Roleplay Logs!

Argys

So small, barely counts as an rp log at all, but it made me grin.

(Hashan): You say, "Anyone available that could ink me a boar and moon? Things disappear faster than ale in a bar full of dwarves."

Boosteya tells you, "Hey, that's racist! No race has a monopoly on drunks."

You tell Discipulus Boosteya Ze'Dekiah, "Aye, but we hold a monopoly on the fastest consumption."

Boosteya tells you, "Do you really?"

Boosteya tells you, "And, is that a thing of which to be proud?"

You tell Discipulus Boosteya Ze'Dekiah, "Undoubtedly."

Halios

I think this counts as roleplay?

Worked on this during my christmas break so figured I'd share it:

The citizens of Mhaldor gathered at Red Square this month to witness a sermon.

Droch Halios, Seminarian of Proselytism says to Xenomorph, "With your permission Tyrannus I will begin."

Xenomorph nods his head at Halios.

Droch Halios, Seminarian of Proselytism says, "Greetings, all. Your attendance is appreciated."

Droch Halios, Seminarian of Proselytism says, "Hail to Lord Sartan, may these words glorify Him and Him only."

Droch Halios, Seminarian of Proselytism says, "I have served our true Master, Lord Sartan, since my inception. First as a Naga assassin and thief, then as an Apostate, and then in exile as a subversive Priest in the cess pool that was once Shallam, and then a weary Sylvan and finally Magi, wandering listlessly, distraught and lost without the presence of the Master I had dedicated my lifes works to."

Halios adopts a grave look of concern and purses his lips while you glimpse minute twinges of pain, anger, and frustration flash across his face.

Droch Halios, Seminarian of Proselytism says, "Sacrifice is more than dying at Sarapin. Sacrifice is more than dying twice in a conflict with a raiding group from another society. Sacrifice is much more imposing and daunting than these trivial instances."

Droch Halios, Seminarian of Proselytism says, "I speak not as someone driven by ego or some ill-formed sense of status. Status is an illusion. Rank is simply a linear ordering of commands. Those commands all derive from one source, our Master."

Halios gestures around the sky and the walls of Mhaldor, displaying the omnipresent nature of the Lord Sartan in all things.

Droch Halios, Seminarian of Proselytism says, "What I seek to instill upon you is a sense of urgency and a perspective that I feel is always needed. A revitalization, so to speak."

Droch Halios, Seminarian of Proselytism says, "I have lived near two hundred and fifty years as a part of this city. As a part of the machine that is Evil. Constantly churning and driving towards utter domination -- the ultimate cull of the weak. That is what Mhaldor is."

Droch Halios, Seminarian of Proselytism says, "This is not a sermon preaching to you the basic words written in the Truths. All citizens should know them by heart, even novices. This is about embodiment of not only the Truths, but the Masters purpose. I say to you, look at my scars. Look at my war-torn hands and stare into my eyes."

Droch Halios, Seminarian of Proselytism says, "Know that I view myself in my current form as a weak and ill-disciplined Slave in need of Suffering of Oppression. These scars remind me of what I was once was, and the trauma I will need to endure to release the weakness from my mortal coil."

Droch Halios, Seminarian of Proselytism says, "Understand how serious I am when I say that my Suffering and experiences stretch further than you can imagine. Many of them self-imposed, many of them self-imposed by stupidity, weakness, and capriciousness. These are things we all encounter. Do not fool yourself into a sense of immunity. I profess my weakness, but we all must know that none of us are the Master. All of us are weak. It is a relative term, not to be forgotten."

Halios adopts a braced position, cementing his heels and edges of his boots into the musty dirt floor, scattering aged bones and bits of flesh as he does so.

Droch Halios, Seminarian of Proselytism says, "One bit of weakness at a time. Now that I truly have your attention. I don't feel that this

message can be taken seriously while I still cling to my corporeal form."

Halios grimaces and gives a formal salute, crossing both hands across his chest and screams, US MAK REDUS URUT-SUUL-MU.

Halios drops to one knee.

Xenomorph begins to wield a Logosian Battleaxe in his right hand.

Xenomorph begins to wield a Logosian Battleaxe in his left hand.

Xenomorph raises his battleaxe over his head and begins to swing it in a

wide circle, gaining speed as he goes.

Xenomorph roars with triumph, and brings his whirling battleaxe speeding towards Halios, to slice his head from his shoulders. Halios's body collapses, fountaining blood.

Halios has been slain by Xenomorph.

Halios

The soul of Halios rises up with a hellish cackle, an ethereal wraith that seems to dissipate at one moment before filling the room with

tangible presence.

The soul of Halios says, "My message is simple Mhaldor: Wake up."

The soul of Halios says, "Do something."

The soul of Halios says, "I used to hold the attitude that rank or progression was the goal. It's not, let me tell you."

The soul of Halios says, "The goal, Mhaldor, is to decimate anyone who stands in our path."

The soul of Halios says, "The goal, Mhaldor, is to strip ourselves bare. Remove any form of weakness despite the immense toll it may take on you in the short term."

The soul of Halios begins chanting, each syllable building in ferocity. At the apex, his soul summons a levitating daeggar, chipped and foreign in appearance.

The soul of Halios says, "Say The goal Mhaldor, is to forget who we are. We are nothing. Halios is a name. Droch is a title. In reality, I would serve just as well as a decrepit zombie, for then I would be free of my emotion and personality. I would be the perfect servant of our Master."

Pointing towards his once-inhabited body, the waiting daegger begins raining corporeal blows upon it, inflicting pain which will follow through Thoth's halls.

The soul of Halios says, "In my time, we sacrificed ourselves constantly for essence for our Master. I have no authority over any of you. I once bore the title of Archai and a commanding rank in my guild and then house. But as I've said, that is all irrelevant."

The soul of Halios says, "Look inside yourselves Mhaldor. Realize who you are, and even more importantly, how little that matters. We are but a part of the machine, and belief in that machine and TOTAL commitment is what will garner victory. Nothing less will do."

The soul of Halios says, "Show our Master your commitment Mhaldor. Show Him your body is but a vessel for His glory. His power. His strength. His success. His truths."

The soul of Halios begins to chant in a furious, frenetic pace. Repeating the words his body spoke before, over and over: US MAK REDUS URUT-SUUL-MU.

The soul of Halios says, "These words are not my own. These are ancient words of power, things that represent something we once did as a city. Something important, something defining. You may have guessed Mhaldor: These words mean I WILL EMBRACE MY BLOODY DEATH."

The soul of Halios says, "Restore yourselves to the unit I once knew. The organization I died for incessantly, all the while laughing at the worries and the tears of the weak."

The soul of Halios says, "We should care not. We are not Cyrene. We are not Shallam. We are not Ashtan, nor Hashan, nor any other feeble minded group."

The soul of Halios says, "We are Mhaldor. Show yourselves citizens. Display across sapience our commitment. Join me in death. Show them our names are naught but symbols of his power. Our experience but a tool of his will. Our essence but a number he owns. We are Mhaldor. We are the machine."

The spirit of Halios appears diminished, drained of all conviction as it slumps to the ground, deflated and spent.

Seeing his situation to be hopeless, Halios embraces the cold clutches of death.

Xenomorph says in a gruff voice, "Citizens, Halios has spoken the truth we all know to be self-evident. We have been lax in our ritualistic

devotion that once was. Join him, either at my hand or your own."

At this, the gathered citizens slaughtered themselves or knelt before the Tyrannus, allowing our blood to splash across the square.

Tvistor

I used voyria because losing experience is what a professional would do.

Halios

Tvistor said:

I used voyria because losing experience is what a professional would do.

Xeno heartstopped after executing everyone so I could offer them all including him after I got back from praying.

*swoons*

Athanasius

I logged in to check messages (no clue there was a sermon going on), saw a slew of Mhaldorian deaths on deathsight (wtf, why are we killing each other?), run to the city, reach the Red Square moments before Xenomorph heartstops. Halios gives me the tl;dr version of the whole thing and throws lightning till I die: 

You tell Droch Halios, Seminarian of Proselytism in Mhaldorian, "What just happened here?"

2744h, 2387m, 12225e, 9750w ex-

Droch Halios, Seminarian of Proselytism says to you, "Kneel."

2744h, 2387m, 12225e, 9750w ex-kneel

You drop to one knee.

2744h, 2387m, 12225e, 9750w ex-

Halios tells you, "Sermon, we are offering ourselves."

2744h, 2387m, 12225e, 9750w ex-sip vitality

Halios points an elemental staff at you, and a bolt of lightning cascades out and roars, screaming, 

into your body.

 

(staffcast X 4)

The lightning bolt finishes you off, and as you die, your eyeballs explode out of their sockets with 

the fury of the storm.

You have been slain by Halios.

Halios

Dat Mhaldor.

Tanaar

Ritual for @Deucalion, posted on behalf of @Lyr, who didn't log it.

Lyr places a small amount of sage and cedar incense in an aurulent thurible.

Lyr kindles light and warmth in the heart of an aurulent thurible.

Lyr swings an aurulent thurible back and forth, sending a billowing cloud of incense-laden smoke into the air.

Lyr begins walking around the edge of the room counter-clockwise in slow steps.

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest says, "Let the smoke arising from this incense cleanse this place of all Chaotic energies."

Lyr continues slowly walking around the edge of the room.

Walking to the center of the room. Lyr kneels and whispers a prayer.

Lyr throws his arms wide and begins to speak in tongues.

The ground around you rumbles and shakes as the earth parts. A humble shrine of Deucalion rises from the ground.

<Mass sanctification spam, got it huge but just short of full>

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest smiles and says, "Perhaps we will sanctify it completely with Maim's corpse afterward."

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest says, "Welcome, everyone."

Atalkez raises his right hand and lightly touches the shrine. His face lights up with joy as images of Righteous Fire course through his mind.

Lyr turns to the pyre, gazing into the flames emanating from within. Raising his arms, he murmurs a prayer, and the flames roar higher.

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest says, "All of us have known loss. We have wandered the Halls of Sarapis and Maya and been embraced by the Lord of Death. We have seen our projects, our goals, our dear causes fail. More recently, we lost our home and watched in horror as the Te'Serra fell to the Worldreaver."

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest says, "Sacrifice, however, is not mere loss. It is the conscious act of willingly giving up something precious to us in order to serve a higher purpose."

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest says, "We are beset on all sides by beings and concepts that warp and twist the body and mind. These stains must be expurgated so that Creation may return to its purest state."

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest says, "Through the act of purification, we expunge these foreign elements and heal the world."

Lyr turns to face the assembled crowd.

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest says, "Today, those gathered here will experience both of these intertwined realms."

Lyr nods and begins to slowly pace.

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest says, "In each of our lives, there are things that prevent us from serving the causes of Good to our maximum potential."

Lyr stops, turning to face the crowd as the pyre begins to crackle hungrily.

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest says, "Old mindsets. Bad habits. Unhealthy relationships."

Taking a small pair of tongs Lyr retrieves a smouldering ember from the pyre.

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest says, "This ember is a small part of the pyre's flame. Let it represent the Lord Righteous's fire, purifying as it burns."

Lyr extends his right hand.

Lyr winces as he drops the ember into his open right palm.

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest says, "The recognition and confession of one's flaws in public is both a sacrifice and a purification. We give over our often-prideful reputation as we cleanse the negative thoughts that hinder us."

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest says, "Only by acknowledgment can purification occur."

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest says, "I will begin."

His face expressing a mixture of agony and piety, Lyr clenches the ember tightly in his right hand.

Lyr says through clenched teeth in a strained voice, "I become angry with myself when I fall in battle against Nihilists. This anger often leads to self-pity, and I begin to think myself unworthy of His patronage."

Lyr says through clenched teeth in a strained voice, "I ask of you, Lord Righteous, to let this emotion be used instead to fuel my fervour in obliterating their foul presence within Creation."

Lyr opens his right palm revealing the ash that remains of the ember.

Lyr sighs heavily, a burden seemingly lifted from him.

Lyr wipes away the ash on a white cloth.

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest says, "Step forward, my brothers in the Caefir Conlaodh, you who have pledged a life of sacrifice to the Lord."

The flame of the pyre surges skyward in acknowledgment of the beseeching prayer.

Halos steps foward.

Wyverex steps forward from the crowd.

Taking the tongs, Lyr retrieves a bright-burning ember, placing it in Halos's palm.

Halos turns towards the pyre, considering the burning ember in his hands.

Father Halos Vorondil says, "I lose confidence in myself when things in the world do not go as planned. Ritual, combat, and sermons are things which I can and have failed at. Fear holds me back betimes."

Father Halos Vorondil says, "That is pride."

Father Halos Vorondil says, "I ask that instead I might feel pride in my accomplishments, and fight onwards, as I know I will as best I can for the Lord."

Halos frowns at a pyre.

The flames crackle and hiss as they drink in the prayer like fresh kindling.

Lyr hands his cloth to Halos.

Bowing his head, Halos wipes his hands clean with the white cloth.

Lyr flashes Halos a joyous smile.

Lyr turns his gaze to Wyverex.

Taking the tongs, Lyr retrieves a bright-burning ember, placing it in Wyverex's palm.

Wyverex closes has hand around the burning ember.

Sir Ariye Wyverex Zuiho_sho, Caefir Knight says, "Im a fighter, when the Lord of Valour fell, a part of me fell with Him. I felt stranded and lost for some time. Shallam soon fell as well, and I felt even more lost."

Sir Ariye Wyverex Zuiho_sho, Caefir Knight says, "Lord Deucalion, in You I regained my faith and the fire within me was rekindled."

Sir Ariye Wyverex Zuiho_sho, Caefir Knight says, "I have new direction and I won't falter."

As the fire intensifies, a wash of hot air presses against your face, warming your cheeks.

Wyverex opens his palm and reveals ash contained within.

Lyr motions to Halos.

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest says, "The cloth, please."

Halos hands Wyverex a white cloth.

Wyverex flashes Halos a joyous smile.

Wyverex wipes his right hand clean, removing clumps of ash.

Lyr nods.

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest says, "Those among you seeking to serve the Righteous Fire and who are ready to show sacrifice, step forward."

You have emoted: Tanaar steps forward.

Atalkez steps forward.

Eril steps forward.

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest asks you, "Are you ready to show your devotion?"

You say to Lyr with an erudite accent, "I am."

Taking the tongs, Lyr retrieves a bright-burning ember and places it in your palm.

You have emoted: Tanaar receives the ember on his outstretched palm with a wince and swiftly-suppressed gasp of pain.

You have emoted: Tanaar's eyes close and his teeth clench as he grips the smouldering ember tightly, his flesh sizzling.

You say with an erudite accent, "I have been weak of faith for many long years. Centuries. I did not recognize the threat of Chaos in my youth, and trivialized it in my adulthood. Now, in my old age, I have come to see the truth, and dedicate myself to it."

You say with an erudite accent, "I ask that my sloth and laxity be purged from me, that I may serve the Divine Conflagration with opened eyes and a dedicated heart."

You have emoted: Tanaar squeezes the ember tighter, letting it burn to ash.

Wyverex gives a white cloth to Tanaar.

You have emoted: Tanaar opens his hand, wiping the ash from his seared palm.

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest asks Atalkez, "Are you ready to show your devotion?"

Atalkez nods his head emphatically.

Taking the tongs, Lyr retrieves a bright-burning ember and places it in Atalkez's palm.

Atalkez recieves the ember with a slight gnash of his teeth, which he quickly suppresses, closing his palm around the ember.

Atalkez says in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "Young that I may be, I have witnessed much and more in my time. I have seen Evil and Chaos lay waste to our once beloved City of Shallam. I have witnessed an Evil unlike any other in Bal'met and his minions. I have seen the horrors of what can be, and what we must stop. I devote myself to Lord Deucalion in this battle, for without honor and sacrifice, Chaos and Evil will triumph. To You, my Lord, I willingly give myself."

Atalkez squeezes his palm, forcing the Fire from the ember to quench, reveling in its absorption into his being.

You have emoted: Tanaar passes a stained white cloth to Atalkez.

Atalkez wipes the accumulated ash onto the cloth, staining it further.

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest asks Eril, "Are you ready to show your devotion?"

Eril says to Lyr in a calm and deep voice, "I am Father."

Taking the tongs, Lyr retrieves a bright-burning ember and places it in Eril's palm.

Eril closes his eyes and lowers his head as the ember sizzles upon his palm, before raising his eyes once more, exhaling softly.

Eril says in a calm and deep voice, "After the fall, I lost sight of purpose, and of what needed to be done. For a period, I considered allowing this to affect my actions, and even considered dormancy."

Eril says in a calm and deep voice, "It was through the service of Lord Deucalion that I found my purpose again. I have my reason again, and am prepared to dedicate my very being to serving him. I give myself willingly and happily to You, Lord Deucalion."

Eril closes his fist around the ember, opening it a moment later, the ash blowing softly in the wind from his palm.

Atalkez give a stained cloth to Eril.

Eril wipes what remains of the ash from his palm, letting them fall to the ground.

Lyr smiles and nods.

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest says, "If there are others among you who are ready to show sacrifice, step forward now."

Zuko steps forward.

Lyr nods his head at Zuko.

Taking the tongs, Lyr retrieves a bright-burning ember and places it in Zuko's palm.

From the back of those gathered, Adet steps silently forward.

Zuko stretches out his palm to receive the ember. As it drops into his palm he feels the intense heat course through his entire hand forcing him to grit is teeth to refrain from crying out in pain.

Zuko grasps the ember tightly in his hand, his face looking somber as he looks into the pyre.

Student Zuko Shu'in-Crescent, Son of Veldrin says, "In the first few months after my rebirth, I was able to live an ordinary life. But soon, the changes we all experienced began to take place. The fall of Ashaxei, the rise of Bal'met. As the events continued to unfold, the outlook for Shallam began to look grimmer and grimmer, until finally with the loss of the Te'Serra, we collapsed into the dark depths of the sea. Becoming a refugee has opened my eyes to the strength of the Light, and how with the guidance of Your Righteous Fire we can once again triumph over Chaos and Evil. I am Your Devout, Lord Deucalion, I am willing to adhere my entire being to you."

Zuko clenches the ember tightly in his grasp, forcing it to extinguish as he absorbs the flame's life.

Eril hands the cloth to Zuko with a smile.

Zuko wipes his hand clean of the remnants of the ember.

Lyr nods his head at Adet.

Taking the tongs, Lyr retrieves a bright-burning ember and places it in Adet's palm.

With a sharp intake of breath, Adet closes a fist around the ember, grimacing as he does so.

Adet says in a quiet, thoughtful voice, "I too often stand quiet, set somewhat apart from those others who have suffered the fall of Shallam. This harms us as a group, as we are stronger when we all know one another."

As a thin tendril of smoke escapes his clenched hand, Adet continues.

Adet says in a quiet, thoughtful voice, "I am also guilty of pride. Through shame, I will often hesitate to ask for help, to admit that my own knowledge and abilities are lacking. This leaves me ill-prepared in our ongoing battles. Henceforth, I will endeavour to speak up when I have something to say, to ask for help when I need it, and to integrate myself better with those around me."

Adet releases his grip, revealing a small pile of white ash.

Zuko hands the cloth softly to Adet.

Adet wipes his hand clean using the cloth, small flakes of ash falling to the ground.

Wordlessly, Adet returns the cloth to Lyr.

Lyr raises both of his hands, and a healing red light emanates from him, healing the burned palms of the faithful.

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest says, "Take these last traces of our sins, O Righteous Fire, that they be purged from us, and that we might do You more honest service."

Lyr hurls the blackened cloth into the raging pyre.

Lyr lowers his head respectfully.

The pyre flares with sudden brilliance as it consumes the cloth.

Awash in lambent splendor, Deucalion manifests.

Atalkez bows respectfully to Deucalion.

Thaumas lowers his head respectfully before Deucalion.

Silas lowers his head respectfully before Deucalion.

Atalkez drops to one knee before Deucalion.

Lyr drops to one knee before Deucalion.

Wyverex bows respectfully to Deucalion.

You drop to one knee before Deucalion.

Eril drops to one knee before Deucalion.

Davio bows respectfully to Deucalion.

Goggo drops to one knee before Deucalion.

Deucalion nods.

Ysebelle curtseys respectfully before Deucalion.

Niks drops to one knee before Deucalion.

Adet drops to one knee.

Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "You find your way back one step at a time."

Atalkez drops to one knee before Deucalion.

Kaiu drops to one knee before Deucalion.

Alexius drops to one knee before Deucalion.

Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "From the precipice of destruction."

Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "You now move towards an act of creation."

Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "A new thing is born when you sacrifice a part of yourself, when you yield."

Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "I accept your sacrifices, your offerings, this shrine is sanctified by what you have given up to the flame."

Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "May you continue to serve Me faithfully. Do this and I will not forsake you."

Fire and fury attend Deucalion, His form burning swiftly into little more than ash and smoke.

Father Lyr Darion, Caefir Archpriest says, "Thank you all for coming, and may the Fire of devotion to the causes of Good continue to flare within your hearts."

Tanaar

^Slightly edited for spelling and grammar, because it's really hard on my eyes if I don't. Didn't fix the really cumbersome errors, like "grimmer and grimmer," but adding commas, fixing obvious spelling errors, and tweaking other little stuff makes it easier to read.

Halios

Flagged, everyone knows it's not a ceremony/ritual unless people die.

Synbios

Halios said:

Flagged, everyone knows it's not a ceremony/ritual unless people die.

The ember died, and along with it, all of Cain's hopes and dreams. Therefore, it counts.

Lyr

I half-expected Cain to show up and crash the party, considering his Spidey-sense for embers.

Melodie

I debated posting this, considering I'm still in the thick of everything, but decided it wasn't overly revealing. Below is a brief encounter I had during one of my rather deeper "ugh this sucks" times. To whoever did the following, thank you very kindly for the uplifting message. It really nearly had me tearing up, which sounds lame, but ohwell.

Enjoy.

--

I was in the middle of explaining to Aerek the full contents of Melodie's situation, when:

You have emoted: Melodie slumps against a nearby pew as she rubs her face with her hands.

A priest smiles warmly at you as he enters from the south.

Just shy of six feet tall, Father Garron is a stout man of advancing age. Smile lines and crows feet adorn his well-tanned face. Garron stands straight and tall, his shoulders back and head held high. Eyes the colour of robins' eggs reflect intelligence and discipline. Bushy, expressive eyebrows droop over his gaze, one slightly higher than the other. Closely-cropped white whiskers frame his jawline. He is wearing an ivory-white robe.

 Father Garron exudes a quiet confidence.

He weighs about 170 pounds.

He is loyal to Jaru.

You see nothing in it.

You have emoted: Melodie lifts her head.

Aerek takes a place nearby on the pew.

Aerek sits down.

You say with a flowing, cultured accent, "Father Garron. Welcome."

Aerek puffs on his pipe, exhaling a billowing cloud of smoke.

You incline your head politely to Father Garron.

Aerek stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

Aerek lowers his head respectfully before Father Garron.

Father Garron inclines his head slightly.

Sir Aerek LastGoodbye says with a smooth, Cyrenian accent, "Father, welcome to Cyrene."

Father Garron says, "Thank you. I wish I came under better circumstances."

With a slight motion, Aerek nods in acknowledgment.

You ask with a flowing, cultured accent, "Something we can do for you, Father?"

Aerek frowns at you.

Father Garron says, "Rather the opposite. I came to see to you, Lady Melodie."

Father Garron says, "It is a terrible thing, to be cleaved from the wellspring that has sustained you so long."

You have emoted: Melodie clasps her hands before herself, nodding sorrowfully.

You say with a flowing, cultured accent, "It's worse than I could have ever imagined."

Father Garron says, "The Lightbringer's judgment is potent. The Lord and Lady hold us to high expectations, those who draw from that sacred fount."

Father Garron says, "My heart is heavy for you, but Her judgment has shone a light to illuminate the dark corners of your heart and soul."

Father Garron says, "I came because I wanted you to know that I pray for you."

Father Garron says, "I pray that the light will not leave you blind, but illuminate your way."

You have emoted: Melodie offers the smallest of smiles.

Sir Aerek LastGoodbye says with a smooth, Cyrenian accent, "I am certain it shall."

Sir Aerek LastGoodbye says to you with a smooth, Cyrenian accent, "So long as the Lady accepts what is revealed to her, be it for good or ill."

You say with a flowing, cultured accent, "Thank you, Father. Your words are very kind."

You say with a flowing, cultured accent, "I begrudge Her not for it. She was right in what She did, and I have failed the expectations laid before us as followers of the Light."

Father Garron says, "From a distance the Lord and Lady shine with glory and warmth. But when They draw close in judgment They are terrible in Their wrath."

You say quietly with a flowing, cultured accent, "Indeed."

Father Garron says, "I pray that the spark may one day alight anew in you, Lady Melodie. That you may rekindle again the righteous fervor of the devout."

You say with a flowing, cultured accent, "I pray and work for the same, Father Garron. Truly."

Aerek nods his head at you, showing his acceptance.

Sir Aerek LastGoodbye says to Father Garron with a smooth, Cyrenian accent, "You are gracious, Father."

Father Garron says, "Then may our prayers and deeds find favour."

You say with a flowing, cultured accent, "Your words mean a great deal to me. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart."

You say with a flowing, cultured accent, "I will work to walk the path before me steadfastly."

Father Garron lets a faint smile tug up at the corners of his lips, though the expression fails to spread.

You say with a flowing, cultured accent, "Is there anything I can offer you, Father? You've come a long way to offer a fallen priestess your prayers."

Father Garron says, "I cannot claim to be glad in the face of such judgment. It is not a thing for joy. But I am grateful for Their justice and that you stand here resolute to find your way back to Their grace."

Aerek takes a long drag from his pipe before releasing a smoke cloud that smells musty.

You have emoted: Melodie manages a somewhat wider smile.

Father Garron says, "No, Lady. I thank you for the offer of hospitality."

Bowing and humbly excusing himself, Father Garron leaves to the south.

Lyr

Aww, I love Father Garron.

Terra

Me too. I just realized I miss interacting with him.

Halos

Garron Makes Everything Better.™

Jurixe

Nothing particularly special, just a light moment in the middle of business that I thought I'd share. Iaeum always makes my day when he pops in.

This word limit thing is really annoying, so here - http://pastebin.com/jqbwMb0L

Krypton

Silas said:

Rich motes of lucent clarity suffuse the skies as the Lightbringer evokes, "Melodie Le'Murzen. Light denies you on this day. Let you ever suffer the scorn of your peers. You are banished from the grace of devotion."

Melodie said:

Father Garron says, "I pray that the spark may one day alight anew in you, Lady Melodie. That you may rekindle again the righteous fervor of the devout."

Do Gods overreact? Because if they don't, then it looks like Garron is dishonoring Aurora's wishes.

Xer

@Jurixe: Lyaeus was definitely doing that intentionally IMO >.> Also looking forward to new changes and events

Silas

Yeah, Garron's response is a bit weird given the circumstances. C'est la vie, though.

Chord

IC:
Father Garron isn't quite her peer, though. He's a important leadership figure for not only the city of Jaru, but has been used in several events as a man esteemed for his spirituality.

This is much different than if, say, Wyverex had reached out to her in hope for redemption. In a philosophy that is all about enabling growth through the admission of pure, unblighted truth -- it is the place of the spiritualist of highest esteem to reach out to those who have fallen the furthest from Light.

OOC:
It's never fun from a player perspective to have done to you what happened to Melodie. You feel chastised for your decisions as a player trying to enjoy the game and your avatar suffers the penalties (as valid as the trespasses may be).

This reaching out by the Gods to ensure the player that there is a recourse and chance for redemption causes this to allow Melodie to turn her legacy from being a mandatory, "Melodie was the Priestess who allowed herself to be tainted forever before she disappeared to never return," to "Melodie was a Priestess who lost her way, but through hard work and determination, she did X, Y, and Z." Where X, Y, and Z can be any number of things that Melodie now has available to her.

Silas

Well, to me it looks more like Deucalion disagreeing with Aurora (since we all know that Garron = Deuc's), which is the absolute last thing Shallam needs. Melodie has her own personal Patron to turn to for comfort, and you don't need Garron going to speak to her and sympathise with her to let her know that redemption is possible - especially not after Aurora has demanded that nobody show her sympathy.

Still, can't be undone, so I'll just hope that it was instead just a harmless gesture.

Chord

I do agree with that, for sure. We need a unified front, and I was unaware that Garron was exclusively Deuc-leaning.

Halos

What Chord said.

Deucalion and Aurora have been on the same page since Aurora arrived, It would have been strange to see Deucalion, or even Wyverex go over and attempt to console Melodie. To Deuc, Melodie is a heretic undeserving of mercy. As for Garron, I'm not so sure you know enough about him to draw the conclusion that anything he says is fiat from Deuc. There is a certain distinction between Deucalion's outlook and Garron's as a character, as we have seen a few times. Storywise, Garron--the humble priest from Jaru--is free to plant the suggestion that there is hope while allowing Deuc and Aurora to maintain stern condemnation for her sinful actions.

Silas

Yeah, I dunno. I just checked after reading this as well, and it looks like Deuc's Order is maintaining their shrine in Cyrene despite Aurora's stance. Bit strange, since despite how much it sucks for Melodie, and how much people do sympathise with her IC and/or OOC, the excommunication has been very widely well-received by the refugees that I've spoken to. It looked like this was going to be the start of undoing *shallam's longstanding alliance with Cyrene as we get ready to move into the new city on a clean, bold and clear slate. I really hope, given that, that this is just a minor misstep/miscommunication.

ETA: Not to drag this on, because I don't want it to seem like I'm super gung ho about Melodie being excommed or anything, lol, but Garron has set himself up as being one of Deuc's followers. Maybe it's not as widely known as I assumed, and it's entirely possible (and I hope that it's true) that I'm making more of this than was intended, but to me at least Garron represents Deuc since that's how it's been presented to me.

Chryenth

I don't want to drag this out, and I have no idea what's going on IC for obvious reasons, but is it possible that Garron isn't purely a priest of Deucalion - he's also a kindly old man who wants to comfort a friend in need, even at the expense of (possibly) angering his God's bloodsworn? Maybe this was a moment of mortal weakness that he'll atone for in prayer or some such.

Lyr

:-\"

Katzchen

Maybe it's all part of a secret plot to lure Melodie to Shallam.

Iocun

I think we can treat it IC as what Chryenth said: as simply a mortal person doing as mortals do and not being perfect embodiments of divine wishes, while acknowledging that on an OOC level it probably happened in order to tell Melodie's player "sorry we had to do this. Don't take it personally, we still approve of you behind the scenes", which really is a decent thing to do if you take away an entire skill of a long-standing player for good (lolpun).

P.S. It also shouldn't really cause problems of divisiveness among the refugees, since I assume that no refugee even knows about that episode IC, unless Melodie or Aerek told them about it.

Chryenth

Wait, I was relevant for once?

Time to start posting only tangentially related things again. Ritual I performed several RL months ago now.

You say, "So. To begin, then."

 

You say, "Today, we are celebrating the season of Eostermonath."

 

At the sound of the last word, a ruby set into the walls begins to glow slightly.

 

You say, "This season represents Fire as a force to guide and create."

 

The crystalline lights in the hall dim, some going out entirely, leaving the single glowing ruby to

illuminate the entire scene.

 

In the dim light, Chryenth moves his hands in a flowing, circular movement.

 

Refracting the light of the glowing ruby, a sphere of air some three meters across distorts, bending

the red glow inwards.

 

You say, "Fire guides us."

 

The distorted sphere is suddenly filled with the image of a torch. Quickly, the image shifts to a

brazier, a campfire, and a succession of other items.

 

You say, "Fire help us create."

 

A red-gold forge appears in the center of the distortion, surrounded by leaping flames.

 

You smile impishly and say, "Sometimes, it helps us create destruction."

 

The sphere collapses, glowing brightly, then expands rapidly in an illusion of a holocaust globe. In

the brief moment before it vanishes, a city with a tall emerald spire appears, engulfed in flames.

 

You say, "We are the chosen warriors of the Phoenix. Its Fire burns within us."

 

The light from the ruby begins to wax stronger, and spreads to the surrounding crystals. Soon, the

hall is filled with a rainbow of colored light.

 

As the light rises, you feel your blood fizz as your connection with Fire is renewed.

 

You say, "It is manifest in our burning drive to succeed."

 

You feel your mind expand slightly as the light levels return to normal, your creativity kindled by

the ritual.

 

Chryenth brings his hands together, signaling the end of the ritual.

 

You say, "Thank you for attending, friends. May Kkractle guide and inspire you."