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That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
It's been an amazing few hours. Might be the best event ever
Two years ago, I innocently wandered into Mhaldor. One of my first novice tasks was speaking with a Sartai about Evil, and I got to speak with @Saeva. That stark and startling conversation set Stheno on her path. Hey, I thought. I really want to be an Evil priestess! Like all good things, it wasn't easy, but Mhaldor is inspiring. There are silent heroes here who always told me I could do it. Thank you for never letting me give up.
And thank you to @Sartan for scaring the life out of me, in front of everyone. Just rip my heart out with my soul.
A lean, cloaked figure steps forward.
Nissa, the Head Archivist of the Lucretian Athenaeum looks about herself suspiciously.
The shape of the hooded figure twists and contorts, growing in size as the red eyes shift to a deep golden hue and the being morphs into the malignant form of the God of Evil.
Taryius drops to one knee before Sartan.
Jurixe drops to one knee before Sartan.
Nissa, the Head Archivist of the Lucretian Athenaeum bows respectfully to Sartan.
Aegoth drops to one knee before Sartan.
Lanre drops to one knee before Sartan.
His fist clenched over his chest, Zackery bends his right knee to genuflect before Sartan.
Kairula drops to one knee.
Eliana bows respectfully to Sartan.
Thule drops to one knee before Sartan.
A tiny halfling child gives a horrified gasp.
Stheno pushes out her chair and kneels on the stage.
Placing her clenched fist over her heart, Auria inclines her head politely towards Sartan.
Shirszae curtseys respectfully before Sartan.
Reiloch bows respectfully to Sartan.
Asani bows respectfully to Sartan.
Martien bows respectfully to Sartan.
Xindra drops to one knee before Sartan.
Siduri curtseys respectfully before Sartan.
Torial curtseys respectfully before Sartan.
Crixos prostrates himself before Sartan in abject servitude.
Sartan, the Malevolent says to Stheno, "You have faltered and stumbled, but throughout your struggles, your faith to Me has not wavered."
Sartan, the Malevolent says, "Kneel, and recite the oath that blazes before your eyes."
The voice of her Lord sends a tremor through her body, but Stheno swiftly sinks to a deferential position and flattens her palms against the dais.
Taryius' lips turn upwards into a malicious grin as his eyes gleam with zeal towards Stheno.
Stheno says to Sartan in a golden voice, "I pledge my life, my being, and my eternal soul to the Lord of Evil and the Path of His Seven Truths."
Stheno says to Sartan in a golden voice, "I shall seek through the use of discipline and pain to spur the advancement of nothing less than sentient life upon this plane, and all others."
Stheno's breathing slows to an unearthly calm.
Keorin folds her arms neatly behind her back as she carefully watches from the side, her thumbs lightly tracing over her palms.
Stheno says to Sartan in a golden voice, "I shall eliminate my mental, physical, and spiritual weaknesses from myself, and see all that possess the same are purged from the population."
Stheno says darkly to Sartan in a golden voice, "I avow as my enemies the effeminate values of forgiveness, tolerance, and laxity of discipline."
Stheno says to Sartan in a golden voice, "I shall strengthen my body through combat, my mind through the elimination of conscience, and my spirit through enduring Hardships, both self and externally imposed."
Stheno's pale hair falls over her knuckles, spilling across the wood in her prostrate position.
Stheno says to Sartan in a golden voice, "I shall endeavour to spread His Will to all corners of Creation, and further the Dominion of Evil."
Stheno says faithfully to Sartan in a golden voice, "I shall obey His commands at whatever cost, putting Evil before all. My life and my soul belong to Him, and through Him, I too grow stronger."
Stheno says to Sartan in a golden voice, "Your will are my actions. All will kneel before You, or be destroyed."
Stheno dares to raise her head and risk a glance at the Lord Malevolence.
Stheno says to Sartan in a golden voice, "All this and more I swear, before His Council of Emal'daeon, before His Legions, and above all else, before the Lord of Evil."
Stheno's final promise seals her fate.
With taciturn malice, Sartan nods His head at Stheno.
Leaning slightly forward, Sartan reaches out with His left hand, fingers outstretched like talons.
Taryius' lips peel backwards as he watches on with malevolent glee.
Stheno rises slightly into the air, unable to move or cry out as His hand enters her chest and a ripple of pain echoes through her body.
Aegoth cackles hellishly.
Saibel's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.
Stheno's breathing quickens again, her eyes widening in terror and dark ecstasy.
Melodie's eyes widen faintly.
The Lord of Evil withdraws His hand from Stheno's chest, releasing her from the unseen prison as He viciously rips a part of her away.
Smiling madly, Stheno stifles a scream. Her shaking hand goes to her chest, clutching at what remains.
The Evil God's palm faces skywards, within His grasp the translucent, glowing substance of Stheno's soul.
Stheno whispers to Sartan in a golden voice, "My Lord. My Lord eternal."
His eyes blazing anew with hellish flames, Sartan breathes upon the glowing substance. The formless material becomes consumed by a terrible and mighty black fire that turns the fine translucence as dark as coal.
An icy calm descends over Stheno, transforming her look of rapture to one of cold resolve.
The formerly shapeless substance of Stheno's soul shrinks into a black stone orb, held aloft in the Malevolent One's hand.
Sartan gives a bronze Ring of Iniquity to Stheno.
Stheno puts on a bronze Ring of Iniquity.
Sartan, the Malevolent says, "This shard of your soul I return to you."
Sartan, the Malevolent says, "Rise, My Chosen."
As a bronze Ring of Iniquity joins the collection of rings across Stheno's knuckles, it dwarfs all else with its crimson glimmer.
Stheno rises to her feet before Lord Sartan.
Rancorous howls precede the stench of undeath as a swarm of decrepit hands rend open Creation above the City of Mhaldor, releasing a shower of ash from its infernal depths, conferring the dreadful benison of the God of Evil.
Saibel roars fiercely.
Creation convulses before acquiescing to the exodus of the Malevolent One.
Taryius steps forward, placing a blistered hand upon Stheno's shoulder and lowering his gaze towards her.
Saibel's blackened hand leaves a faint trail of ash as she acknowledges Stheno with a formal salute.
Taryius says to Stheno in a harsh, rasping voice, "Welcome to the Hand."
Melodie dips her head low towards Stheno with a wide smile.
A tiny halfling child stares on in frightened horror.
Iloisee beams broadly at Stheno.
Nissa, the Head Archivist of the Lucretian Athenaeum looses a held breath and coughs extremely quietly.
Reaching down with a massive hand, Sartan lifts your head and draws a taloned finger across your throat, the wound closing as He does so.
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.
He needs a bath, so why not?
You have scored a CRUSHING CRITICAL hit!
A wispy sigh drifts from an Unsidhe Banshee's lips as she crumbles to the floor in a flurry of moth
-eaten chiffon.
You have slain an Unsidhe Banshee, retrieving the corpse.
Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have advanced to level 110.
You have reached the illustrious level of 2nd Stratum of Puissance.
A large pile of sovereigns spills from the corpse, flying into your hands before they can reach the
ground.
You feel a surge of energy course through your body as a scarlet silk cape feeds upon the lifeforce
of your fallen foe.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
[...]
Mirna, a fairy lady-in-waiting says, "More mortal men and women have destroyed their marriages for the fae than you can imagine. Yet you fear a simple mortal woman."
Reaching down with a massive hand, Sartan lifts your head and draws a taloned finger across your throat, the wound closing as He does so.
Aegis, God of War says, "You are dismissed from My demense, Astarod. Go forth and fight well. Bleed fiercely, and climb the purpose you have sought to chase for."
Now you know.
Also, @Astarod, don't forget the non-decay figurehead you stole that you're advertising on market.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
Aegis, God of War says, "You are dismissed from My demense, Astarod. Go forth and fight well. Bleed fiercely, and climb the purpose you have sought to chase for."
Thought it was resetting, might not be, we've had it five hours now?
Aegis, God of War says, "You are dismissed from My demense, Astarod. Go forth and fight well. Bleed fiercely, and climb the purpose you have sought to chase for."
As for the guard bash... A) That's staff tradition and your lot did it when you had staff too, so shut the fuck up about it. Though I can pretty much promise that retaliatory guard bashes are upcoming. And B ), since you are perpetually saying how you are never butthurt, you love all forms of pk and conflict... shut the fuck up about it. Or rejoice, because see point A.
And as a side note, not that long ago you instakilled me in Thera with no cause whatsoever except you thought I was hogging the denizen interaction there. So seriously, you're the last person who should get to point at any killing and call it 'illegal'.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."