Testimonies Given, Judgments Prepared

A conch lies within the woods.

The conch shell upon Avechna’s Peak echoed for many months with the words that mortals spoke in testimony. One by one they came, recounting memories, stories, hopes and regrets. Some cursed the name of the Goddess Li-varili, relaying the losses they and Lusternia at large had so suffered in past years: the storms and rage…

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The Conch Shell and the Gods’ Decree

An ancient oak tree, its branches almost stretching to the ground

In the middle of Dvarsh, the heavens opened without warning to the voices of the Gods. The time had come, They announced, to determine the Elder Goddess Li-varili’s fate once and for all. Remembering well Her time when She first walked the Basin of Life masked, hidden from Their perceptions, They recognized that the mortals…

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A Revelation, A Maze, A Ritual: The Return of the Silver Goddess

Mist rising over the woods.

“Nehvi na’reaim yaeklas…” Caught in a flurry of snow, Serenwilde’s festivities drew to an end as a new year and moon both turned. Alongside Nehvi, a carefree elfen lady recently returned to the commune, the shelterfolk gathered to observe Fair Galaphyrae conduct a wintry Sower rite and listen to poetry recited by Spirit-Touched Keyne, drawing…

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Gaudiguch Gossip Special Edition – Corruption and Kouseki in Gaudiguch

The Great Pyramid of Gaudiguch

It was any other day in Gaudiguch when the unexpected happened – the Freedom Council authorised mass destruction within the City of Freedom. Interviewing eyewitnesses, the explosion happened far beneath the city after a riot was started over the city’s shortage of kouseki powder. While kouseki powder is not generally in high demand beyond the…

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From the Gaudiguch Gossip – An Advertisement on Page Three

A sarkipose, a fleshy creature from the Vortex

Do you enjoy mucus, flesh, and ancient Illuminati experiments? Do your children ceaselessly bother you for a pet of some sort? Do you have an overabundance of coin, time, and energy to rear and raise new life? Well, you are in luck. The newly formed Vortex Preservation Society has made available a brand new invention…

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The Haunting Has Begun

Two porcelain ghosts and a pumpkin, one stands on top of it and one next to it.

Once again, Atropos, the Eldest of the Fates, has broken her shears! This means that the Haunting is upon us and when anything dies, there is a chance its ghost will not find its way to the Portal of Fate. If you find one of these poor lost souls, you can capture it if you…

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Healing the Tar Pit Wastes

A blazing bonfire in the depth of the night

It began with a simple correspondence. Over a decade past, Sprout Thornleaf had come to the Sowers of the Last Seed where they then remained, separated by choice from their cousin in the Tar Pits. This letter was the first they had received from him in some time, and it contained news. Some very interesting…

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The Menestrean Wayfaire

The outside of a circus tent illuminated at night.

As they do for every Festival of the Creatrix, Jal Czigany and his troop of performers returned to offer their entertainment for Lusternia. However, something was different this time: Long named after Jal Czigany, the Wayfaire has seen a re-dedication, renamed the Menestrean Wayfaire, in honour of the Vernal Goddess Menestre of the Laughing Heart.…

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Anniversary Slippers Results

A pair of red high heeled shoes sits upon the floor.

As Luck, the Luxurious chicken once more attempted to dissuade her fellow chickens in the Revolution from making use of her prize possesion, the Heel of the Creatrix, adventurers from around the Basin once more stepped forward in an effort to wrest the artefact from the grasp of the nefarious Henmother in a game of…

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Anniversary Chicken Hunt Results

An image of five hens in a run, by William Moreland.

Soon after the start of the Festival of the Creatrix, Cluck, the Revolutionary Chicken re-emerges to declare a repeat Revolution of the chickens upon Lusternia. Thousands upon thousands of chickens fluttered their way into the Basin of Life, cluttering the roadways, waterways, mountains, forests, and villages with their fluffy forms in an effort to set…

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Grub for the Sous Chef

A kitchen table with a spicy stew upon it.

It was a bright Avechary morning when Mwami Honeypunch stepped out onto the Alabaster Road, her mind set on one thing: Food. Making her way to the Aetherplex, she was perplexed by the absolute flood of foods available. A platter of poutine? A bowl of creamy lobster soup, perhaps? All of these things caught her…

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Ascension of Malayn

The Peak of Mount Avechna at sunrise

The first to hold the staff was Kalas Ruiku, picking it up swift as the wind from the Astrosphere of Pisces. He brought it to Kalas Malarious of Magnagora who had the support of the combined powers of Gaudiguch, Magnagora, and Serenwilde. Knowing well that the Almighty’s power has manifested upon Capricorn, Malarious rushed there…

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Challenge of Beauty

A clearing at night with lanterns on the ground

The theme “Wake” brought to mind all manner of imagery for the designers of the Basin, who brought their creativity and ingenuity to the Trial of Beauty. Some focused upon the events of Li-varili and the awakened Sea Spirit, while others focused on the events of years gone by, while still others took the theme…

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Challenge of Harmony

A peaceful zen garden with bamboo and stones in a pile.

Juliary saw the adventurers of Lusternia fan out over the Prime Material Plane, called to the Challenge of Harmony to influence the hearts and minds of the denizens across the land. Lysandus of Magnagora was the first to convince many to support his cause, but quickly, Ilthilior from his same city overtook him, maintaining the…

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Challenge of Life

An elfen woman sits upon a tree branch.

In the middle of Klangiary did Avechna’s mighty voice shake the firmament, marking the beginning of the Seal of Life. Denizens throughout the Basin of Life found themselves succumbing to a mysterious plague as the Domotheos of Life warbled, and only the intervention of adventurers might see it stable again. Though the plague seemed resistant…

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Challenge of War

An army marches forward in black and white, the front few soldiers clear in their platemail, the rearguard naught but silhouettes.

The Trial of War met the early days of Dioni, finding only four teams willing to brave the Avenger’s promised tourney. Though much more traditional than the last occurrence of the Ascension Trials, the bouts proved no less intimidating, skilful, or entertaining for the fact. The Hallifaxian team (consisting of Calioliahali, Fillirriqili, and Qillilitli) and…

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Challenge of Justice

An empty space with white columns

Thirteen challengers gathered in the Cave of Justice to declare their desire to participate in the Challenge of Justice. The debates that ensued were well-researched and passionate, and rarely short. Shango D’Cente rose in the rankings quickly, winning the debate with almost every opponent he faced. His only loss was to Kalas Ruiku but he…

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A Lost Friend

Cavern with a lake

A psionic bleed of emotions overflowed into the minds of users of telepathy and those of the kepheran race: glimpses of a worker going about her chores, tinged with an overwhelming feeling of loss and fear. The visions culminated in the location of Sahma, a young kephera from the Neferti Fungus Gardens, whose tears flowed…

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The Binding of the Lady of the Lagoons

Underwater, close to the surface.

The only ingredient that Li-varili still needed for Her Curse was a broken song. She summoned to Her side Her loyal nereids Oinone, Iaira, and Klaia, who had all helped Her Bloodtide Coven perform this ritual, then coldly asked for Her mortals to determine which nereid should be sacrificed to complete the curse. Each nereid…

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Before the Mirror of Distorted Visions

A mirror in an ornate frame against a black background, within the mirror a skull made of smoke lingers.

In the wake of Kibirio’s death, Captain Teyitha Contelli was understandably devastated. She mourned, she raged, she drank. Eventually, her drunken cries rang through the Basin of Life, attracting many concerned people to Triple Junction Inn. They watched with alarm as the taurian pirate downed drink after drink, crying out about Li-varili’s inevitable betrayal —…

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