Crimson Moon Report 79

Crimson Moon Report #79 - June 30, 2012
Summary: The Argent Mirror recognizes and titles those who've participated in finding a cure for the blight. Hanos appears after the ceremony to give some grim news.
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Official post by Valyrka on 6/17/2012
Myasara, Argent Mirror of Ta'Illistim, is proud to announce a formal audience to recognize the brave adventurers who fought back against the rise of the lornon followers during the past year. She will also make an important announcement regarding the blight that has threatened the lands for so many months. The event will take place in Ta'Illistim Keep on the thirtieth day of Lumnea at 3:30 in the afternoon. All are invited to attend, and proper attire and etiquette is expected.
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The following is a log of the ceremony.
[T(a'Illistim Keep, The Argentate]
The airy chamber is rectangular, its ceiling a soaring vault of reflective silver-gilt mosaic. Beneath the glassy mirror is an open expanse of polished stone flooring and a rostrum, the surface raised three stairsteps above the rest of the room. Two doors, mistwood paneled in silver plating, mark the long walls of the hall, and an immense arch stands opposite the platform. You also see a guardsman.
Also here: Fintan, Caylio, Lord Aeriadrn, Gasen, Seeress Ephelysse, Laethia, Mithogras, Lady Naralin, Halgur, Eulogia, Fjalar, Lady Amyia, Nilandia
Obvious exits: none
Fintan nods to you.
Fjalar folds his hands behind his back.
Again, the member of the Sapphire Guard pounds the butt of his halberd against the stone floor -- rapping three times. His booming voice announces, "The Ladies and Lord Councillors of Thrones."
Straightening her back, Naralin gives a formal, low curtsy. She inclines her head as well, giving a brief nod.
Lady Ardtin just came through an immense ogee arch.
Several women, and one man, process through the Argentate towards the rostrum. Their pace is slow, though dignified, and several are helped along by solicitous pages. One woman, liberally decked in glimaerstones, refuses all help.
You see Lady Ardtin Greyvael Illistim the Lady Councillor of Thrones.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is slight in stature and appears to be venerable. She has pale blue eyes and fair, though aged skin. She has long, fine sterling hair coiled atop her head and pinned with a glimaerstone-tipped hairpin. She has a refined, high cheekboned architecture to her face and a slender, tapered pair of pointed ears.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a vaalorn latticework necklet threaded with shining ultramarine glimaerstones, a cowl-necked heather silk gown, a vaalorn mesh reticule, and a pair of pointy-toed bluish grey silk slippers.
A loud voice in the crowd whispers, "I hear Lady Ardtin has had words with the Argent Mirror."
A final time, the member of the Sapphire Guard pounds the butt of his halberd against the stone floor -- each sharp rap sounding like a crack of thunder. Around the room, several ladies drop into curtsies and men into half bows. The guardsman, his voice deep, announces, "Lady Myasara Illistim, Illistim's Argent Mirror, Head of House Illistim, Monarch of the Illistimi People, Defender of Ta'Illistim and Keeper of Knowledge."
Myasara just came through an immense ogee arch.
Straightening her back, Naralin gives a formal, low curtsy. She inclines her head as well, giving a brief nod.
The long, gossamer skirts of Laethia's elegant gown puddle around her feet as she sinks into a curtsy low enough to honor royalty.
Myasara's attendants arrive.
Myasara passes through the open aisle in the center of the assembled crowd, pausing before the rostrum. She regards the large chair and the book atop it with respect, then takes her own seat on the lower throne.
Ephelysse bows to Myasara.
Nilandia reaches out and touches her green glimaerstone.
Nilandia clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
Myasara walks over to the throne and settles down.
You see Queen Myasara, Illistim's Argent Mirror.
Myasara is surrounded by attendants, and a group of Sapphire Guards stands at attention nearby.
She is an Elf. She has large, faintly tilted grey eyes and luminous, though pale, skin. She has long, silky auburn hair worn loosely fettered by three platinum bands. The planes of her cheekbones and the tips of her ears are both sharply slanted, giving her an angular quality.
She is wearing a coronal of overlapping platinum feathers, a platinum back-lariat suspending clear glimaerstone droplets, a long-lined pale blue linen gown adorned with clear glimaerstone roses, a thumb signet, and a pair of gilt-soled white linen slippers.
Myasara smiles.
You really shouldn't be trying to pry into whatever Myasara is doing.
Myasara says, "Good day my Ladies, my Lords."
Myasara gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
Ephelysse bows to Tredohal.
Aeriadrn just opened a sapphire blue leather folio.
Aeriadrn removes a piece of heavy parchment from in his blue leather folio.
Aeriadrn offers Myasara a piece of heavy parchment.
Myasara accepts Aeriadrn's piece of heavy parchment.
(Mithogras bows respectfully.)
Myasara nods at Aeriadrn.
Myasara reads over her parchment, unrolling it as she does.
High Inquisitor Brinret just slipped quietly through an immense ogee arch, his group following closely.
Myasara offers Aeriadrn a piece of heavy parchment.
Speaking to Aeriadrn, Myasara says, "Thank you, my Lord Seneschal."
You smile at Shilarra.
Aeriadrn accepts Myasara's piece of heavy parchment.
Aeriadrn bows.
Shilarra bows to Myasara.
Long, shadowy tendrils branch out from Eulogia's cloak, as if dancing in the air before her.
Brinret loses a thorny barrier.
Shilarra smiles at you.
Myasara says, "It is my pleasure to be your Argent Mirror during this time of good fortune."
A look of concentration briefly passes across Nilandia's face.
Dark red droplets seep out of Nilandia's skin and evaporate.
Myasara says, "Much has happened in recent months."
Myasara smiles at the audience gathered.
You see Lord Aeriadrn Ghaeriden Illistim the Seneschal of Ta'Illistim Keep.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is tall and appears to be aged. He has small, flinty grey eyes and pale skin. He has shoulder length, thick platinum hair tucked neatly behind his ears. He has an angular face and a sharp, pointed chin.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a piece of heavy parchment in his right hand and a sapphire blue leather folio in his left hand.
He is wearing a fitted silver-on-blue brocade cotehardie, an enameled silver signet ring, a thin silver hip-belt, some argent silk hosen, and some gilt-heeled blue leather shoes.
Myasara says, "We have the honor of officially announcing the end of the blight in the lands."
Brinret leans against an immense ogee arch.
Brinret folds his arms over his chest.
Laethia smiles.
You applaud.
You feel your cheeks flush slightly.
Nilandia smiles.
Myasara nods to you.
Myasara applauds.
Naralin applauds.
Myasara says, "Celebration is indeed in order."
You see Ambassador Tredohal Hashier Faendryl.
He appears to be a Dark Elf.
He is average height and appears to be in the meridian of life. He has deep-set jade green eyes and dark skin. He has long, fine silver hair. He has an angular face, a classical nose and angular pointed ears.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a rich dark velvet tunic edged with ivory beading, a pale ivory linen underrobe, a russet snakeskin belt, and a pair of russet snakskin sandals.
Halgur removes some dark yew prayer beads inlaid with tiny gold leaves from in his brown greatcloak.
Myasara says, "We also acknowledge the removal of Carhn and his minions from our countryside."
Halgur grasps a single bead between his forefinger and thumb, a look of intense devotion on his face.
Shilarra gives Brinret a series of teasing little prods along the spine.
Myasara says, "Our beautiful city and her people are safe."
Myasara says, "Along wtih the whole of Elanthia."
Nusar just came through an immense ogee arch.
Myasara says, "Will speak more of this shortly."
Shilarra whispers something to Brinret.
Laethia smiles at Shilarra.
Myasara says, "At this time, we would like to formally acknowledge Lord Ambassador Tredohal Hashier Faendryl."
Shilarra smiles at Laethia.
Brinret glances at Tredohal.
Tredohal strides a few steps forward.
You see Ambassador Tredohal Hashier Faendryl.
He appears to be a Dark Elf.
He is average height and appears to be in the meridian of life. He has deep-set jade green eyes and dark skin. He has long, fine silver hair. He has an angular face, a classical nose and angular pointed ears.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a rich dark velvet tunic edged with ivory beading, a pale ivory linen underrobe, a russet snakeskin belt, and a pair of russet snakskin sandals.
Myasara says, "He is here in our city to occupy the new embassy."
Murstyr scowls.
Naralin tilts her head slightly, turning her attention to Tredohal. She regards Tredohal in a measured fashion, collecting her thoughts.
Mithogras smiles slightly.
Ephelysse bows to Tredohal.
A voice cries out from the crowd, "You have brought death inside our city! She conspires with demon conjurers!"
Mithogras bows to Tredohal.
Laethia curtsies to Tredohal.
Myasara frowns.
Brinret pulls his bourde longcoat aside for a moment.
Brinret rubs his vultite chain tunic.
Straightening his carriage with genteel grace, Brinret gingerly grazes the neckline of his despanal-hued tunic before lacing his fingers together at his waist in a polished, courtly pose.
Murstyr gazes in wonder at his surroundings.
You see Lord Murstyr Javilerre Illistim the Lord Commander of the Sapphire Guard.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is tall and appears to be aged. He has hazel eyes and fair, though lined, skin. He has cropped, slightly wavy chestnut hair gilded with silver. He has a straight nose and broad shoulders. His chin is sharply pointed.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a beveled veil iron fillet, a sapphire wool cape, a suit of veil iron plate and mail set with a single sapphire enameled pauldron, a sapphire leather harness with a veil iron claidhmore strapped to it, and some veil-iron plated boots.
Nusar casually observes his surroundings.
Halgur raises an eyebrow.
Ephelysse slowly empties her lungs.
The guards quickly look for the person responsible for the disruption.
Fjalar raises an eyebrow.
Far to the west, the sun approaches the DragonSpine as mid afternoon approaches.
[Ta'Illistim Keep, The Argentate]
The airy chamber is rectangular, its ceiling a soaring vault of reflective silver-gilt mosaic. Beneath the glassy mirror is an open expanse of polished stone flooring and a rostrum, the surface raised three stairsteps above the rest of the room. Two doors, mistwood paneled in silver plating, mark the long walls of the hall, and an immense arch stands opposite the platform. You also see a guardsman.
Also here: Nusar, Shilarra, High Inquisitor Brinret, the Argent Mirror's attendants, Myasara who is sitting, Lady Ardtin, Fintan, Caylio, Lord Aeriadrn, Gasen, Seeress Ephelysse, Laethia, Mithogras, Lady Naralin, Halgur, Eulogia, Fjalar, Lady Amyia, Nilandia, Lord Murstyr, Ambassador Tredohal
Obvious exits: none
Shilarra glances around the room.
Myasara frowns slightly, her eyes full of sadness.
Myasara says, "I... we will work with whoever we must to assure the prosperity of our people and their city."
Speaking to Murstyr, Brinret says, "An amicable job keepin the peace as always."
Brinret smirks.
Ephelysse whispers something to Mithogras.
Angry voices yell from outside the keep, "The Argent Mirror is weak. She hands us to the murderers of our brethren."
Myasara gasps.
Eulogia clasps her hand over her mouth.
Nilandia glances out.
Ephelysse slowly empties her lungs.
Myasara quickly composes herself.
Mithogras slowly empties his lungs.
Amyia glances out.
Shilarra glances sternly at Brinret.
You shift your weight.
Nusar glances around, looking a bit less confident.
Fintan looks less calm and refreshed than a moment ago.
Murstyr motions and a pair of guards leave to investigate.
Myasara nods slowly.
Myasara takes a deep breath, regaining her composure, she continues to speak.
Ephelysse whispers something to Mithogras.
Myasara says, "We have called you all together today to honor those who have worked to keep our beloved city safe."
Brinret whispers something to Shilarra.
Myasara says, "And in fact all of the lands."
You feel at full magical power again.
Shilarra scowls at Brinret.
Brinret shrugs at Shilarra.
Myasara stands up.
Mithogras whispers something to Ephelysse.
Myasara says, "As we have said, the blight has ended. We would thank the Guilds of Elanthia for their tireless effort, along with our Illistim scholars. If their officers would come forward, we would acknowledge you."
Shilarra whispers something to Brinret.
Several officers of the various guilds of Elanthia step forward from the crowd, taking a knee before the Argent Mirror in respect.
Brinret whispers something to Shilarra.
Nilandia loses her intense expression.
Myasara smiles.
Shilarra rests a gentle hand on Brinret's arm.
Shilarra smiles at Brinret.
Myasara says, "Well done to you all."
Shilarra appears less powerful.
Speaking in Guildspeak to Mithogras, Eulogia says something you don't understand.
Eulogia winks at Mithogras.
Myasara says, "I believe I speak for all when I say thank you."
Myasara nods.
Myasara smiles.
After a moment, the officers stand and nod in acknowledgement to the Argent Mirror, then take their places back in the crowd gathered.
Myasara seems to relax as the unpleasantness fades.
Brinret whispers something to Laethia.
Brinret grumbles.
Laethia rests a gentle hand on Brinret's arm.
Myasara says, "Now."
Myasara smiles.
Myasara says, "We would bring forth the Lady Nilandia Liserna and the Lady Ephelysse Ishimiras."
Ephelysse bows to Myasara.
The crowd parts to allow those called forth to step forward.
(Nilandia takes a slight breath and threads her way to the crowd to stand before Myasara, bowing her head respectfully.)
Myasara nods at Ephelysse.
Myasara nods at Nilandia.
Myasara looks at the two ladies.
(Ephelysse with poised confidence, she walks forward.)
Hushed whispers of dissent sweep through the crowd as Ephelysse approaches the Argent Mirror.
Myasara frowns.
Brinret glances between Ephelysse and Nilandia.
Shilarra glares.
You shift your weight.
Murstyr turns slightly. hiding his expression.
Mithogras smiles proudly at his Daughter.
Nusar glances between Ephelysse and Tredohal.
Brinret whispers something to Shilarra.
Myasara moves towards the ladies. She extends her signet hand over their heads as she speaks.
Naralin casually glances at Murstyr.
Brinret winks at Shilarra.
Speaking in Sylvankind, Shilarra mumbles, "What is earned is earned, the high summoner is well respected and loved."
Naralin takes on a subtly studious expression and begins a careful observation of her surroundings.
Myasara says, "For your efforts in researching a cure to remove the blight from our lands, we bestow upon you both the title of "Master Inquisitor."."
Shilarra mumbles, "What is earned is earned, the high summoner is well respected and loved."
Laethia nods at Shilarra.
Myasara says, "From this day forward you will be known to all as such."
A low murmur echos from the crowd.
Caylio smiles at Myasara.
Nilandia quietly murmurs, "The Mirror is most generous. The work could not have been completed without the help of many others."
Ephelysse slowly empties her lungs.
Myasara nods at Nilandia.
Shilarra rests a gentle hand on Brinret's arm.
Speaking to Myasara, Ephelysse says, "Thank you My Lady Mirror."
After a prominent moment of silence, faint applause echoes through the crowd.
Shilarra applauds Ephelysse.
Laethia applauds.
Amyia applauds.
Shilarra applauds Nilandia.
Nusar applauds.
Fintan smiles at Ephelysse.
Myasara says, "You have both earned it and will be honored."
A starbust of silver and vivid crimson sparks erupts from the dragonmist crystal that is on Shilarra's forehead.
Halgur chuckles.
Nilandia respectfully says, "Thank you, Argent Mirror."
Myasara smiles.
The guardsman returns your gaze blankly, measuring you from head to toe.
Speaking to Myasara, Ephelysse says, "I share this moment with those that aided me. Lady Shilarra, Lady Philnia, Lady Nissa and My Father....all of whom forwarded my research."
Ephelysse bows to Myasara.
Myasara nods at Ephelysse.
(Nilandia bows her head once more and slips back into the gathered crowd.)
Shilarra flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.
Laethia smiles proudly at Mithogras
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Mithogras.
(Ephelysse pauses to bow toweard the AMbassador before slipping back into the crowd.)
Myasara applauds.
Laethia applauds.
Shilarra sighs.
You clap your hands.
Mithogras smiles.
Ephelysse rests a gentle hand on Mithogras's arm.
Ephelysse whispers something to Mithogras.
Myasara says, "We now call forth, Fjalar, Dwarf of the Grevnek Clan."
Laethia beams happily at Fjalar!
Mithogras whispers something to Ephelysse.
Fjalar walks over to the throne and settles down.
Fjalar stands up.
Fjalar strides over to stand before Myasara.
Myasara nods at Fjalar.
Myasara says, "We thank you for your role in the banishment of Carhn and his kind from our lands."
Fjalar bows deeply at the waist, honoring Myasara.
Ephelysse whispers something to Shilarra.
Myasara extends her signet hand over Fjalar's head as she speaks.
Shilarra smiles at Ephelysse.
Myasara says, "" For your great deed, we bestow upon you the title of "Slayer of Carhn." You shall be known as such from today on."
Shilarra whispers something to Ephelysse.
The area grows darker, as Brinret's vultite chain tunic draws light away from the surroundings, causing the shadows to thicken around Brinret. Moments later, the area returns to normal.
Ephelysse smiles at Fjalar.
Laethia applauds Fjalar.
Ephelysse applauds Fjalar.
The silvery luminescence fades from around Shilarra.
Mithogras bows to Fjalar.
Nilandia applauds.
Fjalar says, "I thank you for this honor."
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Shilarra.
You applaud Fjalar.
The glowing specks of energy surrounding Shilarra suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
Myasara nods at Fjalar.
Myasara says, "This effort was not done alone and for that we acknowledge all who had a hand in removing the occupation of our countryside."
Shilarra seems a bit less imposing.
Nusar applauds Fjalar.
Shilarra applauds Fjalar.
Fjalar bows to Myasara.
Myasara says, "If you were part of this battle, please step forward."
The crowd parts to allow for those who participated in the battle to step forward.
(Eulogia steps forward a bit.)
Myasara nods at Eulogia.
Ephelysse whispers something to Mithogras.
Shilarra glances around the room.
Laethia whispers something to Mithogras.
Eulogia looks about with a puzzled expression on her face.
Myasara asks, "Any others who fought Carhn's army?"
(Mithogras steps forward a pace.)
Shilarra fidgets.
Laethia beams happily at Mithogras!
Myasara nods at Mithogras.
Eulogia nods at Mithogras.
Shilarra moves to stand behind Mithogras.
Myasara smiles.
Laethia applauds Shilarra.
Myasara says, "Do not be shy."
Myasara says, "All those involved will all be known as "Guardians of the Pale Moon."."
Speaking to Myasara, Shilarra says, "M'lady Mirror, what we do is for the lands not for honor."
Shilarra fidgets.
Ephelysse smiles at Shilarra.
Brinret leans against an immense ogee arch.
Brinret folds his arms over his chest.
Myasara says, "Of course not, but we would reward braveryand intelligence where it is due."
Eulogia flashes a wide grin.
Myasara says, "And it is our pleasure to do such."
Laethia whispers something to Brinret.
Faint applause echoes through the crowd for those honored.
Mithogras bows to Myasara.
Nusar applauds.
Myasara says, "Please join me in celebrating all of these accomplishments."
Myasara applauds.
Laethia applauds.
Naralin applauds.
You clap your hands.
Eulogia applauds.
Fintan applauds.
Nilandia applauds.
Ephelysse applauds.
Mithogras applauds.
Fjalar applauds.
You see Lord Aeriadrn Ghaeriden Illistim the Seneschal of Ta'Illistim Keep.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is tall and appears to be aged. He has small, flinty grey eyes and pale skin. He has shoulder length, thick platinum hair tucked neatly behind his ears. He has an angular face and a sharp, pointed chin.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a piece of heavy parchment in his right hand and a sapphire blue leather folio in his left hand.
He is wearing a fitted silver-on-blue brocade cotehardie, an enameled silver signet ring, a thin silver hip-belt, some argent silk hosen, and some gilt-heeled blue leather shoes.
Myasara says, "Now we have prepared refreshments..."
Lady Ardtin takes a step forward and stares at the Argent Mirror.
You see Lady Ardtin Greyvael Illistim the Lady Councillor of Thrones.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is slight in stature and appears to be venerable. She has pale blue eyes and fair, though aged skin. She has long, fine sterling hair coiled atop her head and pinned with a glimaerstone-tipped hairpin. She has a refined, high cheekboned architecture to her face and a slender, tapered pair of pointed ears.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a vaalorn latticework necklet threaded with shining ultramarine glimaerstones, a cowl-necked heather silk gown, a vaalorn mesh reticule, and a pair of pointy-toed bluish grey silk slippers.
You surreptitiously glance at Ardtin.
Shilarra glances at Brinret.
Myasara looks uncomfortable for a moment, before smiling at everyone gathered.
Laethia whispers something to Brinret.
Hanos steps forth from the shadows near the edge of the room.
You see Master Hanos.
He appears to be a Human.
It is difficult to properly see his features as the hood of his cloak is pulled down over his face.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a vultite aegis, a floor-length dark leather cloak with a deeply cowled hood, a close-cut thick ebon wool skullcap, a dusty brown linen shirt with rolled sleeves, a narrow plain canvas pouch, some fitted charcoal leather pants with faint wrinkles, and a pair of supple leather boots.
Myasara says, "Before we retreat to the ballroom and join in celebration, we have one more announcement."
You glance at Hanos.
Shilarra smiles at Hanos.
Brinret moves to stand in front of Hanos.
Ardtin nods at Myasara.
Shilarra bows to Hanos.
Hanos folds his arms over his chest.
Nilandia nods in greeting at Hanos.
Hanos nods at Myasara.
Brinret folds his arms over his chest.
Myasara takes a deep breath.
You shift your weight.
Naralin glances appraisingly at Hanos.
Speaking to Hanos, Shilarra says, "Greetings Warder."
Ephelysse bows to Hanos.
Myasara says, "We have decided, that we, the Argent Mirror, should have the support of a partner and confidant."
Hanos touches one finger to his lips.
Mithogras nods to Hanos in greeting.
Myasara glances at Lady Ardtin.
You furrow your brow, probably adding a wrinkle or two in the process.
Hanos pointedly nods towards the Argent Mirror.
Shilarra glances at Ardtin.
Myasara says, "After much discussion with the Council of Thrones, we will consider candidates for our hand, to sit beside us as we guide our people and keep our Shining City safe and prosperous."
Eulogia clasps her hand over her mouth.
Ephelysse whispers something to Mithogras.
You clear your throat.
Myasara clears her throat as she refocuses on those honored.
Caylio blinks.
Caylio glances at Myasara.
Mithogras whispers something to Ephelysse.
Murstyr looks thoughtfully at Myasara.
Myasara says, "Once more we thank you all for your aid in keeping our lands safe and invite everyone to join us in the ballroom for refreshments."
Ephelysse whispers something to Mithogras.
Myasara says, "Through the eastery door and then the opening."
Ephelysse whispers something to Mithogras.
You glance at an easterly door.
Eulogia just went through an easterly door.
The long, gossamer skirts of Laethia's elegant gown puddle around her feet as she sinks into a curtsy low enough to honor royalty.
Hanos raises an eyebrow.
Mithogras bows to Myasara.
Straightening her back, Naralin gives a formal, low curtsy to Myasara. She inclines her head as well, giving Myasara a brief nod.
Ephelysse bows to Myasara.
Fjalar nods to Hanos in greeting.
Ephelysse smiles softly.
Halgur nods at Myasara.
Halgur put some dark yew prayer beads inlaid with tiny gold leaves in his brown greatcloak.
Hanos clears his throat.
Caylio moves towards the Argent Mirror, but pauses as Commander Murstyr moves in front.
You glance at Caylio.
You see Caylio Javilerre Illistim the Loremaster, Teacher of Lore.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is tall and appears to be young. He has hazel eyes and tanned skin. He has short, tousled chestnut hair carelessly swept across his brow. He has a straight nose. His chin has a sharp, distinct point to it.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a pair of wire-framed spectacles, a sweeping brown felted wool coat, a long-sleeved shirt, a brown wool waistcoat, a pair of high-waisted brown wool trousers, and some round-toed shoes.
Murstyr strides over to stand before Myasara.
Delcian just came through an immense ogee arch.
Laethia smiles at Delcian.
Speaking to Myasara, Murstyr asks, "May I escort you, Argent Mirror?"
Mithogras nods to Delcian in greeting.
Shilarra nods to Delcian in greeting.
You wave to Delcian.
Delcian smiles.
Ephelysse whispers something to Mithogras.
Ephelysse smiles at Delcian.
Delcian smiles at Ephelysse.
Myasara nods slowly.
The glowing specks of energy surrounding Amyia suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
Hanos moves away from the easterly door, looking over the crowd with a bemused expression.
Nusar ponders.
Myasara joins Murstyr's group.
Lord Murstyr's group just went through an easterly door.
Gasen giggles.
You see Gasen Nellereune Illistim the Page, Messenger of the Argent Mirror's Household.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is short and appears to be extremely young. He has almond-shaped pale blue eyes and fair skin. He has short, fine strawberry blonde hair worn in a neat, if childish, cut. He has a delicate face, a straight nose and a rosebud mouth.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a silver-plumed sapphire velvet cap, a stiffly collared short velvet capelet, a hip-length silver silk cotehardie, a pair of argent hosen, and some pointy-toed sapphire velvet slippers.
Nilandia smiles at Gasen.
You wink at Gasen.
Ephelysse kisses Laethia tenderly on the forehead.
You wave to Gasen.
Hanos quietly says, "Before the rest of you go to...celebrate...I come forth to bring news."
Ephelysse cocks her head at Hanos.
Nilandia cocks her head at Hanos.
You glance at Hanos.
Laethia tilts her head toward Hanos, examining his intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.
Mithogras turns to face Hanos.
Nusar raises an eyebrow in Hanos's direction.
Gasen makes funny smooching noises before scampering off.
You tilt your head slightly toward Hanos, noting the subtle changes in his muscles and breathing.
Shilarra tilts her head toward Hanos, examining his intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.
You laugh out loud!
Hanos says, "Congratulations on your victory."
Halgur asks, "Why is it never as simple as Good job, go get drunk?"
Fintan grins.
Laethia gives a half-hearted grin.
Hanos says, "However, the war is not over."
Mithogras begins chuckling at Halgur!
Nilandia nods slowly at Hanos.
You grin at Halgur.
Delcian walks towards Ephelysse.
A thousand stars twinkle and shine in Delcian's black velvet cloak, winking in and out serenely.
Nusar frowns at Hanos.
Speaking quietly to Halgur, Mithogras says, "Sometimes..."
You glance appraisingly at Hanos.
Ephelysse gives Delcian a lingering kiss on the cheek.
Hanos deeply says, "I bring news from the Seer who has fallen ill moons ago, and has not...and possibly will not recover."
Laethia gently smooths the skirts of her gown, coaxing away the wrinkles and restoring the naturally elegant drape of the gossamer.
Ardtin says, "She is doing the right thing for her people."
Speaking quietly to himself, Nusar says, "When will this fighting stop."
A pained expression crosses Nilandia's face.
Mithogras blinks.
Ephelysse glances over at Hanos and winces.
Mithogras says, "That's ill news indeed."
Ardtin walks through the arch her head held high.
Lady Ardtin just went through an immense ogee arch.
Ephelysse nods at Mithogras.
You see Master Hanos.
He appears to be a Human.
It is difficult to properly see his features as the hood of his cloak is pulled down over his face.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a vultite aegis, a floor-length dark leather cloak with a deeply cowled hood, a close-cut thick ebon wool skullcap, a dusty brown linen shirt with rolled sleeves, a narrow plain canvas pouch, some fitted charcoal leather pants with faint wrinkles, and a pair of supple leather boots.
Nilandia quietly asks, "What does she wish to tell us?"
Hanos says, "It appears she underestimated the power of the tomb and has been confined to her bed with medics to watch over her."
Fjalar says, "A shame."
Ephelysse slowly empties her lungs.
Speaking in Elven, Caylio says, "Well I suppose."
Speaking to Mithogras, Ephelysse says, "I had feared this."
Hanos says, "The book has taken its toll, again."
Delcian shakes his head.
Speaking in Elven, Caylio says, "Perhaps you would all join the Argent Mirror in the ballroom."
You glance at Caylio.
You see Caylio Javilerre Illistim the Loremaster, Teacher of Lore.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is tall and appears to be young. He has hazel eyes and tanned skin. He has short, tousled chestnut hair carelessly swept across his brow. He has a straight nose. His chin has a sharp, distinct point to it.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a pair of wire-framed spectacles, a sweeping brown felted wool coat, a long-sleeved shirt, a brown wool waistcoat, a pair of high-waisted brown wool trousers, and some round-toed shoes.
You are now speaking Elven.
Speaking in Elven, you ask, "After what he said?"
You nod at Hanos.
Hanos says, "She sends word, however, that a discovery was made at the cost of her health."
Ephelysse nods at Hanos.
Lord Aeriadrn's group just went through an immense ogee arch.
Mithogras asks, "Is there any way we might aid in restoring her to health?"
You shift your weight.
Caylio just came through an immense ogee arch.
I could not find what you were referring to.
You see Caylio Javilerre Illistim the Loremaster, Teacher of Lore.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is tall and appears to be young. He has hazel eyes and tanned skin. He has short, tousled chestnut hair carelessly swept across his brow. He has a straight nose. His chin has a sharp, distinct point to it.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a pair of wire-framed spectacles, a sweeping brown felted wool coat, a long-sleeved shirt, a brown wool waistcoat, a pair of high-waisted brown wool trousers, and some round-toed shoes.
You ponder the meaning of Caylio's existence.
Tredohal says, "Very interesting."
You see Ambassador Tredohal Hashier Faendryl.
He appears to be a Dark Elf.
He is average height and appears to be in the meridian of life. He has deep-set jade green eyes and dark skin. He has long, fine silver hair. He has an angular face, a classical nose and angular pointed ears.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a rich dark velvet tunic edged with ivory beading, a pale ivory linen underrobe, a russet snakeskin belt, and a pair of russet snakskin sandals.
Hanos says, "I will be in touch within the week, as my own efforts have made a discovery."
Mithogras nods at Hanos.
You are now speaking Common.
You nod at Hanos.
Ephelysse nods at Hanos.
Hanos hesitantly says, "I will need aid to exploit this news."
You raise an eyebrow in Hanos's direction.
Fjalar just went through an easterly door.
Nilandia quietly says, "Whatever you require shall be yours, if it can be provided."
Mithogras turns to face an easterly door.
(Laethia straightens her shoulders and twitches her train straight behind her with a slight kick of one sandalled foot.)
Caylio just went through an easterly door.
Hanos quietly says, "But if what I have found is indeed true, we may have means to end this war."
Fjalar just came through an easterly door.
Mithogras blinks.
Speaking to Hanos, Shilarra says, "Please let us know, our arms are ready and willing."
Nusar smiles.
Mithogras nods at Hanos.
Ephelysse nods at Hanos.
Hanos says, "The Seer would have joy, seeing this here and now."
Laethia agrees with Shilarra.
Nusar says, "That is pleasant news, at least."
Nilandia quietly says, "Then I shall hope it is true, sir."
Ambassador Tredohal just went through an immense ogee arch.
Hanos says, "Enjoy your moments here, and gain your strength. The following weeks will test just that."
Lady Naralin just went through an easterly door.
Mithogras bows to Hanos.
Ephelysse bows to Hanos.
Lady Amyia just went through an easterly door.
Hanos bows slightly before moving towards the easterly door.
Ambassador Tredohal just came through an immense ogee arch.
Mithogras's group just went through an easterly door.
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