Svorai2012-03-25 02:14:16
Here's hoping I cleaned this up properly. Vadi's ascension ceremony (or, "Stewartsville baby blues"), for all to enjoy! :)
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(Glomdoring): Ragniliff says, "After much delay, we are ready to begin Vadi's ascension ceremony."
Vadi enters from the up, emanating an aura of immense power.
Brennan Stormcrow cocks his head to one side, looking Vadi over with an appraising stare.
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Mighty Crow has his eye upon you, Dark Savant!"
Before the Master Ravenwood Tree.
There is a light drizzle of rain. Brennan Stormcrow paces here, his cadaverous body twitching with sudden jerks. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a bat around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a spider around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a beetle around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a wasp around its skull. The Master Ravenwood Tree towers over everything here, pulsing with an immeasurable yet dark power. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. There are 15 dark nighthags here. There are 5 illithoid scourges here. Its petals glistening with ice, a delicate snoefaasia orchid grows here from a clump of snow. A hemlock sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. A black direwolf is here, blending in with the shadows. A crudely crafted shrine of harsh black crystal stands here, thrumming powerfully. A ceremonial fire crackles here, sending orange sparks swirling upwards. Golden wings spread wide, a brilliant golden pegasus stands here, sparkling softly. Terqic of the Hemlock is here. He wields a mystic cudgel in his left hand. Spirit Warden Xynthin An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist is here. He wields a dimensional needle in his left hand. Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming floats here, enchanting notes weaving ceaselessly about her form. She wields a serrated bone claw in each hand. Vitas is here, fingers raised in the victory sign. He wields Ko-kitsune-maru with both hands. Svorai Stormcrow is here, shrouded. She wields a mystic cudgel in her left hand. Shadow Kayaldiyah Llaewell, Wardenhood Initiate is here. She wields a golden dawn-breaker klangaxe with both hands. Predator Kregarn Shee-Slaugh, Shaman of the Pack is here, shrouded. He wields a mystic cudgel in his left hand and a ritualistic dagger of Shikari in his right. Ragniliff Stormcrow is here, shrouded. Elana Nightshade, Whisper of the Wyrd floats here, enchanting notes weaving ceaselessly about her form. She wields a restful psalterium lyre of winged roses in her left hand. Razenth, Echo of the Wyrd floats here amidst an etheric storm of shifting realities and rainbow-traced quiddities. He wields a finely-crafted violin in his left hand. Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd floats here, enchanting notes weaving ceaselessly about her form. She wields a miniature ravenwood viola in her left hand and the Baton of the Dark Heart in her right.
You see a single exit leading north.
(Glomdoring): Ragniliff says, "All gather at the Master Ravenwood, please."
The screeching of a crow echoes through the dark woods, sounding almost like harsh laughter.
Ragniliff Stormcrow asks, "Is everyone ready?"
A crying baby wriggles out of Alacardael's hands!
A baby crawls off to the down.
Vitas nods his head.
Razenth, Echo of the Wyrd says, "Oh god."
Tacita nods her head emphatically.
Razenth, Echo of the Wyrd says, "The baby."
Opening her mouth wide, Elana gapes in wonder.
Razenth points downwards.
Vitas glances wryly at Alacardael and hides a grin behind his hand.
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness says, "Hush."
Elana drifts downward, trailed by the hauntingly beautiful notes that dance upon the air.
A dark nighthag turns her gaze to watch Elana leave.
Alacardael ceases to wield a metal treebark shield in his right hand.
Alacardael begins to wield a crying baby in his right hand.
Ragniliff Stormcrow says, "I'll take that as a yes."
Bewitching melodies drift languidly upon the air, heralding the entrance of Elana as she glides in from the down.
Kayaldiyah nods her head emphatically.
A crying baby wriggles out of Alacardael's hands!
A baby crawls off to the down.
Elana's eyes widen slightly and the corner of her right eye starts to tic uncontrollably.
Ragniliff clears her throat in an attempt to gain everyone's attention.
You see the following people here:
Xynthin, Vadi, Vitryn, Tacita, Terqic, Razenth, Vitas, Kregarn, Alacardael, Ragniliff, Ankastra, Kayaldiyah, Elana, Svorai
Ragniliff Stormcrow says, "We are all gathered here to honour Vadi as he rises as a Vernal Ascendant - in preparation, each of the guilds will be offering him a gesture of tribute."
A crying baby wriggles out of Alacardael's hands!
A baby crawls off to the down.
Ragniliff Stormcrow says, "Beginning with the Shadowdancers, if you may please."
Ragniliff nods her head at Alacardael.
Alacardael murmurs softly to himself.
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness says, "Hail Night, Mother of Darkness, attend to us in this, our hour of need. Guide us down the trifold path, and grant us strength in your shadowy embrace. May Sun never find us unawares and Moon ever hide from Your Might."
Alacardael grabs a crying baby by the back of the neck and pulls him forward into an embrace, pressing his lips against the neck. As shadows twine between them, a crying baby grows pale and haggard, while Alacardael grows stronger and more hale.
Alacardael has scored a CRUSHING CRITICAL hit.
As the last dregs of lifeforce are sucked out of a crying baby, his eyes become glassy and cold, staring off into the empty darkness of death.
A crying baby has been slain by Alacardael.
(Coven): Svorai says, "A crying baby is DEAD, next target!" <-- left in because everyone giggled at me
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness slits open the infant's corpse and exposes the bloody mixture within. With a grim smile, he dips his fingers into the red fluid.
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Idiot! The child should only be killed upon Rowena's command!"
The four skeletons collapse into dust. Out of their remains, four screaming spirits rise up and flee into the dark forest.
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness says, "Once more the Glomdoring rouses itself. The ravenwoods sway and the crows caw to herald the rise of another Wyrden child through the awesome power of the Master Ravenwood Tree."
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Crow! Mighty Crow! Glorious Crow!"
Brennan Stormcrow grovels pathetically in the dirt.
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness says, "The sibilant whispers of gravestones, the dead speak truths unheard by living flesh. Tend to the living who are marked for death, taken once more into Her embrace. So the First of the Triad of Night is Marked, by mournful wailing."
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness raises a blood-soaked finger and draws a spiral upon Vadi's right cheek.
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness says, "Our adversaries tremble and wail as a greater champion of our Forest gains new blessings for our cause. The blood of our enemies shall nurture the Merciless Forest."
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness says, "Blood is the bounty of the victorious, and the sorrow of the fallen. The scent of blood upon the air, its taste upon our lips. So the Second of Triad of Night is Marked, by blooded mist."
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness marks Vadi's left cheek with two parallel slashes.
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness says, "The nightbringers shall walk once more and glory shall be unto the Wyrd. The Night and Crow bless Vadi Stormcrow as he leads our swarm to victory."
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Crow! Mighty Crow! Glorious Crow!"
Brennan Stormcrow grovels pathetically in the dirt.
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness says, "The howling within the shadows, marks those who hunt the Night. In stealth the shadowbound walk, yet ever they turn the illuminated aside. So the Third of the Triad of Night is Marked, by silent descent."
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness presses his finger upon Vadi's forehead and marks it with a bloody triangle.
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness says, "Mother Night, embrace your servant's soul in shards of darkness, as he receive your sweet kiss deep inside his mind."
Alacardael links hands with you and the other members of the coven, forming a sacred circle.
You join Alacardael in a ceremony to bring the darkness of long night to the area. Ominous shadows rise up around the coven, prepared to do your bidding.
A biting wind howls through the area, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness nods his head slowly at Vadi and at Ragniliff.
Ragniliff nods her head at Ankastra.
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Shadows swirl around your arm as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree digs itself more painfully into your finger.
The sound of drums rings violently in the air before falling back to a hushed rhythm.
Ankastra bows respectfully to Vadi.
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says to Vadi, "Defender of the Wyrd, as you rise to be Glomdoring's next Vernal Ascendant, hold in your heart the values of Grandmother Scorpion."
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says to Vadi, "She is Perfection, pure and simple. She is the innovation of the Beetle, the one who creates new techniques to confound and confuse the enemy. Tirelessly, she works to better herself in mind and in body."
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming begins walking slowly through the crowd, weaving in and out with such rhythm that her form appears to phase in and out of reality.
Shadows swirl around Tacita's arm as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree shifts and turns around her hand.
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says to Vadi, "She is the speed of the Wasp, the one who strikes surely, swiftly, and decisively into her opponent. No mercy, no regrets."
Ankastra looks about herself suspiciously.
Ankastra sucks in a huge lungful of air and blasts her fiery breath at Vadi.
Vadi screams in agony as the horrific flames wreathe themselves about his body.
Thin tendrils of shadow reach out from Ankastra to rake across the skin of Vadi.
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says to Vadi, "She is the stealth of the Bat, who never fears the unseen and whose ways shroud her actions from her prey."
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says to Vadi, "And she is the preparedness of the Spider, who patiently and carefully weaves her deadly web, ensnaring her opponents in her beautiful and inescapable embrace."
The screeching of a crow echoes through the dark woods, sounding almost like harsh laughter.
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
The horizon glows with burnished shades of orange and red, heralding the imminent arrival of Father Sun upon the rim of the world.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming leaps acrobatically up into the boughs of the Master Ravenwood, leaning against the trunk, nekai tapping the bark.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming whispers, "Grandmother Scorpion is the deadliest combatant."
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming suddenly leaps out of the tree, performing a double twist pike jump before landing smoothly on the ground.
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
With a sudden strike, Ankastra skewers Vadi with two nekais in the gut, holding him in place.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says, "Scorpion's claws shall never release their grip. Her will is unshakable. May you find the strength always to pursue your prey with the drive of Scorpion. Once your hands have tasted their flesh, then may you finish them swiftly, with grace and power."
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Vadi nods solemnly to Ankastra.
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming glances up into the branches, seeing the shadow of Brother Crow.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says to Vadi, "Her strike is deadly, her venom fatal. Grandmother Scorpion holds power over our emotion and our action."
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says, "She is our wrath, our passion. She holds the power of judgement over others, through mercy or through death. Yet she is the enchantress that piques our senses with the exotic and unknown."
The sound of wings flapping heralds a screeching murder of crows flying overhead.
Ankastra stares coldly at Vadi.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says to Vadi, "Will you serve the Wyrd through your Faith and your Blood?"
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Vadi Stormcrow says to Ankastra, "Aye."
Ankastra nods her head emphatically.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says to Vadi, "You have proven yourself worthy to Grandmother Scorpion by earning your station. Release yourself and show the world."
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Vadi carefully writhes out of Ankastra's grapple, escaping her grasp.
Vadi's body and features begin to melt like wax, then solidifies into a faeling.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says to Vadi, "On behalf of the Cult of the Scorpion, I bless you, Vernal Ascendant."
The sound of wings flapping heralds a screeching murder of crows flying overhead.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says, "And may your belly be filled with Wyrden Grace."
With great elegance, Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming lays out a spread of exotic cuisine and delicacies before you. Along with everyone else, you indulge yourself in this epicurian feast, eating and drinking until utterly satiated. The fine meal not only lifts your spirits, but enhances your body as well.
You almost gag watching Xynthin casually chew upon the rotten flesh stuck in the nest in the trees.
You smile softly.
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Ankastra nods her head sagely.
Ragniliff nods her head at Tacita.
You see the following people here:
Razenth, Terqic, Xynthin, Vitryn, Elana, Vadi, Celina, Kregarn, Kayaldiyah, Alacardael, Vitas, Tacita, Ankastra, Ragniliff, Svorai
Tacita beats her wings furiously and rises into the air, stopping to hover before Vadi.
Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd tucks her viola under her neck and begins to play a slow, pulsing melody. In the background, the Drums of the Dead sound in time to the tune.
In a melodious mezzo-soprano, Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd sings, "There is no beauty like Glomdoring's dark! Insidious as whispers on the breeze, and intricate as tendrils in the bark shot deep by twisted vines that choke the trees..."
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
With a rising tempo, Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd sings, "The Forest Without Mercy works its way into the breast, the marrow and the bone, compels the heart, entangled, to obey."
Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd leads the instrumental refrain with a deep, thrumming melody that resonates around the lowest of the viola's glowering tones.
Razenth, Echo of the Wyrd enters into the melody with a shrill note of his violin, high and shrieking. A string of similar chords follow, a fierce and wild counterpoint to the underlying beat.
In a discordant tone, Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd sings, "Until all fickle pride is overgrown like sickly gardens by ferocious weeds of virile root and redolent with flower."
Sonorous and resonant, Razenth, Echo of the Wyrd sings, "Ensnared within the web, each creature feeds the Forest, and becomes part of its power."
Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd moves to circle Vadi, continuing her melody with bow and string.
Razenth, Echo of the Wyrd copies Tacita's movements and takes position upon the other side of Vadi, circling contraiwise to her in time with the music.
Razenth, Echo of the Wyrd sings, "There is no summons like Glomdoring's call..."
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Eyes glowing with fervour, Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd sings, "The ravening of Blood Thirst in the veins, the raucous caws of carrion crows that squall as they descend upon their prey's remains."
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Crow! Mighty Crow! Glorious Crow!"
Brennan Stormcrow grovels pathetically in the dirt.
His voice rising, Razenth, Echo of the Wyrd sings, "Once beckoned to the hunt with barghest's howls, the Murder's outstretched wings blot out the skies and pouring from the Ebon Wyrdling's bowels."
Brennan Stormcrow says, "The beast of Glomdoring was created by Rowena's magics."
Voice rising, Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd sings, "With axe and club, fierce warriors rain demise, their hands not stayed by mercy nor by doubt, fighting to see the dark beauty unfurled."
Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd raises the Baton of the Dark Heart and the shadows thrum in chorus with the Harbingers' song.
As the accompaniment rises to a crescendo, Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd sings, "Dark Spirit's promise kept to the devout..."
Pink eyes gleaming, Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd states, "The Wyrd devouring the heathen world."
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Sunlight billows across the realm, revealing the full glory of the majestic sun's luminous presence as he climbs higher into the sky.
Tacita begins to whisper a haunting melody as numerous glittering shadows being to swarm about her form. She reaches out to place her hand upon Vadi's chest, her brow furrowing as if searching for something.
Razenth begins to whisper a haunting melody as numerous glittering shadows being to swarm about his form. He reaches out to place his hand upon Vadi's chest, his brow furrowing as if searching for something.
Ragniliff nods her head at Xynthin.
Spirit Warden Xynthin An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "We serve the Glomdoring with our lives. Vadi will feed the Glomdoring with the last of his mortal blood, and it will thrive off of his sacrifice. He will be reborn into a new form, a staunch protector imbued with all the powers of this Forest. We of the Ebonguard await his death, that he may rise anew as our Ascendant."
Xynthin nods his head at you.
Ragniliff nods her head at you.
Shadows swirl around Ankastra's arm as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree shifts and turns around her hand.
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Stepping forward, her wings unfurling slowly, you say, "The Wyrd is something very palpable, something very real. It touches everything and everyone. Permeating the minds of even our enemies, it is at work, drawing the aggregate subconscious to its truth. No one may escape it, for eventually, it will claim all."
You have emoted: Svorai forms a fist above her heart and her oily black wings snap back to her body.
In a cool and solemn tone, you assert, "The perfection of the Basin is inevitable." She pauses, allowing her hand to fall, and says, "Though, as agents of the Wyrd, this perfection must be realised first within ourselves."
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
You have emoted: Svorai casts a sidelong glance at Vadi, before turning again to those gathered.
You say, "The Blacktalon's philosophy is one that is intrinsically connected with that of the whole of Glomdoring: we seek to perfect ourselves -- in every manner -- so that we can best serve the cause of Wyrd."
Shadows swirl around Xynthin's arm as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree shifts and turns around his hand.
Turning to face her husband, you say to Vadi, "Talons of Crow, this is what we require of you; uphold Crow's ways and thereby obtain perfection."
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Crow! Mighty Crow! Glorious Crow!"
Brennan Stormcrow grovels pathetically in the dirt.
A large shadow flits across the edge of your vision for a bare instant, vanishing between the trees.
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
You have emoted: Svorai nods towards Kregarn with a solemn expression and steps backwards, completing a triangle formation with Terqic and Kregarn, as Vadi stands in the centre.
Predator Kregarn Shee-Slaugh, Shaman of the Pack steps forward raising a cudgel towards Vadi stoically.
Predator Kregarn Shee-Slaugh, Shaman of the Pack intones, "Glory be to He that walks with Blood Thirst, for He knows Perfection requires patience eternal. Through self-denial, we learn to starve as He starves, to wait as He waits, to strike as He strikes."
Predator Kregarn Shee-Slaugh, Shaman of the Pack says to Vadi, "Champion of Blood Thirst, your talons are those of Crow. Patiently await your moment, and take what is rightfully yours."
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Crow! Mighty Crow! Glorious Crow!"
Brennan Stormcrow grovels pathetically in the dirt.
Kregarn whispers a string of sibilant syllables, and leaves rustle loudly in answer. He gestures violently at Vadi.
A viciously thorned vine spears out from a nearby branch and lashes tightly around Vadi's right arm.
The bitter cold shadows suddenly fade away.
Predator Kregarn Shee-Slaugh, Shaman of the Pack says, "We embrace the pain of starvation, for nothing matters but Glomdoring."
Your lipreading talent lets you hear that Terqic attempted to say, "Glory be to He that walks with Black Sorrow, for He knows Perfection requires mastery absolute. Through knowing and mastering our suffering, we learn to inflict suffering upon the prey of the Scourge without succumbing to it ourselves."
Your lipreading talent lets you hear that Terqic attempted to say to Vadi, "Master of Black Sorrow, your heart belongs to Crow. Temper your emotion and exploit the weaknesses in others."
Terqic whispers a string of sibilant syllables, and leaves rustle loudly in answer. He gestures violently at Vadi.
A viciously thorned vine spears out from a nearby branch and lashes tightly around Vadi's left leg.
Terqic of the Hemlock intones, "We conquer the turmoil within, for nothing matters but Glomdoring."
Predator Kregarn Shee-Slaugh, Shaman of the Pack intones, "Glory be to He that walks with False Memory, for He knows Perfection requires might supreme. Through writing our own past as He wishes it remembered, we know our future, free of weaknesses."
Predator Kregarn Shee-Slaugh, Shaman of the Pack says to Vadi, "Advocate of False Memory, your path is set by Crow. Realise your strength and do not falter from your course."
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Crow! Mighty Crow! Glorious Crow!"
Brennan Stormcrow grovels pathetically in the dirt.
Kregarn whispers a string of sibilant syllables, and leaves rustle loudly in answer. He gestures violently at Vadi.
A viciously thorned vine spears out from a nearby branch and lashes tightly around Vadi's right leg.
Predator Kregarn Shee-Slaugh, Shaman of the Pack intones, "We reject the delusions of others, for nothing matters but Glomdoring."
Terqic of the Hemlock turns to Vadi once more.
Terqic of the Hemlock intones, "Glory be to He that walks with Dark Spirit, for He knows Perfection requires faith unconditional. Through rejecting all doubt and embracing the beauty of the Wyrd, we are given meaning for our otherwise meaningless existences."
Terqic of the Hemlock says to Vadi, "Disciple of Dark Spirit, your spirit flies with Crow. Know your purpose and remain ever faithful."
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Crow! Mighty Crow! Glorious Crow!"
Brennan Stormcrow grovels pathetically in the dirt.
Terqic whispers a string of sibilant syllables, and leaves rustle loudly in answer. He gestures violently at Vadi.
A viciously thorned vine spears out from a nearby branch and lashes tightly around Vadi's left arm.
Terqic of the Hemlock intones, "We live to serve the Merciless Forest, for nothing matters but Glomdoring."
You have emoted: Svorai nods towards Terqic and Kregarn, a faint smile on her lips.
Raising her hands high above her head, you exclaim, "Hail, Brother Crow, Scourge of the Heart of Darkness! Accept Your servant, Vadi, as he pledges his life to the defense and glory of this forest!"
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Crow! Mighty Crow! Glorious Crow!"
Brennan Stormcrow grovels pathetically in the dirt.
Bursting open, the clouds in the sky release a light pitter-patter of rain.
You interlace your fingers together and raise your locked hands above your head. Screaming out the name of Vadi, you rip your hands apart.
The thorny vines wrapped around Vadi's limbs suddenly tighten and pull in four different directions, drawing him up in the air screaming.
Vadi is instantly killed as his body is ripped into quarters.
You have slain Vadi.
Your karma falls in response to your deeds.
(Coven): You say, "Vadi is DEAD, next target!" <--- olol
Spirit Warden Xynthin An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Be reborn through the power of the Glomdoring."
Xynthin's eyes glow a radiant white as he exhales its pure energies onto Vadi. As the energies wash of his soul, a new body forms, restoring him to life.
Vadi's soul offers Xynthin a look of thanks before merging with his body once more.
The sun reaches the zenith of the firmament, pausing in his quest to allow the land to bask in his shining golden rays.
Vitas smiles softly.
Ragniliff nods solemnly.
Ragniliff Stormcrow says, "Vadi, as you approach the Master Tree, do not forget that as our newest Vernal Ascendant, you are a figure of utmost tenacity. Just as you will surely lead us to victories, you must raise our dark spirits to fight again whenever it is that we may fumble. Remember that you are now a force of the Glomdoring which must inspire it to greater glory. May you serve well and long."
Drawing herself up to her full height, Ragniliff gazes fiercely at Vadi and proudly shouts "F'ai Glomdoring!".
Vadi steps towards the Master Ravenwood Tree and places his hands on it, causing it to creak and groan wildly as he drinks of its shadowy essence. Thrumming power fills the air and pours through his mortal coil, swathing his body in oily shadows. The ethereal, haunting forms of the Great Spirits briefly fill the air around the Master Ravenwood Tree, chief among them Mother Night and Brother Crow, as Vadi is suffused by incredible powers, and rises as a Vernal Ascendant!
A new Ascendant rises! By decree of Dark Regent Ragniliff and with full support of the Shadow Court, let it be known that the Free Alliance of Glomdoring has this day imbued Vadi with the energies of the Master Ravenwood Tree, raising a Vernal Ascendant!
The perception of time momentarily slows to a fraction as Clotho takes up the Tapestry of Fate and studies the weft of the fabric, lengthening and smoothing errant threads. Time rushes forward as the memory fades, yet the understanding unfolds that a myriad paths in Lusternia have opened up before you, some leading to noble deeds and others to dark triumphs.
Vitas applauds Vadi heartily.
Vadi Stormcrow says, "Thank you, everyone. I will continue serving the Wyrd as I have been - and with an even great ferocity and use now."
With a wistful look on his face, Vadi touches the Master Ravenwood Tree.
Tacita smiles softly.
Bowing to her guests, Tacita arranges her tea before her upon the floor. She slowly pours the black tea into individual bowls, delicately whisking the tea until there is a slight foam on top. Spinning and bowing over the bowls in a complex ritual, she finally finishes when a lambent glow infuses the tea. As you sip the glowing tea, the ceremony concludes and you feel the whole experience has enhanced your vivacity.
You see Vadi Stormcrow shout, "Nothing matters but Glomdoring!"
You shout, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"
You see Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness shout, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"
You see Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd shout, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"
You see Spirit Warden Xynthin An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist shout, "Glory be to the Glomdoring."
You see Predator Kregarn Shee-Slaugh, Shaman of the Pack shout, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"
You see Ragniliff Stormcrow shout, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"
You see Shadow Kayaldiyah Llaewell, Wardenhood Initiate shout, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"
You see Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming shout, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"
You see Razenth, Echo of the Wyrd shout, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"
You see Penumbra Celina Ysav'rai, Student of Wisdom shout, "Glory be to Glomdoring."
You see Shadow Warrior Vitas Shee-Slaugh, Eyes of Bloodlust shout, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"
Aerys Tarsuhl shouts, "Yes yes, glory and all that. Now hush."
You see Terqic of the Hemlock shout, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"
With a wistful look on his face, Alacardael touches the Master Ravenwood Tree.
Shadow Warrior Vitas Shee-Slaugh, Eyes of Bloodlust says, "And death to Aerys. Glory to that idea."
Vitas stares pointedly straight ahead and draws a finger across his throat threateningly.
Kayaldiyah grins mischievously at Vitas.
With a look of intense concentration, Kregarn parts his mouth slightly, using his tongue to pry bits of carrion from between his teeth.
Vitas purses his lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as he carefully gathers his thoughts.
Penumbra Celina Ysav'rai, Student of Wisdom says, "Good work and all that touchy feely crap."
Celina marches off to the down to the tune of a martial cadence, a blood-red haze lingering nearby.
A dark nighthag says, "Walk in darkness."
An illithoid scourge says, "Dark blessings, forest dweller."
A dark nighthag inclines her head slightly as Celina leaves.
<< And that was basically that! Woo! >>
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(Glomdoring): Ragniliff says, "After much delay, we are ready to begin Vadi's ascension ceremony."
Vadi enters from the up, emanating an aura of immense power.
Brennan Stormcrow cocks his head to one side, looking Vadi over with an appraising stare.
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Mighty Crow has his eye upon you, Dark Savant!"
Before the Master Ravenwood Tree.
There is a light drizzle of rain. Brennan Stormcrow paces here, his cadaverous body twitching with sudden jerks. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a bat around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a spider around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a beetle around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a wasp around its skull. The Master Ravenwood Tree towers over everything here, pulsing with an immeasurable yet dark power. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. There are 15 dark nighthags here. There are 5 illithoid scourges here. Its petals glistening with ice, a delicate snoefaasia orchid grows here from a clump of snow. A hemlock sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. A black direwolf is here, blending in with the shadows. A crudely crafted shrine of harsh black crystal stands here, thrumming powerfully. A ceremonial fire crackles here, sending orange sparks swirling upwards. Golden wings spread wide, a brilliant golden pegasus stands here, sparkling softly. Terqic of the Hemlock is here. He wields a mystic cudgel in his left hand. Spirit Warden Xynthin An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist is here. He wields a dimensional needle in his left hand. Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming floats here, enchanting notes weaving ceaselessly about her form. She wields a serrated bone claw in each hand. Vitas is here, fingers raised in the victory sign. He wields Ko-kitsune-maru with both hands. Svorai Stormcrow is here, shrouded. She wields a mystic cudgel in her left hand. Shadow Kayaldiyah Llaewell, Wardenhood Initiate is here. She wields a golden dawn-breaker klangaxe with both hands. Predator Kregarn Shee-Slaugh, Shaman of the Pack is here, shrouded. He wields a mystic cudgel in his left hand and a ritualistic dagger of Shikari in his right. Ragniliff Stormcrow is here, shrouded. Elana Nightshade, Whisper of the Wyrd floats here, enchanting notes weaving ceaselessly about her form. She wields a restful psalterium lyre of winged roses in her left hand. Razenth, Echo of the Wyrd floats here amidst an etheric storm of shifting realities and rainbow-traced quiddities. He wields a finely-crafted violin in his left hand. Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd floats here, enchanting notes weaving ceaselessly about her form. She wields a miniature ravenwood viola in her left hand and the Baton of the Dark Heart in her right.
You see a single exit leading north.
(Glomdoring): Ragniliff says, "All gather at the Master Ravenwood, please."
The screeching of a crow echoes through the dark woods, sounding almost like harsh laughter.
Ragniliff Stormcrow asks, "Is everyone ready?"
A crying baby wriggles out of Alacardael's hands!
A baby crawls off to the down.
Vitas nods his head.
Razenth, Echo of the Wyrd says, "Oh god."
Tacita nods her head emphatically.
Razenth, Echo of the Wyrd says, "The baby."
Opening her mouth wide, Elana gapes in wonder.
Razenth points downwards.
Vitas glances wryly at Alacardael and hides a grin behind his hand.
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness says, "Hush."
Elana drifts downward, trailed by the hauntingly beautiful notes that dance upon the air.
A dark nighthag turns her gaze to watch Elana leave.
Alacardael ceases to wield a metal treebark shield in his right hand.
Alacardael begins to wield a crying baby in his right hand.
Ragniliff Stormcrow says, "I'll take that as a yes."
Bewitching melodies drift languidly upon the air, heralding the entrance of Elana as she glides in from the down.
Kayaldiyah nods her head emphatically.
A crying baby wriggles out of Alacardael's hands!
A baby crawls off to the down.
Elana's eyes widen slightly and the corner of her right eye starts to tic uncontrollably.
Ragniliff clears her throat in an attempt to gain everyone's attention.
You see the following people here:
Xynthin, Vadi, Vitryn, Tacita, Terqic, Razenth, Vitas, Kregarn, Alacardael, Ragniliff, Ankastra, Kayaldiyah, Elana, Svorai
Ragniliff Stormcrow says, "We are all gathered here to honour Vadi as he rises as a Vernal Ascendant - in preparation, each of the guilds will be offering him a gesture of tribute."
A crying baby wriggles out of Alacardael's hands!
A baby crawls off to the down.
Ragniliff Stormcrow says, "Beginning with the Shadowdancers, if you may please."
Ragniliff nods her head at Alacardael.
Alacardael murmurs softly to himself.
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness says, "Hail Night, Mother of Darkness, attend to us in this, our hour of need. Guide us down the trifold path, and grant us strength in your shadowy embrace. May Sun never find us unawares and Moon ever hide from Your Might."
Alacardael grabs a crying baby by the back of the neck and pulls him forward into an embrace, pressing his lips against the neck. As shadows twine between them, a crying baby grows pale and haggard, while Alacardael grows stronger and more hale.
Alacardael has scored a CRUSHING CRITICAL hit.
As the last dregs of lifeforce are sucked out of a crying baby, his eyes become glassy and cold, staring off into the empty darkness of death.
A crying baby has been slain by Alacardael.
(Coven): Svorai says, "A crying baby is DEAD, next target!" <-- left in because everyone giggled at me
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness slits open the infant's corpse and exposes the bloody mixture within. With a grim smile, he dips his fingers into the red fluid.
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Idiot! The child should only be killed upon Rowena's command!"
The four skeletons collapse into dust. Out of their remains, four screaming spirits rise up and flee into the dark forest.
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness says, "Once more the Glomdoring rouses itself. The ravenwoods sway and the crows caw to herald the rise of another Wyrden child through the awesome power of the Master Ravenwood Tree."
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Crow! Mighty Crow! Glorious Crow!"
Brennan Stormcrow grovels pathetically in the dirt.
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness says, "The sibilant whispers of gravestones, the dead speak truths unheard by living flesh. Tend to the living who are marked for death, taken once more into Her embrace. So the First of the Triad of Night is Marked, by mournful wailing."
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness raises a blood-soaked finger and draws a spiral upon Vadi's right cheek.
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness says, "Our adversaries tremble and wail as a greater champion of our Forest gains new blessings for our cause. The blood of our enemies shall nurture the Merciless Forest."
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness says, "Blood is the bounty of the victorious, and the sorrow of the fallen. The scent of blood upon the air, its taste upon our lips. So the Second of Triad of Night is Marked, by blooded mist."
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness marks Vadi's left cheek with two parallel slashes.
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness says, "The nightbringers shall walk once more and glory shall be unto the Wyrd. The Night and Crow bless Vadi Stormcrow as he leads our swarm to victory."
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Crow! Mighty Crow! Glorious Crow!"
Brennan Stormcrow grovels pathetically in the dirt.
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness says, "The howling within the shadows, marks those who hunt the Night. In stealth the shadowbound walk, yet ever they turn the illuminated aside. So the Third of the Triad of Night is Marked, by silent descent."
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness presses his finger upon Vadi's forehead and marks it with a bloody triangle.
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness says, "Mother Night, embrace your servant's soul in shards of darkness, as he receive your sweet kiss deep inside his mind."
Alacardael links hands with you and the other members of the coven, forming a sacred circle.
You join Alacardael in a ceremony to bring the darkness of long night to the area. Ominous shadows rise up around the coven, prepared to do your bidding.
A biting wind howls through the area, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness nods his head slowly at Vadi and at Ragniliff.
Ragniliff nods her head at Ankastra.
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Shadows swirl around your arm as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree digs itself more painfully into your finger.
The sound of drums rings violently in the air before falling back to a hushed rhythm.
Ankastra bows respectfully to Vadi.
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says to Vadi, "Defender of the Wyrd, as you rise to be Glomdoring's next Vernal Ascendant, hold in your heart the values of Grandmother Scorpion."
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says to Vadi, "She is Perfection, pure and simple. She is the innovation of the Beetle, the one who creates new techniques to confound and confuse the enemy. Tirelessly, she works to better herself in mind and in body."
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming begins walking slowly through the crowd, weaving in and out with such rhythm that her form appears to phase in and out of reality.
Shadows swirl around Tacita's arm as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree shifts and turns around her hand.
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says to Vadi, "She is the speed of the Wasp, the one who strikes surely, swiftly, and decisively into her opponent. No mercy, no regrets."
Ankastra looks about herself suspiciously.
Ankastra sucks in a huge lungful of air and blasts her fiery breath at Vadi.
Vadi screams in agony as the horrific flames wreathe themselves about his body.
Thin tendrils of shadow reach out from Ankastra to rake across the skin of Vadi.
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says to Vadi, "She is the stealth of the Bat, who never fears the unseen and whose ways shroud her actions from her prey."
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says to Vadi, "And she is the preparedness of the Spider, who patiently and carefully weaves her deadly web, ensnaring her opponents in her beautiful and inescapable embrace."
The screeching of a crow echoes through the dark woods, sounding almost like harsh laughter.
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
The horizon glows with burnished shades of orange and red, heralding the imminent arrival of Father Sun upon the rim of the world.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming leaps acrobatically up into the boughs of the Master Ravenwood, leaning against the trunk, nekai tapping the bark.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming whispers, "Grandmother Scorpion is the deadliest combatant."
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming suddenly leaps out of the tree, performing a double twist pike jump before landing smoothly on the ground.
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
With a sudden strike, Ankastra skewers Vadi with two nekais in the gut, holding him in place.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says, "Scorpion's claws shall never release their grip. Her will is unshakable. May you find the strength always to pursue your prey with the drive of Scorpion. Once your hands have tasted their flesh, then may you finish them swiftly, with grace and power."
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Vadi nods solemnly to Ankastra.
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming glances up into the branches, seeing the shadow of Brother Crow.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says to Vadi, "Her strike is deadly, her venom fatal. Grandmother Scorpion holds power over our emotion and our action."
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says, "She is our wrath, our passion. She holds the power of judgement over others, through mercy or through death. Yet she is the enchantress that piques our senses with the exotic and unknown."
The sound of wings flapping heralds a screeching murder of crows flying overhead.
Ankastra stares coldly at Vadi.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says to Vadi, "Will you serve the Wyrd through your Faith and your Blood?"
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Vadi Stormcrow says to Ankastra, "Aye."
Ankastra nods her head emphatically.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says to Vadi, "You have proven yourself worthy to Grandmother Scorpion by earning your station. Release yourself and show the world."
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Vadi carefully writhes out of Ankastra's grapple, escaping her grasp.
Vadi's body and features begin to melt like wax, then solidifies into a faeling.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says to Vadi, "On behalf of the Cult of the Scorpion, I bless you, Vernal Ascendant."
The sound of wings flapping heralds a screeching murder of crows flying overhead.
Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming says, "And may your belly be filled with Wyrden Grace."
With great elegance, Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming lays out a spread of exotic cuisine and delicacies before you. Along with everyone else, you indulge yourself in this epicurian feast, eating and drinking until utterly satiated. The fine meal not only lifts your spirits, but enhances your body as well.
You almost gag watching Xynthin casually chew upon the rotten flesh stuck in the nest in the trees.
You smile softly.
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Ankastra nods her head sagely.
Ragniliff nods her head at Tacita.
You see the following people here:
Razenth, Terqic, Xynthin, Vitryn, Elana, Vadi, Celina, Kregarn, Kayaldiyah, Alacardael, Vitas, Tacita, Ankastra, Ragniliff, Svorai
Tacita beats her wings furiously and rises into the air, stopping to hover before Vadi.
Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd tucks her viola under her neck and begins to play a slow, pulsing melody. In the background, the Drums of the Dead sound in time to the tune.
In a melodious mezzo-soprano, Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd sings, "There is no beauty like Glomdoring's dark! Insidious as whispers on the breeze, and intricate as tendrils in the bark shot deep by twisted vines that choke the trees..."
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
With a rising tempo, Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd sings, "The Forest Without Mercy works its way into the breast, the marrow and the bone, compels the heart, entangled, to obey."
Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd leads the instrumental refrain with a deep, thrumming melody that resonates around the lowest of the viola's glowering tones.
Razenth, Echo of the Wyrd enters into the melody with a shrill note of his violin, high and shrieking. A string of similar chords follow, a fierce and wild counterpoint to the underlying beat.
In a discordant tone, Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd sings, "Until all fickle pride is overgrown like sickly gardens by ferocious weeds of virile root and redolent with flower."
Sonorous and resonant, Razenth, Echo of the Wyrd sings, "Ensnared within the web, each creature feeds the Forest, and becomes part of its power."
Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd moves to circle Vadi, continuing her melody with bow and string.
Razenth, Echo of the Wyrd copies Tacita's movements and takes position upon the other side of Vadi, circling contraiwise to her in time with the music.
Razenth, Echo of the Wyrd sings, "There is no summons like Glomdoring's call..."
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Eyes glowing with fervour, Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd sings, "The ravening of Blood Thirst in the veins, the raucous caws of carrion crows that squall as they descend upon their prey's remains."
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Crow! Mighty Crow! Glorious Crow!"
Brennan Stormcrow grovels pathetically in the dirt.
His voice rising, Razenth, Echo of the Wyrd sings, "Once beckoned to the hunt with barghest's howls, the Murder's outstretched wings blot out the skies and pouring from the Ebon Wyrdling's bowels."
Brennan Stormcrow says, "The beast of Glomdoring was created by Rowena's magics."
Voice rising, Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd sings, "With axe and club, fierce warriors rain demise, their hands not stayed by mercy nor by doubt, fighting to see the dark beauty unfurled."
Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd raises the Baton of the Dark Heart and the shadows thrum in chorus with the Harbingers' song.
As the accompaniment rises to a crescendo, Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd sings, "Dark Spirit's promise kept to the devout..."
Pink eyes gleaming, Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd states, "The Wyrd devouring the heathen world."
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Sunlight billows across the realm, revealing the full glory of the majestic sun's luminous presence as he climbs higher into the sky.
Tacita begins to whisper a haunting melody as numerous glittering shadows being to swarm about her form. She reaches out to place her hand upon Vadi's chest, her brow furrowing as if searching for something.
Razenth begins to whisper a haunting melody as numerous glittering shadows being to swarm about his form. He reaches out to place his hand upon Vadi's chest, his brow furrowing as if searching for something.
Ragniliff nods her head at Xynthin.
Spirit Warden Xynthin An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "We serve the Glomdoring with our lives. Vadi will feed the Glomdoring with the last of his mortal blood, and it will thrive off of his sacrifice. He will be reborn into a new form, a staunch protector imbued with all the powers of this Forest. We of the Ebonguard await his death, that he may rise anew as our Ascendant."
Xynthin nods his head at you.
Ragniliff nods her head at you.
Shadows swirl around Ankastra's arm as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree shifts and turns around her hand.
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
Stepping forward, her wings unfurling slowly, you say, "The Wyrd is something very palpable, something very real. It touches everything and everyone. Permeating the minds of even our enemies, it is at work, drawing the aggregate subconscious to its truth. No one may escape it, for eventually, it will claim all."
You have emoted: Svorai forms a fist above her heart and her oily black wings snap back to her body.
In a cool and solemn tone, you assert, "The perfection of the Basin is inevitable." She pauses, allowing her hand to fall, and says, "Though, as agents of the Wyrd, this perfection must be realised first within ourselves."
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
You have emoted: Svorai casts a sidelong glance at Vadi, before turning again to those gathered.
You say, "The Blacktalon's philosophy is one that is intrinsically connected with that of the whole of Glomdoring: we seek to perfect ourselves -- in every manner -- so that we can best serve the cause of Wyrd."
Shadows swirl around Xynthin's arm as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree shifts and turns around his hand.
Turning to face her husband, you say to Vadi, "Talons of Crow, this is what we require of you; uphold Crow's ways and thereby obtain perfection."
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Crow! Mighty Crow! Glorious Crow!"
Brennan Stormcrow grovels pathetically in the dirt.
A large shadow flits across the edge of your vision for a bare instant, vanishing between the trees.
A biting wind howls throughout Glomdoring Forest, leaving behind cold shivering shadows that whip and howl in the air.
You have emoted: Svorai nods towards Kregarn with a solemn expression and steps backwards, completing a triangle formation with Terqic and Kregarn, as Vadi stands in the centre.
Predator Kregarn Shee-Slaugh, Shaman of the Pack steps forward raising a cudgel towards Vadi stoically.
Predator Kregarn Shee-Slaugh, Shaman of the Pack intones, "Glory be to He that walks with Blood Thirst, for He knows Perfection requires patience eternal. Through self-denial, we learn to starve as He starves, to wait as He waits, to strike as He strikes."
Predator Kregarn Shee-Slaugh, Shaman of the Pack says to Vadi, "Champion of Blood Thirst, your talons are those of Crow. Patiently await your moment, and take what is rightfully yours."
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Crow! Mighty Crow! Glorious Crow!"
Brennan Stormcrow grovels pathetically in the dirt.
Kregarn whispers a string of sibilant syllables, and leaves rustle loudly in answer. He gestures violently at Vadi.
A viciously thorned vine spears out from a nearby branch and lashes tightly around Vadi's right arm.
The bitter cold shadows suddenly fade away.
Predator Kregarn Shee-Slaugh, Shaman of the Pack says, "We embrace the pain of starvation, for nothing matters but Glomdoring."
Your lipreading talent lets you hear that Terqic attempted to say, "Glory be to He that walks with Black Sorrow, for He knows Perfection requires mastery absolute. Through knowing and mastering our suffering, we learn to inflict suffering upon the prey of the Scourge without succumbing to it ourselves."
Your lipreading talent lets you hear that Terqic attempted to say to Vadi, "Master of Black Sorrow, your heart belongs to Crow. Temper your emotion and exploit the weaknesses in others."
Terqic whispers a string of sibilant syllables, and leaves rustle loudly in answer. He gestures violently at Vadi.
A viciously thorned vine spears out from a nearby branch and lashes tightly around Vadi's left leg.
Terqic of the Hemlock intones, "We conquer the turmoil within, for nothing matters but Glomdoring."
Predator Kregarn Shee-Slaugh, Shaman of the Pack intones, "Glory be to He that walks with False Memory, for He knows Perfection requires might supreme. Through writing our own past as He wishes it remembered, we know our future, free of weaknesses."
Predator Kregarn Shee-Slaugh, Shaman of the Pack says to Vadi, "Advocate of False Memory, your path is set by Crow. Realise your strength and do not falter from your course."
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Crow! Mighty Crow! Glorious Crow!"
Brennan Stormcrow grovels pathetically in the dirt.
Kregarn whispers a string of sibilant syllables, and leaves rustle loudly in answer. He gestures violently at Vadi.
A viciously thorned vine spears out from a nearby branch and lashes tightly around Vadi's right leg.
Predator Kregarn Shee-Slaugh, Shaman of the Pack intones, "We reject the delusions of others, for nothing matters but Glomdoring."
Terqic of the Hemlock turns to Vadi once more.
Terqic of the Hemlock intones, "Glory be to He that walks with Dark Spirit, for He knows Perfection requires faith unconditional. Through rejecting all doubt and embracing the beauty of the Wyrd, we are given meaning for our otherwise meaningless existences."
Terqic of the Hemlock says to Vadi, "Disciple of Dark Spirit, your spirit flies with Crow. Know your purpose and remain ever faithful."
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Crow! Mighty Crow! Glorious Crow!"
Brennan Stormcrow grovels pathetically in the dirt.
Terqic whispers a string of sibilant syllables, and leaves rustle loudly in answer. He gestures violently at Vadi.
A viciously thorned vine spears out from a nearby branch and lashes tightly around Vadi's left arm.
Terqic of the Hemlock intones, "We live to serve the Merciless Forest, for nothing matters but Glomdoring."
You have emoted: Svorai nods towards Terqic and Kregarn, a faint smile on her lips.
Raising her hands high above her head, you exclaim, "Hail, Brother Crow, Scourge of the Heart of Darkness! Accept Your servant, Vadi, as he pledges his life to the defense and glory of this forest!"
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Crow! Mighty Crow! Glorious Crow!"
Brennan Stormcrow grovels pathetically in the dirt.
Bursting open, the clouds in the sky release a light pitter-patter of rain.
You interlace your fingers together and raise your locked hands above your head. Screaming out the name of Vadi, you rip your hands apart.
The thorny vines wrapped around Vadi's limbs suddenly tighten and pull in four different directions, drawing him up in the air screaming.
Vadi is instantly killed as his body is ripped into quarters.
You have slain Vadi.
Your karma falls in response to your deeds.
(Coven): You say, "Vadi is DEAD, next target!" <--- olol
Spirit Warden Xynthin An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Be reborn through the power of the Glomdoring."
Xynthin's eyes glow a radiant white as he exhales its pure energies onto Vadi. As the energies wash of his soul, a new body forms, restoring him to life.
Vadi's soul offers Xynthin a look of thanks before merging with his body once more.
The sun reaches the zenith of the firmament, pausing in his quest to allow the land to bask in his shining golden rays.
Vitas smiles softly.
Ragniliff nods solemnly.
Ragniliff Stormcrow says, "Vadi, as you approach the Master Tree, do not forget that as our newest Vernal Ascendant, you are a figure of utmost tenacity. Just as you will surely lead us to victories, you must raise our dark spirits to fight again whenever it is that we may fumble. Remember that you are now a force of the Glomdoring which must inspire it to greater glory. May you serve well and long."
Drawing herself up to her full height, Ragniliff gazes fiercely at Vadi and proudly shouts "F'ai Glomdoring!".
Vadi steps towards the Master Ravenwood Tree and places his hands on it, causing it to creak and groan wildly as he drinks of its shadowy essence. Thrumming power fills the air and pours through his mortal coil, swathing his body in oily shadows. The ethereal, haunting forms of the Great Spirits briefly fill the air around the Master Ravenwood Tree, chief among them Mother Night and Brother Crow, as Vadi is suffused by incredible powers, and rises as a Vernal Ascendant!
A new Ascendant rises! By decree of Dark Regent Ragniliff and with full support of the Shadow Court, let it be known that the Free Alliance of Glomdoring has this day imbued Vadi with the energies of the Master Ravenwood Tree, raising a Vernal Ascendant!
The perception of time momentarily slows to a fraction as Clotho takes up the Tapestry of Fate and studies the weft of the fabric, lengthening and smoothing errant threads. Time rushes forward as the memory fades, yet the understanding unfolds that a myriad paths in Lusternia have opened up before you, some leading to noble deeds and others to dark triumphs.
Vitas applauds Vadi heartily.
Vadi Stormcrow says, "Thank you, everyone. I will continue serving the Wyrd as I have been - and with an even great ferocity and use now."
With a wistful look on his face, Vadi touches the Master Ravenwood Tree.
Tacita smiles softly.
Bowing to her guests, Tacita arranges her tea before her upon the floor. She slowly pours the black tea into individual bowls, delicately whisking the tea until there is a slight foam on top. Spinning and bowing over the bowls in a complex ritual, she finally finishes when a lambent glow infuses the tea. As you sip the glowing tea, the ceremony concludes and you feel the whole experience has enhanced your vivacity.
You see Vadi Stormcrow shout, "Nothing matters but Glomdoring!"
You shout, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"
You see Prince Alacardael, Conduit of Darkness shout, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"
You see Tacita Ysav'rai, Song of the Wyrd shout, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"
You see Spirit Warden Xynthin An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist shout, "Glory be to the Glomdoring."
You see Predator Kregarn Shee-Slaugh, Shaman of the Pack shout, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"
You see Ragniliff Stormcrow shout, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"
You see Shadow Kayaldiyah Llaewell, Wardenhood Initiate shout, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"
You see Secret Agent Ankastra, Sleuth of the Gloaming shout, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"
You see Razenth, Echo of the Wyrd shout, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"
You see Penumbra Celina Ysav'rai, Student of Wisdom shout, "Glory be to Glomdoring."
You see Shadow Warrior Vitas Shee-Slaugh, Eyes of Bloodlust shout, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"
Aerys Tarsuhl shouts, "Yes yes, glory and all that. Now hush."
You see Terqic of the Hemlock shout, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"
With a wistful look on his face, Alacardael touches the Master Ravenwood Tree.
Shadow Warrior Vitas Shee-Slaugh, Eyes of Bloodlust says, "And death to Aerys. Glory to that idea."
Vitas stares pointedly straight ahead and draws a finger across his throat threateningly.
Kayaldiyah grins mischievously at Vitas.
With a look of intense concentration, Kregarn parts his mouth slightly, using his tongue to pry bits of carrion from between his teeth.
Vitas purses his lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as he carefully gathers his thoughts.
Penumbra Celina Ysav'rai, Student of Wisdom says, "Good work and all that touchy feely crap."
Celina marches off to the down to the tune of a martial cadence, a blood-red haze lingering nearby.
A dark nighthag says, "Walk in darkness."
An illithoid scourge says, "Dark blessings, forest dweller."
A dark nighthag inclines her head slightly as Celina leaves.
<< And that was basically that! Woo! >>
Xenthos2012-03-25 02:18:15
How has nobody ever typo'd that third-party message for BoL? :o
/me typos.
/me typos.
Unknown2012-03-25 02:47:44
You need to ask the Admins for something like...a response disabler for Brennan. Or a mute or something like that. :P
Xenthos2012-03-25 02:48:33
He was just getting in the mood.
Svorai2012-03-25 03:03:24
We love Brennan. Or... I love Brennan. I especially loved the bit where he got angry at Alacardael :3
I didn't know that the Council disappeared if you went and killed the baby not on a new moon.
And anyway, if people removed their crow cloaks, he wouldn't pay attention. Obviously, we have a lot of BT wannabes in our midst!
I didn't know that the Council disappeared if you went and killed the baby not on a new moon.
And anyway, if people removed their crow cloaks, he wouldn't pay attention. Obviously, we have a lot of BT wannabes in our midst!
Malicia2012-03-25 04:09:37
Congratulations, Vadi. :)
Very late edit: Watching that crying baby attempt to flee several times before being killed was mildly disturbing! Still, great log. Reminded me of my own ascension ceremony. : )
Very late edit: Watching that crying baby attempt to flee several times before being killed was mildly disturbing! Still, great log. Reminded me of my own ascension ceremony. : )
Unknown2012-03-25 07:00:58
Yay for having enough people for a LongNight. That's like...the second time I've ever seen it happen.
(damn you brennan)
(damn you brennan)
Qojin2012-03-25 07:39:37
Good thing Brennan was there to remind you about the crow. You might've forgotten otherwise!
Congratulations!
Congratulations!
Unknown2012-03-25 08:47:08
Oh, hey. Finally!
Nice one, mate.
Nice one, mate.
Unknown2012-03-25 15:03:29
Discussing this log with someone who was there, I said that the baby being dropped amused me.
Someone tells you, "//indeed. I thought it was his actual baby, and I thought he killed it cause it was being too distracting. I was like "WTF" then I realized it was part of the ritual."
Someone tells you, "//indeed. I thought it was his actual baby, and I thought he killed it cause it was being too distracting. I was like "WTF" then I realized it was part of the ritual."
Talan2012-03-25 15:13:46
Congratulations Vadi! Well done Glomdoritos, this was a nice log.
Diamondais2012-03-25 18:30:39
I keep saying it's time for Uncle Brennan to retire in a nice nest far away from the Master Ravenwood. There are plenty of other Stormcrows who are younger and less shouty who could take the job.
Siam2012-03-26 14:45:40
Yay, Vadi!
Jack2012-03-26 16:02:02
diamondais:
I keep saying it's time for Uncle Brennan to retire in a nice nest far away from the Master Ravenwood. There are plenty of other Stormcrows who are younger and less shouty who could take the job.
See, it's kinda like working in retail. Even though an ape would work adequately in the position, the interviews invariably go in the favour of the dude with the most practical experience - and Brennan's got 400+ years of it.
EDIT: also good job Vadi + awesome log you Glomdoritos
Zilias2012-03-27 15:22:54
Congrats Vadi! Sorry I couldn't be around :(
