>go steps
[Hearthstone, Front Porch] (397002)
Airy and open, the porch is enclosed by smooth, freshly painted white modwir up to a height of about four feet. As you ponder the sky-blue color of the ceiling and a lacework of deep green ivy that crisscrosses the open space between posts, the hubbub of the world beyond quickly fades away. Rocking chairs of various sizes are an inviting sight, and an elegant green marble arch provides a tantalizing view of the splendors inside the old manor. You also see a dappled lion, a doorman, a scorched oak sideboard with some stuff on it, a purple modwir bin and the porch steps.
Also here: Murharzarm, Ymeia, Lady Fulayin, Augustinia, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren
Obvious paths: none
>hug roe
You hug Roelaren, stirring the scent of dark violet, vanilla, and freesia on a bed of wood ash and bergamot from her skin, and she wraps you in a warm embrace in return.
>
Roelaren smiles at you.
>join roe
You join Roelaren.
>
Roelaren hugs you, and you wrap her in a warm embrace.
>hug ymeia
You hug Ymeia.
>You hear the General thoughts of Sansoni echo in your mind:
Sansoni thinks, "Sorry ignore me."
'hail all!
You quietly exclaim, "Hail all!"
>
Roelaren designates you as the new leader of the group.

>remove greath
You take a lion-etched visored greathelm crafted from vultite off your head.
>
Roelaren whispers, "Yemia and fula are in sleep mode Julie is afk."
>put greath in my greatcl
>
You put a lion-etched visored greathelm crafted from vultite in your black silk greatcloak.
>look
[Hearthstone, Front Porch] (397002)
Airy and open, the porch is enclosed by smooth, freshly painted white modwir up to a height of about four feet. As you ponder the sky-blue color of the ceiling and a lacework of deep green ivy that crisscrosses the open space between posts, the hubbub of the world beyond quickly fades away. Rocking chairs of various sizes are an inviting sight, and an elegant green marble arch provides a tantalizing view of the splendors inside the old manor. You also see a dappled lion, a doorman, a scorched oak sideboard with some stuff on it, a purple modwir bin and the porch steps.
Also here: Murharzarm, Ymeia, Lady Fulayin, Augustinia, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren
Obvious paths: none
>
A bright trail of fiery light rises high above above Drakes Vanguard Fortress, vanishing from sight a moment later.

A blinding burst of red paints the night sky and comes together to form a heart.
>whisper roelaren she called me earlier and said she would be late
You quietly whisper to Roelaren, "She called me earlier and said she would be late."
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Roelaren echo in your mind:
Sir Balantine is giving a presentation on the Politics of the Elven Nations at 8:30 pm tonight on the steps of the Hearthstone. All are welcomes.

Roelaren smiles.
>look
[Hearthstone, Front Porch] (397002)
Airy and open, the porch is enclosed by smooth, freshly painted white modwir up to a height of about four feet. As you ponder the sky-blue color of the ceiling and a lacework of deep green ivy that crisscrosses the open space between posts, the hubbub of the world beyond quickly fades away. Rocking chairs of various sizes are an inviting sight, and an elegant green marble arch provides a tantalizing view of the splendors inside the old manor. You also see a dappled lion, a doorman, a scorched oak sideboard with some stuff on it, a purple modwir bin and the porch steps.
Also here: Murharzarm, Ymeia, Lady Fulayin, Augustinia, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren
Obvious paths: none
>
Roelaren just closed a chalky white backpack.
>armor support
Your white alloy platemail suddenly shifts and falls out of alignment.
You adjust your white alloy platemail, improving its ability to support the weight of your gear.
Roundtime: 5 sec.
>
The spider-shaped clasp lurking upon Ymeia's chest languidly stretches its foremost pair of legs before freezing again into sedulous immobility.
>
A swarm of tiny spiders suddenly appears from beneath the folds of Roelaren's spidersilk cloak and seals the opening in the cloak with their silk.
>
Roelaren just closed a black leather medic satchel adorned with an Onoir crest.
>
Roelaren just closed a silver and gold linen bag fastened by a white albatross.
>esp who onoir full
You strain your senses outward searching for others on the Onoir channel.
You sense the following minds on the onoir channel:
Aldhelm Lehon Fulayin Sirona
Ymeia Roelaren Khazaann Augustinia
Balantine

Tuned Players: 9
>
Murharzarm nods in greeting to you.
>bow murh
You bow to Murharzarm.
>
Augustinia just closed the heavy backpack placed alongside her.
>
Augustinia pulls a shadowy black silk cape around herself tightly, obscuring most of her form.
>
Augustinia just closed an ink black elven leather rucksack adormed with the image of a golden ruby-eyed lion.
>whisper roelaren did ye see Crazyfeathers response?
You quietly whisper to Roelaren, "Did ye see Crazyfeathers response?"
>
Murharzarm takes a drink from his vivid green absinthe.
Murharzarm looks rather relaxed.
>
A colorful flare rises into the air high above Drakes Vanguard Fortress before exploding into a tumbling cascade of silver-eyed peacock feathers.
>
A colorful flare rises into the air high above the town of Wehnimer's Landing before exploding into a tumbling cascade of silver-eyed peacock feathers.
>
A bright trail of fiery light rises high above above the town of Wehnimer's Landing, vanishing from sight a moment later.

A blinding burst of red paints the night sky and comes together to form a heart.
>recite welcome, refreshments are on the sideboard, help yerself
You recite quietly:

"Welcome, refreshments are on the sideboard, help yerself"

>tap side
You tap a scorched oak sideboard.
>look on sideboard
Roelaren says, "Lots of fireworks going off."
>
On the oak sideboard:
Food/Drink [32]: a handful of cocoa-dusted almonds, a glazed strawberry tart, a piece of strawberry-rum cake, a honey-dipped fried banana, a mug of golden wheat beer, a tumbler of strawberry champagne, a wide flagon of blueberry ale, a handful of tiny peanut butter cookies, a mug of elderberry mead, a juicy roasted drumstick, a slice of blueberry pie, a chunk of raw onion, a bowl of fresh mixed fruit, a handful of roasted hazelnuts, some spiced caramel apple cider, a flagon of frothy oatmeal stout, a leg of well-seasoned mutton, a sweet pickled onion, a crock of fragrant onion stew, a leg of roasted rabbit, a goblet of pale golden chardonnay, a cup of fresh apple cider, a cup of honeyed mint tea, a stein of thick dark lager, a snifter of rich dark cognac, a clam chowder-filled bread bowl, some butter-braised asparagus, a butter and herb braised squab, a glass of ruby red wine, a hickory roasted cockatrice leg, a wedge of crusty peach pie, a chicken and cashew salad
Total items: 32
>
Augustinia hugs you, and you wrap her in a warm embrace.
>get tart
You help yourself to a glazed strawberry tart.
>eat my tart
You take a bite of your strawberry tart.
You have 3 bites left.
>
Augustinia smiles at you.
>hug aug
You hug Augustinia, and she wraps you in a warm embrace in return.
>eat my tart
You take a bite of your strawberry tart. The luscious taste of ripe, sugared strawberries fills your mouth.
You have 2 bites left.
>eat my tart
You take a bite of your strawberry tart. Tiny strawberry seeds catch in your teeth.
You have one bite left.
>
Roelaren summons a torrent of spiritual and mental mana and releases upon herself a flurry of abjurations.
Dark red droplets coalesce upon your skin before sinking into your flesh. Your heart stutters for an instant before settling into a steady, powerful rhythm.
>eat my tart
You take a bite of your strawberry tart. Tiny strawberry seeds catch in your teeth.
That was the last of it!
>
Augustinia summons a torrent of elemental mana and releases upon herself a flurry of abjurations.
Your form blurs.
A dappled lion blurs before your eyes.
>get second cider from sideboard
You pour yourself a cup of fresh apple cider.
>drink my cider
You take a drink from your fresh apple cider. The drink has a cold, tangy bite.
You have 4 quaffs left.
>You hear the OOC thoughts of Omot echo in your mind:
Elfs stink.

Roelaren helps herself to a piece of strawberry-rum cake.
>
Roelaren pours herself a tumbler of strawberry champagne.
>drink my cider
You take a drink from your fresh apple cider.
You have 3 quaffs left.
>
Roelaren takes a drink from her strawberry champagne.
Roelaren looks rather relaxed.
>
Murharzarm says, "Well timed especially with formal court being held only a few days ago."
>
Roelaren takes a bite of her strawberry-rum cake.
>
Roelaren agrees with Murharzarm.
>'aye, will cover some o' that
You quietly say, "Aye, will cover some o' that."
>'lots to talk about
You quietly say, "Lots to talk about."
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|CONTEST| GM Xeraphina announced a contest for paid subscribers to submit new outfit ideas to stock Piaere's Boutique in Cysaegir. The contest deadline is Feb 16, 2025, with only one entry per person. Each entry to consist of 5 total articles of clothing. Rules, prizes, and entry link at: https://bit.ly/4aB4K83 .
You hear the General thoughts of Roelaren echo in your mind:
Roelaren thinks, "The politics of the Elven Nations presentaion will start in about 7 minutes we are at the steps of the Hearthstone."
look
[Hearthstone, Front Porch] (397002)
Airy and open, the porch is enclosed by smooth, freshly painted white modwir up to a height of about four feet. As you ponder the sky-blue color of the ceiling and a lacework of deep green ivy that crisscrosses the open space between posts, the hubbub of the world beyond quickly fades away. Rocking chairs of various sizes are an inviting sight, and an elegant green marble arch provides a tantalizing view of the splendors inside the old manor. You also see a dappled lion, a doorman, a scorched oak sideboard with some stuff on it, a purple modwir bin and the porch steps.
Also here: Murharzarm, Ymeia, Lady Fulayin, Augustinia, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren
Obvious paths: none
>think on general Come join us at the Hearthstone steps at Wehnimer's Landing for a discussion of Elven Nations and their politics
You focus on projecting your thoughts.
You hear the General thoughts of Balantine echo in your mind:
You think, "Come join us at the Hearthstone steps at Wehnimer's Landing for a discussion of Elven Nations and their politics."
>
You hear very soft footsteps.
>
The dim aura fades from around Augustinia.
>
Augustinia begins to breathe less deeply.
>
The dully illuminated mantle protecting Augustinia begins to falter, then completely fades away.
>
The powerful look leaves Augustinia.
>
Augustinia summons a torrent of elemental mana and releases upon herself a flurry of abjurations.
Your form blurs.
A dappled lion blurs before your eyes.
>look
[Hearthstone, Front Porch] (397002)
Airy and open, the porch is enclosed by smooth, freshly painted white modwir up to a height of about four feet. As you ponder the sky-blue color of the ceiling and a lacework of deep green ivy that crisscrosses the open space between posts, the hubbub of the world beyond quickly fades away. Rocking chairs of various sizes are an inviting sight, and an elegant green marble arch provides a tantalizing view of the splendors inside the old manor. You also see a dappled lion, a doorman, a scorched oak sideboard with some stuff on it, a purple modwir bin and the porch steps.
Also here: Lucullan, Murharzarm, Ymeia, Lady Fulayin, Augustinia, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren
Obvious paths: none
>drink my cider
You take a drink from your fresh apple cider. The sweet liquid tingles on the tip of your tongue.
You have 2 quaffs left.
>
Augustinia pours herself a glass of ruby red wine.
>
The violet sapphire idol pinned to Lucullan's chest starts to twitch with a phantom heartbeat for several seconds before falling silent.
>
Augustinia helps herself to a wedge of crusty peach pie.
>
Nephlin just arrived.
>
Roelaren smiles at Lucullan.
>'welcome
You quietly say, "Welcome."
>look
[Hearthstone, Front Porch] (397002)
Airy and open, the porch is enclosed by smooth, freshly painted white modwir up to a height of about four feet. As you ponder the sky-blue color of the ceiling and a lacework of deep green ivy that crisscrosses the open space between posts, the hubbub of the world beyond quickly fades away. Rocking chairs of various sizes are an inviting sight, and an elegant green marble arch provides a tantalizing view of the splendors inside the old manor. You also see a dappled lion, a doorman, a scorched oak sideboard with some stuff on it, a purple modwir bin and the porch steps.
Also here: Nephlin, Lucullan, Murharzarm, Ymeia, Lady Fulayin, Augustinia, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren
Obvious paths: none
>group
You are leading Ymeia, Fulayin, Augustinia, and Roelaren.

Your group status is currently open. You may be joined or taken into another group by the actions of another player.

Type GROUP CLOSE to set your group status to closed, or type GROUP HELP for a list of other options.
>
Murharzarm nods in greeting at Lucullan.
>
Lucullan smiles.
>
Lucullan quietly says, "Hello."
>hold murh
You gently take hold of Murharzarm's hand.
>hold lucu
You gently take hold of Lucullan's hand.
Faint green-gold filaments spiral inward from the local surroundings and weave themselves around you.
>hold neph
You gently take hold of Nephlin's hand.
You feel a subdued warmth through your arms and torso, accompanied by a preponderant sense of engagement.

Your spirit is empowered with an overwhelming sense of determination and resolve.

>You hear the Help thoughts of Trevic echo in your mind:
Ok requesting 20 stargazer lilies with deliver to FWI - will pay 50k for the quick work - thanks!

A few withered tendrils of vine fall away from Lucullan.
>
Lucullan quietly says, "K exp."
>
Lucullan coughs.
>
Lucullan quietly says, "Excuse me."
>You hear the Help thoughts of Trevic echo in your mind:
Elven Nations only herb ^^.

Roelaren takes a bite of her strawberry-rum cake.
>grin
You grin.
>
Roelaren takes a drink from her strawberry champagne.
>
Mauss just arrived.
>
Mauss waves.
>'just a few more minutes to allow for latecomers
You quietly say, "Just a few more minutes to allow for latecomers."
>
Roelaren waves.
>greet mauss
>
You bash forearms with Mauss in greeting.
>
Mauss greets, "Howdy yas."
>'welcome
You quietly say, "Welcome."
>
Roelaren smiles at Mauss.
>hold mauss
Tsalinx arrives, guided by an urchin, who nods to Tsalinx and quickly takes off.
>
Lord Tsalinx stalks down the porch steps, framed by a shifting, sourceless crimson glow.
>
Mauss pulls his hand away from you.
>
Mauss bashes forearms with you in greeting.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|REPOspotlight| Become nearly invincible with these Lich scripts for the Order of Voln! Adding ;repos info volnrestore.lic and ;repos info volndeath.lic to your startup will restore your health when you take too much damage and use the Symbol of Recall and Preservation on you when you die. Thanks for the tip, Nairdin!

Mauss joins your group.
>
Roelaren says, "Welcomes."
>
Mauss put a perfect walnut-handled zorchar katar in his vruul skin sheath.
Mauss slings a burnished mesille shield over his shoulder.
>
Tsalinx arrives, guided by an urchin, who nods to Tsalinx and quickly takes off.
>
A fluctuant spring spirit floats in, following Tsalinx.
>
Lord Tsalinx stalks down the porch steps, framed by a shifting, sourceless crimson glow.
>
Mauss begins to do his best to bandage his wounded abdomen.
>
Mauss coughs.
>
Murharzarm says, "I guess politics -can- be bloody."
>
Murharzarm takes a drink from his vivid green absinthe.
>
Mauss agrees with Murharzarm.
>'got a healer here if needed
You quietly say, "Got a healer here if needed."
>
Roelaren says, "It can indeed."
>glance roe
You glance at Roelaren.
>
Speaking dryly to Murharzarm, Mauss says, "Least on a proper battlefield ya know what ta do."
>
Speaking to Mauss, Roelaren says, "May i heal ye."
>drink my cider
You take a drink from your fresh apple cider.
You have one quaff left.
>
Mauss nods at Roelaren.
>
Sirona just arrived.
>
Roelaren focuses on Mauss with intense concentration.
Mauss's abdomen wound gradually fades, forming on Roelaren's abdomen instead.
>
Mauss's neck wound gradually fades, forming on Roelaren's neck instead.
>
Sirona smiles.
>
Mauss's chest wound gradually fades, forming on Roelaren's chest instead.
>hug sirona
You hug Sirona, stirring the scent of crisp cleanliness from her skin, and she wraps you in a warm embrace in return.
>
Mauss's left leg scar gradually fades, forming on Roelaren's left leg instead.
>
Speaking to Roelaren, Mauss says, "I wasna gonna say nothin', but I saved ya a lesson."
>
Sirona hugs you, and you wrap her in a warm embrace.
>hold sirona
Mauss's back scar gradually fades, forming on Roelaren's back instead.
>
You clasp Sirona's hand tenderly.
>
Sirona smiles.
>
Mauss winks.
>
Mauss's left eye scar gradually fades, forming on Roelaren's left eye instead.
>
Speaking to Mauss, Murharzarm says, "Please. With training and experience you know how to knock heads and bitebacks on your way up to higher position too."
>say ::sirona good ta see ye, again
Speaking quietly to Sirona, you say, "Good ta see ye, again."
>grin
You grin.
>
The cuts on Roelaren's chest close and the bruises fade.
>
Roelaren wavers with sudden fatigue.
>
Roelaren smiles.
>
Speaking quietly to you, Sirona says, "Great to see you as well."
>
Roelaren murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Towermen echo in your mind:
Selling a T5 shield cape (up to 5% chance to block an incoming attack) with fully unlocked brooch and bangle(absorbs charges, once it absorbs 10 charges it discharges with damage). Weighs 5, holds 200 with %40 weight reduction. 400mil.

Roelaren gestures.
Points of silvery light begin to flicker around Roelaren. They grow in number, swirling into a bright flash as her injuries heal to scars, then gradually fade completely. Dimming slowly, the light settles into a shimmering silver cocoon that surrounds her.
>
Sirona quietly says, "Looking forward to your discussion."
>
Roelaren hugs Sirona, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
>
Roelaren agrees with Sirona.
>recite Welcome one and all to another Service Night, sponsored by House Daingneach Onoir and the Order of the Elanthian Rose
You recite quietly:

"Welcome one and all to another Service Night, sponsored by House Daingneach Onoir and the Order of the Elanthian Rose"

>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Towermen echo in your mind:
Selling an eonak arm with T5 lift (picks up up to 25 lbs), T5 intercept (5% chance to intercept an incoming attack) 300mil.

The silvery cocoon of light around Roelaren flashes brightly, then dissolves into thousands of tiny lights before fading away.
>
Speaking to Murharzarm, Mauss says, "Sure, if yer smart. And ya can write and such like that."
>
Sirona smiles at Roelaren.
>
Mauss smirks.
>
Sirona hugs Roelaren, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Towermen echo in your mind:
Possibly selling an 8x full plate, T5 ensorcelled, S6 sanct, T5 dispell with Flare Affinity(flares more, and hits harder), +3 stamina and health recovery, Light damage padding, T1 ithzir scripted, Admantine(blocks incoming attacks, but is heavy at 113lbs)

Roelaren takes a bite of her strawberry-rum cake.
>
A dappled lion lashes his tail gently, gazing hungrily at Ymeia.
>recite On the last Leyan each month, we offer information and services to aide the community
>
You recite quietly:

"On the last Leyan each month, we offer information and services to aide the community"

>
Augustinia takes a drink from her ruby red wine.
>
Roelaren feeds a dappled lion the last of her strawberry-rum cake.
>
The dim aura fades from around Nephlin.
>
Nephlin begins to breathe less deeply.
>
You hear very soft footsteps.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Towermen echo in your mind:
Might sell a 10x handaxe, T5 ensorcelled, S1 sanct, decent crit weighting, Ghezyte(DS dropping flares), Terror flaring with flare affinity(flares more often, freezing opponents in their spots, and causing creatures to drop their gear), KO flaring.
You hear the Merchant thoughts of Timbalt echo in your mind:
3 claim orbs left, 15m each ttm.

Lehon joins your group.
>
Lehon hugs Roelaren, who wraps him in a warm embrace.
>
Mauss waves to Lehon.
>
Lucullan's regal air swiftly drifts away.
>
The green and gold energy fades from around Lucullan.
>
Roelaren gives Lehon a friendly hug.
>
Lehon bows to Mauss.
>
Roelaren smiles at Nephlin.
>
Lehon hugs Augustinia, who wraps him in a warm embrace.
>
Lehon hugs Ymeia, who wraps him in a warm embrace.
>recite Tonight will be the third lecture in a series on politics of Elanthia, the first two focusing on Wehnimer's Landing and the Turamzzyrian Empire
You recite quietly:

"Tonight will be the third lecture in a series on politics of Elanthia, the first two focusing on Wehnimer's Landing and the Turamzzyrian Empire"

>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Towermen echo in your mind:
Looking to trade a 10x, fully unlocked greater rhimar flaring claidhmore, for a decked out tower shield if anyone has one.

Augustinia gives Lehon a friendly hug.
>
Mauss pours himself a flagon of frothy oatmeal stout.
>
Sir Guarrin strides in with fluid grace, each footstep leaving behind a faintly glowing, argent griffin feather that twirls in his wake.
>
Lehon says, "Good evening all."
>
Speaking to a scorched oak sideboard, Mauss exclaims, "Ya DO 'ave some!"
>recite Tonight will cover the Elven Nations
You recite quietly:

"Tonight will cover the Elven Nations"

>bow lehon
You bow to Lehon.
>
Roelaren smiles at Guarrin.
>
Murharzarm says, "Too bad I missed those."
>
Mauss raises his frothy oatmeal stout in a toast!
>
Murharzarm nods in greeting at Guarrin.
>
Inclining his head slightly, Guarrin offers the most minimal of bows with an air of utmost politeness.
>
Mauss tips his head back and empties a flagon of frothy oatmeal stout down his gullet!
>
Mauss nods to Guarrin in greeting.
>
Guarrin cordially greets, "Good evening."
>warsalute bow guarrin
You bow deeply at the waist, honoring Guarrin.
>You hear the General thoughts of Sirona echo in your mind:
Sirona thinks, "Come out to Hearthstone porch to listen to Balantine discuss Elven Nations politics. Just starting now."

Roelaren says, "Good evening to ye Sir."
>'welcome
You quietly say, "Welcome."
>
Roelaren curtsies to Guarrin.
>
Speaking in Elven, Lucullan quietly asks something you don't understand.
>recite refreshments on the sideboard, settle in and get comfortable
You recite quietly:

"Refreshments on the sideboard, settle in and get comfortable"

>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|MERCHANT-CYS| On Saturday, February 1 at 10pm, Kamphorena will be at the Cysaegir Citizen Lounge to offer her general services, including alterations, customizations (only one), lightening and deepening for citizens of Cysaegir. There are rules about citizenship for this merchant visit that you should really read at the GS Calendar entry: https://bit.ly/45cXywb .

Sirona smiles at Guarrin.
>
Lehon sits down.
>
Roelaren smiles at Lucullan.
>hold lehon
But Lehon is already a member of your group!
>
Lucullan winks at Roelaren.
>hold guarrin
You grab Guarrin's hand.
>look
[Hearthstone, Front Porch] (397002)
Airy and open, the porch is enclosed by smooth, freshly painted white modwir up to a height of about four feet. As you ponder the sky-blue color of the ceiling and a lacework of deep green ivy that crisscrosses the open space between posts, the hubbub of the world beyond quickly fades away. Rocking chairs of various sizes are an inviting sight, and an elegant green marble arch provides a tantalizing view of the splendors inside the old manor. You also see a yellow-eyed forest wolfhound, a dappled lion, a doorman, a scorched oak sideboard with some stuff on it, a purple modwir bin and the porch steps.
Also here: Sir Guarrin, Willow Guardian Lehon who is sitting, Sirona, Mauss, Nephlin, Lucullan, Murharzarm, Ymeia, Lady Fulayin, Augustinia, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren
Obvious paths: none
>
Guarrin says, "Apologies for interrupting. It seems you are getting started."
>group
You are leading Guarrin, Lehon, Sirona, Mauss, Nephlin, Lucullan, Murharzarm, Ymeia, Fulayin, Augustinia, and Roelaren.

Your group status is currently open. You may be joined or taken into another group by the actions of another player.

Type GROUP CLOSE to set your group status to closed, or type GROUP HELP for a list of other options.
>'ye are jus in time
You quietly say, "Ye are jus in time."
>smile
You smile.
>
Lucullan helps himself to a slice of blueberry pie.
>
Speaking to Guarrin, Mauss says, "Jus' blame it on me, I'm used ta it."
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Haaplo echo in your mind:
I have 5 claim orbs 15m each.

Lucullan takes a bite of his blueberry pie.
>
Mauss flashes a wide grin.
>
Speaking in Elven, Roelaren says something you don't understand.
>
Guarrin grins at Mauss.
>
The violet sapphire idol pinned to Lucullan's chest starts to twitch with a phantom heartbeat for several seconds before falling silent.
>
Lucullan nods at Roelaren.
>recite if ye wish more information on House Onoir or Service Nights, just inquire with one of our officers
You recite quietly:

"If ye wish more information on House Onoir or Service Nights, just inquire with one of our officers"

>
The powerful look leaves Nephlin.
>
Nephlin just went down the porch steps.
>
Roelaren seems less resolute.
>
Augustinia seems less resolute.
>
Fulayin seems less resolute.
>
Ymeia seems less resolute.
>
Murharzarm seems less resolute.
>
You feel less resolved as the divine urging subsides, fading into obscurity.
>
Lucullan seems less resolute.
>
Roelaren's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around her arms.
>
Augustinia's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around her arms.
>
Fulayin's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around her arms.
>
Murharzarm's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around his arms.
>
The subdued warmth embracing you fades along with the spiritual force surrounding your arms.
>
Ymeia's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around her arms.
>
Lucullan's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around his arms.
>
Guarrin seems less resolute.
>
Guarrin's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around his arms.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Veyion echo in your mind:
Selling covert arts 3m/week.

Mauss's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around his arms.
>
Mauss seems less resolute.
>
Sirona seems less resolute.
>
Sirona's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around her arms.
>recite Tonight's Service Night will talk about the Elven Nations, focusing on politics, leadership, treaties and diplomacy
You recite quietly:

"Tonight's Service Night will talk about the Elven Nations, focusing on politics, leadership, treaties and diplomacy"

>look
[Hearthstone, Front Porch] (397002)
Airy and open, the porch is enclosed by smooth, freshly painted white modwir up to a height of about four feet. As you ponder the sky-blue color of the ceiling and a lacework of deep green ivy that crisscrosses the open space between posts, the hubbub of the world beyond quickly fades away. Rocking chairs of various sizes are an inviting sight, and an elegant green marble arch provides a tantalizing view of the splendors inside the old manor. You also see a yellow-eyed forest wolfhound, a dappled lion, a doorman, a scorched oak sideboard with some stuff on it, a purple modwir bin and the porch steps.
Also here: Sir Guarrin, Willow Guardian Lehon who is sitting, Sirona, Mauss, Lucullan, Murharzarm, Ymeia, Lady Fulayin, Augustinia, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren
Obvious paths: none
>
Xanthalas just arrived.
>
A ridge cougar slips from the shadows.
>
Mauss turns an inquisitive ear toward you.
>scream balantine
You clear your throat.
>
Lehon seems less resolute.
>
Lehon's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around his arms.
>
Xanthalas waves to Sirona.
>
Sirona smiles at Xanthalas.
>
Lucullan smiles.
>
Roelaren smiles at Xanthalas.
>hold zan
What were you referring to?
>look
[Hearthstone, Front Porch] (397002)
Airy and open, the porch is enclosed by smooth, freshly painted white modwir up to a height of about four feet. As you ponder the sky-blue color of the ceiling and a lacework of deep green ivy that crisscrosses the open space between posts, the hubbub of the world beyond quickly fades away. Rocking chairs of various sizes are an inviting sight, and an elegant green marble arch provides a tantalizing view of the splendors inside the old manor. You also see a yellow-eyed forest wolfhound, a ridge cougar, a dappled lion, a doorman, a scorched oak sideboard with some stuff on it, a purple modwir bin and the porch steps.
Also here: Xanthalas, Sir Guarrin, Willow Guardian Lehon who is sitting, Sirona, Mauss, Lucullan, Murharzarm, Ymeia, Lady Fulayin, Augustinia, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren
Obvious paths: none
>
Xanthalas nods to Lucullan in greeting.
>
Xanthalas waves to Roelaren.
>
Xanthalas joins your group.
>hold zantha
What were you referring to?
>hold xantha
But Xanthalas is already a member of your group!
>recite It's difficult to talk about the Elven Nations politics without talking about some of its history, but covering the entirety of Elven history would take six lectures or more. So I'll only touch on some of the history which is relevant to Elven leadership and political agreements.
You recite quietly:

"It's difficult to talk about the Elven Nations politics without talking about some of its history, but covering the entirety of Elven history would take six lectures or more. So I'll only touch on some of the history which is relevant to Elven leadership and political agreements."

>
Speaking politely to you, Mauss asks, "May we sit, Sir?"
>
(OOC) Lehon's player whispers to the group, "Onoir site is https://houseonoir2024.wixsite.com/daingneach-onoir."
>
Roelaren sits down.
>nod mauss
You nod at Mauss.
>
Mauss sits down.
>
Augustinia sits down.
>recite Elven Nations refers to the alliance of five elven tribes or houses, which have over time have evolved from city-states to political nations. These are: Ta'Ardenai, Ta'Illistim, Ta'Loenthra, Ta'Nalfein, and Ta'Vaalor. These Nations, along with Ta'Faendrryl which is often separate from the other five, comprise much of the lands to the east of the Dragonspine Mountains.
You recite quietly:

"Elven Nations refers to the alliance of five elven tribes or houses, which have over time have evolved from city-states to political nations. These are: Ta'Ardenai, Ta'Illistim, Ta'Loenthra, Ta'Nalfein, and Ta'Vaalor. These Nations, along with Ta'Faendrryl which is often separate from the other five, comprise much of the lands to the east of the Dragonspine Mountains."

>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nucky echo in your mind:
Selling an Ivy-carved Fel Crumhorn - Requires skill in horn-type instruments to play effectively. MB 50k.

Mauss apologetically says, "I've been gittin' headbutted by dead horses, I ain' so dteady on me feet just lately."
>recite Originally these five elven cities were to be independent city-state enclaves with shared land between. This notion of "talation" or "cities of independent cooperation" was quickly abandoned for the more traditional "vantael" or "small cooperating kingdoms or nations." The areas surrounding each city-state were claimed in their name, such as "Ta'Ardanai lands" and eventually, the terminology metamorphosed into the the entire area being called by the city name (Ta'Ardenai referring to both the city and the nation), leading most to continue to refer to them erroneously as city-states.
You recite quietly:

"Originally these five elven cities were to be independent city-state enclaves with shared land between. This notion of "talation" or "cities of independent cooperation" was quickly abandoned for the more traditional "vantael" or "small cooperating kingdoms or nations." The areas surrounding each city-state were claimed in their name, such as "Ta'Ardanai lands" and eventually, the terminology metamorphosed into the the entire area being called by the city name (Ta'Ardenai referring to both the city and the nation), leading most to continue to refer to them erroneously as city-states. "

>recite The roots of "Ta" as a city prefix are derived from the word "talation". It would be more correct to use the prefix "Va" for "vantael" when referring to the nation, but no significant effort has been made to change this reference, perhaps because "ta" is also found in the word "vantael".
You recite quietly:

"The roots of "Ta" as a city prefix are derived from the word "talation". It would be more correct to use the prefix "Va" for "vantael" when referring to the nation, but no significant effort has been made to change this reference, perhaps because "ta" is also found in the word "vantael"."

>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nucky echo in your mind:
Fiiiine, no crumhorn for anyone.
You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|PREMIUM| On Sunday, February 2 at 3pm, Stylist Myrinai will make herself available to Premium Members in the Merchant Lounge on Four Winds Isle for one hour to work for no more than fifteen customers. She will offer both a long and show on items that do not already accept both. She will not be able to work on items that already support both, or which cannot support both. Be sure to ANALYZE your item. Look for additional details on the entry at the GS Calendar: https://bit.ly/45cXywb .

The silvery luminescence fades from around Lehon.
>
The bright luminescence fades from around Lehon.
>recite A remnant of the original cooperation, or perhaps a continuation thereof, is the existence of the United City-States Bank, shared throughout the elven nations. While there do exist independent, private financial institutions, the predominant banking system is a shared one across the east. Perhaps another reason the traditions remain unchanged.
You recite quietly:

"A remnant of the original cooperation, or perhaps a continuation thereof, is the existence of the United City-States Bank, shared throughout the elven nations. While there do exist independent, private financial institutions, the predominant banking system is a shared one across the east. Perhaps another reason the traditions remain unchanged."

>
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Lehon.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nucky echo in your mind:
The next time you're all bored and wish you had the majestic song of the crumhorn to fill your ears with delight, forget it. Not happening.

Murharzarm takes a drink from his vivid green absinthe.
>
Goldstr just arrived.
>
Roelaren takes a drink from her strawberry champagne.
>recite Ta'Ardenai is the northernmost of the elven nations, and the Ardenai maintain a closeness to the land unmatched by any save the sylvankind. From their rocky coastal shores to their rich, old wood forests, to the northern steppes, the Ardenai embrace the natural world around them. The changes in clime and terrain throughout Ta'Ardenai yield vastly different outlooks throughout the Ardenai, and it is these differences, many believe, that make the Ardenai some of the foremost diplomats in Elanthia; diplomacy training begins at home, navigating the complex relationships between coastal Ardenai, forest Ardenai, and plains Ardenai, and everyone in between.
Roelaren smiles at Goldstr.
>
You recite quietly:

"Ta'Ardenai is the northernmost of the elven nations, and the Ardenai maintain a closeness to the land unmatched by any save the sylvankind. From their rocky coastal shores to their rich, old wood forests, to the northern steppes, the Ardenai embrace the natural world around them. The changes in clime and terrain throughout Ta'Ardenai yield vastly different outlooks throughout the Ardenai, and it is these differences, many believe, that make the Ardenai some of the foremost diplomats in Elanthia
diplomacy training begins at home, navigating the complex relationships between coastal Ardenai, forest Ardenai, and plains Ardenai, and everyone in between."

>
Roelaren gives Goldstr a friendly hug.
>
Goldstr says, "Hail friends."
>hold goldstr
You clasp Goldstr's hand tenderly.
>
Roelaren says, "Hail to ye."
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Veyion echo in your mind:
Does it come with horn playing lessons?
You hear the Merchant thoughts of Aikei echo in your mind:
Or they could just buy one at the instrument shop for like 1k or less.

Guarrin's fingers briefly touch his brow as he renders a casual salute to Goldstr.
>
Mauss and Goldstr bash their forearms in greeting.
>
Murharzarm nods in greeting at Goldstr.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nucky echo in your mind:
No they can't.

A corona of storm grey light surrounds a smooth violet sapphire idol set with a slice of grey requiem dreamstone pinned to Lucullan's chest before fading away.
>
The light blue glow leaves Augustinia.
>
Augustinia becomes unbalanced for a second, then recovers.
>
Augustinia appears to lose some internal strength.
>
A series of dark lines suddenly appears on Augustinia's face, quickly racing towards the center of her forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.
>
The deep blue glow leaves Augustinia.
>
The misty halo fades from Augustinia.
>
The air about Augustinia stops shimmering.
>
Augustinia takes a deep breath, blinking a couple of times before resuming a calm expression.
>recite Geographically, a significant piece of the city-state is comprised of the Dralys'Vaen (known as the Darkling Wood in Common), which cuts a swathe through the middle of the nation. The city of Ta'Ardenai itself is located within the depths of the expansive Darkling Wood, and it is the main city-sized gathering in the nation, with the majority of the Ta'Ardenai being comprised of smaller villages and moderately sized towns. Burghal gnomes also are present, with a couple small enclaves within the nations borders.
You recite quietly:

"Geographically, a significant piece of the city-state is comprised of the Dralys'Vaen (known as the Darkling Wood in Common), which cuts a swathe through the middle of the nation. The city of Ta'Ardenai itself is located within the depths of the expansive Darkling Wood, and it is the main city-sized gathering in the nation, with the majority of the Ta'Ardenai being comprised of smaller villages and moderately sized towns. Burghal gnomes also are present, with a couple small enclaves within the nations borders."

>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Lucullan echo in your mind:
Is anyone selling a Crumhorn?
You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nucky echo in your mind:
Hehehe, well, i'll be gorsh danged. My fault. I just like the word crumhorn.
You hear the Merchant thoughts of Aikei echo in your mind:
Https://gswiki.play.net/Lute%27s_Liltings_Music_Shoppe.

The air about Roelaren stops shimmering.
>
Roelaren seems a bit less imposing.
>
The glowing specks of energy surrounding Roelaren suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
>
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Roelaren.
>
The bright luminescence fades from around Roelaren.
>
The silvery luminescence fades from around Roelaren.
>
A series of jade green lines suddenly appears on Roelaren's face, quickly racing towards the center of her forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.
>
Roelaren takes a deep breath, blinking a couple of times before resuming a calm expression.
>recite Ta'Ardenai are led by King Eamon Ardenai, who was coronated on the death of this father, King Mattheanth, in 5099 Modern Era. He wed Princess Elsevel of Loenthra, daughter of Queen Cadhla, a few years earlier in 5095 Modern Era. Eamon was also a childhood friend of Queen Myasara of Illistim.
You recite quietly:

"Ta'Ardenai are led by King Eamon Ardenai, who was coronated on the death of this father, King Mattheanth, in 5099 Modern Era. He wed Princess Elsevel of Loenthra, daughter of Queen Cadhla, a few years earlier in 5095 Modern Era. Eamon was also a childhood friend of Queen Myasara of Illistim."

>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nucky echo in your mind:
Crumhorns for everyone!

Goldstr's sentient potato whistles a jaunty little ditty!
>
A dappled lion abruptly turns around, studiously ignoring a handsome wooden rocking chair.
>recite Ta'Loenthra is a port city located south of Ta'Ardenai. The jewel of the coast, it is known as the Painted City, the Amethyst Spire, and sprawls along the banks of the Vyr'Loevana (Loevana River) where the river meets the sea at the Arrann'eren Coast. It is known for its carefully planned and artistically executed architecture, including Castle Ereniel and the Canals and Piers, combining function and artistry.
You recite quietly:

"Ta'Loenthra is a port city located south of Ta'Ardenai. The jewel of the coast, it is known as the Painted City, the Amethyst Spire, and sprawls along the banks of the Vyr'Loevana (Loevana River) where the river meets the sea at the Arrann'eren Coast. It is known for its carefully planned and artistically executed architecture, including Castle Ereniel and the Canals and Piers, combining function and artistry."

>
A yellow-eyed forest wolfhound eyes a ridge cougar curiously.
>recite Ta'Loenthra is ruled by Queen Cadhla Loentrha, mother of Princess Elseveal and mother-in-law of King Eamon of Ardenai.
You recite quietly:

"Ta'Loenthra is ruled by Queen Cadhla Loentrha, mother of Princess Elseveal and mother-in-law of King Eamon of Ardenai."

>recite Ta'Nalfein is a port city located on the coast in the south of the Elven Nations. It is known for its terraces, its trade, and for infamous poisons, assassins, and political intrigue.
You recite quietly:

"Ta'Nalfein is a port city located on the coast in the south of the Elven Nations. It is known for its terraces, its trade, and for infamous poisons, assassins, and political intrigue."

>
The mirror images surrounding Xanthalas undulate and grow stronger.
Xanthalas renews his songs.
>
A low thrum and grind of gears emanates from Lucullan's leather herb kit.
>
Roelaren grins.
>recite Ta'Nalfein is ruled by King Gaendel Nalfein along with his wife, Queen Rhosyn Nalfein.
You recite quietly:

"Ta'Nalfein is ruled by King Gaendel Nalfein along with his wife, Queen Rhosyn Nalfein."

>
The angry growl of a cougar suddenly erupts from near Lucullan.
>recite Ta'Vaalor, the Fortress City is located in the central area of the Elven Nations, situated on an island in the Mistydeep River of northeastern Elanthia.
You recite quietly:

"Ta'Vaalor, the Fortress City is located in the central area of the Elven Nations, situated on an island in the Mistydeep River of northeastern Elanthia."

>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|UPDATE| GM Vanah added analyzes for seven more items. Scrying orbs (auction), fortunetelling cards (auction), scrying orb, tincture bandages, v'reen eggling keepsake globe, hand buzzer, and ringing bells. Details and links to 4 of the items at the wiki: https://bit.ly/40Af7ol .

A waterfall of misty green light briefly cascades from a smooth balsawood idol fringed with several raven feathers pinned to Goldstr's chest.
>
Sirona takes a drink from her warm sylvan tea.
>recite Ta'Vaalor is known for the finest warriors of the Elven Race, known as the Crimson Legion. Vaalor elves are perhaps the haughtiest of the Elven Nations, having little tolerance for mixed breeds and what they consider the lesser peoples of the lands. Burghal gnomes however, find employment as household servants to the nobility, and several enclaves of the Windotter bloodlines, inhabit several enclaves in the tunnels below Ta'Vaalor.
You recite quietly:

"Ta'Vaalor is known for the finest warriors of the Elven Race, known as the Crimson Legion. Vaalor elves are perhaps the haughtiest of the Elven Nations, having little tolerance for mixed breeds and what they consider the lesser peoples of the lands. Burghal gnomes however, find employment as household servants to the nobility, and several enclaves of the Windotter bloodlines, inhabit several enclaves in the tunnels below Ta'Vaalor."

>
Roelaren takes a drink from her strawberry champagne.
Roelaren looks rather relaxed.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nucky echo in your mind:
Ok, selling a bathing dwarf miniature. CB 6k Gemshop. Anyone want a lil statue of a dwarf taking a bath?
recite King Qalinor Falustro Vaalor succeeded King Tyrian in 5113, and currently rules
Ta'Vaalor as Commander of the Crimson Legion.
Please rephrase that command.
>
You recite quietly:

"King Qalinor Falustro Vaalor succeeded King Tyrian in 5113, and currently rules "

>
Lord Khazaann just arrived.
>
Khazaann seems hesitant, looking unsure of himself.
>
Khazaann's muscles seem to strain for an instant. A sense of loss can be seen in his eyes.
>
Khazaann's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around his arms.
>
Khazaann joins your group.
>
The divine force surrounding Khazaann slowly fades away.
>
Khazaann seems slightly different.
>
Guarrin and Khazaann bash their forearms in greeting.
>
Khazaann put a glowbark hand crossbow in his threaded harness.
>
Roelaren hugs Khazaann, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
>
Dark red droplets seep out of Khazaann's skin and evaporate.
>
Sirona smiles at Khazaann.
>
Goldstr and Khazaann bash their forearms in greeting.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nucky echo in your mind:
Looks remarkably like Dwi.
recite currently rules
Ta'Vaalor as Commander of the Crimson Legion.
Please rephrase that command.
>
You recite quietly:

"Currently rules "

>
Khazaann says, "Evening folks."
>recite Ta'Vaalor as Commander of the Crimson Legion.
You recite quietly:

"Ta'Vaalor as Commander of the Crimson Legion. "

>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Dwi echo in your mind:
Lies!

A ridge cougar blinks impassively and lets out a raspy utterance of hunger.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nucky echo in your mind:
Of course it's not you Dwi, its bathing.
You hear the Merchant thoughts of Tatra echo in your mind:
Since when does she bathe?

Sirona takes a drink from her warm sylvan tea.
>recite Ta'Illistim, known as the Shining city, was founded in the eastern foothills of the Dragonspine Mountains by Linsandrych Illistim 49,107 years before the Modern Era. The city remains the seat of power of House Illistim, and is one of the foremost centers of scholarship on Elanith.
You recite quietly:

"Ta'Illistim, known as the Shining city, was founded in the eastern foothills of the Dragonspine Mountains by Linsandrych Illistim 49,107 years before the Modern Era. The city remains the seat of power of House Illistim, and is one of the foremost centers of scholarship on Elanith."

>
The subtle scent which had been clinging to you dissipates.
>recite Ruled by the Argent Mirror, the realm of Ta'Illistim stretches as far as Cysaegir to the south and Sylvarraend to the east. At the height of its power, the realm also encompassed Gyldemar Forest, but after the dissolution of the Elven Empire, a shadowy magic crept over the land, and the Illistim elves gradually retreated from their outposts and country manors.
You recite quietly:

"Ruled by the Argent Mirror, the realm of Ta'Illistim stretches as far as Cysaegir to the south and Sylvarraend to the east. At the height of its power, the realm also encompassed Gyldemar Forest, but after the dissolution of the Elven Empire, a shadowy magic crept over the land, and the Illistim elves gradually retreated from their outposts and country manors."

>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nucky echo in your mind:
Last chance on the Mini Dwi.

Khazaann sits down on the wooden rocking chair.
>
Khazaann clasps his arms around his knees and rocks back and forth.
>hold khaz
But Khazaann is already a member of your group!
>recite The city of Ta'Illistim is a place of legend, magic, music and wonder. Of special note are the grand beauty of the hanging garden dais, and the impressive must-see airship port.
You recite quietly:

"The city of Ta'Illistim is a place of legend, magic, music and wonder. Of special note are the grand beauty of the hanging garden dais, and the impressive must-see airship port."

>
Roelaren nods to you.
>
Khazaann's spirits are no longer lifted.
>
The air stops shimmering around Khazaann.
>
Mauss works his fingers under his imflass helm and scratches his head.
>
A waterfall of misty green light briefly cascades from a smooth balsawood idol fringed with several raven feathers pinned to Goldstr's chest.
>recite Sayilla Javilerre Illistim currently serves as the Argent Mirror, succeeding her mother Myasara Illistim after three ceremonies conducted in Imaerasta, 5124 Modern Era.
You recite quietly:

"Sayilla Javilerre Illistim currently serves as the Argent Mirror, succeeding her mother Myasara Illistim after three ceremonies conducted in Imaerasta, 5124 Modern Era."

>recite Sayilla Javilerre is the niece of Lord Commander Murstyr Javilerre of the
Sapphire Guard. Her cousins included Loremaster Callie Javilerre who was Myasara's royal husband, and Hyacinthia Javilerre, a disgraced Handmaiden who plotted against the Argent Mirror and ultimately caused Caylio's death. The Javilerre family of Illistim is one of the most prominent, with many of its members serving in the Sapphire Guard.
Please rephrase that command.
>
You recite quietly:

"Sayilla Javilerre is the niece of Lord Commander Murstyr Javilerre of the "

>recite Sapphire Guard. Her cousins included Loremaster Callie Javilerre who was Myasara's royal husband, and Hyacinthia Javilerre, a disgraced Handmaiden who plotted against the Argent Mirror and ultimately caused Caylio's death. The Javilerre family of Illistim is one of the most prominent, with many of its members serving in the Sapphire Guard.
>
You recite quietly:

"Sapphire Guard. Her cousins included Loremaster Callie Javilerre who was Myasara's royal husband, and Hyacinthia Javilerre, a disgraced Handmaiden who plotted against the Argent Mirror and ultimately caused Caylio's death. The Javilerre family of Illistim is one of the most prominent, with many of its members serving in the Sapphire Guard."

>
Furrowing his brow in thought, Guarrin strokes absently at his greased neatly trimmed, full beard.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Tabubu echo in your mind:
I do.
You hear the Merchant thoughts of Lucullan echo in your mind:
If I buy the mini Dwi, and then I tap the mini Dwi, will the regular Dwi show up? Is it like a Dwi-be-here magic summoner?
You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|WEDNESDAY| #TODAY in Elanthia: |5pm-Midnight: Guild Night| ** |~8:20pm: Premium Trove Draws for Custom Death Message-FWI| ** |8:30pm: Elven Nation Politics Talk-WL| ** |9:30pm: Mid Week Mule Train Night-IMT| (All Times Eastern) .
recite Sayilla served as an emissary of Ta'Illistim and represented Argent Mirror Myasara in diplomatic efforts abroad. She spent a year in the courts of Ta'Ardenai between 5120 and 5121, serving as an Illistim emissary. In 5121 she travelled to Icemule Trace on behalf of the Argent Mirror to attend a meeting held about an ongoing threat of a large flying gnomish weapon known as the Manticore.
You recite quietly:

"Sayilla served as an emissary of Ta'Illistim and represented Argent Mirror Myasara in diplomatic efforts abroad. She spent a year in the courts of Ta'Ardenai between 5120 and 5121, serving as an Illistim emissary. In 5121 she travelled to Icemule Trace on behalf of the Argent Mirror to attend a meeting held about an ongoing threat of a large flying gnomish weapon known as the Manticore."

>
A corona of storm grey light surrounds a smooth violet sapphire idol set with a slice of grey requiem dreamstone pinned to Lucullan's chest before fading away.
>
Mauss shudders.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Tabubu echo in your mind:
Someone has to show Trallihn, dwarven do know how to bathe.
You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nucky echo in your mind:
Take it up with the gemshop.

Murharzarm says, "Mm. Surprised that didn't get her residual disfavor."
>recite In 5122, the Argent Mirror announced a diplomatic exchange with Tamzyrr to stay in the Sun's Throne Court. Two women were under consideration, and Sayilla was ultimately chosen for the role on Olaesta 11. Her counterpart, Kasendra Malwind, was invited to the Ta'Illistim court with her husband Salnim as part of the Valley of Gold Accord, intended to foster positive relations between the human and elven nations. Sayilla toured a number of areas during her stay, including Rivers Rest in Torre, Brisker's Cove in Seareach, Wehnimer's Landing and Solhaven in Vornavis.
You recite quietly:

"In 5122, the Argent Mirror announced a diplomatic exchange with Tamzyrr to stay in the Sun's Throne Court. Two women were under consideration, and Sayilla was ultimately chosen for the role on Olaesta 11. Her counterpart, Kasendra Malwind, was invited to the Ta'Illistim court with her husband Salnim as part of the Valley of Gold Accord, intended to foster positive relations between the human and elven nations. Sayilla toured a number of areas during her stay, including Rivers Rest in Torre, Brisker's Cove in Seareach, Wehnimer's Landing and Solhaven in Vornavis."

>
Mauss murmurs, "Death on wings..."
>
Murharzarm takes a drink from his vivid green absinthe.
Murharzarm looks rather relaxed.
>
Roelaren agrees with Mauss.
>
Mauss glances at his mithril full plate.
>
Sirona frowns.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Luxelle echo in your mind:
Wait, which gemshop?

Sirona quietly says, "Poor Sayilla."
>
The visage of a raven briefly obscures Goldstr's face before the illusion shatters into motes of misty green light.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nucky echo in your mind:
Landing.
You hear the Merchant thoughts of Tatra echo in your mind:
Why do we never find bathing elf statues?
recite Kasendra was slain while attending an official function in Ta'Illistim, and concern for Sayilla's safety was expressed by King Qalinor and Argent Mirror Myasara. During the voyage to return Sayilla to home by sea, Sayilla was attacked and thrown from a window into the frigid winter ocean. Searches to find Sayilla proved fruitless, and assumed dead, a memorial service was held for her on Charlatos 25, 5123 in the Solace of the Seaborne, a garden the Illistim had built for the Ashrim (sea elves) for those lost at sea. The memorial was attended by a large number of dignitaries, citizens, and guests.
You recite quietly:

"Kasendra was slain while attending an official function in Ta'Illistim, and concern for Sayilla's safety was expressed by King Qalinor and Argent Mirror Myasara. During the voyage to return Sayilla to home by sea, Sayilla was attacked and thrown from a window into the frigid winter ocean. Searches to find Sayilla proved fruitless, and assumed dead, a memorial service was held for her on Charlatos 25, 5123 in the Solace of the Seaborne, a garden the Illistim had built for the Ashrim (sea elves) for those lost at sea. The memorial was attended by a large number of dignitaries, citizens, and guests."

>
Sirona quietly says, "Poor Kasendra."
>
Sirona frowns.
>
* Gabrael just bit the dust!
>
Lucullan agrees with Sirona.
>
Guarrin reaches up with his opposite hand and places it upon his Vornavian silk armband, bowing his head slightly as he gazes downwards.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Barreaus echo in your mind:
Never gonna happen in Zul Logoth.
You hear the Merchant thoughts of Gutstorm echo in your mind:
No one want to see that!

Sirona nods in agreement to you.
>recite As a result of these events, a treaty known as the Kasendra Accords are signed in Ta'Nalfein, between the Turamzzyrian Empire, Ta'Nalfein, and Ta'Illistim in Honor and in Memoriam of Lady Kasendra Malwind.
You recite quietly:

"As a result of these events, a treaty known as the Kasendra Accords are signed in Ta'Nalfein, between the Turamzzyrian Empire, Ta'Nalfein, and Ta'Illistim in Honor and in Memoriam of Lady Kasendra Malwind."

>
Mauss shakes his head, clucking his tongue.
>
Sirona adopts an agreeable expression.
>
(Mauss heaves a heavy sigh.)
>recite Sayilla was revealed to have survived the attack, and was in attendance during the signing ceremony on Imaerasta 25, 5123 Common Era.
You recite quietly:

"Sayilla was revealed to have survived the attack, and was in attendance during the signing ceremony on Imaerasta 25, 5123 Common Era."

>
Lucullan nods appreciatively.
>
The mirror images surrounding Xanthalas undulate and grow stronger.
Xanthalas renews his songs.
>recite This treaty provides for a collaboration against piracy, a territorial concession of all lands north of the Gallardshold River in Bourth by the Turammzyrian Empire to the elves of the Wyrdeep. Argent Mirror Myasara Illistim, lifted the ban on non-elven property ownership within Ta'Illistim. Lastly, checkpoints will be established to improve borders, roads, and infrastructure to bolster commerce and trade.
You recite quietly:

"This treaty provides for a collaboration against piracy, a territorial concession of all lands north of the Gallardshold River in Bourth by the Turammzyrian Empire to the elves of the Wyrdeep. Argent Mirror Myasara Illistim, lifted the ban on non-elven property ownership within Ta'Illistim. Lastly, checkpoints will be established to improve borders, roads, and infrastructure to bolster commerce and trade."

>You hear the Help thoughts of Xecks echo in your mind:
Ahhhh.
You hear the Help thoughts of Xecks echo in your mind:
Making me dizzy! haha.
recite Upon succeeding Myasara as Argent Mirror of Ta'Illistim, Sayilla has also extended full citizenship to Burghal gnomes, and partial citizenship to Forest Gnomes.
You recite quietly:

"Upon succeeding Myasara as Argent Mirror of Ta'Illistim, Sayilla has also extended full citizenship to Burghal gnomes, and partial citizenship to Forest Gnomes."

>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Haaplo echo in your mind:
Got 5 event orbs 15m each.

* Arelie just punched a one-way ticket!
>
Roelaren says, "Nice."
>
Khazaann draws an intricately glowing pattern in the air before him.

>
Roelaren smiles.
>recite Sayilla also established two councils to assist her. The first council consists of members from the houses Avelleur, Chesylrae, Gravel, Nellereune, Veythorne, as well as envoys from Ardenai, Loenthra, Nalfein and Vaalor. She has termed this council as the Wisteria Council after the flower representing longevity, kindness, transformation, and resilience.
Lucullan agrees with Roelaren.
>
You recite quietly:

"Sayilla also established two councils to assist her. The first council consists of members from the houses Avelleur, Chesylrae, Gravel, Nellereune, Veythorne, as well as envoys from Ardenai, Loenthra, Nalfein and Vaalor. She has termed this council as the Wisteria Council after the flower representing longevity, kindness, transformation, and resilience."

>
Roelaren smiles.
>recite The second council is comprised of members spanning all races of Elanthia, representatives that bring unique perspectives, histories, and culture to the Shining City.
>
You recite quietly:

"The second council is comprised of members spanning all races of Elanthia, representatives that bring unique perspectives, histories, and culture to the Shining City."

>
Graevox just arrived.
>
A waterfall of misty green light briefly cascades from a smooth balsawood idol fringed with several raven feathers pinned to Goldstr's chest.
>
Graevox sits down.
>
Roelaren takes a drink from her strawberry champagne.
>
Ymeia reaches over and leans a hand on the dappled lion's back, rubbing him gently. The dappled lion looks toward her and purrs in response.
>recite The former Argent Mirror Myasara and Lady Greyvael comprise an additional Council of Thrones to mentor Sayilla.
>
You recite quietly:

"The former Argent Mirror Myasara and Lady Greyvael comprise an additional Council of Thrones to mentor Sayilla."

>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|REPOspotlight| Become nearly invincible with this Lich script for the Order of Voln, ;repos info transcend.lic will look for those situations where you are stuck in roundtime and vulnerable because you are also stunned, webbed, prone, or something similar, and will activate Symbol of Transcendence for you, making you non-corporeal! Be sure to stop this script when you're not hunting. Thanks for the tip, Nairdin.

Augustinia takes a drink from her ruby red wine.
>
Augustinia takes a bite of her crusty peach pie.
>recite Finally, on Lormesta 26, 5125 Common Era, King Qalinor of Ta'Vaalor held a Court with Ardent Mirror Sayilla in attendance to update the alliance between Ta'Illistim and Ta'Vaalor.
You recite quietly:

"Finally, on Lormesta 26, 5125 Common Era, King Qalinor of Ta'Vaalor held a Court with Ardent Mirror Sayilla in attendance to update the alliance between Ta'Illistim and Ta'Vaalor."

>
Augustinia takes a drink from her ruby red wine.
>
Augustinia takes a bite of her crusty peach pie.
>recite The updates for the alliance included the following changes: Additional fortifications to be constructed for Mistwatch to defend pirate incursions; renovations to the Library Aies in Ta'Illistim; improved border roads and pathways; renewed alliance between Ta'Vaalor and Ta'Illistim with the following limitations: There is no obligation for one city-state to fulfill a defense requirement of the other city-state under a separate treaty or agreement with a third faction; No official, emissary, diplomat, scholar, or representative of either signatory city-state shall be detained, imprisoned, or held against their will by the opposing city; Both city-states agree to share the responsibility for the upkeep, repair, and improvement of all roads, bridges, and other critical infrastructure that connect their territories.
You recite quietly:

"The updates for the alliance included the following changes: Additional fortifications to be constructed for Mistwatch to defend pirate incursions
renovations to the Library Aies in Ta'Illistim
improved border roads and pathways
renewed alliance between Ta'Vaalor and Ta'Illistim with the following limitations: There is no obligation for one city-state to fulfill a defense requirement of the other city-state under a separate treaty or agreement with a third faction
No official, emissary, diplomat, scholar, or representative of either signatory city-state shall be detained, imprisoned, or held against their will by the opposing city
Both city-states agree to share the responsibility for the upkeep, repair, and improvement of all roads, bridges, and other critical infrastructure that connect their territories."

>
Speaking to himself, Mauss remarks, "Thass one fast horse bearin' that news."
>You hear the Help thoughts of Cartem echo in your mind:
I've definitely used symbol of transcendence while stunned and then watched as the create has still proceeded to kill me.
recite When asked about the elven village near the Vipershroud, no decision has been made about any constructions there.
You recite quietly:

"When asked about the elven village near the Vipershroud, no decision has been made about any constructions there."

>recite Concerning the Faendryl.
You recite quietly:

"Concerning the Faendryl."

>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nucky echo in your mind:
Selling a Beetle Swarm Ornament - Custom Ranger Spell Prep (Call swarm), turn your swarm into "a tempestuous swarm of striped yellow botflies"Description: Creating a cacophony of clacking carapaces and clicking wings, the mass of beetles moves in a twister of putrid green that glints an angry magenta in its iridescence. Sharp, serrated ebon horns jut from each beetle's brow, giving the entire cyclone the illusion of being viciously thorned. - 450k.

A corona of misty green light surrounds a smooth balsawood idol fringed with several raven feathers pinned to Goldstr's chest before fading away.
>recite Once the leaders of the elves, the Faendryl were cast out of the Elven Empire at the end of the Undead War, for crimes the Elves were unwilling to forgive. The Faendryl had dabbled in demon summoning. The Faendryl were exiled to Rhoska-Tor, which resulted in them changing, their features becoming finer and sharper, and their skin darkening to a brown or black. Some time later they returned from their exile and founded New Ta'Faendryl in the far south bordering on the Southern Wastes. However, they would never again be a part of the the great Elven Empire.
You recite quietly:

"Once the leaders of the elves, the Faendryl were cast out of the Elven Empire at the end of the Undead War, for crimes the Elves were unwilling to forgive. The Faendryl had dabbled in demon summoning. The Faendryl were exiled to Rhoska-Tor, which resulted in them changing, their features becoming finer and sharper, and their skin darkening to a brown or black. Some time later they returned from their exile and founded New Ta'Faendryl in the far south bordering on the Southern Wastes. However, they would never again be a part of the the great Elven Empire."

>
Xanthalas shifts his weight.
>
The violet sapphire idol pinned to Lucullan's chest starts to twitch with a phantom heartbeat for several seconds before falling silent.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Omot echo in your mind:
Are they beetles or botflies.
You hear the Merchant thoughts of Omot echo in your mind:
Get ur story straight.

Murharzarm says, "Of course, I'd say that it was more of a powerplay than real moral indignation."
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Zugzugg echo in your mind:
-[Sanctify] 764 Bonus - 4.5m/week - 150k available (up to S5)(897 bonus with 2 fixskills)
You hear the Merchant thoughts of Zugzugg echo in your mind:
-[Sanctify] 597 Bonus - 3.5m/week - 115k available (up to S3)
You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nucky echo in your mind:
You're a botfly.
recite Lastly, the Ashram, known as the sea elves, dwelt in Ta'Ashrim, situated on a large island off the southeastern coast of Elanith, east of Ta'Nalfein, and several other smaller islands. In the year 157 of the Modern Era, the city of Ta'Ashrim was destroyed, taking with it the majority of the elves of the House of Ashram, and the house ceased to exist. This destruction was known as the Sea Elf War.
You recite quietly:

"Lastly, the Ashram, known as the sea elves, dwelt in Ta'Ashrim, situated on a large island off the southeastern coast of Elanith, east of Ta'Nalfein, and several other smaller islands. In the year 157 of the Modern Era, the city of Ta'Ashrim was destroyed, taking with it the majority of the elves of the House of Ashram, and the house ceased to exist. This destruction was known as the Sea Elf War."

>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Furgus echo in your mind:
Botflies, yuck.

Roelaren says, "'i have always wondered about the sea elves."
>
Roelaren smiles at you.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Omot echo in your mind:
A parasite that embeds itself with another organism so it doesn't have to do anything and lives off the resources of the host? Nah, def got those around, not me tho.
You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nucky echo in your mind:
Ugh, they are kind of nasty. Leaving their eggs under the skin.. GOOOOO!
You hear the Merchant thoughts of Dreaven echo in your mind:
Selling Wizard enchanting: 915 bonus/70 silvers per essence. Willing to work on long-term suffuse projects.
recite That concludes a brief overview of the Elven Nations, it's leaders, diplomacy and current politics. Much more can be found in the historical scrolls, but I'll open up tonight to questions, comments or additional discussion now
You recite quietly:

"That concludes a brief overview of the Elven Nations, it's leaders, diplomacy and current politics. Much more can be found in the historical scrolls, but I'll open up tonight to questions, comments or additional discussion now"

>
A corona of storm grey light surrounds a smooth violet sapphire idol set with a slice of grey requiem dreamstone pinned to Lucullan's chest before fading away.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|CAPPED| Ashtyne and Eldekkar Cintri met their trainer for a final time on January 24th. Despite their efforts to avoid the expected lightning, they both experienced several shocks while hiding in the tree in the commons in River's Rest. When asked for a favorite saying or words of advice, neither responded, possibly due to the influence of demon rum. Congratulations to Ashtyne and Eldekkar on this milestone. Be sure to CHECK your mail. https://bit.ly/4awxJKi .
You hear the Merchant thoughts of Sinoite echo in your mind:
What if the botfly gave a bonus when dealing with kiramon? Would it still be a parasite?
look
[Hearthstone, Front Porch] (397002)
Airy and open, the porch is enclosed by smooth, freshly painted white modwir up to a height of about four feet. As you ponder the sky-blue color of the ceiling and a lacework of deep green ivy that crisscrosses the open space between posts, the hubbub of the world beyond quickly fades away. Rocking chairs of various sizes are an inviting sight, and an elegant green marble arch provides a tantalizing view of the splendors inside the old manor. You also see a yellow-eyed forest wolfhound, a ridge cougar, a dappled lion, a doorman, a scorched oak sideboard with some stuff on it, a purple modwir bin and the porch steps.
Also here: Graevox who is sitting, Lord Khazaann who is sitting, Goldstr, Xanthalas, Sir Guarrin, Willow Guardian Lehon who is sitting, Sirona, Mauss who is sitting, Lucullan, Murharzarm, Ymeia, Lady Fulayin, Augustinia who is sitting, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren who is sitting
Obvious paths: none
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nucky echo in your mind:
Im not a botfly, I'm an NPCfly. I'm here all night, try the veal.
recite Anyone hae a question or comment?
You recite quietly:

"Anyone hae a question or comment?"

>You hear the General thoughts of Apocomas echo in your mind:
Apocomas asks, "Any healers in the vicinity of tsc?"
You hear the Merchant thoughts of Nucky echo in your mind:
Seriously though, no one wants the botfly swarm?

Lucullan shakes his head.
>
(OOC) Lehon's player whispers to the group, "Onoir site is https://houseonoir2024.wixsite.com/daingneach-onoir."
>
The mirror images surrounding Xanthalas undulate and grow stronger.
Xanthalas renews his songs.
>
Augustinia raises her hand.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Timbalt echo in your mind:
Selling a 7x perfect lance, vhcw(cer 11), s6, t1, least moods.. 50m ttm.
recite I suspect there to be much more interaction 'tween the human and the elven lands, as the trade routes and exchange of cultures continues to occur at a greater pace
You recite quietly:

"I suspect there to be much more interaction 'tween the human and the elven lands, as the trade routes and exchange of cultures continues to occur at a greater pace"

>
Guarrin seems a bit less imposing.
>
Augustinia says, "Are all of the elven cities or towns open to adventures."
>
Mauss agrees with you.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Peggyanne echo in your mind:
Selling a P1 Lorminstra battle standard, free window to attune. 2m takes it.

Sirona nods once.
>
A yellow-eyed forest wolfhound barks loudly!
>
Mauss raises his hand.
>
Augustinia nods.
>nod mauss
You nod at Mauss.
>
Mauss says, "I gots a couple."
>'shoot
You quietly say, "Shoot."
>
Mauss says, "I guessin' I'll ask the lighter one first."
>
Goldstr grins.
>
Augustinia seems to lose some dexterity.
>
A dappled lion lashes his tail gently, gazing hungrily at Murharzarm.
>wtrick guzzle
You tip your head back and empty your fresh apple cider down your gullet! You discard your vessel of drink and wipe off your mouth.

Roundtime: 4 sec.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Victir echo in your mind:
Where are you?
'sorry, I missed Augustinia's question, I'll circle back to ye after Mauss
You quietly say, "Sorry, I missed Augustinia's question, I'll circle back to ye after Mauss."
>You hear the Help thoughts of Victir echo in your mind:
Oops.

A ridge cougar returns to normal color.
>
Speaking to you, Mauss asks, "So I think ya said toward the beggin'-ish that 'Va is really more appropriate than Ta'. So would goin' to Va'Vaalor make perfect sense?"
>
Augustinia smiles at you.
>
Roelaren seems to lose some dexterity.
>
Augustinia says, "Ok."
>
Mauss says, "Okey doke, sorry."
>You hear the General thoughts of Rolfard echo in your mind:
Rolfard thinks, "Frostling in the glade."
You hear the Merchant thoughts of Larston echo in your mind:
Selling fixstat 16m, fixskills 4m.

A black widow spider slowly works its way along the edge of Ymeia's spidersilk cloak, carefully mending it.
>
A low thrum and grind of gears emanates from Lucullan's leather herb kit.
>
Xanthalas stretches.
>
Khazaann appears less confident.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
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recite Aye, t'would be more proper, but elven traditions change slowly, folks still refer to them by the aulder Ta'. Suppose longevity means changes come slower
You recite quietly:

"Aye, t'would be more proper, but elven traditions change slowly, folks still refer to them by the aulder Ta'. Suppose longevity means changes come slower"

>
A waterfall of misty green light briefly cascades from a smooth balsawood idol fringed with several raven feathers pinned to Goldstr's chest.
>
A ridge cougar paces restlessly in a vaguely anxious expression of hunger.
>recite And as I said, folks still refer to them as City-states whereas they are full fledged nations now
You recite quietly:

"And as I said, folks still refer to them as City-states whereas they are full fledged nations now"

>
Augustinia nods.
>
Mauss adopts an agreeable expression.
>
Goldstr nods.
>
Sirona quietly says, "Seems the Nations are opening up quite a bit, not just in trade but in its welcoming of others. Its been a long time coming and more to do, but it is good to see."
>agree sirona
You agree with Sirona.
>
Mauss politely says, "Please lemme know when iss my turn again."
>
Augustinia nods.
>
Augustinia says, "Good to know."
>
Goldstr agrees with Sirona.
>
Lucullan agrees with Sirona.
>
Sirona quietly says, "We now have the Northwatch as a Nation too..."
>
Speaking quietly to Sirona, Lucullan says, "The bridge helps too."
>
Mauss lets out a cheer!
>
Sirona agrees with Lucullan.
>
The balsawood idol pinned to Goldstr's chest starts to twitch with a phantom heartbeat for several seconds before falling silent.
>
Sirona quietly says, "Very much so. Travel is so much easier now."
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Udari echo in your mind:
Im looking to hire a sorcerer to put a T2 on my 491 difficulty bow. ttm if you cand and with a price.

Sirona adopts an agreeable expression.
>recite Alot has to do also, with the Turamzzyr Emporer revoking Chaston's Edict allowing elves more rights in the human Empire, and therefore forming closer ties with the Elven lands
You recite quietly:

"Alot has to do also, with the Turamzzyr Emporer revoking Chaston's Edict allowing elves more rights in the human Empire, and therefore forming closer ties with the Elven lands"

>You hear the General thoughts of Demietria echo in your mind:
Demietria exclaims, "VOYER!"

Sirona takes a drink from her warm sylvan tea.
>
Sirona agrees with you.
>
Mauss agrees with you.
>
Murharzarm says, "A truly stupid edict."
>
Murharzarm takes a drink from his vivid green absinthe.
Murharzarm looks rather relaxed.
>
Speaking quietly to you, Sirona says, "That is is most important change."
>
Xanthalas adopts an agreeable expression.
>
(Khazaann remebers that he didn't feel too welcome last time he was there.)
>
Sirona quietly says, "It kicked all the other changes."
>
Roelaren nods.
>
Murharzarm pours himself a glass of ruby red wine.
>say ::augustinia to answer your question
Speaking quietly to Augustinia, you say, "To answer your question."
>
Sirona smiles at Khazaann.
>
Sirona rubs Khazaann.
>
Graevox stands up.
>
Graevox just went down the porch steps.
>recite Currently, only Ta'Illistim and Ta'Vaalor hae accessible roads for travellers to visit those towns
You recite quietly:

"Currently, only Ta'Illistim and Ta'Vaalor hae accessible roads for travellers to visit those towns"

>
Khazaann mutters elfs.
>
Augustinia says, "That is what i was getting at."
>
Augustinia nods to you.
>
The violet sapphire idol pinned to Lucullan's chest starts to twitch with a phantom heartbeat for several seconds before falling silent.
>
The mirror images surrounding Xanthalas undulate and grow stronger.
Xanthalas renews his songs.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|PREMIUM| GM Valyrka announced the opening of the January Premium Trove in the Merchant Library of Firefly Villa at Mist Harbor. Drawings will be held nightly around 8:20pm. Look for the entryway into the Trove area in the Lounge. Be sure to read the sign and the parchment. Some drawings are only for specific professions, so carefully inspect the item on the shelf. If you enter, you do not have to be online to win. But pickup must be in 24 hours. Details: https://bit.ly/3CplnXJ .

Goldstr's sentient potato boasts, "My dad slayed a tattooed red-eyed reiver sympath once!"
>recite I heard rumors that this year there may be an event allowing us to attend one of the other towns, I think Ta'Nalfein mayhaps
You recite quietly:

"I heard rumors that this year there may be an event allowing us to attend one of the other towns, I think Ta'Nalfein mayhaps"

>
Lucullan takes a bite of his blueberry pie.
>
Roelaren says, "That is awesome."
>
Sirona raises an eyebrow in your direction.
>
Murharzarm smirks and rolls his eyes in disgust.
>
Augustinia takes a drink from her ruby red wine.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Peggyanne echo in your mind:
Seeking P3 cast lemme know your price.

Sirona quietly asks, "When do you think that might occure?"
>
Augustinia takes a bite of her crusty peach pie.
>
Sirona glances askance at you.
>
* Riend just got iced in the Hinterwilds!
>recite I highly recoommend the library in Ta'Illistim, it is being renovated right now, and has a number of tomes which will only increase
You recite quietly:

"I highly recoommend the library in Ta'Illistim, it is being renovated right now, and has a number of tomes which will only increase "

>say ::sirona prolly summer or later
Speaking quietly to Sirona, you say, "Prolly summer or later."
>You hear the Help thoughts of Xecks echo in your mind:
Can anyone sell me an emerald?

Sirona nods to you.
>
Mauss asks, "I thought there was a road to Ta'Nalfein where we wasna gon' git shot... Is that still a future thing?"
>You hear the Help thoughts of Xecks echo in your mind:
Wehnimer's Landing, TSC.
recite thinkin' it will be a temporary thing, like our past visits to Talador or Mestanir
You recite quietly:

"Thinkin' it will be a temporary thing, like our past visits to Talador or Mestanir"

>You hear the Help thoughts of Xecks echo in your mind:
Warclaidh took care of me! Thank youa ll!
'but all I know is rumors
You quietly say, "But all I know is rumors."
>
Murharzarm says, "Ta'Illistim is worth the visit, even if it is a maze."
>
Lucullan seems a bit less imposing.
>
Mauss pouts, "Guessin' I missed those... Hmmph."
>
A dappled lion's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around his arms.
>
A ridge cougar's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around her arms.
>
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Lucullan.
>
Roelaren nods.
>
The dully illuminated mantle protecting Sirona begins to falter, then completely fades away.
>
Murharzarm takes a drink from his ruby red wine.
>
A yellow-eyed forest wolfhound paces the area, pausing to gaze around for potential prey.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Maliku echo in your mind:
Big surprise.
recite I just returned from Ta'Vaalor, they hae some well trained warriors there in their guild, and the Crimson Legion has regular musters
You recite quietly:

"I just returned from Ta'Vaalor, they hae some well trained warriors there in their guild, and the Crimson Legion has regular musters"

>You hear the Help thoughts of Fyrrow echo in your mind:
There's a surprise?!

The air calms down around Lucullan.
>
Roelaren nods to you.
>
Khazaann smiles at Sirona.
>recite the Legionnaires function much like the militia in the Landing or Solhaven, ye can join and earn ranks if ye are a citizen
You recite quietly:

"The Legionnaires function much like the militia in the Landing or Solhaven, ye can join and earn ranks if ye are a citizen"

>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|UPDATE| GM Vanah announced new, updated analyzes for Bird Call Whistles, History Orbs, Herb kits, and Lirion Bows. https://bit.ly/3WuOWOz .

The air shivers about Sirona, glistening faintly before stilling to normalcy.
>You hear the Merchant thoughts of Udari echo in your mind:
Im looking to hire a sorcerer to put a T2 on my 491 difficulty bow. ttm if you can and with a price.

Lucullan ponders.
>You hear the Help thoughts of Fropple echo in your mind:
Wat.

Speaking to Sirona, Goldstr asks, "Ye a member aye?"
>
Sirona blinks at Goldstr.
>
* Tornobauk just bit the dust!
>
Sirona quietly asks, "A member?"
>recite Thank ye all for attending Service Night. Thinking I may hae one more lecture on the politics of the other races, including dwarven, giantkin, or Truefolk (halfling) clans
You recite quietly:

"Thank ye all for attending Service Night. Thinking I may hae one more lecture on the politics of the other races, including dwarven, giantkin, or Truefolk (halfling) clans"

>
Sirona quietly asks, "Of?"
>
Goldstr asks, "Legionaire?"
>
Roelaren smiles.
>
Sirona quietly says, "No."
>
Khazaann turns toward you and renders you a sharp hand salute.
>
Sirona shakes her head.
>
Sirona smiles at Goldstr.
>
Sirona quietly says, "I am not."
>
Speaking to you, Mauss asks, "Sorry, Sir, can ya take one more question?"
>
Roelaren whispers, "We can put those on the website4."
>nod mauss
You nod at Mauss.
>'aye, ask away
You quietly say, "Aye, ask away."
>
Sirona gives Goldstr a friendly hug.
>
A corona of storm grey light surrounds a smooth violet sapphire idol set with a slice of grey requiem dreamstone pinned to Lucullan's chest before fading away.
>
Murharzarm takes a drink from his ruby red wine.
>
Sirona smiles at Goldstr.
>
Speaking to you, Mauss asks, "So ya mentioned King Qalinor as head of the Crimson Legion earlier?"
>nod mauss
You nod at Mauss.
>
Guarrin folds his hands behind his back.
>
Mauss says, "I think, anyhoo... I dun got tagged in the head hard earlier."
>
Roelaren smiles at Mauss.
>
Speaking to Sirona, Goldstr says, "Same."
>
Sirona smiles.
>
The balsawood idol pinned to Goldstr's chest starts to twitch with a phantom heartbeat for several seconds before falling silent.
>
A yellow-eyed forest wolfhound's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around his arms.
>
Augustinia takes a bite of her crusty peach pie.
>
Augustinia takes a drink from her ruby red wine.
>
Augustinia takes a drink from her ruby red wine.
>
Speaking to you, Mauss asks, "So it almost is soundin' like Ta Vaalor is like a military that 'appens to have a state... Am I warm, or cold, on dat?"
>
Augustinia takes a drink from her ruby red wine.
>
The mirror images surrounding Xanthalas undulate and grow stronger.
Xanthalas renews his songs.
>
"Praise Kai," Goldstr murmurs as he stows his veniom-wrapped falchion in his vaalorn scabbard with a flash of silver and crimson radiance. A roar of cheering crowds lingers briefly in the air.
>recite Ta'Vaalor tends to focus on warrior skills in their training of their Legion, whereas Ta'Illistim, although having a Sapphire Guard of warriors, tends to focus more on magical knowledge, and so hae more wizards and sorcerors in their military
You recite quietly:

"Ta'Vaalor tends to focus on warrior skills in their training of their Legion, whereas Ta'Illistim, although having a Sapphire Guard of warriors, tends to focus more on magical knowledge, and so hae more wizards and sorcerors in their military"

>
Roelaren says, "Interestng."
>
Ymeia says, "Aunt Cos would fit in there."
>agree
You adopt an agreeable expression.
>
Roelaren grins at Ymeia.
>
Murharzarm says, "Sorcery is in itself a great defense."
>
Augustinia nods.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|VERBINESS| Looking for a quirky verb to add to your roleplay? Ycelacie suggests trying WIGGLE EAR at <person>. Thanks for the tip!

Khazaann says, "I musta gone to Ta'illistim."
>
Augustinia says, "Indeed it is."
>
Roelaren grins at Khazaann.
>recite Ye can read in the scrolls about the Shadowguard, when both nations allied to combat the Undead War
You recite quietly:

"Ye can read in the scrolls about the Shadowguard, when both nations allied to combat the Undead War"

>
Lehon stands up.
>
Sirona nods vigorously to you!
>
Lehon says, "Take care everyone."
>
Sirona quietly says, "Its a very important story."
>
Lehon waves.
>
Khazaann waves.
>
Sirona waves to Lehon.
>
Ymeia gives Lehon a friendly hug.
>
Lucullan waves.
>
The doorman smiles and says, "Welcome back Lord Lehon!"
You hear very soft footsteps.
>
Sirona takes a drink from her warm sylvan tea.
>recite Though Ta'Faendryl are known for their Dark elf sorcerors, and specialize in summoning demons
You recite quietly:

"Though Ta'Faendryl are known for their Dark elf sorcerors, and specialize in summoning demons"

>
Khazaann extends a hand to Guarrin.
>
Mauss nods to you.
>
Khazaann gives Goldstr a firm handshake.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Luxelle echo in your mind:
Fame, and Infamy, live on forever in submitted tips.

Guarrin and Khazaann shake hands.
>
Roelaren nods.
>'nae to mention Necromancy
You quietly say, "Nae to mention Necromancy."
>
Lucullan shudders.
>
Khazaann clasps your hand, and you shake it enthusiastically in return.
>
Lucullan quietly says, "I hate demons."
>
The visage of a raven briefly obscures Goldstr's face before the illusion shatters into motes of misty green light.
>recite all of which is forbidden by the Hall of Mages in the Turamzyrrian empire
You recite quietly:

"All of which is forbidden by the Hall of Mages in the Turamzyrrian empire"

>
Sirona quietly says, "They did bring demons into the world and thus the Faendryl were shunned."
>
Khazaann says, "Good to see you mighty warriors."
>
A bright trail of fiery light rises high above above Wehnimer's Landing, vanishing from sight a moment later.

A blinding burst of red paints the night sky and comes together to form a heart.
>
Khazaann hugs Sirona, who wraps him in a warm embrace.
>
Mauss remarks, "Demons ain' too fond of us either... Guess it balances out."
>
Sirona quietly says, "But they did so to defeat Despana and the undead hordes so."
>
Guarrin adds, "The Vaalorians and Illistim did just sign their own treaty once again."
>
Khazaann hugs Roelaren, who wraps him in a warm embrace.
>
Sirona hugs Khazaann.
>
Mauss smirks.
>
Khazaann gives Augustinia a friendly hug.
>
Sirona smiles at Khazaann.
>
Ymeia whispers to the group, "For more info about Onoir check us out at: http://www.daingneachonoir.com."
>nod guarrin
You nod at Guarrin.
>
Sirona nods at Guarrin.
>
Speaking quietly to Guarrin, Sirona says, "They did."
>
Khazaann hugs Ymeia.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Tsalinx echo in your mind:
Don't forget to tip Luxie and the team too!

Khazaann stands up.
>look
[Hearthstone, Front Porch] (397002)
Airy and open, the porch is enclosed by smooth, freshly painted white modwir up to a height of about four feet. As you ponder the sky-blue color of the ceiling and a lacework of deep green ivy that crisscrosses the open space between posts, the hubbub of the world beyond quickly fades away. Rocking chairs of various sizes are an inviting sight, and an elegant green marble arch provides a tantalizing view of the splendors inside the old manor. You also see a ridge cougar, a dappled lion, a doorman, a scorched oak sideboard with some stuff on it, a purple modwir bin and the porch steps.
Also here: Lord Khazaann, Goldstr, Xanthalas, Sir Guarrin, Sirona, Mauss who is sitting, Lucullan, Murharzarm, Ymeia, Lady Fulayin, Augustinia who is sitting, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren who is sitting
Obvious paths: none
>
Lord Khazaann just went down the porch steps.
>
Roelaren nods at Guarrin.
>
Sirona quietly says, "It was quite the Court Session to witness."
>
Sirona nods at Guarrin.
>
Murharzarm says, "That's why you make sure they go back at a scheduled time."
>recite ye should ask Lord Tebon about the new Shadowguard, there was a time he was put in charge of forming a new Voln military Order
You recite quietly:

"Ye should ask Lord Tebon about the new Shadowguard, there was a time he was put in charge of forming a new Voln military Order"

>
Sirona ponders.
>
Roelaren nods.
>
Speaking to you, Mauss exclaims, "Thankee fer makin' me a l'il smarter Sir!"
>
Sirona quietly asks, "Really?"
>
Xanthalas draws his fireleaf staff from his runestaff sling, tracing an arc of pulsing black energy in its wake. At his touch, a number of sigils worked into its grain take on a faint luminescence.
>
Xanthalas leans on his staff.
>smile mauss
You smile at Mauss.
>
Roelaren says, "Thank ye all for joining us."
>
Mauss pours himself a flagon of frothy oatmeal stout.
>
Guarrin says, "Thank you for the talk and discussion."
>
Speaking quietly to you, Sirona says, "Thank you for a very informative discussion."
>'was some time ago, nae certain he e'en remembers, was during the Second Griffin Sword wars when those liches were after the Griffin Sword
>
You quietly say, "Was some time ago, nae certain he e'en remembers, was during the Second Griffin Sword wars when those liches were after the Griffin Sword."
>
Sirona smiles at you.
>
Roelaren agrees with Sirona.
>
The semitransparent image of a raven flickers into life before flapping away in a burst of misty green motes.
>
Murharzarm takes a drink from his ruby red wine.
>
Sirona nods to you.
>
Mauss raises his frothy oatmeal stout in a toast!
>
Lucullan quietly says, "Thank you. This was really nice."
>
Mauss tips his head back and empties a flagon of frothy oatmeal stout down his gullet!
>
Lucullan takes a bite of his blueberry pie.
>
Murharzarm says, "Thank you for having me."
>
Lucullan quietly says, "And good pie."
>
A low thrum and grind of gears emanates from Lucullan's leather herb kit.
>
Inclining his head slightly, Guarrin offers the most minimal of bows with an air of utmost politeness.
>
Lucullan takes a bite of his blueberry pie.
>
A trail of faintly glowing, argent griffin feathers follows Sir Guarrin as he moves down the porch steps.
>
Sirona smiles at Lucullan.
>
Lucullan bows to Sirona.
>
Lucullan smiles.
>
Mauss stands up.
>
Sirona bobs down and back up in a quick curtsy.
>
Murharzarm nods politely.
>You hear the Towncrier thoughts of Newsby echo in your mind:
|PLAYER SHOP-SOL| On Friday, January 31, at 2pm, Shop Manager Ionoo visits the citizen-owned shops in Solhaven. He will be verifying all building codes and standards are being met. He will also have a shop deed for one lucky citizen. You must have been a citizen for at least 30 days to qualify.

The very powerful look leaves Sirona.
The white light leaves Sirona.
>recite Thank ye all for attending, next Service Night will be the last Leyan (OOC Wednesday) next month
You recite quietly:

"Thank ye all for attending, next Service Night will be the last Leyan (OOC Wednesday) next month"

>
Xanthalas leans softly against Sirona.
>
Goldstr turns toward you and renders you a sharp hand salute.
>
Xanthalas blinks at a scorched oak sideboard.
>
Roelaren smiles.
>
Xanthalas pours himself a mug of elderberry mead.
>
A waterfall of storm grey light briefly cascades from a smooth violet sapphire idol set with a slice of grey requiem dreamstone pinned to Lucullan's chest.
>
Murharzarm just went down the porch steps.
>warsalute chivalrous goldstr
You face Goldstr and crisply render a chivalrous salute.
>
Ymeia says, "Very nicely done Sir."
>
Xanthalas nods at Sirona.
>
Xanthalas grins.
>
Xanthalas takes a drink from his elderberry mead.
>
Sirona takes a drink from her warm sylvan tea.
>
Sirona beams happily at Xanthalas!
>
Fulayin agrees with Ymeia.
>
Roelaren says, "As always Sir."
>
Fulayin hugs you, and you wrap her in a warm embrace.
>look
[Hearthstone, Front Porch] (397002)
Airy and open, the porch is enclosed by smooth, freshly painted white modwir up to a height of about four feet. As you ponder the sky-blue color of the ceiling and a lacework of deep green ivy that crisscrosses the open space between posts, the hubbub of the world beyond quickly fades away. Rocking chairs of various sizes are an inviting sight, and an elegant green marble arch provides a tantalizing view of the splendors inside the old manor. You also see a ridge cougar, a dappled lion, a doorman, a scorched oak sideboard with some stuff on it, a purple modwir bin and the porch steps.
Also here: Goldstr, Xanthalas, Sirona, Mauss, Lucullan, Ymeia, Lady Fulayin, Augustinia who is sitting, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren who is sitting
Obvious paths: none
>
Roelaren smiles at you.
>hug fulay
You give Fulayin a friendly hug.
>
Sirona quietly says, "Good to see everyone."
>
Sirona waves.
>
Sirona leaves your group.
>
Xanthalas waves to Sirona.
>
Roelaren waves to Sirona.
>
Mauss muses, "Guess I'll git back ta what passes as work."
>
Goldstr waves.
>
Xanthalas leaves your group.
Xanthalas joins Sirona's group.
>
Roelaren waves to Mauss.
>
Xanthalas grins.
>smile mauss
You smile at Mauss.
>
Sirona smiles.
>
You receive a firm handshake from Mauss.
>
Sirona quietly says, "Have a good evening all."
>
Fulayin says, "Night everyone."
>
Sirona waves.
>'Duty is a never ending mistress
Fulayin waves.
>
Goldstr begins chuckling at Mauss!
>
Roelaren waves to Mauss.
>
You quietly say, "Duty is a never ending mistress."
>
Roelaren gives Fulayin a friendly hug.
>
Sirona's group just went down the porch steps.
>wink mauss
Roelaren says, "Nites."
>
You wink at Mauss.
>
* Sketchee just turned his last page!
>
Mauss exclaims, "Thankee yas fer hosting!"
>
Lady Fulayin just went down the porch steps.
>
Roelaren agrees with you.
>
Mauss holds up his hand and tilts it side to side in a so-so gesture.
>
Goldstr says, "Tae care folks."
>
Mauss waves.
>
Roelaren smiles at Mauss.
>
Mauss removes a perfect walnut-handled zorchar katar from in his vruul skin sheath.
Mauss slings a burnished mesille shield off from over his shoulder.
>
Roelaren waves.
>wave
You wave.
>
Goldstr waves.
>look
[Hearthstone, Front Porch] (397002)
Airy and open, the porch is enclosed by smooth, freshly painted white modwir up to a height of about four feet. As you ponder the sky-blue color of the ceiling and a lacework of deep green ivy that crisscrosses the open space between posts, the hubbub of the world beyond quickly fades away. Rocking chairs of various sizes are an inviting sight, and an elegant green marble arch provides a tantalizing view of the splendors inside the old manor. You also see a ridge cougar, a dappled lion, a doorman, a scorched oak sideboard with some stuff on it, a purple modwir bin and the porch steps.
Also here: Goldstr, Mauss, Lucullan, Ymeia, Augustinia who is sitting, Sister-in-Arms Roelaren who is sitting
Obvious paths: none
>