House Daingneach Onoir Storytime and House Meeting for 9 15 2024

[Special thanks to Balantine, who was kind enough to capture the meeting because I was late; the below missives are from his point of view. They start with Storytime, though you can search for “Storytime Ends and Meeting Begins” to skip to the meeting which followed Storytime. Please note there are two votes pending: one for Lady Fulayin for Full Membership, and a second for Janarth to be Lord Sage of the Quill. Members should send their votes to both Ymeia (ladywarlordymeia@gmail.com) and Balantine (Concinij@icloud.com), while Squires should send their votes to Head Squire Crazyfeather (runeage@hotmail.com) but are also asked to copy Balantine.]

You think, "Onoir Founders storytelling is about to begin, room # 32599, if ye need directions send me a thought."

[Onoir, Brother Sartarius Chapel]
Moonlight streams in through the clear crystal ceiling, casting long shadows across the rosewood floor towards the pulpit centered at the front of the room, the platform set before several pews. Silver sconces frame tapestries across the chapel walls, the light sparkling across them like stars in the evening sky. Soft murmurs of prayer and singing echo throughout the chamber, the sounds reverberating against a rosewood table by the onyx staircase, the table half-cast in shadow. You also see some snow white silk pillows.
Also here: Ymeia, Nazarr who is sitting, Lady Fulayin who is sitting, Cosannie who is sitting
Obvious exits: none

Speaking to Cosannie, Ymeia says, "Do yew got yer basket."

Daramiah strides in up a black onyx staircase with fluid grace, each footstep leaving behind a faintly glowing, misty green hawk feather that twirls in his wake.

A miniature vaalorn golem arrives into the area following Daramiah, some vaalorn helical gears noisily heralding its arrival.

Daramiah sits down next to a polished rosewood side table carved with Elanthian snow roses.

Daramiah quietly says, "Hello everyone."

You recite quietly:

"Welcome!"

Cosannie removes a small wicker basket from in her boarhide pack.

Cosannie exclaims, "I do!"

Cosannie raises her wicker basket skyward!

The grey-bellied hawk circles lazily above.

Nazarr says, "Welcome."

Nazarr bows to Daramiah.

Cosannie nods at Ymeia.

Sweeping his arm outward, Daramiah bows low in a grand fashion before Nazarr.

You quietly say, "We are folks from House Daingneach Onoir, happy to meet our guest."

Daramiah quietly asks, "I hear there is to be story telling here tonight?"

Ymeia offers Daramiah a small red velvet sack.

You quietly say, "Aye, tales of auld."

Daramiah accepts Ymeia's velvet sack.

Ymeia says, "A thank yew for coming gift sack."

Daramiah quietly says, "Thank you kindly."

You quietly say, "We are one o' the eldest of the minor houses in the lands."

Ymeia nods at Daramiah.

Daramiah smiles at Ymeia.

Daramiah quietly says, "Good to hear."

You recite quietly:

"This is the last event o' the week celebrating our Founders, founding our house in the year 5097"

Ymeia hugs Nazarr, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

Daramiah quietly says, "Sad to say that I know very little of this house. I am here to learn."

You beam!

Nazarr says, "It's the best house in the lands."

Daramiah nods knowingly.

You recite quietly:

"Our Motto is Honor, Duty, Loyalty, and we cherish the Code of Chivalry"

Nazarr says, "Also, it's populated by the kindest, most generous people I've ever known."

You recite quietly:

"Our Members call themselves Paladins, though they be of all perfessions...the tradition began at our founding, long before there was a Paladin class"

Ymeia recites:

"A turbid aquamarine potion is adrenal surge for a pep in yer step, great for pulled muscles too"

"The amulet holds bravery"

Daramiah quietly says, "These are all very good quality values."

Ymeia recites:

"The pendant holds strength"

"The tiny pearl is a grenade"


You recite quietly:

"Daingneach Onoir means 'Fortress of Honor' in the auld tongue"

Ymeia recites:

"Both potions are alchemy made by a couple of our house alchemist"

Daramiah turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

You recite quietly:

"This structure was constructed many years after our founding, in the winter of the year 5106"

Daramiah glances around the room.

Ymeia whispers, "I do have baby, if and when times comes to talk about it."

You recite quietly:

"I suggested this location, due to the view of Darkstone Bay, allowing us to warn Wehnimer's Landing of any threat by sea, traditionally by the krolvin forces"

You nod at Ymeia.

You recite quietly:

"Our leader is nae able to be here tonight, but bears the title Lady Paladin Roelaren"

Daramiah quietly says, "Nice touch with the clear crystal ceiling."

You remove a burgundy wicker basket draped in velvet-petaled ebon roses from in your veniom-threaded satchel.

You drop a burgundy wicker basket draped in velvet-petaled ebon roses.

You recite quietly:

"Chocolate treats in the basket, help yerself"

Ymeia recites:

"Food and drink on table, help yourself there as well"

Daramiah quietly says, "My favorite. I love chocolate."

You recite quietly:

"We hae twelve founders: Lord Aonghus, Lady Elena, Lord Truekillr, Lord Thrudh, Lady Zyanna, Lord Cynric...."

Daramiah pours himself a pint of Onoir black and red bourbon.

Daramiah grins.

You recite quietly:

"Lord Rhozevy, Lord Revenwulf, Lord Dragonshield, Lady Ingrid, Lady Karissa and Lord Morgiest"

Daramiah takes a bite of his dark chocolate treat.

You pour yourself a pint of Onoir black and red bourbon.

You raise your black and red bourbon in a toast!

You recite quietly:

"A toast to our founders"

Daramiah raises his black and red bourbon in a toast!

Daramiah quietly says, "Here Here."

Ymeia walks over to the pew and settles down.

Daramiah takes a drink from his black and red bourbon.
Daramiah looks rather relaxed.

Nazarr pours himself a pint of Onoir black and red bourbon.

Nazarr raises his black and red bourbon in a toast!

Nazarr takes a drink from his black and red bourbon.

Daramiah bites his lip.

You think, "Onoir Founders storytelling is about to begin, room # 32599, if ye need directions send me a thought."

Daramiah takes a drink from his black and red bourbon.

Daramiah smacks his lips.

Daramiah quietly whispers aloud, "That's rather tasty."

Nazarr takes a drink from his black and red bourbon.

You recite quietly:

"Now, for a tale"

Nazarr nods to you.

Daramiah turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

You quietly say, "Tis tale tells a wee bit of each of our Lord/lady Paladins that hae led this house."

You clear your throat.

You recite quietly:

"Honored of Onoir"

Cosannie fidgets.

You recite quietly:

"Aonghus MacGreghor, the first Paladin by name
Brash and bold, wife Elana the same
bawdy at times, but true to his word
Established our honor, and titled it Lord."

Daramiah takes a bite of his dark chocolate treat.

You recite quietly:

"Then Drandar Cholensale on his knees
Was anointed when Aonghus fell to disease
Cleric Monk of Ronan, faithful and true
His deeds became Legend, many, not few."

"Tebon Hawggweiler has led this house thrice
A scribe and a scholar, quiet strength to suffice
A steady hand throughout conflict and strife
A Paladin Emeritus, honored for life!"

"Matti Markam, Lady healer of pain
Steadfast through our stress and all strain
Oleani and Kai, balance strength with your love
And shower their blessings on us from above."

"Kabriel Dreamraven, from night's darkest seams
Saw visions from Ronan, and enlightened our dreams
Suffering tragedies, our house shared his grief
Accomplishing much in a reign all too brief."

"Gilleabart MacGreghor, great grandson of 'Ghus
Won in our hearts the loyalty of us
A giant in stature, with a heart soft and kind
Courage undaunted, no better friend will you find."

You smile at Cosannie.

You recite quietly:

"Cosannie Hawggweiler strove to survive
Her youthful struggles kept her alive
This mighty sorceress with our brethren allied
Bringing to us prosperity, House Onoir revived!"

You bow deeply at the waist, honoring Cosannie.

You recite quietly:

"Roelaren Tharbirieign, Ta'Vaalor elf
Daughter of Icemule gave of herself
Healer and mother, teacher and friend
Model of chivalry, and love without end!"

Daramiah turns to face Cosannie.

Cosannie winks at you.

Daramiah smiles.

Cosannie smiles at Daramiah.

You recite quietly:

"These honored Paladins with whom we did dwell
We treasure their names and remember them well
With Loyalty and Duty we bow to their honor
Forever shall reign Daingneach Onoir!"


Daramiah takes a bite of his dark chocolate treat.

You raise your black and red bourbon in a toast!

You take a drink from your black and red bourbon. A sip of this stiff drink constricts your throat and makes your eyes water.
You have 3 quaffs left.

Daramiah raises his black and red bourbon in a toast!

Daramiah takes a drink from his black and red bourbon.

Nazarr raises his black and red bourbon in a toast!

You quietly ask, "Hae anyone else a tale to share?"

Nazarr takes a drink from his black and red bourbon.

You quietly say, "About any subject, nae hae to be about our house."

Daramiah quietly says, "That was very well put together."

You take a bite of your Warriors' wurst.
You have 3 bites left.

Daramiah nods appreciatively.

You quietly say, "I hae many more."

You quietly say, "All my tales contain a wee moral or teaching."

Cosannie says, "Sir Balantine is our lockpicking, poetry creating warrior with a huge heart."

Daramiah quietly says, "And it had the virtue of rhyme which makes it all the better."

Daramiah grins.

Daramiah quietly says, "Well done."

Ymeia says, "I could sit and listen all night to Balantine."

Daramiah takes a bite of his dark chocolate treat.

Nazarr says, "We all could."

Daramiah grins.

You quietly say, "As I said afore, Lady Paladin Roelaren is nae able to be here, but all of our leaders carry the blade forged by our founder Laird Aonghus MacGreghoir."

Daramiah quietly says, "That must be quite the honor."

Ymeia removes a massive black blade from in her spidersilk harness.

You recite quietly:

"I believe she allowed it to be present tonight?"

You beam happily at Ymeia!

Nazarr says, "It's quite the blade."

Ymeia says, "Boss lady, trusted it to me this night on loan."

You recite quietly:

"Thank ye for showing it Lady Warlord Ymeia, our second in command"

Daramiah quietly says, "I wasn't expecting it to be so...massive."

Ymeia raises her massive black blade in triumph!

You recite quietly:

"How about a tale o' the massive weapon called "Baby"?"

Daramiah quietly says, "Impressive indeed."

You hear very soft footsteps.

Nazarr waves to Lehon.

Lehon joins Ymeia's group.

Ymeia gives Lehon a friendly hug.

Lehon beams!

Daramiah quietly says, "Please do, I would love to hear of it."

Lehon turns to Nazarr and cheers!

Nazarr joins Ymeia's group.

You clasp Lehon's forearm in greeting.

You clear your throat.

Lehon gives Nazarr a firm handshake.

Daramiah raises his black and red bourbon in a toast!

You receive a firm handshake from Lehon.

You recite quietly:

"The finest arms have names which everyone knows well
Of tales of mighty champions whose glory rose and fell
With rapture children listen, with awe the bards do tell
Of honor won in wielding, of glory none would sell."

Daramiah takes a drink from his black and red bourbon.
Daramiah looks rather relaxed.

Nazarr put a small red velvet sack in his velvet frock coat.

Lehon bows to Daramiah.

Ymeia put a massive black blade in her spidersilk harness.

You recite quietly:

"A treasured few in number survive the bitter test
Absorbing well the blows of contests fought with zest
Continuing through the struggle when others would seek rest
To prove themselves with valor and be the very best."

"One such blade called "Baby", massive, black and old
was wielded by Lord Aonghus in battle strong and bold
in fear the dead would tremble, what blood they had ran cold
At just the sight of "Baby" they fled, or so I'm told."

"The Great Blade brought much glory and victories tis true
And with each passing battle the awesome stories grew
Twelve stood against the hoards, in number they were few
But in their hearts was loyalty, and with them honor grew."

Lehon nods.

Lehon smiles at Ymeia.

You recite quietly:

"The sword served well in battle, brought cursed souls release
And when the fields grew quiet its service did nae cease
dubbed lightly on both shoulders, the worthy did increase
for Justice is its mission in times of war or peace."

Lehon hugs Ymeia, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

Ymeia gives Lehon a friendly hug.

You recite quietly:

"Lord Aonghus showed us all how to live up to the code
And forged deep in our hearts a permanent abode
His kindness and his mercy helped bear the heavy load
And as a True Knight passes, into the sunset rode."

"The House called Daingneach Onoir still stands for fair and right
Teaching all in Wehnimer's of chivalry and light
Serving both in peace and war with wisdom, truth and might
With "Baby" leading on the way, whether day or night."

You glare intently and let out a nerve-shattering bellow!
Roundtime: 3 sec.

You smile.

[Onoir, Brother Sartarius Chapel]
Moonlight streams in through the clear crystal ceiling, casting long shadows across the rosewood floor towards the pulpit centered at the front of the room, the platform set before several pews. Silver sconces frame tapestries across the chapel walls, the light sparkling across them like stars in the evening sky. Soft murmurs of prayer and singing echo throughout the chamber, the sounds reverberating against a rosewood table by the onyx staircase, the table half-cast in shadow. You also see a yellow-eyed forest wolfhound, a burgundy wicker basket draped in velvet-petaled ebon roses, the sparkling Daramiah disk, a miniature vaalorn golem, a large grey-bellied hawk that is flying around and some snow white silk pillows.
Also here: Willow Guardian Lehon, Daramiah who is sitting, Ymeia who is sitting, Nazarr who is sitting, Lady Fulayin who is sitting, Cosannie who is sitting
Obvious exits: none


You feel fully energetic again.

Daramiah stands up.

Daramiah applauds you.

You bow.

Ymeia applauds you.

Lehon applauds you.

Sir Cryheart strides in up a black onyx staircase with fluid grace, each footstep leaving behind a faintly glowing, misty green owl feather that twirls in his wake.

Cryheart bows.

You recite quietly:

"I believe a few of our Founders still roam the lands, though are seldom seen"

Cosannie applauds you.

Daramiah sits down next to a polished rosewood side table carved with Elanthian snow roses.

Cryheart says, "Sorry I am late, I was escort a lass to Solhaven."

Cosannie hugs Cryheart.

Cryheart sits down.

You quietly say, "Lord Truekillr, and Lord Ravenwulf are still about."

You bow deeply at the waist, honoring Cryheart.

Cryheart smiles.

You recite quietly:

"Welcome!"

Cosannie says, "Welcome sir Cryheart, glad to have you."

Cryheart says, "Good evening to all, and thank ye."

Fulayin applauds you.

Nazarr applauds you.


Ymeia says, "Welcome sir , glad yew could be here."

Nazarr bows to Cryheart.

Cryheart smiles.

You recite quietly:

"Only two of our founders remain in the lands, the other hae all passed from this realm, so... a tale to honor the ones nae longer with us"

Cryheart nods.

Daramiah nods.

You recite quietly:

"Honor Never Fades"

Cryheart adopts an agreeable expression.

You recite quietly:

"One here is missing now
a place is absent in our ranks today
One of us has fallen, and in peace near a marker lay
The bold deeds still remembered
Whom stood 'tween us and harm
The truth and courage not forgot
love and kindness still warm"

"Memories echo these hallowed halls
A leader's name a plaque doth bear
One who stood for good and right
We who remain still shed a tear
What is done is done
Our time together was too brief
But the life now gone is nae lost
A hero's life bears no grief"

Cryheart grins.

Ymeia hugs Cryheart.

Cryheart hugs Ymeia.

You recite quietly:

"For as long as we recall
Glory's many splendored shades
Know as certain as the sun
Honor Never Fades"

You tilt your head down.

You kneel down and begin your prayers.

You stand back up.

Ymeia applauds.

Lehon hangs his head.

Lehon lets out a cheer!

Nazarr says, "Fitting to recite in Elbromo's Chapel."

Daramiah quietly says, "To the Honored Fallen."

Nazarr applauds you.

Cosannie nods.

You recite quietly:

"This very Chapel was constructed to honor of our great High Priests, Lord Elbromo"

Daramiah smiles.

Cryheart applauds.

Cryheart says, "I miss Elbromo."

Daramiah applauds.

Ymeia weeps softly, quiet tears falling from her eyes.

Nazarr nods at Cryheart.

Ymeia says, "I miss Elbromo."

You quietly say, "I'm sure Lady Ymeia can tell us a wee bit more about him."

Lehon sniffs.

(Nazarr rubs his eyes.)

Ymeia stands up.

You sit down.

You take a bite of your Warriors' wurst. This is a spicy sausage that even a warrior s mother would love! Delicious!
You have 2 bites left.

Ymeia recites:

"Lord Elbromo, was my mentor when i first joined Onoir"

"He was a capped cleric by trade"

"He was famous known for his Elbromo speak, as we labeled it"

You try hard not to grin.

Cryheart smiles.

Ymeia recites:

"He was a mighty huge hearted fellow, who helped all he could"

Cryheart nods.

Ymeia recites:

"He also was a member of the mighty Silver Gryphons"

Cryheart nods.

Ymeia recites:

"He was a follower of Lorminstra"

You place a hand over your heart.

Ymeia recites:

"We lost him way too soon, and my heart aches still to this day"

Lehon nods.

Nazarr nods.

Cryheart agrees with Ymeia.

Ymeia recites:

"And both Onoir and the Gryphon has lost a huge cornerstone"

A yellow-eyed forest wolfhound eyes a sturdy hand-carved rosewood pulpit curiously.

Ymeia recites:

"In his honor, we keep him alive in our hearts, and constructed this chapel in his honor"

Daramiah glances around the room.

Daramiah smiles.

Ymeia recites:

"Live on Elbromo, rest in peace, you have earned it!"

Ymeia roars!

Ymeia nods to you.

You raise your black and red bourbon in a toast!

Nazarr roars!

Daramiah hoots.


You applaud.

Cryheart says, "Amen."

Ymeia walks over to the pew and settles down.

You take a drink from your black and red bourbon.
You have 2 quaffs left.

Daramiah applauds Ymeia.

Cryheart says, "There is a memorial for Elbromo in our meeting hall in the Holding."

You recite quietly:

"Chocolate treats in the basket, and refreshments on the table, help yerselves"

Speaking to you, Cosannie says, "Do you have a story of Elbromo?"

You quietly say, "Sadly nae."

You quietly say, "I shall hae to work on that."

Cryheart nods to you.

You stand back up.

Cryheart says, "He is in our memories."

Speaking to you, Fulayin asks, "A challenge for you mentor?"

Lehon says, "Elbromo was also a Black Wolf."

(Cosannie wipes a few tears away.)

Lehon says, "He once asked why Hydra name for our militia."

Ymeia says, "He also helps the Northern Fury on Rest days."

You recite quietly:

"House Daingneach Onoir hae many allies, The Northern Fury up in Icemule Trace, the Drakes nigh to the Graveyard, and many others ... especially the Order of the Silver Gryphons, an Order of knights and honored folks pledged to defend this town"

Lehon says, "He inspired me to research then meaning of Hydra."

Cryheart nods to you.

You recite quietly:

"Sir Cryheart is legendary and a former leader of the Order"

Ymeia says, "Elbromo led our Azure Hydra millitary unit."

Nazarr nods.

Cryheart nods.

Cryheart smiles at Ymeia.

Lehon blinks.

You recite quietly:

"A number of our house belong to that Order, including myself"

Ymeia says, "Sorry, I'm emotional right now."

You reach out and touch your black bracer.

Cryheart nods to you.

Cosannie says, "Cancer is such a mean cruel evil thing."

You recite quietly:

"And notable, my son Drung, who alas passed away a couple of years ago"

Cryheart says, "Aye."

Daramiah quietly says, "My condolences for your loss."

Cosannie says, "I fear we lost Sir Morgiest as well."

You recite quietly:

"He was squired toward knighthood, but alas illness took him before he attained the title of Knight"

You nod at Cosannie.

Cryheart nods at Cosannie.

You recite quietly:

"Aye, Lord Morgiest did attain the title of Sir"

Lehon says, "Perhaps he can still obtain that rank."

You recite quietly:

"His fate is unknown, as he left town on a risky adventure, and was nae heard from again"

Cryheart nods to you.

Cosannie nods at Cryheart.

You recite quietly:

"Though he hae nae been seen in the lands since"

Cryheart nods at Cosannie.

You recite quietly:

"Anyone else hae a tale to share?"

Daramiah stands up.

You sit down.

Daramiah quietly says, "I do not have a tale to tell, sadly."

Daramiah quietly says, "But I would like to take a moment to thank you all for having me here."

Daramiah quietly says, "My name is Daramiah and I am of House Twilight."

You recite quietly:

"Stay as long as ye like, and help yeself to the refeshments"

Nazarr smiles at Daramiah.

Nazarr nods.

You bow to Daramiah.

Daramiah quietly says, "I want you all to know that we strive to advance the knowledge and use of magic throughout all of Elanthia."

Cryheart nods at Daramiah.

Daramiah quietly says, "I will now be add Honor to my list of use throughout the lands."

You smile.

Cryheart smiles.

Daramiah quietly says, "I must now take my leave."

Lehon turns to Daramiah and cheers!

Sweeping his arm outward, Daramiah bows low in a grand fashion.

Cryheart says, "Good eve to ye."

You recite quietly:

"We meet on the 15th and 30th each month downstairs, come by a meeting at 9pm sometime"

Nazarr says, "It was our pleasure having you as our guest."

Daramiah quietly says, "You have my heartfelt thanks for your generosity."

Nazarr bows to Daramiah.

You recite quietly:

"Ye are always welcome"

You turn toward Daramiah and render a sharp salute with your Warriors' wurst.

Daramiah quietly says, "Please have a pleasant evening."

You stand back up.

Daramiah smiles.

You bow.

You quietly say, "And ye."

Cryheart turns toward Daramiah and renders a sharp hand salute.

You quietly say, "Stair, port, out, out."

Daramiah waves.

Fulayin says, "As a squire of Onoir, I have learn the value of Largess."

Daramiah nods.

Daramiah quietly says, "Thank you."

A trail of faintly glowing, misty green hawk feathers follows Daramiah as he moves down a black onyx staircase.

You quietly say, "Sorry, stair, doors, port, out."

Cryheart grins at you.

The vaalorn golem rotates methodically and moves away from the area.

Cryheart says, "Perhaps he will find his way out."

You adopt an agreeable expression.

Cryheart stands up.

You recite quietly:

"This is may auldest tale"

Nazarr nods to you.

Cryheart nods.

You recite quietly:

"It was told to me first by Lord Monax, who was of Onoir long ago"


Lehon joins Ymeia's group.

You recite quietly:

"And tis about the knightly Order of the Silver Gryphons"

Cryheart folds his hands behind his back.

Ymeia reaches out and holds Cryheart's hand.

Ymeia reaches out and holds your hand.

You recite quietly:

""I've a tale, a tale to tell
Of Knights so bold and dungeon hell
and slumber broke upon the shore
Of nightmare's reef when dawn no more,"""

""A story true of courage lack,
And footing lost on virtues track
and trailing far but near to fear
A vengeance scream through night to ear,"""

Ymeia whispers to the group, "I had boss lady in my head and she sends her love and misses eveyone greatly."

You recite quietly:

""The swordsmen came by two and four
To take their flight to evil's core
with confidence in might and right
Went bravely forward spreading light,"""

Cryheart whispers to the group, "Return the thought please."

You recite quietly:

""But light alone canst clear the path
When suffers all a hellish wrath
from deep below whence fires came,
Still none above dare speak the name,"""

""Together fought, together fell
Till good had won, though stories tell
the cursed tale of treachery
When evil stole the victory,"""

Ymeia whispers to the group, "Will do."

You recite quietly:

""Heroes bold betrayed behind
From friend made foe with gold in mind
to take and plunder riches won,
Twas evil new, though old undone,"""


Lehon whispers to the group, "We miss our Lady Paladin. I appreciate you and the family for keeping it all together."

You recite quietly:

""In glory slept the hero knights
But knife to throat did snuff the lights
behind their eyes, a simple deed,
Twas honor dead as killed by greed,"""

""Strong enough to break a vow,
Alone with gold he struggled now
to leave his dungeon deed and hide,
Alone he fell: alone he died,"""

""Widows weep and orphans cry
And bards oft sing as maidens sigh
for want of heroes lost below
That haunt in sleep with ghostly glow,"""

""On guard the guard eternal stand
Though neither see nor sense the land
before their eyes beyond their age
They wait with unbelieving rage,"""

""When one for all turns all for one
The injured souls take solace none
in death's release so stand they will,
Till honor's need someone dost fill,"""

""Together enter, together fall,
Tis as the vow agreed by all
and all must stand and wait in time
For one that ran to face the crime,"""

""I have not been, but have been told
Of Knights of days gone past so bold
to warrant heartfelt prayers from thee,
That warrior's return might set them free."""

""Now dat ya heard da tale from me
Nae let any somberness get to ye
Nor let yourself succomb to greed
Instead go to da pub and drink some mead"""

You raise your black and red bourbon in a toast!

You take a drink from your black and red bourbon. The strong oaky flavor overwhelms your senses like a slap across your face.
You have one quaff left.


Nazarr applauds you.

Ymeia applauds you.

Cryheart applauds you.

You recite quietly:

"That tale taught me to spurn greed, and to embrace Largesse, as Lady Ymeia said... an' I hae taught those values to our house, along with sharing my tales"

Cosannie applauds you.

Lehon applauds you.

Fulayin turns to you and cheers!

Cryheart smiles at you.

You recite quietly:

"Special thanks to Lord Monax for the lesson"

You place a hand over your heart.

Cryheart nods to you.

Cosannie says, "Haven't seen him in forever."

You recite quietly:

"Speaking of learning...my squire in House Onoir, Lady Fulayin hae completed her last assigned task, and is ready for a vote for full membership..."

Janarth just came up a black onyx staircase.

You gaze in wonder at your surroundings.

You nod to Janarth in greeting.

You beam happily at Janarth!

Janarth waves to you.

You quietly say, "Welcome."

[Onoir, Brother Sartarius Chapel]
Moonlight streams in through the clear crystal ceiling, casting long shadows across the rosewood floor towards the pulpit centered at the front of the room, the platform set before several pews. Silver sconces frame tapestries across the chapel walls, the light sparkling across them like stars in the evening sky. Soft murmurs of prayer and singing echo throughout the chamber, the sounds reverberating against a rosewood table by the onyx staircase, the table half-cast in shadow. You also see the Janarth disk, a yellow-eyed forest wolfhound, a burgundy wicker basket draped in velvet-petaled ebon roses and some snow white silk pillows.
Also here: Janarth, Willow Guardian Lehon, Sir Cryheart, Ymeia who is sitting, Nazarr who is sitting, Lady Fulayin who is sitting, Cosannie who is sitting
Obvious exits: none

Janarth sits down.

Janarth smiles at Fulayin.

You quietly say, "Ye hae the floor Ymeia."

[Storytime Ends and Meeting Begins]

Ymeia says, "Thanks."

Attendance:
Officers:
Lady Warlord Ymeia
Lord High Guardian of Order of the Elanthian Rose Balantine
Lord Nazarr of the Merchant’s Guild

Full Members:
Lady Paladin Emeritus Cosannie
Lord Khazaann
Lehon

Squire/Page:
Janarth, squire to Cosannie
Fulayin, squire to Balantine

[There was some House Business regarding the Fulayin vote]

You recite quietly:

"If no more questions, I call for a vote of Lady Fulayin for full membership"

Nazarr says, "Seconded."

Fulayin says, "I have heard a lot about Sir Cryheart from Cosannie, perhaps he would honor me with one?"

You recite quietly:

"Ye hae until next meeting to vote"

Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.

You quietly say, "Sir Cryheart had to leave, duties."

Fulayin says, "Ahhh."

You recite quietly:

"Ye hae learned well, I'll hae more to say after the vote"

"For now, how about a closing tale?"

Ymeia nods to you.

You recite quietly:

"This is a new one, and somewhat apt"

You stand back up.

You clear your throat.

Janarth nods at Ymeia.

You recite quietly:

"Will You?"

"When danger comes, will you stand or run?
Will you endure the beating sun?
Climb the rugged mountain steep?
Suffer silently or will you weep?"

"Will you face your demons down?
Endure the challenge of renown?
Or will from your threat now flee?
And the evil refuse to see?"

"Shall you take courage and pay the cost?
For ships at sea are often tossed
Or in safe harbor will you stay?
Abandon risk to seek safe play?"

"For nothing ventured nothing gained
Can your emotions keep contained?
Or will you cower in trembling fear?
When rumors of nearing death you hear?"

"Will you choose to defend the meek?
Or with the crowd do you hide and seek?
Choose your poison which to drink
Learn to swim and not to sink"

"For life comes to all but once
The wise man chooses, not the dunce
Will you years from now regret your fate?
And in obscurity your choices hate?"

"Now lies opportunity in your grasp
So seize the day and do not gasp
At others' deeds and widespread fame
For there is time to make your name"

"Will you train when others rest?
Will you learn to be your best?
For there is time enough to sleep
When breath is gone, and night is deep"

You tilt your head down.

You bow.

Ymeia stands up.

Ymeia applauds.

Lehon applauds you.

Janarth applauds you.

Cosannie applauds.

Lehon says, "Nicely said."

Nazarr applauds you.

Lehon adopts an agreeable expression.

You smile.
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Fulayin says, "So talented."

You pour yourself a pint of Onoir black and red bourbon.

You raise your black and red bourbon in a toast!

Nazarr says, "Excellently done, Balantine."

You recite quietly:

"To Onoir!"

Ymeia removes a massive black blade from in her spidersilk harness.

You take a drink from your black and red bourbon.
You feel tension draining away, giving way to a very relaxed state.
You have 3 quaffs left.

Ymeia smiles as she sharpens baby

Janarth produces a glass of Black Sands whiskey from the depths of his mist tartan cloak.

Janarth raises his Black Sands whiskey in a toast!

Ymeia smiles as she sharpens baby
Ymeia whispers, "Ready for me?"

You recite quietly:

"An' start workin' on yer stories for next year, I want other to tell tales too"

You nod at Ymeia.

You sit down.

Ymeia recites:

"Thank yew Balantine"

Ymeia recites:

"We have been celebrating our founders this past weekend"

Lehon lets out a cheer!

Janarth lets out a cheer!

Ymeia recites:

"The past two weeks Balantine and I have been collecting vote for Squire Janarth"

Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.

Ymeia recites:

"The vote for full membership was"

Ymeia smiles as she does a drum roll

(Janarth holds his breath.)

Ymeia recites:

"The AYES have it!"

You applaud Janarth.

Janarth lets out a cheer!

Khazaann lets out a cheer!

Ymeia recites:

"Off goes his head!"

Ymeia raises her massive black blade in triumph!

You smile.

You stand back up.

Ymeia recites:

"Boss lady is still having issues seeing, and can not be here tonight"

Janarth stands up.

You open a satchel stitched with veniom thread and clasped with a pale blue dragonsbreath sapphire.

Ymeia recites:

"I have faith once her surgery on 25th she will regain sight"

A yellow-eyed forest wolfhound yawns creakily, snorting softly with an expression of well-fed contentment.

Janarth nods firmly at Ymeia.

Ymeia recites:

"I am praying for her sight to return"

You pick up a burgundy wicker basket draped in velvet-petaled ebon roses.

Nazarr nods at Ymeia.

Ymeia recites:

"She has asked me to do the honors of chopping a head, my first time"

"She has loaned baby to me"

Lehon ducks his head.

Ymeia taps a massive black blade, which is in her right hand.

Ymeia recites:

"All rize"

Cosannie stands up.

Fulayin stands up.

[Onoir, Brother Sartarius Chapel]

Janarth joins Ymeia's group.

You pull Nazarr to his feet.

Ymeia recites:

"All join to me!"

Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.

Lehon turns toward Ymeia and renders a sharp hand salute.

Lehon says, "All present."

Nazarr turns toward Ymeia and renders a sharp hand salute.

Ymeia recites:

"I am gonna ask our Sir Balantine to lead us to the shrine"

Ymeia designates you as the new leader of the group.

You nod.

You put a pint of Onoir black and red bourbon in your black silk greatcloak.

You swap your wicker picnic basket from your left to your right hand.

You sling an etched rolaren shield off from over your shoulder.

You stop guarding Fulayin, move over to Janarth, and prepare to guard him from attack.

[The group moves towards Kai’s Shrine]

[Lower Dragonsclaw, Summit]
Large rectangular talismans carved from pale grey granite ring the edges of the summit, like sentries guarding the precious grounds of this jewel among the heavens. Moonlight pierces through the clouds overhead, carrying with it a faint promise of light found even in the darkness. Set in the exact center of the circle, a tall octagonal building with an arch of pure granite beckons.
Obvious paths: down
Khazaann, Janarth, Lehon, Ymeia, Nazarr, Fulayin and Cosannie followed.

You designate Ymeia as the new leader of the group.

Khazaann put a sharpened vultite katana in his threaded harness.
Ymeia recites:

"Squire Janarth, please step forward and kneel"

You drop a white wicker picnic basket.

(Janarth steps forward.)

Janarth kneels down.

Khazaann walks toward Janarth.

Ymeia recites:

"Mentor of Janarth please step forward and stand behind your squire"

Khazaann walks toward Nazarr.

Cosannie smiles as she walks forward, and positions herself to stand behind Janarth

Ymeia recites:

"Squire Janarth, as a squire you are tasked thing to do, which one did you find the most challenging"

Janarth says, "Hmm..."

Janarth says, "I would say the most challenging was participating/hosting an event for all - being a host is not something I often do."

Lehon tries to tinker with a white wicker picnic basket.

Janarth says, "And I felt a good bit of pressure to make sure my performance reflected well on Onoir."

You smile at Janarth.

Ymeia recites:

"Working with two others isn't a easy task in itself"

Lehon asks, "Do we have a chrism ready?"

Fulayin says, "I do."

Janarth's face turns slightly pale.

Lehon turns toward Fulayin and renders a sharp salute with his tincture of acantha.

Lehon taps a tincture of acantha, which is in his right hand.

Ymeia recites:

"Mentor Cosannie, would you tell us about your squire please"

Cosannie nods.

Janarth turns an inquisitive ear toward Cosannie.

Cosannie recites:

"I first met Janarth through Charwiz"

Khazaann whispers to the group, "Sorry i must go."

Lord Khazaann just went down.

Cosannie recites:

"It was over alchemy"

"Which mastering alchemy was one of his task to do"

Cosannie recites:

"I have watched thought nets, with his thoughts"


You quietly say, "Now that is a challenging task."

Cosannie recites:

"So many members, squires, don't always think pure thoughts"

Janarth raises an eyebrow in Cosannie's direction.

Cosannie recites:

"I was ever so proud of what i heard him think"

Cosannie recites:

"I heard his offering help to fallen"

Cosannie recites:

"He has shown Honor, through his actions and thoughts"

Cosannie recites:

"I had task him to help Fulayin gather boxes for her batter bash event"


"Without fail, he show his duty to help by bringing me over 300 boxes for the event"

Janarth beams happily at Cosannie!

Cosannie recites:

"The will to make Onoir look good, show his Loyality"


Lehon fidgets.

Cosannie recites:

"No matter what the task was, he did it willingly and without fail"

You hoot.

Janarth blushes a florid shade of deep crimson.

Cosannie recites:

"This fellow is ready to become a paladin"

Cosannie nods at Ymeia.

Ymeia smiles at Cosannie.

Ymeia recites:

"Now that your mentor talked about yew, might you give us some thoughts on your mentor"

Janarth says, "Since she became my mentor, I've known Cosannie was an accomplished sorceress, a patient teacher, and a generous person."

Janarth says, "I recently learned how strong her will was, when I was told a bit more of the lore of Onoir - all she did for the House."

Ymeia nods.

Janarth says, "Her generosity and service inspire me to do the same."

Ymeia nods.

You see Cosannie Hawggweiler the Sacrificer.
She appears to be a Half-Elf.
She is tall. She appears to be youthful. She has dark-lashed tempest blue eyes and milky white skin. She has shoulder length, straight black hair. She has a delicate face and a narrow waist.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a small wicker basket in her left hand.
She is wearing a bristly boarhide pack, a deathstone inset mithril crown, a tightly braided mithglin diadem accented with tiny demon-etched blue diamonds, some dangling blue diamond earrings, a lapis and ivory dagger symbol, a dark silver chain lavaliere caught with an onyx rose petal, a gold-trimmed diamond hydra pendant, a silver Fist of Kai pendant, a demon-etched mithglin locket, a cerulean spidersilk greatcloak clasped with a blue diamond cabochon, a crystallized silvery fossil charm, a carved blue tourmaline buckle, a praying paladin insignia, a silver House Onoir insignia, a willow wood compass pin, an ivory dagger symbol set with chalcedony and blue quartz, a demon-etched golden relic, a black and red Onoir crest, some ocean-blue casting gloves with silvery sigils, a perfect winter rose adorned with violet ribbons, a bright crimson surcoat, an ancient Black Wolf armband, a pure silver Aspis pin, an elongated ur-barath rune, a black and red Onoir crest, a fine-threaded demon-stitched blue leather runestaff harness, an ancient rune-etched blue diamond wand harness inlaid with a tiny silver fire-breathing dragon, a low-cut blue leather bodice, some blue casting leathers, a loose blue silk blouse with wrist-bound sleeves, a lion-adorned black silk armband, a coiled mithglin chain armband, a blue diamond-studded wristband, a wiregrass bracelet, a glyph-etched blue diamond ring, a mithglin braided wedding band, a golden lionness head ring, a thin platinum diamond-inlaid waistchain, a midnight blue velvet gem pouch, a small maoral dart case, a weathered grey leather pouch, an ivory silk sewing case embroidered with yellow blossoms, a thigh-length blue leather skirt embroidered with fine mithglin thread, a small brass cog suspended from a thin silver chain, a pair of laced-up blue leather boots with high heels, and a gilded locus.

You quietly say, "Big boots ta fill."

You grin at Cosannie.

Janarth agrees with you.

Ymeia says, "I agree."

Cosannie says, "You humble me."

Ymeia recites:

"Janarth i have three question for yew"

Janarth exclaims, "There are three teaspoons in a tablespoon!"

You quietly ask, "Thought we quizzed him last time?"

Ymeia giggles.

You quietly say, "This nae be the time for questions."

Janarth blushes a florid shade of deep crimson.

Ymeia recites:

"Do yew promise to keep our motto Honor, Duty, and Loyality close to yer heart at all times?"

You quietly say, "Ahh, that questions ye may answer."

Janarth says, "I do so promise."

Janarth nods firmly.

Lehon beams!

Ymeia recites:

"Do you give your word to always represent Onoir at all times"

Janarth says, "I do."

Janarth nods at Ymeia.

Ymeia recites:

"Ready to loose yer head?"

Ymeia recites:

"And become a paladin of Onoir"

Janarth says, "I'm somewhat attached to it...but for this House I will do what needs to be done."

You lean back.

Speaking to Cosannie, Ymeia says, "Got yer basket."

You point at a white wicker picnic basket.

(Janarth tilts his heard forward and extends his neck.)

Cosannie nods.

Cosannie says, "I do."

Cosannie raises her wicker basket skyward!

Lehon says, "Roll'em Roudolf."

Janarth winces.

Ymeia nods.

Ymeia raises her massive black blade in triumph!

Ymeia raises her massive black blade in triumph!

Ymeia stares at Cosannie.

Ymeia smiles as she holds Cosannies gaze, as she brings the massive black blade downward with speed as the light bounces off the sharp edge of the blade, sending light bouncing around the summit, stopping just short of Janarths right shoulder, where she lightly taps it with the blade

Janarth gives a sigh of relief.

Ymeia raises her massive black blade in triumph!

Ymeia stares at Janarth.

Ymeia smiles as she holds Janarths gaze, as she brings the massive black blade down with speed just missing his left ear, trimming the hair nearby, as she stops short of Janarth, and lightly taps his left shoulder with her massive black blade

Cosannie says, "It will grow back."

Lehon quickly ducks behind Ymeia.

Ymeia raises her massive black blade in triumph!

Ymeia smiles as she takes a deep breath, gazes upwards beseeching Kai’s blessings, as she brings the massive black blade downwards even faster than before, the massive blade makes a WHOOOOSH! as it slices through Janarth's neck, tossing his head back towards Cosannie, as she stops just short of his right shoulder, and lightly taps it.

Cosannie smiles as she catches Janarth’s head in her basket, quickly spins around as she reaches into her basket removes his head holding it high, she slides it back onto his body, pouring several mixtures of tinctures and potions into him, restoring him fully!

Ymeia recites:

"It is with great joy to welcome our newest Paladin of Onoir, Janarth"

Cosannie recites:

"I gotcha Paladin Janarth!"

Ymeia raises her massive black blade in triumph!

Cosannie roars!

Nazarr roars!

Ymeia roars!

Ymeia roars!

Ymeia recites:

"Welcome to the family!"

You let out a loud whoop as you applaud Janarth!

Cosannie turns to face Janarth.

You pick up a white wicker picnic basket.

You dust off the wicker picnic basket in your hand.

Janarth lets out a cheer!

Lehon roars at Janarth!

You sling an etched rolaren shield over your shoulder.

You remove a sable knapsack from in your black silk greatcloak.

Nazarr bows to Janarth.

Speaking to Janarth, Cosannie says, "I have something for you."

You put a white wicker picnic basket in your sable knapsack.

You put a sable knapsack in your black silk greatcloak.

Cosannie takes off a black and red Onoir crest.

Cosannie recites:

"I give my crest to you"

Cosannie offers Janarth a black and red Onoir crest.

You turn toward Janarth and render a sharp hand salute.

Janarth stands up.

Janarth turns to face Cosannie.

Janarth accepts Cosannie's red Onoir crest.

Speaking to Cosannie, Janarth says, "Thank you - I am honored."

Cosannie gives Janarth a friendly hug.

You quietly exclaim, "Well done!"

Cosannie says, "You have honored me this eve, thank you for being mine."

Janarth puts on a black and red Onoir crest.

Janarth hugs Cosannie.

Ymeia recites:

"We ready!"

Ymeia recites:

"For Honor!"

You bow deeply at the waist, honoring Janarth.

Cosannie recites:

"For Honor!"

Janarth exclaims, "For Duty!"

Cosannie recites:

"For Loyality!"

Ymeia recites:

"For House Daingneach Onoir!"

Janarth roars!

You glare intently and let out a nerve-shattering bellow!
Roundtime: 3 sec.

Ymeia recites:

"Boss lady had one more thing she asked of me"

Lehon and Janarth shake hands.

Janarth smiles at Lehon.

Janarth gives Lehon a firm handshake.

Lehon says, "Welcome Home."

Ymeia recites:

"Now that Janarth is a Paladin, she wants me to put him up for vote for Lord Sage of the Quill"

Janarth says, "I'm glad to call this home - thank you."

Lehon says, "Time to camp out for a few."

Lehon beams!

You recite quietly:

"Seconded"

Ymeia recites:

"Janarth are yew willing to be leader of the quill"

Lehon turns toward Nazarr and renders a sharp salute with his tincture of acantha.

Lehon gives Nazarr a friendly hug.

Nazarr exclaims, "Thirded!"

Lehon hugs Ymeia, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

Lehon hugs Cosannie, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

Lehon gives Fulayin a friendly hug.

Lehon hugs Janarth.

Ymeia gives Lehon a friendly hug.

Lehon gives you a friendly hug.

Lehon says, "Be well folks and thanks for the great eve."

Janarth nods.

Lehon waves.

Nazarr gives Lehon a friendly hug.

Janarth says, "I am willing as well as honored."

Speaking quietly to Janarth, you say, "Ye are moving up fast Lord Sage."

You grin.

Ymeia recites:

"So we have votes for Lady Fulayin for membership, and Janarth for Lord Sage"

You nod at Ymeia.

Janarth grins at you.

Ymeia recites:

"On 30th we will see about chopping another head off"

You quietly say, "Jus remember Lady Paladin Emeritus Cosannie is always watchin'."

Fulayin's face turns slightly pale.

You elbow Janarth in the ribs in a playful sort of way.

Cosannie agrees with you.

You agree with Ymeia.

Janarth nods to you.

Cosannie says, "I am."

Ymeia says, "She has eyes everywhere."

Ymeia shudders.

Janarth says, "She can appear anywhere at any time - Ymeia says she uses a broom. And I know she can implode things."

Janarth gulps.

Ymeia recites:

"Balantine ..lead us home!?"

Ymeia designates you as the new leader of the group.

You quietly say, "Long as she nae takes em outta her skull, that spell creeps me out."

Janarth laughs at you!

Ymeia agrees with you.

You nod at Ymeia.

Ymeia says, "I rather have her extra arms than eyes out."

You recite quietly:

"Follow me please!"

You turn around.

[The group heads back to the Fortress]

[Onoir, Brother Sartarius Chapel]
Moonlight streams in through the clear crystal ceiling, casting long shadows across the rosewood floor towards the pulpit centered at the front of the room, the platform set before several pews. Silver sconces frame tapestries across the chapel walls, the light sparkling across them like stars in the evening sky. Soft murmurs of prayer and singing echo throughout the chamber, the sounds reverberating against a rosewood table by the onyx staircase, the table half-cast in shadow. You also see some snow white silk pillows.
Obvious exits: none
Janarth, Ymeia, Nazarr, Fulayin and Cosannie followed.

Speaking to Cosannie, Ymeia says, "For an old woman yew still got moves, great reflexes back there."

You snap sharply to attention!

You recite quietly:

"Meeting dismissed!"

Nazarr snaps smartly to attention!

Cosannie shifts her eyes to Ymeia.

Nazarr bows.

Ymeia hugs Janarth.

Janarth raises an eyebrow in Cosannie's direction.

Nazarr exclaims, "Good night, everyone!"

Janarth hugs Ymeia.

Nazarr turns toward Janarth and renders a sharp hand salute.

Your fingers briefly touch your brow as you render a casual salute to Nazarr.

You quietly say, "Thanks for attending."

Cosannie gives Janarth a friendly hug.

Janarth hugs Cosannie.

You smile at Nazarr.

Janarth waves to Nazarr.

Nazarr smiles.

Janarth turns toward Nazarr and renders a sharp hand salute.

Cosannie says, "I'll work on the tale of Ymeia and Largess."

You quietly say, "Good to see ye back."

Ymeia grumbles.

You snicker at Cosannie.

Janarth laughs!

Cosannie hugs you, and you wrap her in a warm embrace.

Nazarr chuckles.

You hug Cosannie, and she wraps you in a warm embrace in return.

Cosannie says, "Though Balantine your would be much better."

You quietly say, "Guess I should work on one for Lord Elbromo too."

Nazarr exclaims, "See you in two days!"

Nazarr waves.

You wave to Nazarr.

Janarth waves.

Ymeia agrees with you.

Ymeia hugs Nazarr, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

Nazarr just went down a black onyx staircase.

Fulayin says, "I need to take my lead, got prayers and reading to do."

Fulayin waves.

Fulayin hugs you, and you wrap her in a warm embrace.

You give Fulayin a friendly hug.

Janarth waves to Fulayin.

Fulayin says, "Night all."

Nazarr exclaims, "Hugs to everyone who likes them!"

Fulayin hugs Janarth.

Janarth gives Fulayin a friendly hug.

Speaking to Janarth, Fulayin says, "Congrats."

Speaking to Fulayin, Janarth exclaims, "Good night!"

You quietly say, "And special congratulations."

You smile at Janarth.

Speaking to Janarth, Fulayin says, "And thank you for all those boxes."

You see Janarth deFello.
He appears to be a Faendryl Dark Elf.
He is taller than average. He appears to be youthful. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and dark skin. He has short, thick black hair. He has an angular face, a sharp nose and a straight scar on his left cheek.
Superimposed over Janarth's form is the ghostly silhouette of a dark elven sage, an introspective expression on his face. As you watch, he tilts his chin upward ever so slightly and sniffs in a mildly officious manner.
He has a black serpent tattoo on his neck.
He has some minor cuts and bruises on his left leg.
He is holding a glass of Black Sands whiskey in his left hand.
He is wearing a segmented black bone-inlaid skullcap inset with bloodstones, a diamond-set platinum torc, a blackened mithglin aventail, a thin woven grey shroud embellished with muted crimson patterns, an elegant gold talisman, a voluminous mist tartan cloak lined in silver-tipped aquerne, a black opal inset mithril brooch, a rune-etched dark vaalin armband, a rune-etched mithril relic, a black and red Onoir crest, a copper-shod runestaff sling with a taloned rowan runestaff hanging from it, a midnight black leather pack, some matte black leather armor covered in faint silver glyphs, a pair of serpent-shaped bracers, a coiled mithglin chain armband, some brushed burgundy suede half-gloves, a faded gold ring, a dark red watered silk sack, a dark cordovan case whipstitched with rawhide laces, some black linen trousers, and some shadowy dark grey boots.

Fulayin waves.

Lady Fulayin just went down a black onyx staircase.

Janarth says, "Thank you! Another time I want to hear about the bash."

You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:

Janarth says, "I fear I too am not long for the evening."

Cosannie says, "Well."

You quietly say, "Aye, I shall take my leave, and send out the missive."

You remove a lion-etched visored greathelm crafted from vultite from in your black silk greatcloak.

You put a lion-etched visored greathelm crafted from vultite on your head.

You quietly say, "Great work all, thank ye for all ye do for our House."

Cosannie says, "Are ya sending logs to Janarth."

You quietly say, "Aye."

Cosannie says, "Excellent."

Cosannie gives Janarth a friendly hug.

Janarth hugs Cosannie.

Cosannie says, "So proud of you."

Janarth says, "Good night all."

Janarth beams happily at Cosannie!

You quietly say, "Good night all, see ye again soon."

You wave.

[Balantine’s point of view ends here]
If there are any corrections or additions, please send them to both janarthgsiv@gmail.com and roelaren@gmail.com.

Thank you very much,
Janarth, Apprentice, Guild of the Quill

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