moment lost  in thought, she lays the circlet down upon the bank.

You drop a circlet of woven kelp and water lilies.

Dried but flexible strands of delicate, sea-green kelp have been carefully woven into an intricate circlet, each length intertwined continuously into a never-ending corona. Stark-white water lilies have been interlaced at meandering intervals, each bloom a glorious representation of the rivers they have been gathered from. Glistening, silver charms have been affixed throughout the bands of kelp, including a leaping kingfisher, a fluid hippocampus, a shimmering tear, and a piece of porous coral. Cascading down the back of the piece are silken ribbons, their hues varying from a deep, midnight blue to a glittering turquoise, with several shades in-between. As a final touch of elegance, various fresh and saltwater pearls have been sewn into the wreath and ribbons, each unique yet melding together to form a truly unparalleled treasure.

Anaidiana smiles softly.

Anaidiana Obuun-Seir, Pontifex Fluvialis says in a smooth, elderly voice, "That's beautiful."

You say with a flowing, cultured accent, "Lady of the River, Daughter of my Lord and the  Lady of the Moon. You fought against the beast of Bal'met, and lost Your life in the  process. Your own ache with sadness, but they live on, and so will Your memory."

You say with a flowing, cultured accent, "The Nerai will never forget His Daughter. I will never forget the Lady whom looked kindly upon me, a mere mortal."

You take a coralline seahorse vial from a frosted azure pouch.

The light snow continues, lightly coating you with snowflakes.

You have emoted: Melodie withdraws a small coralline seahorse vial from her pouch, unstoppering it. She lifts the vial above the circlet, and slowly pours the seawater, dreching the item beneath.

You have emoted: Slipping the vial back, Melodie quietly prays a moment.

You say with a flowing, cultured accent, "This wine we consign to the Sea, that our Lord will be appeased and satisfied."

Anaidiana lowers her head reverently.

You have emoted: A shimmering, blue cloud emerges, hovering momentarily over the riverbank before slowly dispersing in the breeze. Melodie smiles softly.

You say quietly with a flowing, cultured accent, "Farewell, Lady. You will always be  remembered, and loved."

You have emoted: Melodie gently pushes herself up into a standing position.

You smile and say to Anaidiana with a flowing, cultured accent, "Thanks for coming out with me, Ana."

Anaidiana smiles softly at you.

Anaidiana Obuun-Seir, Pontifex Fluvialis says in a smooth, elderly voice, "My pleasure, love."

You have emoted: Melodie lets out a gentle sigh.

Synbios

Before the Well of the Fallen

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. The granite walkway of the 

temple comes to a rough halt here, the smooth surface blending into a brief border of dirt and mud, 

before reaching a massive hole in the earth. The well impedes all progress to the north, being much 

too wide and deep to allow any type of safe travel across it. From the atrous depths echo 

disembodied pleas from fallen warriors, their desperate cries mingling as a testament to the fate of 

the ill-prepared. Beyond the well, a magnificent bonfire burns in the distance, its prodigious 

flames giving life to the shadows of lost souls. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground.

You see a single exit leading south.

You have emoted: Synbios kneels on the ground, before the Well of the Fallen.

You say, "Lord Matsuhama."

Unrelenting Destiny rings out brightly as you rapidly draw it from a meteoric iron scabbard.

You say, "For years, I have stood as one of Your Scions of Combat, ever learning Your ways."

You say, "The path of heroes is a long and bitter road. I have sacrificed much to better myself."

You say, "Yet with Bal'met's rise to power, claiming You as one of His victims, I despaired. I 

nearly lost hope."

You have emoted: Synbios grips the handle of Unrelenting Destiny tightly.

You say, "And I fell further into despondency, when my home was sunk into the depths."

You say, "But now, with the fall of the Worldbreaker, we rise again. A legionary of the Refugees, 

and a wanderer like my kin, we have found a new purpose."

You say, "Lord Deucalion and Lady Aurora have returned, ready to guide us in bringing light to the 

darkest corners of this world."

You have emoted: Synbios drives the tip of the sword into the ground in front of the Well.

You say, "In order for us to begin anew however, we will need to cast aside the trappings of the 

past, so that we may carve a new path for ourselves."

You say, "My Lord, though You no longer hear me, and though I can no longer walk as one of Your own, 

I can only pray that I can forge a legend that You can be proud of."

You have emoted: Synbios pulls the sword off the ground, leaving a thin gouge on the stone as he 

does so. He then walks to the edge of the Well, steely determination in his eyes.

You say, "I must do this one last thing, Lord of Battle. As You have sacrificed Yourself to rescue 

Lord Hermes, so must I sacrifice myself, that I may be reborn anew."

You say, "Thank you, Lord Matsuhama."

Steeling your resolve as you accept your immediate fate, you ignore all hindrances and seize 

Unrelenting Destiny from its scabbard. Driving the blade through your heart, you embrace a warrior's 

death as the world quickly fades.

Some time in the future, while talking to Aurora.

The Divine voice of Aurora echoes in your head, "You, as a past Scion, will understand My next words 

better than most."

The Divine voice of Aurora echoes in your head, "Now is the time to fight. For Good, for Light, for 

Righteousness. You who call yourselves servants of Good must heed the call to arms. It is to My 

displeasure that I see how diluted Good has become in centuries gone. The fervent battles of the 

past have been lost, consigned to a page in the history books. Mourn for your God. Honour Him always.

 But never lose sight of the greater picture. Creation must be defended."

Silas

Aurora's tell at the end is pretty epic.

Synbios

Silas said:

Aurora's tell at the end is pretty epic.

Yes...yes it is. Mega-rave for @Aurora because of that.

Argys

Awesome. Lady Ourania decided to be present for my first house interview (yikes, pressure, eh?) and this is what occurred after a successful passing.

Ourania, Goddess of the Moon says to Salvar, "Could you go get a hair bead from that handsome man in Damaris' home?"

17:52:38 Devi Pythio Salvar, Luna Dance says, "I could, yes."

17:52:44 Ourania narrows Her eyes at Salvar in an unnerving manner.

17:52:47 Salvar's eyes sparkle with amusement.

17:52:49 Salvar opens the door to the out.

17:52:55 Salvar stands, leaving his place on an hazelwood couch with a covering of black velvet.

17:52:56 Salvar leaves to the out.

17:52:56 The door to the out slams shut.

17:53:02 Ourania, Goddess of the Moon says, "Sometimes I wonder..."

17:53:29 You have emoted: Argys looks to the door absent-minded before he widens his eyes and looks to You.

17:53:48 The door leading out is opened from the other side.

17:53:49 Salvar arrives from the out.

17:53:49 The door to the out slams shut.

17:53:52 Salvar lights a Nairat Black cigar, puffing on it gently to produce a sizeable cherry at the end.

17:53:53 Ourania's eyes twinkle with amusement.

17:53:54 Salvar rubs his hands together greedily.

17:53:56 Salvar's eyes gleam with generosity.

17:54:00 Salvar gives a polished wooden hair bead to Ourania.

17:54:02 Ourania, Goddess of the Moon says, "I think I scare the dwarf."

17:54:06 Inhaling deeply from a Nairat Black cigar, Salvar releases a large cloud of white smoke into the air.

17:54:17 Devi Pythio Salvar, Luna Dance says to Ourania, "Ha!"

17:54:19 You have emoted: Argys mumbles to himself, tugging at his beard.

17:54:23 Devi Pythio Salvar, Luna Dance says, "Anyone care for a cigar?"

17:54:25 Salvar gives you the once-over, eyeing you suspiciously.

17:54:34 Salvar takes a thoughtful sip from a drinking horn, the warm liquid causing his cheeks to flush with colour.

17:55:57 Ourania ponders and cups the bead in Her hands.

17:56:11 You have emoted: Argys coughs lightly, mumbling out, "Ehm, aye, is my first time being in the presence of a Divine."

17:56:30 Ourania closes Her fingers around the wooden sphere, before parting her palms once more.

17:56:44 Ourania, Goddess of the Moon says, "I, of course, am the most Divine of Them All."

17:56:51 Devi Pythio Salvar, Luna Dance says, "This is true."

17:57:06 Devi Pythio Salvar, Luna Dance says, "She's divinely Divine."

17:57:11 Devi Pythio Salvar, Luna Dance says, "Her Divinity is Divine."

17:57:13 Ourania rolls the newly Changed bead between Her fingers.

17:57:33 Ourania gives a polished wooden beard bead to you.

17:57:38 No larger than the size of a thumbnail, this bead is simple in design, the only decoration a light layer of polish to bring out the golden tones of the wood. Running through the centre is a large hole, carved to enable a lock of beard to pass through.

17:57:38 It has 60 months of usefulness left.

17:57:38 It weighs 1 ounce(s).

17:57:38 It bears the distinctive mark of Carver Dryn (a denizen).

17:57:48 You blink.

17:57:57 He is a stout dwarf approximately four feet in height, with noticeable girth that he carries well. An unusual hairstyle adorns his head, an immediately noticeable thing about him as it adds at least five inches to his height, especially with its bright red colour. A large mohawk slants forward over his skull, but the hair on either side of it has been formed into dreads that have been pulled back. Underneath his thick eyebrows are wide, grey eyes that are severely bloodshot, and hide behind dark bags seemingly indicative of never enough sleep. A large, hooked nose crowns the top of his auburn beard, which has been left untouched to grow down to his waist in a multitude of tight, curling rings. He is wearing a canvas backpack, a set of alchemical robes with the hood raised, a suit of ring mail, a pair of soft brown hiking boots, ebony black trousers with white pinstripes, midnight robes of the Hedge Wytch, and a sable cloak with a golden annulet.

17:58:00 You ask in a low, tired voice, "For me?"

17:58:09 Devi Pythio Salvar, Luna Dance says, "And now it's for a beard, how singular!"

17:58:15 Ourania, Goddess of the Moon smiles and says, "Indeed. You delight Me."

17:59:31 Ourania, Goddess of the Moon says, "You can wear it, it won't bite. Though, you might have to fend of scores of dwarven females with how dashing you will look."

17:59:59 Salvar's eyes sparkle with amusement.

18:00:10 Devi Pythio Salvar, Luna Dance says, "Such gifts indeed. We shall have to keep our eyes on this one, Mother."

18:00:18 You have emoted: Argys carefully works a lock of hair through the bead, letting the bead sit in the center of his beard.

18:00:26 This is now how you appear: He is a stout dwarf approximately four feet in height, with noticeable girth that he carries well. An unusual hairstyle adorns his head, an immediately noticeable thing about him as it adds at least five inches to his height, especially with its bright red colour. A large mohawk slants forward over his skull, but the hair on either side of it has been formed into dreads that have been pulled back. Underneath his thick eyebrows are wide, grey eyes that are severely bloodshot, and hide behind dark bags seemingly indicative of never enough sleep. A large, hooked nose crowns the top of his auburn beard, which has been left untouched to grow down to his waist in a multitude of tight, curling rings, save for a wooden bead in the center that a lock of hair falls through. He is wearing a canvas backpack, a set of alchemical robes with the hood raised, a suit of ring mail, a pair of soft brown hiking boots, ebony black trousers with white pinstripes, midnight robes of the Hedge Wytch, and a sable cloak with a golden annulet.

18:00:30 Ourania, Goddess of the Moon says, "Aye, he seems to be a diamond in the rough."

18:00:45 You are now wearing a polished wooden beard bead.

18:01:33 Ourania, Goddess of the Moon says, "Alas, shadows wait for no One."

18:01:35 Ourania stands, leaving Her place on an opal-encrusted rocker.

18:01:37 You have emoted: Argys observes his new adornment through the mirror sheen of the floor, nodding and smiling at the improved look.

18:01:41 Ourania leans forward and places a gentle kiss on Salvar's forehead.

18:01:56 You smile and say to Ourania in a low, tired voice, "Thank You for the gift, Lady Ourania."

18:02:24 Ourania, Goddess of the Moon smiles and says to you, "You are welcome, My dear. Do well in this House, and do not dissapoint Me. I expect great things from you."

18:02:35 Flickering quicksilver lights envelop the Goddess of the Moon before they ripple towards the firmament, trailing a blaze of celestial stars in Her wake.

Cinya

Below is a log of Cinya flipping out (in a happy way) after Shallam was destroyed. Most people who know her are aware of how much she hated the city. A huge thanks to my text-family for humouring her/me, this was incredibly fun.  

Highway overlooking a broken land (road).

It is raining heavily, pregnant drops of water pouring down onto you. Just on the outskirts of the Putoran hills, the land slopes downward toward the sea. A turbulent plain of water spreads for a considerable distance, dotted with tiny islands of rock and ruined buildings, the remnants of the glorious city of Shallam. A mournful breeze descends from the hills, then shifts and swirls to dance away over the water.

You see a single exit leading north.

You say in an incredulous voice, "..it just ends."

You have emoted: Cinya shakes her head in disbelief, unable to keep an insatiable grin from spreading across her features until she is absolutely beaming.

You smile broadly and say, "..this is unreal. This is absolutely, truly unreal."

You have emoted: Cinya continues beaming until it turns into another bout of pleased laughter, a joyful glint in her eye as she stands on the tips of her toes as if to study the underwater ruins.

(Ravensong): You say, "It's gone. It's fucking, gods-damned gone. Finished! Out of our lives!"

(Ravensong): You say, "And as if it weren't appropriate enough, the Lord of the Sea claiming it. He can have the damned sack of pus."

Vayne gives you a compassionate hug.

You have emoted: Cinya nods in response, beaming.

You beam broadly at Vayne.

You laughingly say, "I can't even believe this."

Vayne says in a warm, confident voice, "Then you should have seen it..."

You smile broadly and say amusedly, "Holy Inferno. I wish I had."

Vayne says in a warm, confident voice, "That was unreal."

You smile broadly and say in a satisfied voice, "The Dawnstrider tower was right over there. Gone."

You have tmoted: Cinya turns to Vayne again with an insatiable grin, absolutely giddy.

Vayne says in a solemn voice, "I am glad I pulled you lot out when I did..."

You smile broadly and say in a satisfied voice, "Oh, trust me, half the time I spent there, I'd be throwing a party anyhow, as you well know."

Vayne smirks.

(Ravensong): Verily says, "I'm just hoping this has Halos going down as the Caliph who led Shallam to ruin. Now -that- would be what I'd find satisfying."

(Ravensong): Vayne says, "Heh."

Vayne says in a solemn voice, "It is not even my birthday yet."

You have emoted: Cinya seems unable to stop beaming, her smile absolutely plastered across her face as she studies the ruins again.

You smile broadly and say in an overjoyed voice, "It's just gone!"

Vayne nods his head emphatically.

You smile broadly and say in an overjoyed voice, "Right there!"

You smile broadly and say to Vayne in an overjoyed voice, "Nothing left at all!"

You say wistfully to Vayne in an overjoyed voice, "What was it like?"

Vayne says in a quiet, muffled voice, "...unreal."

You smile broadly and say in an overjoyed voice, "I bet."

Vayne says in a quiet, muffled voice, "Sycaerunax did the bulk of the damage."

You smile and say in an overjoyed voice, "He the one who took down the tower?"

Vayne says to you in Hashani in a quiet, muffled voice, "Ormyrr tore through the citizens as Dala'myrr ground the city into rubble."

Vayne says in Hashani in a quiet, muffled voice, "Even Pericles is dead."

You smile broadly and say in an overjoyed voice, "Unreal."

Vayne says in Hashani in a quiet, muffled voice, "The orphanage was crushed."

You have tmoted: Cinya turns to give Vayne another elated smile, emitting an oddly girlish squeal of joy as she wraps her arms around Vayne in an excited, overjoyed embrace.

Vayne wraps his arms around you, his face revealing that he does not exactly share your sentiments.

Verily arrives from the north.

Vayne grins mischievously at you.

Vayne gives you a peck on the cheek.

You have emoted: Cinya eventually unlatches, turning again towards the sunken city, eyes drinking in the sight, all but bouncing on the balls of her feet in a giddy elation.

Vayne sways back and forth.

Verily says impetuously in a warm, downy voice, "Good was said to exist as long as the Te'serra stood. Now they're gone. It was then claimed to be there so long as the Jewel kept on shining. Now it is gone. What now shall they say?"

A wry smile flits across Verily's lips.

You have emoted: Cinya takes a step towards the water, spreading her arms dramatically wide. "What now, Shallam?" she yells out over the water in a victorious tone. "What -now-!" she repeats to no one in particular, quite obviously enjoying the moment a good deal.

You have tmoted: Cinya whirls on her heel at the question, still grinning rather madly.

You say in a triumphant voice, "What will -who- say? They're gone!"

Verily's head dips low in quiet contemplation, only to suddenly perk at the sound of that yell, sheer amusement tugging at her spirits.

You say amusedly in a triumphant voice, "They're -gone-, Verily. Their books, their records, all of it. Dead."

Vayne says in Hashani in a warm, confident voice, "Ysebelle made the wrong choice."

Verily's lips furl in a faint grin of amusement, wings rustling as she responds with an idle shrug.

Verily says wryly in a warm, downy voice, "I would have liked for some of those books, but I think the tradeoff is a fair one."

Vayne shakes his head at the ruin before him.

You smile and say in a triumphant voice, "More than fair!"

You have emoted: Cinya turns back to the ruins again, another round of elated laughter shaking her as she shaker her head in disbelief.

Vayne whispers to Verily in Hashani in a warm, confident voice, "She has lost it."

Verily whispers to Vayne in a warm, downy voice, "I don't quite share her level of hatred for the place, but it's hard to deny that her excitement is a touch infectious."

Vayne smirks.

Vayne whispers to Verily in Hashani in a warm, confident voice, "Especially with her jumping all over you."

You have emoted: Cinya cups her hands at her mouth and yells out at top volume, "Fuck you, Shallam!", drawing out each and every syllable slowly, with a level of joy that is undeniably (and almost painfully) apparent.

Verily steps forward, her gaze casting out over the waters as her voice lifts in a tone rife with mock innocence, "Alas, I don't think it can really hear you now."

Vayne's lips push downwards into a comical grimace as he tries his best not to break out into laughter.

You have tmoted: Cinya grins down at Verily, the expression hardly seeming to fit her face.

You smile broadly and say in a triumphant voice, "It sure as Inferno can't, can it?"

You have emoted: Cinya looks up again to yell, "You can't hear a gods-damned thing!" at a volume that ensures her voice will be sore tomorrow.

Verily gives a cloudy glass tumbler to you.

Verily gives a generous glass snifter to you.

Verily gives a cloudy glass tumbler to Vayne.

Verily gives a generous glass snifter to Vayne.

You beam broadly at Verily.

You smile broadly and say in a triumphant voice, "Just what I was thinking!"

You smile broadly and say to Vayne in a triumphant voice, "She makes the best Ravensong. Doesn't she make the best Ravensong?"

As the fine brandy glides into your mouth, the heavy spirit gives a sweet and warming taste.

Verily smiles impishly and says in a warm, downy voice, "I figured that if there was to be a celebration, it surely couldn't do without."

Your eyes sparkle with amusement at Verily.

As the fine brandy glides into your mouth, the heavy spirit gives a sweet and warming taste.

The corners of Vayne's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

You smile broadly and say in a triumphant voice, "This is magnificent. Shallam is no more, my family is here with me..."

Vayne recklessly takes a drink of emerald green absinthe, his face contorting with resolve as the liquid slides over his tongue and down his throat.

Verily's wings mantle loosely about her body, lips struggling to restrain too broad a grin.

You have tmoted: Cinya slings one arm each over Vayne and Verily, drawing them in for a sideways hug as she sighs wistfully at the ruins.

"Heh heh heh," Vayne chuckles.

Verily starts in momentary surprise, only to furl an arm about you in return.

Vayne gives you a friendly cuddle.

You have emoted: Cinya steps forward and chucks the empty glass into the water.

"Ha!" you exclaim with gusto.

Verily says contemplatively in a warm, downy voice, "At least you know now what to replace that portrait with."

You grin and nod at Verily.

Verily smirks.

Verily dips her head in a small nod towards the sinking glass.

"Ha!" Vayne exclaims with gusto.

Verily says amusedly in a warm, downy voice, "It'll be at home soon enough. Disposed of, garbage with garbage."

Vayne says in Hashani in a warm, confident voice, "It would be prettier."

You have emoted: Cinya trudges eagerly into the water until it reaches her mid-thigh, stopping to stare over the horizon again, studying it with glee.

Vayne smirks.

You have tmoted: Cinya turns back to face Verily and Vayne, still half-submerged, and shouts back, "This is fucking beautiful!"

Vayne says in Hashani in a warm, confident voice, "Careful not to trip over a body."

You laughingly say in a triumphant voice, "If it's a Shallamite body, I don't give a damn!"

Cinya

Vayne smirks.

Verily says innocently to you in a warm, downy voice, "So we can now strike 'bring Shallam to ruin' off of the list of family goals, yes?"

You smile broadly and say amusedly in a triumphant voice, "Ha! Yes! Exactly! One down!"

Vayne says to you in Hashani in a warm, confident voice, "Saves you the effort."

You have emoted: Cinya turns back to the ruins, pumping her fist in the air in unbridled excitement.

Verily inclines her head politely at Sidai.

Sidai raises two fingers to her brow in an informal half-salute.

Sidai asks in a plain voice, "Has Shallam stopped existing now?"

Verily says to Sidai in a warm, downy voice, "Here to share in the sight, huh?"

Vayne says to Sidai in a warm, confident voice, "See for your self."

Verily gestures out over the water with a sweep of her hand.

Sidai says in a plain voice, "...oh my."

You have tmoted: Cinya , utterly oblivious to the newcomer, continues to study the ruins from her half-submerged vantage point. Seemingly out of words, she simply yells in glee at the top of her lungs, until it is overtaken by laughter and she turns back once more, grinning madly again.

Vayne sways back and forth.

Sidai asks in a plain voice, "What city will the citizens flee to?"

You smile broadly and say in a triumphant voice, "This is fucking beautiful!"

You have emoted: Cinya starts wading back through the water to the shoreline.

You smile broadly and say breathlessly in a triumphant voice, "There are no words for how incredible this is, I swear it :."

Verily says offhandedly in a warm, downy voice, "It would be one thing for the city to just be in ruins. But this? This is simply -gone-."

You have emoted: Cinya swoops down to pick up a shard of stained glass that lies ever so lightly underwater, studying it with her mad grin as she finally emerges from the body of water.

Vayne says in a warm, confident voice, "The desert."

Verily says to Sidai in a warm, downy voice, "S'in the mhojave."

Verily nods her head at Vayne.

You say in a triumphant voice, "A souvenier."

You have emoted: Cinya raises the shard of stained glass victoriously.

The corners of Vayne's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Vayne says in a warm, confident voice, "I am sure some pieces of the citadel are in there."

You smile and say in a satisfied voice, "But this - this is from the Dawnstrider tower. This shade of gold, I'd know it anyplace."

Verily glances towards that shard of glass, unable to restrain a quiet snicker at the sight.

"Oh?" Vayne exclaims quizzically.

You grin and nod.

Ada arrives from the north.

Ada creases her brow in a frown.

You have emoted: Cinya tucks the shard of stained glass into her pack, still grinning insatiably.

You smile and say to Ada in a satisfied voice, "It's gone now. Sorry."

You smile broadly and say to Ada in a triumphant voice, "No, I'm not really sorry. I can't even keep a straight face."

Verily looks thoughtful and says in a warm, downy voice, "Is that from... one of the reading rooms, yeah?"

Student of Purity, Ada Young says to you, "It shall be back, better than before."

You dismiss Ada with a wave of your hand.

You smile broadly and say to Verily in a triumphant voice, "Yes. It is."

Ada inclines her head politely.

Ada steps through a sonic portal and is gone.

Ada leaves to the ether.

The corners of Verily's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

You smile broadly and say breathlessly in a triumphant voice, "Ohhh, gods. All is right with the world. Right now."

Verily smiles impishly and says in a warm, downy voice, "I thought I recalled the look. Was Saria's favoured one, too, if I recall correctly. I was always more partial to the lower level."

You smile broadly and say to Verily in a triumphant voice, "As any Ravensong should be."

You embrace Verily with great ardour.

Verily returns that embrace with ample fervour, sounding out a soft bit of laughter as she does so.

You have tmoted: Cinya pulls away after a moment, smiling proudly at Verily as she holds the girl at an affectionate arm's length. After a moment, she predictably drops her arms to face the sunken city again, hands resting contentedly on her hips.

You smile and say in a softer, elated voice, "This is just fucking beautiful."

Vayne rubs your shoulder.

You have tmoted: Cinya beams over at Vayne, seemingly a bit calmed down from earlier. She is still, however, a bit soggy.

Verily's wings mantle about her torso as a poor guard from the rain as she and you seperate. Her gaze drifts back over the waters, after a moment letting slip a whispering sigh of contentment.

Vayne says to you in a warm, confident voice, "You are disturbingly adorable."

Verily says amusedly in a warm, downy voice, "I never expected to have such a vast sign of approval for my actions, but here it is."

You say in a softer, elated voice, "Ha. I can't help it..."

You have emoted: Cinya trails off, gesturing meaningfully towards the new body of water.

Verily casts Vayne a slight grin.

Verily says to Vayne in a warm, downy voice, "It's true, she is. Like I said, her delight is a bit infectious."

Vayne nods his head at Verily.

You laughingly say in a softer, elated voice, "You're both mad for not joining me out there in the water!"

Vayne smirks.

Vayne says in a warm, confident voice, "That water is filled with death and despair, I will pass."

Verily says in a warm, downy voice, "The water is water. That's enough for me."

You say in a softer, elated voice, "...of Shallam, though!"

Verily makes a childish face towards the rain-rippling surface of the sea.

You beam broadly.

You say breathlessly in a softer, elated voice, "Ha, gods. That was... that was fun."

You have emoted: Cinya coughs a bit, the screaming evidently beginning to catch up to her.

Silas

Too long to post, but a ritual held by Aurora's Order to mark the raising of her first shrine.

http://pastebin.com/PzAsi3wV

Much love to all - especially Aurora.

Shrine desc:

Powerful swirls of energy surge through the confines of this slender glass pillar, erected as a guiding beacon to those who would serve the Light. The flawless column is seamless in structure, the smooth planes polished and pristine, and the coolness of the glass belies the vibrant thrumming coming from deep within. Resplendent rays of white and gold suffuse the exterior glass and striate deep into the centre. The fulgid beams refract the light and bathe the immediate surrounds in a glorious mosaic of splendorous colour. An ivory scimitar, its tip firmly embedded at the very height of the pillar, pays homage to the Lightbringer.
It weighs about 375 pounds.

Achilles

^ I like how we were able to keep the shrine up for longer than 10 minutes.  It was a close call though

Ruth

I feel jealous now. That is an awesome ritual.

Draekar

Best ritual I have ever seen in Achaea, that Draekar guy was awesome!

Also much love to @Aurora for letting us do this to mark such an auspicious occasion.

Achilles

Ruth said:

I feel jealous now. That is an awesome ritual.

You should, Silas didn't have to edit it at all, 100% perfect execution!  No random people walked in, no hilarious miscues.

Rean

The reason we didn't recruit new ordermembers after Mats left was, well... they'd miss out on this. I thought I'd share it for everyone else. Enjoy. (also, this was when I was a bit better at the whole fighting thing. ) Figured you'd like to see this, @Synbios. Pretty sure you would have gotten in if he didn't go dormant, you were an awesome Scion. Your log rocked.

http://pastebin.com/heBLeSkf

Lodi

Lodi's latest sermon:

Lodi says reverently in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "We begin..."

Lodi takes a deep, grounding breath.

Lodi walks over to the belltower's edge.

Lodi stands still for a moment, gazing out across the panoramic view of Mhaldor, his robes and hair swept up around him by the cold wind that howls through this exposed section of spire.

Lodi whispers quietly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Can you see it?"

A distant rapture smoulders subtly within Lodi's eye as he speaks.

Lodi stretches forth a tentative hand, his lips hung slightly open in reverent awe.

Lodi slowly clenches shut his extended palm, grasping for some unseen concept.

Lodi says quietly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "I am a Wordsmith by profession..."

Lodi smiles and says in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "And yet..."

Lodi says sublimely in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Mhaldor's splendour leaves even me speechless..."

Lodi gently brings his closed fist in against his chest, a single tear sliding down his ancient cheek. It glistens blood-red for a moment under Mhaldor's mist-stained crimson light, before falling to a silent death upon the floor.

Lodi swirls around to face his gathered congregation, hate's holy fires enveloping his form within a halo of crackling intent.

Lodi snarls loudly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "The Overseer and his traitorous ilk!"

Lodi says angrily in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "How they speak as if 'twere they who built Mhaldor in days of yore."

Lodi says boomingly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Their hubris is a vile weakness. Hate them for it! Hate them True!"

With bitter rage, Lodi's speech is projected forth at an incredible volume. It discordantly echoes back off the bleak crevices of Mhaldor's nearby mountain. In the street bellow, a mhun slave suddenly looks up in surprise, before hastily lowering his head and continuing with his work.

Lodi says angrily in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "They played NO part in building Mhaldor from the filth and dirt that was her womb. But they had everything to do with her perceived fall from grace."

Lodi says loudly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "These cretins but stood on the shoulders of giants. How quickly they leapt to new parrot-perches once the faintest hint of hardship gravelled their soft, soft beds."

Lodi abruptly halts his impassioned ravings, all anger dissipating from him quicker than a fleeting Ero storm.

Lodi once again turns to gaze out across Mhaldor, the faintest smile of happiness dancing momentarily over his lips.

Lodi smiles and whispers in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "I remember the old days."

Lodi says softly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "The hard days."

Lodi whispers reverently in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "The first days..."

Lodi says abruptly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Back then, Mhaldorians were slaughtered as soon as we stepped out of the mists."

Lodi says sternly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "There was no place we could go in safety, no place we could hunt, no place we could gather."

Lodi says calmly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "It was as if life itself had risen up against us."

Lodi says happily in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "I am filled with misty-eyed nostalgia at but the faintest recollection of such sweet, sweet Sufferings - for it was they that truly made us great!"

Lodi says bitterly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "The traitor-clique would not have lasted a second ere Mhaldor's birth."

Lodi spits over the belltower's edge in disgust.

Lodi snarls in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Nay... If they could have handled such soul shattering hardships, then they would still stand with us now."

Lodi smiles and says in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "And yet..."

Fast as lightning, Lodi spins around and faces all present. He slowly raises a gnarled old finger and points accusingly at those stood before him.

Lodi says knowingly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "You still stand here, don't you?"

Nizaris nods his head at Lodi.

Lodi cups his chin in his hand, slowly tapping his cheek, his eyes narrowed with pondered contemplation at what they see.

Lodi says calmly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Do your feet still not walk the Holy City's misty streets?"

Lodi says eagerly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Do your tongues still not preach Truth unto a world rendered rotten with weak frivolity?"

Lodi says passionately in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Do your weapons still not drown this planet beneath a tide of unrighteous hate, wrought white-hot by cruelties blessed rapture!"

Lodi begins to slowly walk around the belltower, scrutinizing everyone with a cold, unflinching gaze.

Lodi says wisely in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "You would have done us proud in the old days, aye, I am certain of this fact."

Lodi says authoritatively in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Why am I so certain? 'Tis simple."

Lodi says knowingly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Because you understand one of the most important edicts of Evil."

Lodi says sternly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Loyalty. Is. Everything!"

Lodi says passionately in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "So arise, arise, arise, you true heirs of Mhaldor's Throne!"

A muffled cry rings out from the slave market and is cut short as swiftly and suddenly as it came.

Having completed a full circuit, Lodi sweeps outwards with his arms towards the Vashnar mountain range's eastern silhouette.

Lodi snarls eagerly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Go forth into the wilderness of fools that is Sapience."

Lodi says passionately in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Bring Truth unto the infidel's rancid nests of refuge."

Lodi says loudly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Burn his home, befoul his servants and enslave his offspring!"

Lodi says zealously in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Let him know who is his TRUE Lord and Master!"

Lodi says angrily in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "For ALL is subservient beneath Oppressions omnipresent hierarchy! ALL is formed."

Lodi says in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Through Suffering's immortal struggle!"

Lodi frowns and says in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "None are spared before Evil's Divine Crusade for Strength, nor should they be!"

Lodi says rapturously in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Allow not negative-emotion's self-defeat cloud your focus. For the notion of 'Self' is but a product of that weakness called 'Ego', destroy it utterly!"

Lodi says angrily in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Know that there is no 'me' and 'mine', only 'He' and 'His'!"

Lodi says passionately in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Through His indomitable Will, we are made brother and sister. Divide not, lest all be lost!"

Lodi says rapturously in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "So unite I say! Unite, unite, UNITE! Stand no longer alone. Become as one and know strength's victory!"

Lodi says zealously in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Together, lift up your blades!"

Lodi says loudly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Together, lift up your tongues!"

Lodi says boomingly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Together, bellow forth with blood-caked lips: 'We are Mhaldor! We are Strong! We kneel before Him and no other!'"

Katia says in a quiet tone of voice, "Again, you must say 'We are Mhaldor! We are Strong! We kneel before Him!"

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a quiet, speculative voice, "We are Mhaldor! We are Strong! We kneel before Him and no other!"

Malefic Leisan, Catechumen of the Yoke says, "We are Mhaldor! We are Strong! We kneel before Him and no other!'"

You say in Mhaldorian, "We are Mhaldor! We are Strong! We kneel before Him and no other!"

Casimiir says in a crisp, dulcet voice, "We are Mhaldor! We are Strong! We kneel before Him and no other!"

Ileana says in a hauntingly quiet voice, "We are Mhaldor! We are Strong! We kneel before Him and no other!"

Friedrich says in a slow, rolling voice, "We are Mhaldor! We are Strong! We kneel before Him and no other!"

Saibel says in a clear voice, "We are Mhaldor! We are Strong! We kneel before Him and no other!"

Lodi snarls angrily in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "You jest? Cyrenian poets speak with more passion than that. LOUDER!"

Asmodron says in Mhaldorian with an Arcadian accent, "We are Mhaldor! We are Strong! We kneel before Him and no other!"

You exclaim in Mhaldorian, "We are Mhaldor! We are Strong! We kneel before Him and no other!!"

Lodi says passionately in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Lift up your voices so the very Garden itself shakes and trembles in the presence of His transcendent Word!"

You see Malefic Leisan, Catechumen of the Yoke yell, "We are Mhaldor! We are Strong! We kneel before Him and no other!'"

You see The Voice of Death, Katia Lokelinde Le'Murzen yell, "We are Mhaldor! We are Strong! We kneel before Him!"

You see Ruth Yuridja-Keyte yell, "We are Mhaldor! We are Strong! We kneel before Him and no other!"

Rantoru says in a harsh, guttural voice, "We are Mhaldor! We are Strong! We kneel before Him and no other!"

You see Sir Vadimuses Xanatov yell, "We are Mhaldor! We are Strong! We kneel before Him and no other!!!"

Lodi says loudly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "More!"

Friedrich says in a slow, rolling voice, "We are Mhaldor! We are Strong! We kneel before Him and no other!"

You see Dreadborn Asmodron yell, "We are Mhaldor! We are Strong! We kneel before Him and no other!"

Lodi screams boomingly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "MORE!"

You see Arcitena Saibel Earendil yell, "We are Mhaldor! We are Strong! We kneel before Him and no other!"

You see Sir Vadimuses Xanatov yell, "We are Mhaldor! We are Strong! We kneel before Him and no other!"

You see Malefic Rashi, Catechumen of the Yoke yell, "We are Mhaldor! We are Strong! We kneel before Him and no other!"

Lodi cackles with manic glee as the violent cacophony of zealous cries ring out across Mhaldor. From the streets below, the slave once again looks up startled at the belltower. This time, however, a nearby Maldaathi notices his slacking and savagely beats him as punishment. The mhun's screams rise upwards to mingle malevolently with the gathered Mhaldorians' rapturous proclamations.

You see Archbishop Nizaris Xanatov, of the Black Cathedral yell, "We are Mhaldor! We are strong! We kneel before Him, and no other!"

Wretch Yggmoz says, "We are Mhaldor! We are Strong! We kneel before Him and no other!'"

Lodi says passionately in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Glory be unto the smoke of His holy genocide!"

Lodi says zealously in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Glory be unto His promised land and all who dwell within!"

Lodi says rapturously in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Glory be unto the Daemon Emperor - for Creation is His like no other God's!"

Lodi says manically in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Hail unto Lord Sartan!"

Lodi says loudly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Lord of Lords! Master of Masters! Will of Wills!"

Lodi says boomingly in Mhaldorian in a dry, age-creaked voice, "Hail! Hail! Hail!"

Lodi bows low, indicating that the sermon is at an end.

Vadimuses give Lodi a respectful salute.

Saibel says in a clear voice, "Well said and thank you for those words, Cardinal."

Micaelis bows respectfully to Lodi.

Ileana locks her right thumb in her left fist, deftly sliding her right hand into an open palm beneath the clenched fist before bowing respectfully to Lodi.

Rashi bows respectfully to Lodi.

Rantoru bows respectfully to Lodi.

Leisan bows respectfully to Lodi.

Saibel curtseys respectfully before Lodi.

Casimiir locks his right thumb in his left fist, deftly sliding his right hand into an open palm beneath the clenched fist before bowing respectfully to Lodi.

Yggmoz bows respectfully to Lodi.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a quiet, speculative voice, "Thank you for the sermon, Cardinal. Very excellent wording, as usual."

With a flourish of his arm, Asmodron bows deeply.

Kells bows respectfully to Lodi.

Nizaris says to Lodi in a pained voice, "Thank you once again, Cardinal."

Katzchen

@Lodi that was epic! I'm sorry I missed it.

Trilliana

@Rean that was awesome, thank you so much for sharing that.

@Lodi maaaaaannnnn... if I were better at playing Evil, I'd love seeing that.

Nellaundra

@Rean

I really really wish that I had joined when Matsuhama was more active.  That was bloody awesome.

Halos

That was gorgeous.

Synbios

Rean said:

The reason we didn't recruit new ordermembers after Mats left was, well... they'd miss out on this. I thought I'd share it for everyone else. Enjoy. (also, this was when I was a bit better at the whole fighting thing. ) Figured you'd like to see this, @Synbios. Pretty sure you would have gotten in if he didn't go dormant, you were an awesome Scion. Your log rocked.

http://pastebin.com/heBLeSkf

Thanks! 

That is one hell of a log there. I'm glad to have been a Scion, and ICly, though he has moved on, Synbios still treasures his time as a Scion and still keeps Mats' teachings to heart.

Rean

Quite welcome. I was waiting until the end of the event to post the log, but I didn't think it'd end so close to the holidays. Rean's pretty much retired now, except a little fighting here and there, probably. It's easily one of my favorite moments in Achaea, one day I'll post the log of Tanris and Rean in that epic Ascendants finale. It's probably like 9 gb or something.

Aitox

@Rean took me on a journey there with you! Fantastic log

@Lodi I got so excited by your log, I wanted to yell those word, too. Brilliant, as usual.

Tvistor

I had a great RP interaction with a Mhaldorian God--

Oh wait, no I didn't.

Rean

Aitox said:

@Rean took me on a journey there with you! Fantastic log

@Lodi I got so excited by your log, I wanted to yell those word, too. Brilliant, as usual.

Thanks! I appreciate that. Rean was the first to climb through the newest Scion stuff, hence Dumah talking about a new face. Everyone who joined once the latest Mats took over went through that (some much more rapidly than others, as Mats liked to remind us) and it's been well over a year, so it was nice to re-read it as I searched for logs.

@Lodi And damn, I would have nabbed you for Mats if I could have. Screw fighting ability, you're badass enough as is. Legendary sermon, how do you feel about Ashtan? (I kid. Partially, at least. But seriously though, if you want to join...)

Lodi

Rean said:

 ...how do you feel about Ashtan?

BURN THE HEATHEN!

(That's how Lodi feels. )