Outside the mouth of the harbour.
There is but a light breeze blowing. The largest of ships visiting New Celest are anchored here outside the city walls. Smaller vessels are parked here, perhaps waiting for an available slip, perhaps trying to avoid having to pay for one. Traffic moves slowly and orderly, in and out of the harbour, between the two stone towers on either side. The shriek of a hundred sea birds echoes overhead sharply from the waves below. Razor-sharp clumps of seaweed sway under their own power, their meaty fronds reaching out like so many spindly fingers. A watchful gaze set into his insectoid features, a Zetetic of the Tahtetso stands here, holding guard. Mounted upon a celestial steed, a cavalier of the Light attentively watches his surroundings. Standing proudly with his tahto staff upright against the ground, a Kusala of the Tahtetso is here, his compound eyes glittering. With a watchful eye, a warrior of the Light stands here attentively. Floating just above the ground, an archon of Eternal Light radiates power.
You see exits leading east and west.

STUPID SEAWEED
Thick fronds form the bulk of this plant, its blood red leaves hanging from bulbous purple stalks. Though the leaves seem to wave under their own power, their razor-sharp edges bear remnants of previous meals, dried blood caked and scraps of flesh remain on the serrated blades. At any detected movement, the fronds reach towards the source, the red leaves almost forming a mouth-like shape as they attempt to devour any foolish creature within range. The base of the plant is formed from purple roots, resembling veins as they pulsate and suck the life from the surrounding land.
It weighs about 62 pounds.
It has the following aliases: seaweed, clump, kelp.

You narrow your eyes at a blood red clump of razor-sharp seaweed, canting your head and peering at it suspiciously.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to a blood red clump of razor-sharp seaweed, "Go away..."

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "Please..."

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

Great waves crash over one another as they pour in from the west, finally swirling together before solidifying into Tridemon.

You reach out, pulling Tridemon into a tight embrace.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "You're back!"

Tridemon reaches over and ruffles your hair with a fond expression.

In an airy, melodic voice, you ask, "Did you see seaweed?"

You narrow your eyes at a blood red clump of razor-sharp seaweed, canting your head and peering at it suspiciously.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Is everywheres."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Mmhmm. In the undersea, too."

In an airy, melodic voice, you ask Tridemon, "Is the Thalassoses a bottled up oceans?"

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "And the sea of despairs, yes."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "All of thems have had lights."

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Esei pats you in a friendly manner.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "The Thalassos isn't a bottled up ocean. It's unawakened Ocean."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "...unawakened."

In an airy, melodic voice, you ask, "And there are ... how many?"

In an airy, melodic voice, you ask, "Someone said there was a new one discovered...?"

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "Two, at least."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "I only know of three- the original, here in the city, one in the sea of Despair, and one in the Undersea of Keph."

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

Esei caresses a phantasmal shroud of shadows gently.

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "Oh... so there are three..."

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

In an airy, melodic voice, you ask, "They did not spread to rivers, still?"

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "... Why would they? I'm pretty sure there's a River spirit, isn't there?"

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "After a fashion. She is deeply tied to Ackleberry, which is lost to us."

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "And the Illwater won't get one. That's a lake."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "It likes salty water..."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Are ... there other bodies of salty water...sea water..."

You have emoted: Gurashi stares off dreamily.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Bondero Bay, I suppose."

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "But that's mostly just an extension of the Inner Sea."

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Hmm..."

In an airy, melodic voice, you murmur, "Uneasy..."

You have emoted: Gurashi gazes down at the seaweed but doesn't dare touch it, crossing their arms over their chest.

(Celest): Falaine says, "Good morning, New Celest. Is all well?"
(Celest): Gyorn (from the Astral Plane) says, "Yep."
(Celest): You say, "Unchanged, so as good as can be? Hello! Good morning."
(Celest): Gyorn (from the Astral Plane) says, "Hi Falaine."

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

You close your eyes and inhale deeply, absorbing the scent of your surroundings.

Caught in a sudden bout of whimsy, you twirl about the room in idle circles.

You narrow your eyes at a blood red clump of razor-sharp seaweed, canting your head and peering at it suspiciously.

"Shoo! Shoo!" you say to a blood red clump of razor-sharp seaweed as you wave it away.

Esei smiles wryly at you.

In a sing-song voice, you say, "Gooooo a-way! You seeeaa-weeeed!"

You have emoted: Gurashi sways this way and that, their limbs appearing limp as they do so: an impressionistic dance of seaweed, perhaps.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Retuuuurn to the seeeea."

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "...mayhaps there's something on Rhizoda?"

In an airy, melodic voice, you sing, "Retuuuuuuuuuuuurn to the seeeeeeeeeeea!"

<-- Yilan TP'd to me!
You see the following people here:
Tridemon, Yilan, Esei, Gurashi.

Yilan gives the world a smart salute.

The corners of Yilan's mouth turn up as they grin mischievously.

Pale gold in hue, the wreath about your brow shimmers in a steady pattern, like unto a heartbeat in its gentle pulsation, crowning you in a flickering halo before settling still once more.

You choke back a laugh as Tridemon releases a painfully accurate kick to a blood red clump of razor-sharp seaweed's shin in retribution for its behaviour.

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk thinks to themself: "Justice is the absence of mercy. What is due is to be given, whether boon or retribution. Ever just is the Night in Her indistinguishable darkness."

Singing and twirling in place, you say to a blood red clump of razor-sharp seaweed, "Beeeee-gooonnneee back to seeeaaaa~."

In an airy, melodic voice, you exclaim, "He~llo~!"

LOOKIT ME
They are a feathered trill kindly demigod changeling. Downy plumes of vibrant orange cascade in a tumble around their head, the cluster of feathers stopping just short of their shoulders and moving at the slightest breeze. A cluster of snow-white feathers grow near their right temple. A natural mask of downy black feathers have sprouted around their eyes, covering the upper portion of their face and fading in with the colorful orange feathers at the hairline and temples. A moderately-sized, crescent-shaped scar mars their right cheek, pink where it would otherwise be black. A hint of discolored flesh can be seen at the center of their sternum, mostly obscured by their clothing. Two tufts of feathers gather where their ears would normally be, adorned by long, curling feathers that react to their mood. Their eyes are wide and inquisitive, a stunning gray that looks almost blue against the bright orange and striking black feathers. They stand just shy of six foot even, with a thin, willowy build, their skin sandy and smooth. Hanging half-limp behind them are a pair of great apricot-colored wings, the covert feathers nearest to their back the same ebony-violet as the feathers that cover their brow and cheekbones. Their wings are sleek and shiny, evidence of recent grooming efforts. A shifting pearlescence graces their skin as they walk with the truefavour of Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves.
They are wearing:
a starry wreath of celestial light set atop their head like a halo
a circlet of crystal thorns resting loosely atop their head
a vivid red-orange poppy tucked lovingly behind their left ear
the Mantle of Starlight which flows dreamily about their shoulders and back
a breezy blue cotton tunic which hangs flatteringly from their form
mercurial Mysraian prayer beads pulled taut against their right wrist
a Glomdoring friendship bracelet which jingles softly on their left wrist
minty citrus incense beads pulled taut against their right wrist
a shifting, living poppy of teal-coloured petals worn delicately upon their left wrist
a driftwood ring of sea breezes fitted tightly to their left middle finger
simple white linen trousers which swish around their legs freely
Refined Boots of the Paladin, worn and weathered from use.

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "So... the seaweed. Looks sharp."

LOOKIT YILAN
They are a crystalline prismatic lucidian timeless demigod changeling. with gently-lidded eyes in a delicate, crystalline countenance. Irises of piercing electric blue claim pride of place as their most remarkable feature, accented by a hazy border of dusty-red crystal. Above, a feather-like crest of rose quartz wisps past Yilan's straight, arched brows. Their crystalline form is primarily composed of blush-pink crystal, tiny inclusions of glassy, prismatic gemstones tracing along their shoulders and down their back.
They are wearing:
a pair of thin spectacles, perched on the tip of their nose
an imposter cloudberry brooch, formed of translucent red and pale yellow diamond
a translucent ruby ring of intricately etched winds, glittering with a claret shine
a plain golden band, cradled flush against a ruby ring
a sugar stud through their left eyebrow, a faint glimmer visible between the plumes of their crest
a tight, crimson-flecked tunic, sewn from black silk
a sable scarf with aureate geometries, knotted into an elaborate pattern at their hip
rubescent clockwork field plate, polished to a claret shine.
Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "Hi!"
Esei inclines their head politely to Yilan.

LOOKIT TRIDEMON
He is a crystalline lucidian tidebourne demigod and his body is a strange combination of colours. Most of him is a deep violet colour, while his left arm is a combination of oceanic shades of deep blues and greens, shifting in a rhythmic, tidally slow dance, with ridges running from his wrist to elbow in a pattern resembling swirling, stylised waves. In addition, it appears that his fingers of his left hand, including his thumb, have an extra joint, tapering off to sharp- but not narrow- points. His right hand is far more mundane, aside from a scar of deep red and blue that encircles his entire ring finger. He doesn't have hair so much as sculpted spikes of crystal, flaring back along his skull almost like plumage. Much of his body is crossed by pale lines of discolored crystal, like scars, glittering opaline white with flecks of fiery rainbow color throughout, with a somewhat larger scar running vertically along his face from his chin to his forehead. He also presents an odd form of heterochromia in his eyes, with his right eye being a completely featureless orb of colorless crystal, while his left eye is broken up into three jagged sections, each approximately a third of the visible surface of his eye, showing amber, emerald, and opal segments, with pupils occupying both the emerald and amber. Tattooed on his hands is an illustration of spiralling words of power. A shifting pearlescence graces his skin as he walks with the truefavour of Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves.
Resembling an entity from the cosmic planes, his head is wreathed in undulating strands of shimmering cosmic fire. Attuned to his moods, the chromatic waves are in constant flux, from rising up in a halo of incandescent anger to streaming back in ripples of pleasure.
He is wearing:
an Elemental Cloak
a pearlescent aspergillum
a circlet of smooth stones slowly rotating around his head in a pattern as steady as the tides
a resonating lens of cascading patterns
A Silk Mask of Amusement
a resplendent amberlight blossom
the Mantle of Starlight
Thalassic Prayer Beads of the Sculptor of Waves wrapped around his left forearm, partially fused with the flesh there
a pair of thin spectacles worn slightly too low on his face to actually cover the entirety of his eyes
a symbol of Carakhan
a Celestian friendship bracelet
a ring of calming hues
a parafilament saddlebag
a silver necklace set with star sapphires
a delicate violet chrysanthemum brooch
bright white robes of platinum waves
a dark pearl pocket watch with a clover charm
Urlach's Black Gauntlet
a Brooch of the Elements
an elegant crimson briefcase
an amethyst crown representing the wine-dark sea
a weathered pair of travelling boots
a Runed Crown of Divine Light
a mark of Carakhan
an elegant knot of crystalline filaments
a suspiciously mundane wallet
a delicate white ring.

LOOKIT ESEI
Pale porcelain skin covered in freckles, they are a graceful elfen wyrden demigod changeling. Their maroon hair hangs just past their shoulders, pulled into a loose braid that swings between their shoulder blades; curtain bangs loosely frame their face, shifting and falling to cover their visage at any moment. Sloe-dark eyes are set in an aristocratic face that belies neither femininity nor masculinity, solemn and oft expressionless. Their ears are long and slender, decorated with freckles and minute, silvery scars. Their build is akin to that of a dancer's, lithe and willowy, while their hands are an artist's, slender and elegant. Each finger is tipped with a black claw, while their palms are lightly scarred and calloused. They stand at six and six inches tall exactly, with broader shoulders than one might initially anticipate. Tattooed on their chest is an illustration of a cadaverous ribcage overgrown with ravishing black roses. Shadows cling adoringly to them, reluctant to surrender their grasp on one with the truefavour of Nocht, the Silent.
They are wearing:
an intricate, structured ensemble of dusk
a phantasmal shroud of shadows worn loosely around their shoulders
Ebon Prayer Beads of the Silent Lord wrapped around one wrist
a circlet of the Shee-Slaugh house delicately placed against their temple
a wedding armband of eternal night resting on their left bicep
a silvered leather scabbard tied loosely at their right hip
the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree attached to their left forefinger.
<-- and then... you know a whole lot of people showed up later so I didn't get many descs aside from Divine ones after this LOL

Yilan's mouth turns up as their face breaks into a smile.

Carried upon a gentle breeze, the mingling scents of brine and seaweed tickle at your senses. <-- greeeeeeeeeen

Esei closes their eyes and inhales deeply, absorbing the scent of their surroundings.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Please do not touch the seaweed... ah!"

Yilan snuffles softly.

You have emoted: Gurashi's nose wriggles, and they lifts their head, curious, no longer singing at the plantlife.

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "Why are the fronds meaty?"

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "Because they drink blood. Please - do not touch them."

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "...better not ask, I do not think we want an answer."

You look at Yilan hopefully.

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "That smell..."

You wrinkle your nose in distaste.

Yilan's eyes widen in concern.

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "Oh. Yeah, no thank you."

(Celest): You say, "Something strange on the wind, to-day."

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "Smells of the sea, does it not?"

With every inhalation, the sensation of standing upon the shore of a vast sea builds until the salty breeze is overpowering enough to make you certain you can hear the lapping of the waves too.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "There is a difference."

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Subtle but... when live next to it..."

You sniffle softly.

You murmur softly to yourself.

Esei's nostrils flare for just a moment, and then they frown thoughtfully.

You glance askance.

(Celest): Falaine says, "I am.. standing in the sea, but it does seem like odd weather or somesuch."

Golden shades radiate from your chest and your heart beats faster with newly-appeared determination.

An overpoweringly strong female voice shouts, "The she'nasim rise!"

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "...Evoker Gael feels it too."

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "And he is in the Glomdoring."

(Celest): Gyorn says, "I felt it on the astral plane."

It takes a moment for the smell to release your senses from its intoxicating grip and for the silence to register. Everything has stilled - flora, fauna, even the weather itself; nature waits with bated breath...

You have emoted: Gurashi moves to stand closer to their friends, tucking away their lute and bringing forth a wooden training katana.

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter whispers, "What is the she'nasim."

(Celest): Falaine says, "The.. What are she'nasim?"

You begin to wield a wooden training katana in your hands.

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "Sounds fae, I think."
<-- Gael TP in

(Celest): Gyorn says, "We'll see."

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Sounds like a name for a species of fae."

You have emoted: Gurashi's plumage quivers, and they narrow their eyes as they hold their sword in their hands, watching, waiting.

Esei creases their brow in a frown.

(Celest): You say, "We've gathered at the harbor, a small cluster of us. But it seems to be felts as far as the Glomdoring!"

Falaine arrives from the east.

Shifting his attention towards Esei, Gael's good ear twitches faintly.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Falaine.

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "Hello, everyone."

Falaine gives you a respectful salute.

Esei nods their head at Tridemon.

(Celest): Gyorn says, "Right, felt it on the astral plane."
(Celest): You say, "Oh - right, that is pretty far."

You have emoted: Gurashi's wings flap, and they move to stand near to everyone protectively, bouncing about anxiously. "Do not like it."

Tridemon runs his fingers over a dazzling white staff crowned by a platinum pearl. "Perhaps... they are an attempt to displace the kelpies? ... I hope not."

Yilan salutes in greeting to everyone.

You look at Tridemon, expression filled with concern as you frown.

You flap your wings excitedly at Yilan, gusting the air about them.

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "Perhaps we should go check?"

In a low murmur, Umbral Evoker Gael, Wyrden Idolator asks Esei, "Has the seaweed been...calm again this month?"

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "You've all arrived in the perfect times."

You nod your head emphatically.

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Cackling resounds from the firmament as the figure of Li-varili descends upon the Inner Sea in a dark whirlpool, Her unruly curls wreathing Her form in a crimson halo.

You narrow your eyes to thin slits.

You look at Qillilitli, expression filled with concern as you frown.

Tridemon turns towards the east and steps forward, instantly collapsing into a torrent of water that rushes outwards with a thunderous crash of water.

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

Calioliahali tells you, "Come to the trident reef."

You make a beckoning motion to no-one in particular.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "We're going."

Just as softly, Umbral Evoker Gael, Wyrden Idolator says, "...oh that's not good."

Reaching out with your mind, you grasp the harmonic song of the domothean energies as you seek Calioliahali.

Esei nods their head at you.

Falaine lets out her breath in a quiet hiss, her face hardening.

(Celest): You say, "To us - there is something happening at the reef."

<-- NYOOM
The Inner Sea.
There is a moderate breeze here. The ocean swells and rises, sometimes cresting with white foam. Rife with seaweed and plant life, the salty waters are crystal blue, a sparkling azure landscape that stretches out as far as the eye can see. Though the waters are relatively warm, a dangerous undertow can be felt lurking beneath the surface. The almost hypnotic rise and fall of the ocean is broken only by the occasional seagull cawing to its mates, or by the splash of a fish arcing out of the waters. Emerging from the sea's depths in brilliant colours, a monstrous reef of trident coral offers refuge for even the largest of creatures amongst its branching plates. Ghwer, the calar battle bear, sits here like a person, avidly watching his surroundings and filling the air with superfluous vocalisms. A leopard lurks in the shadows, curiously watching anything that moves. Nothing more than a puffball with cerulean eyes, a seal lynx point ragdoll kitten lies here lounging languidly. Fanning out an impressive frill of silky orange lily petals, a spore-laden vinestalker twitches curling fiddlehead fronds here. With a jaded indifference, a glorious white swan graced with glistening wings of icy azure glides through the air here. A low, protective growl escaping his muzzle, a ruddy Nyalian mastiff sporting bronze platemail etched with sigils awaits instructions from his companion. Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons floats here upon a swirl of blue water, Her wild red curls tangled like seaweeds. She wields a salt-kissed whip of lashing waters in Her left hand. Calioliahali Skydrifter looms here, lingering with an unsettling aura of strict severity. She wields a titanic greatsword of silvery swirls with both hands. Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters with an Unknown face lingers nearby, the air about him singing with the rush of the ocean. He wields a dazzling white staff crowned by a platinum pearl in his left hand. Clad in matte black leather, a golden-eyed savage lingers here like a living shadow. Mmellialleh Skydrifter floats here, enchanting notes weaving ceaselessly about her form. She wields a circular shield of crystalline foliage in her right hand. Orbiting around her head are several spinning crystals. Axiom Yilan Skydrifter is here, wreathed in a flickering mandala of silvery light. They wield a pearlescent spatula in their left hand and a silvery-pink shield of white rabbits in their right hand. Caliph Eritheyl Ryseni, the Dissident is here, an ambrosial aura of hunger and indulgence radiating in waves about him. He wields a fiery basalt staff in his left hand. Umbral Evoker Gael, Wyrden Idolator is here. He wields an octave mandolin of wyrden flora in his right hand. Divine radiance limns the figure of a holy champion who stands guard here, travailing against the ongoings of injustice. Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk floats here, suffusing the air with the sickly-sweet scent of blackthorn blossoms. They wield a lissom blooming blackthorn staff in their left hand.

You see the following people here:
Li-varili, Calioliahali, Tridemon, Xenthos, Mmellialleh, Yilan, Gael, Falaine, Esei, Eritheyl, Gurashi.

LOOKIT THAT REEF
Having breached the surface, this colossal reef of trident coral is almost impossible to imagine: from bottom to top, it spans many leagues, its sheer size a breathtaking spectacle of nature's creative impulse at work. Its many arms and branches jointed: each joint erupting into three separate prongs that then erupt in their own armatures, creating a cavework of corallite worthy of any explorer. Some of these hardened tendrils have become platforms themselves, wide and expansive plates that offer a place of rest for many seagulls and other maritime birds, perhaps even the weight of two-legged figures with their thick encrustation. What is truly noteworthy is the color of the coral; not just purple, blue, or green, but something even more magnificent, a sense of hue and saturation that is truly divine.

LOOKIT LI-VARILI
With smooth and supple skin the turquoise-green shade of lagoon waters, She is a radiant immortal and shines with a glaucous lustre that illumines the barely visible traces of faint, white scars that mark Her body. Framed by long-lashes, Her vast turquoise eyes churn with emotion, reflecting a haunting intensity that glints with an almost feral ferocity. Dewdrops sparkle on Her white eyelashes and the rest of Her sharp facial features, as well as Her wet red lips, their glistening hue the striking colour of a bromeliad's petals. Sapphirine scales adorn Her webbed hands and arms, while Her pink nails each resemble a spike of sharp coral. Her wild hair tumbles down Her back in a curtain of damp, unruly red curls resembling tangled fronds of seaweed, kelp and cattail reeds.
She is wearing:
a dewy half mask scaled in rippling turquoise shrouding Her face from view
sanguine robes of woven fireweed blossoms that flutter behind Her in a glorious train
a striking red bromeliad tucked behind Her ear
an eye of the lagoon necklace covetously wound about Her throat
an eldritch nautical compass danging about Her neck, gleaming with latent power
a black storm ring glistening on Her finger with watery jewels.

Calfuray bows respectfully to Li-varili.

Ashnezharr bows respectfully to Li-varili.

Evette inclines her head politely to those around her.

With a flourish of their arm, Yilan bows deeply.

A she'nasim nereid bows respectfully to Li-varili.

Li-varili's light up with a cruel light.

You blink.

Me frantically trying to probe the nereids only to discover HEY THAT'S A STOLE
You see the following people here:
Tridemon, Gael, Qistrel, Evette, Qillilitli, Calfuray, Li-varili, Eritheyl, Ashnezharr, Yilan, Mmellialleh, Calioliahali, Uzriel, Xenthos, Falaine, Esei, Zagreus, Gyorn, Gurashi.

A she'nasim nereid bows respectfully to Li-varili.

A she'nasim nereid says, "The she'nasim rise!"

A velvety indigo mist roils through your surroundings, carrying a soft, intoxicating scent as Drocilla, the Enchantress steps out of the fog over Magnagora's docklands. Hands gathered in front of Her, She lingers over the city impassive while dark shadows undulate about Her form.

Umbral Evoker Gael, Wyrden Idolator thinks to himself: ...she'nasim?

In a soft Rockholmian brogue, A she'nasim nereid says, "Glory be to the Lady!"

A mad gleam to Her turquoise eyes, Li-varili inhales deeply of the salty breeze mingled with the smell of decaying plant life. Standing upon one of the platforms, high over the waters, She has the entire Inner Sea within Her reach.

You see Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons shout, "It is time, My daughter! You will be only Mine!"

The heads of a blood-streaked sable hydra with hissing wings of tenebrous black flame look about in several directions, forked tongues flicking out to taste the air.

You have emoted: Gurashi narrows their eyes as they watch near their gathered allies, ears flat atop their head.

The sparkling azure of the sea's expanse darkens around the enormous coral spire as something shifts deep in the waters.

Crimson bromeliads emerge out of the waters, one by one peeking from beneath the Inner Sea.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters thinks to himself: She wants to awaken Ocean. ... This isn't going to work right...

As the striking blooms surround the reef, they rise into the air to reveal wild crimson hair and cruel eyes. One by one, she'nasim nereids emerge from the waters, as dangerous as they are beguiling.

You think to yourself: anxiously watching, uncertain how to proceed - it seems like Cali was right, seeing the Magnagorans gathered at the Fulcrux - something more is happening, here.

Xenthos lifts up a wizzer image box and points it at a she'nasim nereid, pulling a lever on the side of the contraption. It begins to click and whirr, and a bulb rises up from the contraption. With a bright flash, you find yourself blinded momentarily. As your vision recovers, you notice a piece of paper floating into Xenthos's hands from the machine.

Li-varili plucks a bromeliad blossom from Her robes and casts it disdainfully into the waters where the closest she'nasim nereids struggle for the sign of Her favour. "The blood tide must surge over the seas if any foolish Elder would seek to oppose Me," She croons to the nereids who listen enraptured, "Be vigilant."

LOOKIT NEREID
Her lithe form wreathed in a stole of tangled red kelp, a she'nasim nereid is the very picture of undersea beauty: as dangerous and turbulent as she is beguiling. A haunting melody leaves her blood-red lips as she sings, eerie and unsettling as she flashes a fanged smile and beckons with sharp fingers. Like most of her kind, the nereid possesses the upper torso of a humanoid woman, while her waist tapers into a piscine tail; however, that tail is scissored in two, gifting her with peculiar legs that taper into delicate webbed feet. Salt-kissed teardrops sparkle upon her sanguine skin, light in shade beside the darkening purple of her translucent, ichthyic scales. Floating about her in a crimson halo, her wild hair is adorned with exotic bromeliad blossoms, eye-catching in their vibrant colour.
A she'nasim nereid looks to be crushingly strong.
She weighs about 80 pounds.
She has a mild weakness to cutting damage.
She has a mild resistance to magic damage.
She has a mild weakness to cold damage.
She has a moderate resistance to asphyxiation damage.
She has a slight weakness to electrical damage.
She has a slight resistance to poison damage.
She has a moderate resistance to psychic damage.
She has a slight weakness to divinus damage.
You cannot see what a she'nasim nereid is holding.
It has the following aliases: nereid, she'nasim.

You think to yourself: Blood tide?

You glance askance at Tridemon.

The coppery scent of blood fills the air as the nereids turn to swim around the reef and a haunting melody spills from their blood-red lips.

You see Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons shout, "Come to Me, wicked creations! Blooredi may have made you but I rule your hearts now! Answer My call!"

Li-varili cracks the salt-kissed whip of lashing waters against the coral platform.

An enormous dark shadow moves underneath you creating a wave that sends you far off course. Another one follows, and another, until the sea is roiling with tempestuous waves as massive beings disturb its currents.

A she'nasim nereid says, "The she'nasim rise!"

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

An impish grin creeps over a she'nasim nereid's face as its eyes light up with mischief.

The sea breaks in half as the gargantuan form of Uskashyth, the Great Worm breaks its surface. It shoots upright towards the sky - a behemoth to match the size of the monstrous reef itself - as water sprays everywhere, drowning and suffocating.

You blanch suddenly.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters thinks to himself: Enslavement and domination. How appropriate.

You think to yourself: .....big ... Worm...

Cackling as the shower breaks over Her form, Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons says, "He thought He made sentries to keep Me restrained, but He made Me an army!"

(Market): Chef Gioia Shucks says, "I've just arrived in Lyraa Ey Rielys! Will I be able to find some fine food here, I wonder?"

The Great Worm lingers above water for but a moment, the strength used to propel it upwards the only force holding such a colossal being upright and cresting the sea...

(OOC Clan): Evette says, "Not now Gioia."
(OOC Clan): You say, "Right??"

Then it falls like a log on its side, splitting the waters and pulling you towards the vortex only to send you back with a powerful wave.

(OOC Clan): You say, "Omg come help stop trading for a sec."
(OOC Clan): Esei says, "W he e ze."
(OOC Clan): Yilan says, "The greatest soulless god of all: capitalism."

Resting upon the coral as if it were a throne, vehemently, Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons says, "It is time... I have been denied for too long and none shall question Me now."

Tridemon creates a sparkling cloud and then moulds it until it appears like himself.

Scourge Evette Stormcrow, the Heartless thinks to herself: Erm.

A savage gatorshark gnashes his teeth in helpless frustration.

Bright red tentacles extending Uskashyth, the Great Worm , probes sightlessly as his mouth wrinkles hungrily.

Lowering Her voice, Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons says, "Nor My power."

Li-varili begins to wield the Eye of Dynara in Her right hand.

Umbral Evoker Gael, Wyrden Idolator thinks to himself: She cannot be able to use the Eye...

Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: [trepidation, sharp-laced with adrenaline].

Umbral Evoker Gael, Wyrden Idolator thinks to himself: ...oh Nil...

A savage gatorshark gnashes his teeth in helpless frustration.

Writhing unpleasantly, Uskashyth, the Great Worm undulates away to the southeast.

<-- many people filtering in throughout

You have emoted: Gurashi rises to avoid the wave, flapping their wings wildly before descending again. They look to Tridemon again, then follow his lead, fumblingly making an illusory copy, hardly blinking as they watch and listen intently upon the Eye of Dynara's reveal.

You weave an impossibly complex glamour of light, producing an unerring replica of yourself that floats eerily around you and prevents your precise location from being easily determined.

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

A she'nasim nereid grins gleefully.

You sense the piercing eyes of Lorina looking upon you.
You sense the passage of Lorina to the north with a fluffy pair of ursine ears.

Imperiously, Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons says, "Hold hands as you form a Coven, My servants! Serve Me now!"

Nialla folds her arms, fingers tapping against her athame.

Taking hold of Uzriel's hands, Calfuray and Uzriel turn their gaze toward the Lady of the Lagoons high upon the reef of coral. Standing close together, they join in ritual and service, becoming the Bloodtide Coven.

Uzriel offers his hand to Ashnezharr, who accepts membership into the Bloodtide Coven.
Uzriel offers his hand to Lorina, who accepts membership into the Bloodtide Coven.
Uzriel offers his hand to Zagreus, who accepts membership into the Bloodtide Coven.

Xiran turns pale.

You think to yourself: their heart skips a beat, rises to their throat and stays there - the sword is heavy in their hand.

You stare at Lorina, eyes wide.

A caliginous leopard nods her head at Xiran.

Nialla frowns at Calfuray.

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "...ah..."

The heads of a blood-streaked sable hydra with hissing wings of tenebrous black flame look about in several directions, forked tongues flicking out to taste the air.

With an imperious and dismissive gesture, Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons says, "You who would serve Me, form the Coven!"

Brow furrowing in confusion, you say, "Oh... my..."

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: B-but. The seaweed has... how could you?

A jealous light in Her turquoise gaze, Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons says, "I shall awaken the Sea Spirit. She will be Mine!"

You have emoted: Gurashi looks at their friends, and those who have formed the Coven, their eyes wide and expression uncertain.

You think to yourself: The Sea Spirit...?

You look at Tridemon hopefully.

Falaine steps up silently next to you, her face hard and cold.

With several beats of her wings, Evette alights upon Xenthos's shoulder.

Her voice suddenly sweet, enticing, Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons says, "Don't you desire that, too? For your precious blue seas, to have the Great Spirit Awaken?"

Madam Lorina, Matron of the Arts thinks to herself: The beauty of the seas made manifest, finally!

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine thinks to herself: ... Yes... but. Not like...

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters thinks to himself: It's not going to work right. There are THREE Thalassos.

Wind fills the area as a murder of crows descends from the skies. Stepping forth from the inner circle of crows, Evette quickly composes herself and locks her eyes with the largest red-eyed bird of the group. As Evette bows respectfully towards the red beady-eyed crow, the murder again takes flight and leaves the area just as subtly as they came.

The Bloodtide Coven lifts its arms and twirls in delirious adulation. Their feet upon the roiling sea's surface spray white spume into the air, bathing the circle in glittering enchantment.

You have emoted: Gurashi wrinkles their nose a little, their plumage ruffling up with their concern.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters thinks to himself: Whatever awakens will be in pieces. One of them tainted.

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

The Bloodtide Coven joins hands and turns its gaze toward the Lady of the Lagoons, bright as lightning against the darkened firmament. As Her storm rages, the circle dances, led by one ritualist who sends motes of glittering life and power to the Goddess above. <-- this, a bunch! Over and over!

You look at Tridemon, expression filled with concern as you frown.

The Bloodtide Coven joins hands and turns its gaze toward the Lady of the Lagoons, bright as lightning against the darkened firmament. As Her storm rages, the circle dances, led by one ritualist who sends motes of glittering life and power to the Goddess above.

You think to yourself: their heart skips, then sinks, a familiar ache - Miss Lorina....

Esei steps closer to Xenthos's side.

The Eye of Dynara in one hand, Li-varili makes a sharp motion with the other hand, balling it into a fist and raising it into the air. Light begins to gather within Her fist but it is merely a glimmer at first.

Contemptible Sutekh thinks to himself: Bah. It can't be worse than anything else that happens to Lusternia.

Uzriel offers his hand to Sutekh, who accepts membership into the Bloodtide Coven.

The monstrous reef of trident coral crackles with crimson electricity, reflecting Li-varili's own power and rushing it shimmering with divine energy towards the latticework of kelp covering the seas.

You stare blankly into space.

The Bloodtide Coven joins hands and turns its gaze toward the Lady of the Lagoons, bright as lightning against the darkened firmament. As Her storm rages, the circle dances, led by one ritualist who sends motes of glittering life and power to the Goddess above.

You think to yourself: ...ah!

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "The seas are beautiful as they are. They've been fine without any Great Spirit awake."

Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: We should be.. trying to stop this somehow.

The Bloodtide Coven joins hands and turns its gaze toward the Lady of the Lagoons, bright as lightning against the darkened firmament. As Her storm rages, the circle dances, led by one ritualist who sends motes of glittering life and power to the Goddess above.

Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: Disrupt it.

You think to yourself: growing panic as the coven grows - where is the opposition - how is the opposition? how do we oppose??.

Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons says, "Join hands or watch in awe, mortals!"

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

You think to yourself: Oh am watching, heckity.

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Can they just be... slain?"

Evette's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

Pure ozone invades your nostrils as static crackles over the waters, travelling over the blood-red kelp network to the very shores.

(Shadowlight): Yilan says, "Perhaps we should."

(Shadowlight): Tridemon says, "Probably not all of them, but..."

You see the following people here:
Qistrel, Azazilliy, Gael, Mmellialleh, Eritheyl, Ayisdra, Sondayga, Sutekh, Xenthos, Evette, Lorina, Qillilitli, Xiran, Li-varili, Yilan, Uzriel, Zagreus, Nialla, Calfuray, Calioliahali, Tridemon, Gyorn, Esei, Ashnezharr, Falaine, Gurashi.

Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity thinks to herself: There must be something we can do.

(Shadowlight): Gyorn says, "Doubt Lorina and Calfuray are."

(Shadowlight): Evette says, "It would be worth a try, yes?"

You declare that Lorina will no longer be one of your allies.

The firmament fills with blinding light as crimson lightning traces across the sky, vanishing momentarily only to reveal new forks spreading like cracks on a mirror.

Falaine's fingers twitch toward her sword.

Umbral Evoker Gael, Wyrden Idolator thinks to himself: ...can we stop this?

(Shadowlight): Yilan says, "Please call targets."

Shifting his attention towards Xenthos, Gael's good ear twitches faintly.

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Ashnezharr?"

A savage gatorshark gnashes his teeth in helpless frustration.

Evette nods her head at Xenthos.

The Bloodtide Coven lifts its arms and twirls in delirious adulation. Their feet upon the roiling sea's surface spray white spume into the air, bathing the circle in glittering enchantment.

With sharp gestures and jerking movements, the Bloodtide Coven dances, chanting Xenthos's name. The sea answers, rending a watery gash into itself before dragging him away in its shrieking riptide.

(Celest): Falaine says, "Are we just.. going to let this happen? Should we not try to disrupt the coven?"

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "If you attack them, they push you out of the room."

(Shadowlight): Yilan says, "Oh."

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "So will have to run back."

<-- much fumbling and cult things, PVP BREAKOUT

Caliph Eritheyl Ryseni, the Dissident says, "Oh come now."

Voice rising with concern, you ask, "W-what's going to happen, if this works?"

With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "They strike!"

In an airy, melodic voice, you ask, "What's going to happen to everything AFTER?"

Her expression one of displeasure, Li-varili flicks her fingers, sending a scattering of droplets in the direction of Gyorn.
Gyorn has been slain by Li-varili.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Oh!"

<-- LOOOOOTS OF ATTEMPTED PVP

Her expression one of displeasure, Li-varili flicks her fingers, sending a scattering of droplets in the direction of Qillilitli.
Qillilitli has been slain by Li-varili.

Her expression one of displeasure, Li-varili flicks her fingers, sending a scattering of droplets in the direction of Xenthos.
Xenthos has been slain by Li-varili.

With sharp gestures and jerking movements, the Bloodtide Coven dances, chanting Tridemon's name. The sea answers, rending a watery gash into itself before dragging him away in its shrieking riptide.

You see Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons shout, "None will stand against Me!"

Her expression one of displeasure, Li-varili flicks her fingers, sending a scattering of droplets in the direction of Azazilliy.
Azazilliy has been slain by Li-varili.

Her expression one of displeasure, Li-varili flicks her fingers, sending a scattering of droplets in the direction of Evette.
Evette has been slain by Li-varili.

Her expression one of displeasure, Li-varili flicks her fingers, sending a scattering of droplets in the direction of Falaine.
Falaine has been slain by Li-varili.

Her expression one of displeasure, Li-varili flicks her fingers, sending a scattering of droplets in the direction of Tridemon.
Tridemon faces the shimmering glacier and closes his outstretched fist, the glacier shuddering and dissolving to his will.
Tridemon has been slain by Li-varili.

Thick, oily smoke pours out of the mouth of Ashnezharr and creates an ankle-deep carpet of seething black fog. As the smoke is soaked into the ground, the area turns putrid and foul. This location is now tainted.

You think to yourself: Dear one--.

The Bloodtide Coven joins hands and turns its gaze toward the Lady of the Lagoons, bright as lightning against the darkened firmament. As Her storm rages, the circle dances, led by one ritualist who sends motes of glittering life and power to the Goddess above.

Her expression one of displeasure, Li-varili flicks her fingers, sending a scattering of droplets in the direction of Nialla.
Nialla has been slain by Li-varili.

Voice muffled by his mask, A she'nasim nereid says, "All shall serve the Lady of the Lagoons!"

Her expression one of displeasure, Li-varili flicks her fingers, sending a scattering of droplets in the direction of Yilan.
Yilan has been slain by Li-varili.

The soul of Nialla Myeras says, "All who do so are fools."

*** CLAP ***

The sky darkens with dust and poisonous fumes as the earth shakes and rages below.

You have emoted: Gurashi tightens their grip on their weapon, then steels their gaze, neither striking nor retreating.

Velcora nods her head emphatically.

A powerful crack of thunder ushers in roiling bruised skies, the colour spreading across the clouds like spilled ink.

The Bloodtide Coven joins hands and turns its gaze toward the Lady of the Lagoons, bright as lightning against the darkened firmament. As Her storm rages, the circle dances, led by one ritualist who sends motes of glittering life and power to the Goddess above.

You narrow your eyes to thin slits.

Xiran squeaks in fright.

The soul of Falaine says, "Resist, New Celest!"

Gael's good ear gives a sudden twitch, rising and lowering quickly.

Wreathed in a crimson aura radiating from Her hand, Li-varili turns Her face upwards to bask in the mayhem. She squeezes Her fist tighter, lips thinned from the strain, and calls forth even more power from the Eye of Dynara and Herself.

Xiran begins to flap her wings powerfully, and rises quickly up into the firmament.

You have emoted: Gurashi flaps their wings, sword drawn and at the ready.

(Celest): You say, "She strikes down those immediately who would fight back - we needs some other way!"

Zagreus looks around and scratches his head.

Seeing her situation to be hopeless, Falaine begins uttering fervent prayers for salvation.

Zagreus clutches the Bloodtide Circle firmly, preparing to use it.

Calfuray offers her hand to Zagreus, who accepts membership into the Bloodtide Coven.

The coral spire sizzles with barely-restrained power, static filling the air and fizzling with a crack as it touches the waters in reaching tendrils of scarlet.
The Bloodtide Coven lifts its arms and twirls in delirious adulation. Their feet upon the roiling sea's surface spray white spume into the air, bathing the circle in glittering enchantment.

The more power Li-varili gathers from the Eye of Dynara, the more the coral reef reflects the luminous energy back at Her, amplifying it and sending it rushing down the spire with enough force to scorch its sides.

(Celest): You say, "We are still here, those who need transport back - ah, my friends, are you O-K???"

(Shadowlight): You say, "Those who need teleports back - am still here! Still here, yes! Please, be safe!"
Ilistala eyes Xiran warily, settling into a predatory crouch.

Xiran descends from above.

Zagreus winces in pain.

Uzriel looks around and scratches his head.

Pure ozone invades your nostrils as static crackles over the waters, travelling over the blood-red kelp network to the very shores.

( means dead!)
You see the following people here:
Lorina, Ayisdra, Mmellialleh, Gael, Qistrel, Velcora,
Tridemon, Qillilitli, Ashnezharr, Uzriel, Evette, Li-varili, Sutekh, Calioliahali, Zagreus, Xenthos, Nialla, Esei, Calfuray, Yilan, Sondayga, Gyorn, Eritheyl, **Azazilliy, Gurashi.

Li-varili rises swiftly from Her coral throne and steps lightly towards the edge of the platform, the rising winds pulling Her unruly hair in all directions. The she'nasim nereids raise their voices in song, gazing with adoration towards Li-varili, while the undersea monstrosities swim about to ward off danger. Tangles of ethereal energy exude from the members of the Bloodtide Coven and from the nereids and sea creature about Her as all nearby lifeforce is pulled forth to sustain the straining Goddess, who stands at the centre of a whirlpool of swirling reality.

Amidst the torrent, Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons says, "Slow and steady! Slow and steady!"
Glorious golden flames spring up around Azazilliy until, in a silent flash, they are gone, leaving the slight scent of charred flesh behind.

Her voice carrying like a whisper upon the salty breeze, laden with malice, Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons says, "None of Them believed in Me. Underestimate Me at Your own peril, fools!"

Your melodic voice sings into Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine's mind, "I do not know what to do - does anyone in the Forest have ideas??"

You see Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons shout, "Come forth! Come forth to Me, Great Spirit of the Sea!"

You glance askance.

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "The forest is silent."

A savage gatorshark snarls viciously.

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "If this were to go well, certainly it would be a blessing for Nature."

Ashnezharr looks around and scratches his head.

Li-varili holds the Eye of Dynara aloft, its white light blinding, and crimson lightning in the other hand arcing and dancing like reaching fingers towards the leaping waves. She lowers both towards the turbulent waters as the she'nasim nereids chant over and over again, "Basla'oren shesha zyai!"

With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "The seas lap against the shores of Akhari. Let the hive's bathing pools run red with this 'blood tide.'"

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "But I do not think it will."

<-- everyone TPing to me/the room

A she'nasim nereid says, "Basla'oren shesha!"

You see Brave Herald Calfuray, of House Strongleaf yell, "Basla'oren shesha zyai!"

The Bloodtide Coven joins hands and turns its gaze toward the Lady of the Lagoons, bright as lightning against the darkened firmament. As Her storm rages, the circle dances, led by one ritualist who sends motes of glittering life and power to the Goddess above.

Blinding white light laced with crimson shines like a beacon, filling the horizon in the farthest reaches of the Basin of Life. Blood-red kelp carries the light across the seas as they froth and respond, awakening from their deep slumber with joy and fervour.

Falaine's webbed fists clench tightly, the metal of her gauntlets creaking.

<-- Velcora starts cleverly influencing nereids!

Comprehension flashes across Xiran's face.

Her expression one of displeasure, Li-varili flicks her fingers, sending a scattering of droplets in the direction of Xiran.
Xiran has been slain by Li-varili.

Her expression one of displeasure, Li-varili flicks her fingers, sending a scattering of droplets in the direction of Velcora.
Velcora has been slain by Li-varili.

You see Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons shout, "Enough!"

You blink.

With glittering malice, a she'nasim nereid slashes Qillilitli across the torso with her razor-sharp nails, slicing through her defenses with brutal ease.

Her expression one of displeasure, Li-varili flicks her fingers, sending a scattering of droplets in the direction of Qillilitli.
Qillilitli has been slain by Li-varili.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Ah - Miss Xiran."

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Azazilliy creases their brow in a frown.

You sense the passage of Tridemon to the southwest with a fluffy pair of ursine ears.

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

You see Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons shout, "I have tolerated your interference long enough!"

A she'nasim nereid plucks an intoxicating bromeliad from her lush and untamed hair, bringing it to her nose to inhale deeply.

(OOC Clan): You say, "So how's the cuuult?"
(OOC Clan): You say, "chin/hands."
(OOC Clan):Falaine says, "Lmfao."
(OOC Clan):You say, "Being the only one in the alliance inside is it cool."
(OOC Clan):Lorina says, "I'll paste it." <-- she did! I'm jealous!
(OOC Clan):Esei says, "W he eze."

With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says to you, "Will you not join me? Take vengeance on the hives that ring the Undersea?"

Li-varili laughs joyously, a genuine if insane smile upon Her increasingly strained face, as a soft ultramarine light begins to form in front of Her upon the platform, coalescing from spiralling waves of blue that rise and speed about the lone Goddess. She spreads Her arms wide and releases crimson strands of power that flow like rushing water towards the seas to further their awakening.

Contemptible Sutekh thinks to himself: As long as he doesn't interfere. May he not interfere. Please. I don't want to hurt him.

The Bloodtide Coven links hands and lifts its many-layered voices in song. The chorus is a haunting, achingly beautiful melody, drifting through the waters and rising upon its treacherous tides.
A faraway look crosses Uzriel's features, captivated by something you can neither see nor hear. In an instance, the sea rises in a swirl of bubbles and spite, swallowing him and leaving nothing in its wake.
The sea rises and parts, revealing Uzriel from the depths, disoriented and bewildered.

You see Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons shout, "Yes! Come My daughter! You are Mine and Mine alone! This time I will do it! They will all grovel at My feet for forgiveness and I shall have none for Them!"

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Can the nereids be slain? The ones out in the Ocean?"

Visible even from afar, a figure made up entirely of ultramarine light slowly takes shape upon the platform between Li-varili's outstretched arms. All the colours of the seas ripple over the forming being like light penetrating the deep, revealing more and more detail.

<-- THEY STARTED YANKIN PEOPLE... but everybody was already here. Like a Siren Song? Keeping people in place!

The Bloodtide Coven links hands and lifts its many-layered voices in song. The chorus is a haunting, achingly beautiful melody, drifting through the waters and rising upon its treacherous tides.
A faraway look crosses Calioliahali's features, captivated by something you can neither see nor hear. In an instance, the sea rises in a swirl of bubbles and spite, swallowing her and leaving nothing in its wake.
The sea rises and parts, revealing Calioliahali from the depths, disoriented and bewildered.

(Shadowlight): Tridemon says, "Absolutely."

The Bloodtide Coven links hands and lifts its many-layered voices in song. The chorus is a haunting, achingly beautiful melody, drifting through the waters and rising upon its treacherous tides.
Echoing all around you, sweet music fills your senses, achingly and devastatingly beautiful. You cannot help but follow it to its source, lured through the briny seas to the very heart of the Bloodtide Coven.
Lost within a raging duststorm.
The haze of poisonous fumes obscures a chasm corrupting the very earth, a tainted wasteland spreading from its gaping maw. A barren island of tainted land floats here. There is a moderate breeze here. The ocean swells and rises, sometimes cresting with white foam. Rife with seaweed and plant life, the salty waters are crystal blue, a sparkling azure landscape that stretches out as far as the eye can see. Though the waters are relatively warm, a dangerous undertow can be felt lurking beneath the surface. The almost hypnotic rise and fall of the ocean is broken only by the occasional seagull cawing to its mates, or by the splash of a fish arcing out of the waters. Emerging from the sea's depths in brilliant colours, a monstrous reef of trident coral offers refuge for even the largest of creatures amongst its branching plates. Massive broad, translucent wings filling much of the space around her, a golden hippogriff stands here, her tail swishing idly. A leopard lurks in the shadows, curiously watching anything that moves. Nothing more than a puffball with cerulean eyes, a seal lynx point ragdoll kitten lies here lounging languidly. With a jaded indifference, a glorious white swan graced with glistening wings of icy azure glides through the air here. A low, protective growl escaping his muzzle, a ruddy Nyalian mastiff sporting bronze platemail etched with sigils awaits instructions from his companion. Magrund, the brazen taurus paws the ground in agitation, clouds of smog and cinder erupting from his snout with every snort and grunt. Trailing eddies of dream motes, the evanescent form of a blithe dream phoenix lingers here, wings made of lissome shadows cascading behind her. A silver dragon turtle with crimson wings rests here, an air of majesty on her features. There are 8 she'nasim nereids here. There are 5 savage gatorsharks here. An elegant peahen of pearly hue stands poised, possessing a pair of long, brilliant wings bright with dazzling colour. Hands held together, many ritualists under the aegis of the Lady of the Lagoons stand here in a coven circle. Standing majestically, a lady-like penguin with a sparkling, opalescent scarf surveys the surroundings. A tenebrous leopard is crouched within nearby shadows, her tail flicking back and forth excitedly. A strange spherical entity stands here on four legs that extend from its exterior shell. A stunning fiend stands here, playing with her hair. Fanning out an impressive frill of silky orange lily petals, a spore-laden vinestalker twitches curling fiddlehead fronds here. Mmellialleh Skydrifter floats here, enchanting notes weaving ceaselessly about her form. She wields a circular shield of crystalline foliage in her right hand. Orbiting around her head are several spinning crystals. Umbral Evoker Gael, Wyrden Idolator is here. He wields an octave mandolin of wyrden flora in his right hand. The soul of Qillilitli roams the land, bodiless. Calioliahali Skydrifter looms here, lingering with an unsettling aura of strict severity. She wields a titanic greatsword of silvery swirls with both hands. Frosted crystals gently fall from the form of an egregiously beautiful Ice Angel, cooling the area here noticeably. Qistrel Strongleaf stands here, her features lit by a surrounding swarm of lightning bugs. She wields the Cudgel of the Seven Beetles in her left hand. Madam Lorina, Matron of the Arts stands here, a pair of ephemeral, resplendent swan wings shimmering like a mirage behind her. She wields a crystal-bladed waraxe of celestial silver with both hands. Glistening with a sanguine beauty, a she'nasim nereid casts a disdainful glare on her surroundings. He are surrounded by a deflection bubble. Glistening with a sanguine beauty, a she'nasim nereid casts a disdainful glare on her surroundings. Clad in matte black leather, a golden-eyed savage lingers here like a living shadow. Caliph Eritheyl Ryseni, the Dissident is here, an ambrosial aura of hunger and indulgence radiating in waves about him. He wields a fiery basalt staff in his left hand. Glistening with a sanguine beauty, a she'nasim nereid casts a disdainful glare on her surroundings. Drenched in blood, a midnight-eyed savage lingers here appraising her surroundings. Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter is here, shrouded. They wield an emerald temporal resonator in their left hand and a circular shield of crystalline foliage in their right hand. The soul of Velcora Lunarose roams the land, bodiless. Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons floats here upon a swirl of blue water, Her wild red curls tangled like seaweeds. She wields a salt-kissed whip of lashing waters in Her left hand and the Eye of Dynara in Her right hand. Axiom Yilan Skydrifter is here, wreathed in a flickering mandala of silvery light. They wield a pearlescent spatula in their left hand and a silvery-pink shield of white rabbits in their right hand. Nialla Myeras, Midsummer Herald with a Crone face is here cloaked in translucent colours, her gaze gleaming with curious insight. She wields an athame dagger in her left hand. Divine radiance limns the figure of a holy champion who stands guard here, travailing against the ongoings of injustice. Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk floats here, suffusing the air with the sickly-sweet scent of blackthorn blossoms. They wield a lissom blooming blackthorn staff in their left hand. Eyes gleaming with daring, a Horizon Walker stands here armed and ready to face the vast unknown. Eyes gleaming with daring, a Horizon Walker stands here armed and ready to face the vast unknown. A tremendous emerald and onyx hydra with wings of coruscating black flame looms here, five heads snapping viciously.
You see exits leading north, southeast, southwest, and down.

You have emoted: Gurashi's plumage ruffles up, their eyes shiny as Sutekh addresses them. "Of COURSE not!" They blurt out, shaking their head. "It isn't right! This does not feel right - ah-!"

You flail about helplessly.

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Does it appear to have any impact?"
(Shadowlight): Yilan says, "Not that I can see."
(Shadowlight): Tridemon says, "Dunno. Still killing them."

Calfuray offers her hand to Qistrel, who accepts membership into the Bloodtide Coven.

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "Live. Someone must live to see all."

You sway anxiously in your spot.

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "Wha." <-- I kept thinking I was getting TP'd elsewhere but I was in the same room

(Shadowlight): Yilan says, "There's something that lures us all back to this site."

Your melodic voice sings into Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine's mind, "I am! I am!"

Li-varili lets out a soft gasp as She struggles to control the power flooding Her. Whatever force She musters is reflected back at Her tenfold by the coral reef, allowing Her no relief and no shelter. Though She labours to remain in control, the very sight of the being in front of Her provides a respite.

(Shadowlight): Yilan says, "Even when we wander away."

(Shadowlight): You say, "Likes a Siren..."

(Shadowlight): You say, "Stay together, if we cannot leave."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "It does not surprise me that Magnagora is a part of this - but that Serenwilde is..."

Xenthos purses his lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as he carefully gathers his thoughts.

The Bloodtide Coven links hands and lifts its many-layered voices in song. The chorus is a haunting, achingly beautiful melody, drifting through the waters and rising upon its treacherous tides.
The sea rises and parts, revealing Tridemon from the depths, disoriented and bewildered.

Tridemon turns towards the southwest and steps forward, instantly collapsing into a torrent of water that rushes outwards with a thunderous crash of water.
You sense the passage of Tridemon to the southwest with a fluffy pair of ursine ears.

The Bloodtide Coven links hands and lifts its many-layered voices in song. The chorus is a haunting, achingly beautiful melody, drifting through the waters and rising upon its treacherous tides.
The sea rises and parts, revealing Tridemon from the depths, disoriented and bewildered.

Tridemon turns towards the north and steps forward, instantly collapsing into a torrent of water that rushes outwards with a thunderous crash of water.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to Xiran, "Does it surprise you, as well?"

Gyorn La'Saet says, "Not all."

Earnestly, you say to Xenthos, "I get the sense not all of them are."

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

You look at Xiran, expression filled with concern as you frown.

Xiran sprinkles a circle of salt around you, and a shimmering white orb springs up around you.

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

A she'nasim nereid says, "All shall serve Her!"

In a soothing and encouraging tone which cracks with the pressure She is under, Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons says, "Awaken, Sister Sea! I have longed for you for aeons. I have dreamed of you being Mine. There shall be no Great Spirit more powerful, and no greater bond between Awakener and Her Spirit!"

You wrinkle your nose in distaste.

Xiran turns to Xenthos.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Qistrel and Calfurey - one of whom is in charge of teaching the youth of the Serenwilde."

You think to yourself: This is ...

Contemptible Sutekh thinks to himself: Power over water. Is this how the aquamancers feel? All of the time?

You think to yourself: Wrong...

With sharp gestures and jerking movements, the Bloodtide Coven dances, chanting Xenthos's name. The sea answers, rending a watery gash into itself before dragging him away in its shrieking riptide.

Eyebrow raised, Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "What, precisely, is being taught?"

Despite Her vigorous attempts to remain standing, Li-varili falls to one knee before the Spirit as power finds its conduit and wraps about Her like entangling strands of seaweed. The Goddess is bound in the crimson tendrils that spread across Her, tied and tangled in the strength She has committed. "I still need more! We shall persevere, you and I!" She promises the Spirit, and She draws ever more energy, flinging the bloodied, fractaled strands on the ultramarine Spirit, focusing upon her growth.

Madam Lorina, Matron of the Arts says, "The beauty of the seas!"

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "The seaweed has kelpie kelp enmeshed in the tissue. We would not support an endeavour like this."

Off, A she'nasim nereid says, "The deception of Night runs through you, wyrden one. Rage, hatred. These are true lessons to teach all."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to Xiran, "And yet a Minister of yours is."

Zagreus drops his hands and takes a step back, no longer participating in the Bloodtide Coven.

Xiran flinches.

You think to yourself: an anxious ache - where is the Lady Sculptor? or ANY of the Elders? Why has Nobody spoken up - how do we stop this alone, or a hint, some guidance?.

You huff, puffing your cheeks.

Contemptible Sutekh thinks to himself: It might not have a chance to work, but if it does, having a Spirit indebted - just a small favor - just flood the Hive.

Yilan has been drowned in the blood tides by the wrath of a she'nasim nereid.
You see the death occur at the tempestuous Inner Sea. <-- lots of this! For different people!

You think to yourself: determined and afeared - no no, no, must not give up or lose hope - must watch and wait, and act when actions CAN be taken.

Calfuray winces in pain.

Blind to nature's wrath, Li-varili continues to pour Herself into the Spirit and draw upon the Eye of Dynara. A peal of delirious laughter shakes Her as Her turquoise eyes fill with a blood-red radiance. "More! We need more! You WILL take shape! You WILL Awaken!" She screeches, all sweetness and compassion gone from Her voice in an instant, replaced with urgency and unrestrained rage.

Crimson lightning splits the firmament again, revealing an angry maelstrom brewing over the Inner Sea and spreading outwards. The bruised sky releases a downpour of droplets that fall like silver nails, fast and hard.

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You fret over everything that might go wrong.

You think to yourself: Ah! L o u d!

Azazilliy grabs protectively at Qillilitli.

LOOKIT NEREIDS (NPC?)
Her lithe form wreathed in a stole of tangled red kelp, a she'nasim nereid is the very picture of undersea beauty: as dangerous and turbulent as she is beguiling. A haunting melody leaves her blood-red lips as she sings, eerie and unsettling as she flashes a fanged smile and beckons with sharp fingers. Like most of her kind, the nereid possesses the upper torso of a humanoid woman, while her waist tapers into a piscine tail; however, that tail is scissored in two, gifting her with peculiar legs that taper into delicate webbed feet. Salt-kissed teardrops sparkle upon her sanguine skin, light in shade beside the darkening purple of her translucent, ichthyic scales. Floating about her in a crimson halo, her wild hair is adorned with exotic bromeliad blossoms, eye-catching in their vibrant colour.
A she'nasim nereid looks to be crushingly strong.

You see the following people here:
Qistrel, Velcora, Eritheyl, Sondayga, Gael, Lorina, Calioliahali, Calfuray, Qillilitli, Uzriel, Xiran, Li-varili, Mmellialleh, Azazilliy, Sutekh, Falaine, Xenthos, Ashnezharr, Gyorn, Esei, Zagreus, Nialla, Evette, Gurashi.

The boom of thunder that follows shakes the ground and crackles and rolls ominously long after the crimson light is gone.

A she'nasim nereid cackles hellishly.

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Gyorn mutters an incantation and runs a hand across a page of a luminescent booklet of gold-lined pages, lines appearing upon the parchment immediately.

You look at Esei hopefully.

You flail about helplessly.

Esei tilts their head and listens intently to you.

Crimson veins spread across the forming silhouette of the Sea Spirit like blood vessels bursting, empowering yet corrupting her very nature. She lets out a sound like an undersea behemoth, trumpeting her agony, which is echoed by the roiling of the seas and the wrath of the skies.

Gyorn looks at the Bloodtide Circle and comprehension flashes across his face.

Raving mad, Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons says, "Awaken!"

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Aquamancers, is there anything you can do to... counter this? A counter-spin of some kind?"

With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says to you, "There are such...visions. I can feel vicariously. You are missing out on something...immense."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Yes. Corrupting Nature. This is what Serenwilde is known for."

You see Brave Herald Calfuray, of House Strongleaf yell, "Basla'oren shesha zyai!"

A savage gatorshark snarls viciously.

The Bloodtide Coven joins hands and turns its gaze toward the Lady of the Lagoons, bright as lightning against the darkened firmament. As Her storm rages, the circle dances, led by one ritualist who sends motes of glittering life and power to the Goddess above.

Off, A she'nasim nereid says, "AWAKEN! AWAKEN! THE LADY'S WILL BE DONE!"

The Bloodtide Coven joins hands and turns its gaze toward the Lady of the Lagoons, bright as lightning against the darkened firmament. As Her storm rages, the circle dances, led by one ritualist who sends motes of glittering life and power to the Goddess above.

You see Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons shout, "Awake, My daughter! Fear not the power that is your birthright! That I have made your birthright!"

With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says to you, "Is this how the aquamancers feel? All of the time? Perhaps it isn't such a weak art after all."

Growling, Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says to Sutekh, "Go focus on your horrid ritual."

Coldly, Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity says to Sutekh, "Do not speak to them."

You look at Sutekh, expression filled with concern as you frown.

Li-varili bends towards the ultramarine figure, strands of crimson and white connecting the Goddess and the young Spirit. Colours begin to bleed together, with Li-varili's form growing hazy as She puts even more of Herself into the bellowing and billowing Spirit, whose figure grows dark with crawling, fractal vessels of energy.

Crimson lightning spreads across the skies like tangled webs, reaching out as the clouds above roil as wildly as the raging seas.

Nialla Myeras, Midsummer Herald says, "You are all fools, and will reap sorrow."

Velcora nods her head at Nialla.

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You have emoted: Gurashi looks like they want to say more but the motion of the nearby Goddess draws their attention, and they find themselves at a loss for words.

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You wince in pain.

Another boom of thunder rocks the firmament, and the seas below rise and rage in answer, massive waves crashing past their shores and joining the gushing rainwaters from the mountains. In a flash, the Toronada tidal flats are completely flooded, and the raging waters surge forth onto the roads throughout the Basin of Life.

(OOC Clan): You say, "NOOOO MY TIDAL FLATS."

Contemptible Sutekh thinks to himself: As above so below. As above so below.

Contemptible Sutekh thinks to himself: I must reach deep...!

Scourge Evette Stormcrow, the Heartless thinks to herself: How deep can one reach with such a shallow mind.

You have emoted: Gurashi's ears flatten at the lightning, then looks off towards the tidal flats, looking briefly ill.

Words half-lost in the storm, Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says to Qistrel, "You know the prophesy that was delivered! Qistrel! This cannot end well!"

Contemptible Sutekh thinks to himself: So Blooredi made all of those...?

The Sea Spirit grows larger, her outline blurring with darkness as the strands of crimson corruption spread through her, infusing her with radiance and might even as her figure shakes with growing agony.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to Xiran, "And now, you are in a Coven - a circle - with those who are dancing to this end. To corrupt the essence of the Seas."

Sea Spirit shouts, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

Esei shakes their head at Xenthos.

In a melodic whisper, Elfen-shaped Fox Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Culture says to Qistrel, "Why?"

Esei points accusingly at the Bloodtide Circle.

You give a horrified gasp.

In an airy, melodic voice, you exclaim, "Oh...!"

Contemptible Sutekh thinks to himself: That explains why they are all weak to divinus in that trench.

Vehemently, Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says to Xenthos, "No!" <-- She genuinely did not notice getting added, RIP

You have emoted: Gurashi covers their mouth, then their ears, grimacing. "Oh!"

Tears fill Velcora's eyes and begin to slowly run down her face.

Velcora begins to weep uncontrollably.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to Xiran, "You are. Sondayga has formed a coven with them, and you."

You think to yourself: Wrong - this is so /w r o n g/.

A she'nasim nereid cackles hellishly.

Caliph Eritheyl Ryseni, the Dissident says, "Sondayga has formed a Moon coven."

With a quick beat of his wings, Sutekh cautiously circles the area and studies his surroundings.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "And included those of the Bloodtide within it."

In a melodic whisper, Elfen-shaped Fox Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Culture says, "What?"

The Bloodtide Coven links hands and lifts its many-layered voices in song. The chorus is a haunting, achingly beautiful melody, drifting through the waters and rising upon its treacherous tides.
The sea rises and parts, revealing Tridemon from the depths, disoriented and bewildered.

Sondayga beckons to Velcora.

With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "You can see the participants through PROBE CIRCLE."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Calfuray and Qistrel are both of the Bloodtide, and are also within your Moon Coven."

With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "Oh, you mean that."

Li-varili shakes Her tangled red tresses in fury and determination, crying, "NO! No! You WILL awaken! I have the power for it!" She lunges forward, mere inches away from the now bright red figure before Her, only faint traces of ultramarine remaining in the flowing Sea Spirit who screams and screams while the waves rage to tsunami heights about them both.

A she'nasim nereid says, "You all judge that which you do not know. Join the coven, feel the truth of what She does. She'nasim rises!"

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "I think not."

Coldly, Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity says, "We feel the truth from here, thank you."

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter intones, "Let history show that we were not voluntarily complicit to this evil."

Security protocols flare up around the city of Hallifax, aeromantic defenses flaring into existence to defend the Beacon of Harmony in a shimmering shield of lightning and storm clouds, the tang of ozone lingering in the air as the worst of the typhoon is just barely kept at bay, allowing the city to stay aloft.

Eritheyl nods his head at Yilan, showing his acceptance.

Aghast at the Sea Spirit's form in the distance, you exclaim, "Can't you see how much /pain/ She is in?!"

With sharp gestures and jerking movements, the Bloodtide Coven dances, chanting your name. The sea answers, rending a watery gash into itself before dragging you away in its shrieking riptide.
The Undersea of Keph.
Dark swells of salty water rise and fall against the tenebrous backdrop of the Undervaults. Occasional droplets of water pepper the sea's surface from the high cavern ceiling, feeding the lurid depths. The dim glow of countless lichen colonies reflects off the water's surface, yet leave the inky waters impenetrably nebulous. Glistening with a sanguine beauty, a she'nasim nereid casts a disdainful glare on her surroundings.
You see exits leading north, southeast, and southwest.

A she'nasim nereid smirks as a red tide surges behind her, densely coated with toxic algal blooms. Without warning, the wave crashes on you with a sickening thud, flooding your lungs with water and flora.
<-- OW OW BIG OW

Scarlet energy flares in massive bursts from the smouldering peak of Mount Zoaka as the Moth on Scarlet Wings reveals Herself, sending power surging forward to intercept the worst of the storm before it may decimate the Free City of Gaudiguch.

(Veiled): You say, "Most Beloved!!"

(Veiled): Mysrai says, "Fear not, My Beloved. I have prepared for this."

Wisps of spun sugar condense into cotton-candy clouds that drift lazily across the firmament, signaling the return of Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights to mortal perception. His power joins Mysrai's in a heady scent of cinnamon and spice, deflecting the onslaught of rain in a puff of sweet smoke.

(Veiled): You say, "Please! Something is--."

<-- NEREID DO A BIG ENGTANGLE OW
(OOC Clan): You say, "I'm TRAPPED."

A pleasantly saccharine scent rises from a well-worn apron covered in colorful pockets as it begins to glow.
Bursts of steam and beams of holy light pour out of a well-worn apron covered in colorful pockets as you rifle through it, eventually pulling out equal fistfuls of powdered sugar which you hurl aggressively into a she'nasim nereid's face, blinding her with a delicious powdery cloud of white.
You have scored a CRITICAL hit!
You have scored a CRUSHING CRITICAL hit!
You have scored a CRUSHING CRITICAL hit!
You have scored a CRUSHING CRITICAL hit!
You have scored a CRITICAL hit!
You have scored a CRITICAL hit!

The soft pink of peach flowers passes before your vision as Maylea, Bloom of Serenity appears over the Serenwilde. She lifts Her arms and casts a wide net of protective energies over the forest, protecting against the effects of the rains.

The air above Glomdoring twists, and then explodes outward in a burst of shadowflame to reveal the shrouded form of Nocht, the Silent. He gestures sharply at the dark forest below, and its reply is immediate - wyrden energies shielding the commune from the worst of the storms.

Near New Celest, there is a moment of calm: the sea unafflicted by the machinations of Li-varili. It is then that they rise into a cresting wave that laps against the docks of the city's harbours, swirling and writhing to reveal Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves within them. Spinning Her golden trident nimbly, the clouds above part as if colliding against a bubble of energy that protects the city from harm.

The peal of metal striking metal cuts across the firmament as the Even Bladed descends from the Havens to meet Carakhan at New Celest. Blades in hand, She cuts through raging stormcloud after stormcloud until She alights above the docks.

(Celest): You say, "Lady Sculptor!! Lady Even-Bladed!!"

You flail about helplessly. <-- me rushing to rejoin with everyone

As if parting through mists of water and light, the Empyreal Goddess quietly unveils Her soothing presence to the Basin of Life. The calming energies surrounding Lantra begin to still the surrounding storm, reaching out to bolster and support the Even Bladed and the Sculptor by lending Her power to Theirs.

The lingering notes of harmonic purity swell to impossible heights as you step confidently through the song of reality itself.
The tempestuous Inner Sea.
A barren island of tainted land floats here. It is quite mild. The ocean swells and rises like a massive heaving beast, the waves crested with angry white foam. The once crystal blue waters are now a wrathful glaucuous expanse that stretches far as the eye can see. Though the waters are relatively warm, a dangerous undertow can be felt trashing beneath the surface. The seaweed and other plant life is dragged about by choppy waves, and the seagulls struggle to remain in flight overhead. Emerging from the sea's depths in brilliant colours, a monstrous reef of trident coral offers refuge for even the largest of creatures amongst its branching plates. Massive broad, translucent wings filling much of the space around her, a golden hippogriff stands here, her tail swishing idly. A leopard lurks in the shadows, curiously watching anything that moves. Nothing more than a puffball with cerulean eyes, a seal lynx point ragdoll kitten lies here lounging languidly. With a jaded indifference, a glorious white swan graced with glistening wings of icy azure glides through the air here. A low, protective growl escaping his muzzle, a ruddy Nyalian mastiff sporting bronze platemail etched with sigils awaits instructions from his companion. Magrund, the brazen taurus paws the ground in agitation, clouds of smog and cinder erupting from his snout with every snort and grunt. Trailing eddies of dream motes, the evanescent form of a blithe dream phoenix lingers here, wings made of lissome shadows cascading behind her. A silver dragon turtle with crimson wings rests here, an air of majesty on her features. There are 6 she'nasim nereids here. There are 5 savage gatorsharks here. An elegant peahen of pearly hue stands poised, possessing a pair of long, brilliant wings bright with dazzling colour. Hands held together, many ritualists under the aegis of the Lady of the Lagoons stand here in a coven circle. Standing majestically, a lady-like penguin with a sparkling, opalescent scarf surveys the surroundings. A caliginous leopard is languidly grooming herself here, her tail idly flicking back and forth. A stunning fiend stands here, playing with her hair. Mmellialleh Skydrifter floats here, enchanting notes weaving ceaselessly about her form. She wields a circular shield of crystalline foliage in her right hand. Orbiting around her head are several spinning crystals. Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter is here, shrouded. They wield an emerald temporal resonator in their left hand and a circular shield of crystalline foliage in their right hand. Swirling clouds of purest white meld to outline the ghostly figure of a stormy air elemental here. Madam Lorina, Matron of the Arts stands here, a pair of ephemeral, resplendent swan wings shimmering like a mirage behind her. She wields a crystal-bladed waraxe of celestial silver with both hands. Brave Herald Calfuray, of House Strongleaf with a Wakabi face is here. She wields a luminescent bull-horned shofa in each hand. Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons floats here upon a swirl of blue water, Her wild red curls tangled like seaweeds. She wields a salt-kissed whip of lashing waters in Her left hand and the Eye of Dynara in Her right hand. Axiom Yilan Skydrifter is here, wreathed in a flickering mandala of silvery light. They wield a pearlescent spatula in their left hand and a silvery-pink shield of white rabbits in their right hand. Qistrel Strongleaf stands here, her features lit by a surrounding swarm of lightning bugs. She wields the Cudgel of the Seven Beetles in her left hand. Glistening with a sanguine beauty, a she'nasim nereid casts a disdainful glare on her surroundings. Clad in matte black leather, a golden-eyed savage lingers here like a living shadow. Glistening with a sanguine beauty, a she'nasim nereid casts a disdainful glare on her surroundings. He are surrounded by a deflection bubble. Drenched in blood, a midnight-eyed savage lingers here appraising her surroundings. Caliph Eritheyl Ryseni, the Dissident is here, an ambrosial aura of hunger and indulgence radiating in waves about him. He wields a fiery basalt staff in his left hand. Calioliahali Skydrifter looms here, lingering with an unsettling aura of strict severity. She wields a titanic greatsword of silvery swirls with both hands. Eyes gleaming with daring, a Horizon Walker stands here armed and ready to face the vast unknown. Divine radiance limns the figure of a holy champion who stands guard here, travailing against the ongoings of injustice. A frost-touched savage waits here, garbed in black wolf pelts and emanating a deathly chill. A tremendous emerald and onyx hydra with wings of coruscating black flame looms here, five heads snapping viciously.
You see exits leading north, southeast, southwest, and down.

(Celest): You say, "Lady Empyreals! Oh my goodness! It is terrible!"

You flail about helplessly.

You pant like a dog.

(Shadowlight): Esei (from Limbo) says, "If the nereid speaks true, and our presence feeds the Awakening, is it not better to try and leave?"
(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "It is likely lies - they tried quite hard to force me away."
(Shadowlight): Esei says, "Ah, I see..."

Someone powerful's divine voice echoes across the land, "Li-varili, You know this is foolish... We never awaken Great Spirits alone! Sea Spirit is miserable. Surely You hear her cries?"

Contemptible Sutekh thinks to himself: Even if it doesn't work, the backlash might destroy Akhari. Destroy the place that hurt him. That hurts every one of us with the misfortune to be born there.

Bolstered by the Presence of the Even-Bladed, Falaine takes hold of her sword once more, but remains still and ready.

The air seems somehow sweeter as the jovial voice of Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights resounds, "Li-varili, You know this is foolish... We never awaken Great Spirits alone! Sea Spirit is miserable. Surely You hear her cries?"

(Veiled): You say, "Most Beloved the Lady of Lagoons is trying to awaken the Sea Spirits and it is NOT going very well! We could not stop Her! Oh - we tried!"

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

You see the following people here:
Qillilitli, Evette, Calioliahali, Synl, Mmellialleh, Yilan, Azazilliy, Gael, Velcora, Uzriel, Sutekh, Lorina, Zagreus, Li-varili, Xenthos, Ashnezharr, Eritheyl, Sondayga, Xiran, Calfuray, Gyorn, Nialla, Falaine, Esei, Qistrel, Gurashi.

Kalas Zagreus, the Devouring Blade says, "The Eye has been used without help before."

Zagreus quickly dusts himself off.

You look at Xiran hopefully.

Contemptible Sutekh thinks to himself: A horrible thing to suggest, might get me killed, but it would be correct-.

The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "The Gods have answered."

With sharp gestures and jerking movements, the Bloodtide Coven dances, chanting your name. The sea answers, rending a watery gash into itself before dragging you away in its shrieking riptide.
<-- Yeeted again

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Eek!"

<-- RETURNED

You narrow your eyes, peering about suspiciously.

The soft, hollow voice of Nocht, the Silent resounds within your mind as His words echo through the aether, "This is not the way, Cousin. We have spoken on this before..."

Sondayga links hands with Calfuray, Velcora, Nialla, and Xiran, forming a circle.

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

Her expression one of displeasure, Li-varili flicks her fingers, sending a scattering of droplets in the direction of Sutekh.
Sutekh has been slain by Li-varili.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Sutekh, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body and burn it to a crisp.

(Celest): Falaine says, "What should we do? What can we?"

Sutekh looks around and scratches his head.

Zagreus winces in pain.

With a deep reverb, The soul of Sutekh says, "What is more important, grudge or result? Bah!"

You blink.

Calfuray rolls her eyes.

Using her tongue and the roof of her mouth, Evette makes a quiet clicking noise.

Zagreus looks around and scratches his head.

Ripples of celestial light radiate across the firmament like water as the calm voice of Lantra, the Empyreal rings out, "It is as They say, Li-varili: You will do great harm to Your child, and Yourself, should You keep this unsound course. Cease this foolishness at once!"

Maddening skeins of colour and sound blaspheme the air in accordance with Mysrai's whispered voice, oddly echoing, "Better than any of Our kin do I know Your pain, But to threaten the safety of the Basin is foolishness! Cease, lest Our hands be forced!"

Gyorn La'Saet says, "There is that pain Sutekh was speaking of."

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

With a deep reverb, The soul of Sutekh says, "Yes, I see now. It is doomed to failure after all - the Lady of the Lagoon is shackled by Her pain."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Could you not have realized this before all... this?"

(Veiled): You say, "Will do whatever You would asks, Beloved. This is bad, yes."

These faithful of the Divine Order of Mysrai, the Moth on Scarlet Wings are online:
Gurashi, The Heart's Friend
Mysrai, the Moth on Scarlet Wings
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There are 2 mortals in your Circle (and below) on this Plane and 0 on other Planes.

With a deep reverb, The soul of Sutekh says, "I've never met Her before this. Sort of recent that I've come around again."

Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity says to Sutekh, "You've done your damage, Tainted creature. It is late for regrets."

A she'nasim nereid says, "You know naught, Sutekh. A Contemptible ought to know better than to speak."

You see Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons shout, "You all doubted Me, cast Me aside, imprisoned Me for aeons! Now, you see. Now, you see My Sea Spirit in all her glory! She is Mine! Mine alone!"

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "Oh...!"

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

You see the following people here:
Mmellialleh, Gael, Azazilliy, Qillilitli, Evette, Lorina, Uzriel, Calfuray, Synl, Xenthos, Steingrim, Yilan, Sondayga, Velcora, Li-varili, Ashnezharr, Calioliahali, Xiran, Gyorn, Nialla, Eritheyl, Zagreus, Esei, Gurashi.

Li-varili tightens Her grip upon the Eye of Dynara, which shines a stark, blazing white, cutting past the crimson tangles of power that surround Li-varili and the Sea Spirit to cast sharp black shadows beyond. Where the shadows touch, there is utter darkness. Madness crackles upon the Goddess's shining turquoise eyes that are shot through with red, bleeding onto Her cheeks in spidery, scarlet strands, and it is as if She could see nothing but the agonised Spirit before Her.

In a curt, strained voice, Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons says, "Nothing else matters... Nothing ELSE MATTERS!"

Scourge Evette Stormcrow, the Heartless thinks to herself: But Glomdoring.

Falaine smiles grimly at you, flicking blood from her blade.

The silhouette of the Sea Spirit expands, her long, ultramarine hair lifting into the air and billowing like waves. As Li-varili shines the Eye of Dynara upon her, the crimson of the Spirit's form creeps into the vivid blue of the hair, and it spreads and spreads like blood spilt in water.

You wince in pain.

"Ugh!", Gyorn says in disgust.

Lorina looks around and scratches her head.

You think to yourself: dazed and mortified - that poor, poor Spirit....

Materialising One by One upon the crackling, roiling skies, the various Elder Divine of Lusternia convene in a shining group, Their varied energies and glows causing even more disarray in the storm clouds.

Gael tilts his head back and looks up at the sky.

Sweeping across the heavens on a gentle breeze, the serene voice of Maylea, Bloom of Serenity echoes, "What shall We do, Cousins? Li-varili is attempting what She ought not. The Eye of Our Mother bears power beyond even Us, and that power will destroy Her and the Sea Spirit."

You blanch suddenly.

Xiran narrows her eyes.

Falaine remains in a ready stance, her greatsword held in both hands.

The soft, hollow voice of Nocht, the Silent resounds within your mind as His words echo through the aether, "We put her down. As we had once done so before with the Sun Spirit."

(OOC Clan): Calioliahali says, "The ultimate crossover event."

The pointed tips of Esei's ears twitch to some errant sound.

Bandit Steingrim La'Saet, the Shadow Ranger intones, "Kill the members of Her circle!"

You stare blankly into space.

Ripples of celestial light radiate across the firmament like water as the calm voice of Lantra, the Empyreal rings out, "I shall support You in Your efforts, Brother. Tell Us how We may act to prevent this needless destruction, and spare the Spirit undue harm."

Umbral Evoker Gael, Wyrden Idolator thinks to himself: F'ai Glomdoring..

Maddening skeins of colour and sound blaspheme the air in accordance with Mysrai's whispered voice, oddly echoing, "I shall turn the paradigms of fortune in our favour, My Kin. What power is Mine shall be shared to You!"

With a vengeful frown upon Her face, Li-varili causes a sphere of scorching blue flame to coalesce in Her palm, before thrusting it forward angrily into a precise lance of fire towards Steingrim.

The air seems somehow sweeter as the jovial voice of Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights resounds, "Let Us end this at once, that We might resume Our times of merriment and delight more swiftly. My aid is Yours."

(Order): Sulwh says, "How can the Beloved give You strength?"
(Veiled): You say, "Yes - what may we do! WE are here!"
(Veiled): Mysrai says, "My Beloved, you have already empowered Us, yet I fear...no, We shall see. This is a place where My power is naught but that, and the skill of the Awakeners must be met."

The soft, hollow voice of Nocht, the Silent resounds within your mind as His words echo through the aether, "Get into formation, then. I still remember. The thousand year slumber."

Bandit Steingrim La'Saet, the Shadow Ranger intones, "Destroy the members of Her coven to weaken her efforts!"

(Celest): You say, "Cannot speak for whole of Celest but you have my blade! And lyre! And whatever else would haves of me! We are ready!"

Ethereal violet suffuses the firmament as the lilting, smoky voice of Drocilla, the Enchantress croons, "In that I will not lend you My power for the Sea Spirit is Hers and Hers alone. You are rash to turn to that yet condemn Me for My actions!"

(Veiled): You say, "Alrighty, Most Beloved!"
(Veiled): You say, "It will be...O-K! Be! Safe!"

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

An enthralling song spills from the Enchantress' lips, Her radiant form of both golden light and darkness poised over Magnagora. She sings forth an aurora of ethereal violet that shimmers across the dome which shrouds the city protectively, warding off the tidal waves that threaten the docks.

The Bloodtide Coven joins hands and turns its gaze toward the Lady of the Lagoons, bright as lightning against the darkened firmament. As Her storm rages, the circle dances, led by one ritualist who sends motes of glittering life and power to the Goddess above.

(Celest): Falaine says, "New Celest stands ready!"

A hush passes over Creation as the Divine begin to collect Themselves into a formation with practiced grace, an echo of the glory and the wonder of the Elder days, when They were numerous and felt Themselves invincible.

You nod your head sagely.

Esei shakes their head at Evette.

The hollow voice of Sutekh reverberates in your mind, "I have never seen such power in the ocean before! I watch the Sea from the docks of the city."

Li-varili lifts the Eye of Dynara above Her head, its blazing power enveloping Her and the Sea Spirit in a cocoon of crackling protection, white laced with bloody, bloody red. "No... She's Mine..."

Shifting his attention towards Evette, Gael's good ear twitches faintly.

Your melodic voice sings into Calioliahali Skydrifter's mind, "at last, belabored and belated Cannot believe you were right - seems should have paid more attention to you noticing the peoples from Magnagora at Her Fulcrux, Miss Cali..."

Umbral Evoker Gael, Wyrden Idolator thinks to himself: ...better ready than not.

Gyorn La'Saet says, "Supported by the Lady who imprisoned Her.."

Gyorn shakes his head.

Calioliahali tells you, "It was mere speculation with only circumstantial evidence to back it."

Nocht gathers strands of shadow about Himself and comes to float above the surging storm that surrounds Li-Varili and the Sea Spirit. He spreads His dark, shimmering cloak and casts His arms out wide, tendrils of shadowed power sliding down silently towards the pair. Behind Him, the other Elders gather in affirming positions, One by One by One.

Your melodic voice sings into Contemptible Sutekh's mind, "P-please, be safe?! It is, ah, uh, madness! And...! Ah!"

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

You see the following people here:
Azazilliy, Qillilitli, Yilan, Mmellialleh, Calfuray, Sondayga, Gael, Uzriel, Synl, Evette, Zagreus, Xenthos, Calioliahali, Eritheyl, Lorina, Xiran, Li-varili, Ashnezharr, Gyorn, Esei, Falaine, Nialla, Gurashi.

Opening her mouth wide, Xiran gapes in wonder.

The hollow voice of Sutekh reverberates in your mind, "I am not foolish enough to head back out there, not after what I told Li-Varili to do to save Her spirit."

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Maylea takes a position beside Nocht, stretching an arm towards Him in succor while casting another hand downwards, prismatic strands of colour spraying forth like blossoms.

Esei's gaze turns towards the sky, exhaling slowly.

The Bloodtide Coven joins hands and turns its gaze toward the Lady of the Lagoons, bright as lightning against the darkened firmament. As Her storm rages, the circle dances, led by one ritualist who sends motes of glittering life and power to the Goddess above.

Calioliahali tells you, "I am however more surprised at the schism that appears to have formed in Serenwilde."

Nightmarish hues discolour the skies around Mysrai as She ascends, Her endless wings discolouring the firmament beyond Her as She takes Her place behind the Silent Lord. Her six arms bend impossibly to form complicated mudras as She begins channeling a flood of energy into Him.

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

You bounce up and down.

You think to yourself: excitement and hope My Shofets...!

Misty white starlight illuminates the skies with a luminous glow as the Empyreal Goddess follows Mysrai in formation, glistening essence shimmering forth from Her upturned hands to suffuse and bolster the Silent Lord in rays of immaculate, healing light.

With sharp gestures and jerking movements, the Bloodtide Coven dances, chanting your name. The sea answers, rending a watery gash into itself before dragging you away in its shrieking riptide.
The tempestuous Inner Sea.
A gentle breeze whistles around you. The ocean swells and rises like a massive heaving beast, the waves crested with angry white foam. The once crystal blue waters are now a wrathful glaucuous expanse that stretches far as the eye can see. Though the waters are relatively warm, a dangerous undertow can be felt trashing beneath the surface. The seaweed and other plant life is dragged about by choppy waves, and the seagulls struggle to remain in flight overhead.
You see exits leading south and northwest.
Your movement causes your magical shield to dissipate.
<-- YEETED AGAIN

Your eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across your face.

<-- RETURN
Streams of forgesmoke follow Terentia as She moves into position, Her place in the formation at the back with blades held in a cross. They hum, these blades, with pale light that as swirling smoke and bright white energies to reinforce what is offered to Nocht. The Goddess' eyes dart from side to side, energy coursing around the formation's flank in a protective manoeuvre.

(Veiled): Mysrai says, "Your offerings power Me, and Them! Look now upon the fruits of your labours, My Beloved, and see what a true Elder may accomplish!"

Lips curling up at the corners, Evette's mouth twists into a decidedly feral grin.

Alighting into position behind the Even Bladed in a current of sugar-spun energies, the Epicurean Lord lets out a hearty laugh as He exudes a joyous power and energy from His form, its rich, ambrosial glow providing succor and strength alike to the Silent Lord.

A single teardrop coalesces in the corner of Velcora's eyes.

Surging to join Her Cousins behind the Silent Lord, waves of power crest at the Sculptor of Waves' hands, frothing with watery energies that engulf the Awakener in a protective sphere of churning water.

(Veiled): Sulwh says, "Most Beloved! Be safe please while You protect us, and we will look after You."
(Veiled): You say, "You are as beautiful as ever, Most Beloved! I Believes in You!"

The Bloodtide Coven joins hands and turns its gaze toward the Lady of the Lagoons, bright as lightning against the darkened firmament. As Her storm rages, the circle dances, led by one ritualist who sends motes of glittering life and power to the Goddess above.

(Veiled): You say, "And we are here for You! And the Others...!"

The hollow voice of Sutekh reverberates in your mind, "And now, because of Her inability to swallow Herself for the sake of Her creation, they will both be doomed."

Drowned out by the waves and wind, a song of battle falls from Falaine's lips as she watches, waiting and ready.

The hollow voice of Sutekh reverberates in your mind, "The pain shackles her actions and leaves her blind to the path to success. This is why the Queen teaches Magnagorans to endure insufferable torment. The right paths are often the hardest."

Nialla Myeras, Midsummer Herald says, "That They all stand together in this should be enough to prove to you all how foolish this endeavour is."

You nod your head at Nialla.

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

In a melodic whisper, Elfen-shaped Fox Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Culture says, "It brings great danger to the entire Basin, and perhaps beyond."

The form of the Silent Lord is almost lost within the blazing currents of power that His Cousins channel to Him through the divine formation. With flowing movements almost like a dance, He weaves the shimmering immandivinus energies into the shadowy tendrils that still grasp towards the raging Great Spirit and Elder Goddess below.

Gyorn La'Saet says to Nialla, "It is nice to find common ground."

You think to yourself: a rush of anxiety - are the tidal flats /gone/?.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "This effort was doomed from the beginning."

You see Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons shout, "You cannot stop Me! She is already awake! I can feel her power! I can feel her presence, nestled here beside My heart!"

Nialla Myeras, Midsummer Herald says to Gyorn, "Surprising as it is, sometimes."

Caliph Eritheyl Ryseni, the Dissident says, "The common ground is always there, you need only make the effort to look."

You murmur softly to yourself.

Eritheyl's eyes twinkle enchantingly.

Li-varili presses the Eye of Dynara now directly against the Sea Spirit's chest. Her bright red hair flails about in the air, blown by storm winds, Her face now a mask of crimson veins ready to burst.

Nialla Myeras, Midsummer Herald says to Eritheyl, "Hence the need to find it."

Your melodic voice sings into Contemptible Sutekh's mind, "you can hear them listening, but also sense their distraction as the Elders fall into formation within the sky overhead."

The once ultramarine figure of the Sea Spirit is now entirely wreathed in tangles of crimson and scarlet, her fluid form streaked with crackling power that flows over her, blood red.

You wince in pain.

Gyorn gives a pained sigh.

As each Elder Divine takes Their place, the formation is complete. Strands of immanidivinus power, surging with indescribable colours and energy, issue from one Elder to the next in the ring surrouding Nocht, the Silent, leaping like arcs of pure light. The energies swirl in maelstrom, thundering and crackling as loud and bright as the crimson storm over the seas.

Golden shades radiate from your chest and your heart beats faster with newly-appeared determination.

Out from the Elders stretches a vast and starry net, quiet like the shadows, and yet infused with flickering blossoms of colour, glowing with a hushed healing light, droplets blue as the heart of the waves, strands as strong as cobalt steel, chaotic and unknowable as the web it resembles. The net falls down upon the Sea Spirit, its silent power fighting the blazing brilliance of the Eye of Dynara that still surges and blazes in Li-varili's hands.

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "Oh..."

The Bloodtide Coven joins hands and turns its gaze toward the Lady of the Lagoons, bright as lightning against the darkened firmament. As Her storm rages, the circle dances, led by one ritualist who sends motes of glittering life and power to the Goddess above.

You think to yourself: the net that is cast is one woven from So Many, so beautiful.

As the Divine web falls down upon the Sea Spirit, her bellowing rage fades slightly, and ultramarine reasserts itself wherever a strand of the net touches. Beside her, the sea's surging surface quiets ever so slightly, though the waves still rise and swirl with continued agitation, and the storm overhead still pours with drenching sorrow.

Raging with the power struggle between Li-varili and the other Elders, the Inner Sea and the Sea of Despair begin to swirl, to dance, to whirl until massive vortices of water arise from their centres, radiant with the embattled energies. A similar glow rises from the caverns of the Undervault, hinting at a comparable process occuring in the U
Undersea of Keph.

You think to yourself: a fluttering sensation, rousing like hope.

Rekath lifts up a wizzer image box and points it at Li-varili, pulling a lever on the side of the contraption. It begins to click and whirr, and a bulb rises up from the contraption. With a bright flash, you find yourself blinded momentarily. As your vision recovers, you notice a piece of paper floating into Rekath's hands from the machine.

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

You see the following people here:
Qillilitli, Gael, Mmellialleh, Azazilliy, Evette, Velcora, Yilan, Xiran, Sondayga, Lorina, Calfuray, Li-varili, Eritheyl, Qistrel, Uzriel, Calioliahali, Ashnezharr, Rekath, Xenthos, Gyorn, Nialla, Falaine, Zagreus, Esei, Gurashi.

With a melodic lilt, Caliph Rekath Ryseni of the Sand-sea says to you, "World might be over. At least want a memento on why."

You huff, puffing your cheeks.

A single teardrop coalesces in the corner of Calfuray's eyes.

Tears fill Velcora's eyes and begin to slowly run down her face.

You look at Velcora, expression filled with concern as you frown.

Lorina looks around and scratches her head.

Wreathed in crimson energy and fearless, Li-varili stares at the heavens. "They will not have Her!"

The formation of the Elder Divine struggles, the net curling and tangling about Li-varili and the Sea Spirit. Their powers feed into the seas and cause them to churn wildly, growing into maelstroms.

You think to yourself: Ah - but, They already have.

You look at Falaine hopefully.

In a melodic whisper, Elfen-shaped Fox Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Culture says, "How can we help?"

(Veiled): You say, "You can do it, Most Beloved!"

Grimly, Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity says to you, "A bit of mopping up."

With a melodic lilt, Caliph Rekath Ryseni of the Sand-sea says, "Dance with the coven, one supposes."

In a melodic whisper, Elfen-shaped Fox Velcora Lunarose, Minister of Culture says, "Help stop Her..."

A she'nasim nereid says, "Join in the cause of the Lady of Lagoons. Contribute to Her workings!"

You narrow your eyes to thin slits.

Her hair billowing in a wild mane, eyes wild, Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons says, "Join the Coven! I WILL OPPOSE THEM!"

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "You could start by casting Calfuray out of the Serenwilde."

A wry smile spreads across Xenthos's face.

Shifting his attention towards a she'nasim nereid, Gael's good ear twitches faintly.

Scourge Evette Stormcrow, the Heartless thinks to herself: What can we do to aide you, Lord Nocht.

Eritheyl glances askance at Xenthos.

Velcora creases her brow in a frown.

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "Never in a bajillion years."

A she'nasim nereid says, "JOIN! JOIN! Her will be done!"

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "I think not."

With a melodic lilt, Caliph Rekath Ryseni of the Sand-sea says, "You need'n't ask me twice. Things are gloriously chaotic and I am living for this."

Gyorn La'Saet says, "Since she is still in the coven."

A she'nasim nereid says, "Join Her! She is stronger than all of Them!"

Nialla Myeras, Midsummer Herald says, "Join in Her madness? She cannot beat Them all! And She is causing the Spirit pain, in Her attempt to Awaken Her without support from Them!"

With a voice like steel, Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity says, "Never."

With sharp gestures and jerking movements, the Bloodtide Coven dances, chanting Falaine's name. The sea answers, rending a watery gash into itself before dragging her away in its shrieking riptide.

Ashnezharr offers his hand to Rekath, who accepts membership into the Bloodtide Coven.

A she'nasim nereid says, "She does not need Them, She has us! She'nasim rises!"

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

Nialla Myeras, Midsummer Herald says, "You are all as mad as She is."

Gyorn La'Saet says to Rekath, "You realize you're opposing both of your Divine patrons in this right?"

Esei exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from their lungs.

Madam Lorina, Matron of the Arts says, "The beauty of the seas will be made manifest! Every spirit should have a right to exist!"

A she'nasim nereid cackles hellishly.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to Gyorn, "Rekath has never cared about such things. Only himself."

Mmellialleh ponders a savage gatorshark thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

Xiran raises a palm in the air.

You have emoted: Gurashi watches the Formation in the sky helplessly, wings flapping behind them.

Velcora tugs urgently on Calfuray's sleeve.

Comprehension flashes across Gyorn's face.

Rolling forth across the heavens, the voice of Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves resounds, "The Sea Spirit is struggling! The waters of the seas are caught between the awakening power of Li-varili and what We endeavour to do: to put her into restful sleep! Mortals, find the maelstroms at each sea's centre, put down the waking forms sustained by the excess energies therein! Help Us bring the corrupted Sea Spirit to rest!"

Comprehension flashes across Xiran's face.

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Ah! Something to do!"

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Lorina, "Yes but She is in so much pain! It is not right!"

Nialla Myeras, Midsummer Herald says to Lorina, "Can you not see the pain She brings to the Spirit by trying to does this without the support of Those who could actually help Her?"

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Find the maelstrom..."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Lorina, "She deserves to exist but NOT like this!"

Madam Lorina, Matron of the Arts exclaims, "If only you all did not interfere!"

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Gyorn La'Saet shouts, "Very well, my Lady."

Crackling crimson energy has now all but fused with Li-varili's maddening form. She speaks, each word imbued with the crooning tang of overwhelming power: "My play things. Creatures gifted Me by enamoured Blooredi, rise!" In the waters about the Goddess, the many sea beasts of the deeps leap and flail to their Mistress's call.

Nialla Myeras, Midsummer Herald says to Lorina, "No one, NOTHING should live in that of pain."

Uzriel offers his hand to Sapphira, who accepts membership into the Bloodtide Coven.

You see Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons shout, "My Uskashyth, My creatures of the deeps, stop the mortals on their fools errands!"

With a melodic lilt, Caliph Rekath Ryseni of the Sand-sea says, "Can you not see the pain she has endured. Justice is as justice does."

A she'nasim nereid says, "Transformation and Strength come from Pain. All will be made greater through its application."

Face flushing, you exclaim to Lorina, "I thought you were -nice-! This is -incredibly- not nice...!"

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

Xiran shakes her head sadly, grip tightening on an athame dagger.

A savage gatorshark blinks incredulously at Li-varili.

Madam Lorina, Matron of the Arts exclaims to you, "I am! I love the sea! This has been RUINED by those who do not understand!"

(Shadowlight): Esei says, "Where shall we begin?"
(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Come to me, I'm starting in the Undersea."

You see the following people here:
Calfuray, Rekath, Uzriel, Li-varili, Lorina, Sapphira, Ashnezharr, Zagreus, Gurashi.

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

You shake your head.

You have emoted: Gurashi steps away, still shaking their head.

<-- Yeets to help!
The lingering notes of harmonic purity swell to impossible heights as you step confidently through the song of reality itself.
Cramped passage through the rocks.
A narrow opening in the sheet of rock crushes inward, scarcely offering room to breathe, let alone swim between their claustrophobic walls. Pushing and pulling with forceful insistence, the currents thrusting through here carry mineral sediment and organic debris, the taste cold and coppery on the tongue. Patches of lichen cling to the sides, cushioning impact with slippery surfaces which resist all attempts to grasp for purchase. The darkness that consumes the underwater path is absolute, its twists and turns and hollowed indentations dizzying all remaining senses. A leopard lurks in the shadows, curiously watching anything that moves. A ferocious, black crow flies here with black wings spread. Standing majestically, a lady-like penguin with a sparkling, opalescent scarf surveys the surroundings. Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist with a Regal face is here, shrouded. He wields a black avian hilted katana with both hands. Eyes gleaming with daring, a Horizon Walker stands here armed and ready to face the vast unknown. Scourge Evette Stormcrow, the Heartless with an Angel face swarms with smoldering darkness here, ravenous shadows churning wildly about her. She wields a black stone athame in her right hand. Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk floats here, suffusing the air with the sickly-sweet scent of blackthorn blossoms. They wield a lissom blooming blackthorn staff in their left hand.
You see exits leading east and out.

With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "The thing is that I want the Undersea to flood."

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

<-- fight spam with the Nereids!

Surging high in a cresting tidal wave, a vortex of abyssal waters spits forth a strange, watery amoeba, its glistening body tenuous and shifting.
You may eat another purity dust wafer.

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Ameobas."

<< THEY HURT A LOT FOLKS

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Ow, ow owo w."

<< LOOOOTS OF FIGHTING AND DISCOVERING AMOEBAS SUCK

A pleasantly saccharine scent rises from a well-worn apron covered in colorful pockets as it begins to glow.
Bursts of steam and beams of holy light pour out of a well-worn apron covered in colorful pockets as you rifle through it, eventually pulling out equal fistfuls of powdered sugar which you hurl aggressively into a writhing aquamorphic amoeba's face, blinding him with a delicious powdery cloud of white.
The contents of a well-worn apron covered in colorful pockets have battered a writhing aquamorphic amoeba to a pulp.
You have slain a writhing aquamorphic amoeba.
Shattering into globules of salty, bright blue water, a writhing aquamorphic amoeba splits once again to release a pair of jittering aquamorphic amoebas.
A small quantity of sovereigns spills from the corpse.
Xenthos grabs the gold and distributes it to F'ai Glomdoring.

<-- MUCH FIGHTING LATER

With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "They split like larvae."

(Celest): Terentia says, "New Celest, raise your swordarms and aide Us! Lantra, Carakhan and I are focusing our energies on the Sea, but we need you to disrupt these aquamorphs!"

In a quiet, lilting voice, Umbral Evoker Gael, Wyrden Idolator asks, "They're just splitting, is this working?"

Comprehension flashes across Esei's face.

Soft melodies resound in concordance with each other as Sulwh declares, "This is Our Will. For Freedom. For the Awakeners."

(Celest): You say, "We are doing as such, Lady Even-Blade!"

(Shadowlight): Yilan says, "... they break apart into different types. towering, writhing, jittering."
(Shadowlight): Calioliahali says, "We are engaged with the amoeba at a vortex within the Sea of Despair."
(Shadowlight): Esei says, "Stop using your gnomeweapons IMMEDIATELY."

(Celest): You say, "We will continue to fight! Believes in You all, too!!"
(Celest): Carakhan says, "Do what you can to assist the Sea Spirit, New Celest. We Elders shall maintain Our formation."
(Celest): Tridemon says, "Well, thus far I've killed about... eighty of these nereids, so they'll have a bit more trouble intervening."

<-- fight fight fight

(Celest): Falaine says, "To arms, New Celest! We will prevail!"
(Celest): Lantra says, "Even as things look most dire, all hope is not lost. I trust that you shall do what is needed, Children of the Light."
(Celest): You say, "We will not give up, no!"
(Celest): Gyorn says, "I wish that I could stay, farewell and good luck."
(Celest): You say, "Wowee these things are noisy!"

<-- FINALLY WE CLEARED THE ROOM JFC

You pant like a dog.

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "Wowee."

Sulwh nods his head at you.

Falaine nods her head emphatically.

Ilistala, an enormous leopard paws the ground and shuffles about impatiently.

Gael peers at a swirling vortex of abyssal waters unscrupulously.

Esei peers at a cloud of contagion unscrupulously.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "That was VERY unpleasant."

You narrow your eyes, peering about suspiciously.

Drily, Contemptible Sutekh says, "You're supposed to put the corpses into the vortex."

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "The vortex is here in the Undersea, as well."

Faragan tells you, "Porting to you to help if I can."

With a mighty heave-ho, Esei foists the corpse of a towering aquamorphic amoeba into the dark gullet of a swirling vortex of abyssal waters, eliciting sprays of seawater and thunderous foam.
Currents of water rush to and fro as a swirling vortex of abyssal waters seizes and shrinks, the hungry void within the sea inching itself shut with every amoeba returned.

Like a sudden burst of a cannon, a geyser of water erupts from a swirling vortex of abyssal waters, tossing the corpse of a jittering aquamorphic amoeba that Esei tried placing into its dark gullet into the sky where it soon lands and floats amongst the churning waters.

You stare blankly into space.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Oh."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Uh oh."

Rolling forth across the heavens, the voice of Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves resounds, "Take the foul creatures and throw them into the Vortexes of the sea! That shall quell the maelstroms."

With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "The towering ones."

(OOC Clan): Lorina says, "Whomp. Counter event."

Caliph Sulwh says, "Do we have any towering corpses?"

Nepenthe Dahyu looks skeptical and says, "I got two."

(Shadowlight): Yilan says, "The last amoeba tactic is working. We're in the Sea of Despair."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Put any ameoba corpses in."

Caliph Sulwh says, "Has to be towering."

Caliph Sulwh says, "Or else it rejects it."

With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "It only accepts the towering ones."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "We find more, to murder?"

Sulwh nods his head at you.

Caliph Sulwh says to you, "The towering ones spawn more."

With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "They are emitted from the vortex every now and then."

With a mighty heave-ho, Nepenthe foists the corpse of a towering aquamorphic amoeba into the dark gullet of a swirling vortex of abyssal waters, eliciting sprays of seawater and thunderous foam.
Currents of water rush to and fro as a swirling vortex of abyssal waters seizes and shrinks, the hungry void within the sea inching itself shut with every amoeba returned.

(Shadowlight): Yilan says, "Maybe we should stick together for optimal, uh, longevity."
(Shadowlight): You say, "Yes!"
(Shadowlight): Yilan says, "Who's with the main group, please!"

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "There's one north of us."

Sulwh nods his head emphatically.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "If someone wants to kill it and return."

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "We've fifteen at the Undersea one, we're good here."
(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Sounds like your other group could use more."

Sulwh nods his head emphatically.

The hollow voice of Sutekh reverberates in your mind, "The world won't end just because of some water or a mad spirit, I think, even if She did succeed. Spirits are weaker than Gods."

You sense the piercing eyes of Ashnezharr looking upon you. <-- OH NO, THE SIGNAL FOR DANGER

A faraway look crosses Luce's features, captivated by something you can neither see nor hear. In an instance, the sea rises in a swirl of bubbles and spite, swallowing him and leaving nothing in its wake.

Echoing all around you, sweet music fills your senses, achingly and devastatingly beautiful. You cannot help but follow it to its source, lured through the briny seas to the very heart of the Bloodtide Coven.
The tempestuous Inner Sea.
You see exits leading north, southeast, southwest, and down.

You blink.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Awhah."

You see the following people here:
Mmellialleh, Lorina, Luce, Sapphira, Li-varili, Ashnezharr, Zagreus, Tikki, Rekath, Calfuray, Gurashi.

A she'nasim nereid cackles hellishly.

Lorina looks around and scratches her head.

Dazed, you whisper, "Hello?"

The sea rises and parts, revealing Nialla from the depths, disoriented and bewildered.

You suddenly shout, "POOF!" as if expecting something.

Using his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Luce makes a quiet clicking noise.

<-- NYOOM
You have reached your destination.
The seething Sea of Despair.
Small particles of dust fly through the air, caught up in a moderate gale. The tempestuous waters of the oceans froth with dingy white foam, flecked with rotting marine life, and strong undercurrents that threaten the unsuspecting swimmer. Though fish or other life forms are hard to see in the cloudy dark waters, the ocean suddenly swells in suspicious patterns against the waves and crashes down again. The smell of rotting fish and vegetation permeates the polluted waters, which are oily and viscous, sticking to the skin in a corrupting film. The surface of the sea is further marred by large bloody red slicks that churn in the rough waters and their frothing creates a bloody fog that makes visibly a challenge. Razor-sharp clumps of seaweed sway under their own power, their meaty fronds reaching out like so many spindly fingers. Axiom Yilan Skydrifter is here, wreathed in a flickering mandala of silvery light. They wield a delicate crystal staff in their left hand and a silvery-pink shield of white rabbits in their right hand.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, southwest, west, and northwest.

Raising their hand in greeting, Yilan says "Hi!"

You begin to follow Yilan.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Let's GET THEMS."

Trapped in a towering aquamorphic amoeba, Tridemon has drowned in the rage of the seas.
You see the death occur at the tempestuous Inner Sea.

You flail about helplessly.

Violet lightning crackles across the firmament, the heavy stormclouds above momentarily parting with the force of its passage to reveal the stars.

Azazilliy bows politely to you, dark-feathered wings pushing a soft breeze in your direction.

Your eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across your face.

Yilan flails about helplessly.

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "Most Beloved..."

The formation of the Elder Divine holds in a gleaming ring above Li-varili, the net They bear shifting ever downwards to curl about the writhing Sea Spirit, who alternates between weeping and screaming, her voice like the sound of a thousand storms rushing up against shore. Li-varili strains back, lashes of crackling crimson and mute green leaping up from Her form like kelp and seaweed, snapping and dragging at the other Elders to pull Them out of position. So the Elder Divine battle amongst themselves, while the vortices rage below upon the seas.

A faraway look crosses Qillilitli's features, captivated by something you can neither see nor hear. In an instance, the sea rises in a swirl of bubbles and spite, swallowing her and leaving nothing in its wake.

Azazilliy is drafted into Yilan's Squad.
Calioliahali is drafted into Yilan's Squad.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Do want to follow me or me follow you? I am going to murder things I thinks."

Azazilliy creases their brow in a frown.

You fret over everything that might go wrong.
You fret over everything that might go wrong.
You fret over everything that might go wrong.

A faraway look crosses Calioliahali's features, captivated by something you can neither see nor hear. In an instance, the sea rises in a swirl of bubbles and spite, swallowing her and leaving nothing in its wake.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "The Nereids will probably call me, though, as a warnings."

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

You narrow your eyes, peering about suspiciously.

Yilan nods their head emphatically.

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "We too plan to murder things."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to Yilan, "I can follow you."

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "We'll all be summoned."

You nod your head emphatically.

Azazilliy nods their head at you.

Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "Follow please."

You brandish a peacock psalterium lyre menacingly.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Let's do this."

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "Thank you for joining us, psuedo-comrade."

(OOC Clan): Esei says, "...where the fuck am i." <-- mood

Caressing your ear, the voice of Sulwh whispers, "Beloved. Do you wish to join us?" <-- missed this! Because immediately got yoinked LOL
Echoing all around you, sweet music fills your senses, achingly and devastatingly beautiful. You cannot help but follow it to its source, lured through the briny seas to the very heart of the Bloodtide Coven.
The tempestuous Inner Sea.
You see exits leading north, southeast, southwest, and down.

<-- RIP To this absolutely destroying my script :') Sorry for the spam to Anyone who could see it LOL

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "They are dragging people away from the group. If they do, teleport back to your leader."

The Bloodtide Coven links hands and lifts its many-layered voices in song. The chorus is a haunting, achingly beautiful melody, drifting through the waters and rising upon its treacherous tides.
The sea rises and parts, revealing Esei from the depths, disoriented and bewildered.

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

<-- NYOOMs and immediately gets attacked/entangled

With glittering malice, a she'nasim nereid slashes you across the torso with her razor-sharp nails, slicing through your defenses with brutal ease.

A she'nasim nereid tilts back her head as she sings a mournful song to you, entrancing in its dark, chaotic beauty.
The haunting notes of the melody stab through your mind as you stagger backwards, reeling with pain and anguish.

20 seconds later
Echoing all around you, sweet music fills your senses, achingly and devastatingly beautiful. You cannot help but follow it to its source, lured through the briny seas to the very heart of the Bloodtide Coven.
The tempestuous Inner Sea.
A barren island of tainted land floats here. Thick dreamy cotton clouds are spread across the firmament. The ocean swells and rises like a massive heaving beast, the waves crested with angry white foam. The once crystal blue waters are now a wrathful glaucuous expanse that stretches far as the eye can see. Though the waters are relatively warm, a dangerous undertow can be felt trashing beneath the surface. The seaweed and other plant life is dragged about by choppy waves, and the seagulls struggle to remain in flight overhead. Emerging from the sea's depths in brilliant colours, a monstrous reef of trident coral offers refuge for even the largest of creatures amongst its branching plates. With a jaded indifference, a glorious white swan graced with glistening wings of icy azure glides through the air here. Trailing eddies of dream motes, the evanescent form of a blithe dream phoenix lingers here, wings made of lissome shadows cascading behind her. A silver dragon turtle with crimson wings rests here, an air of majesty on her features. There are 6 she'nasim nereids here. Hands held together, many ritualists under the aegis of the Lady of the Lagoons stand here in a coven circle. A stunning fiend stands here, playing with her hair. Magrund, the brazen taurus paws the ground in agitation, clouds of smog and cinder erupting from his snout with every snort and grunt. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons floats here upon a swirl of blue water, Her wild red curls tangled like seaweeds. She wields a salt-kissed whip of lashing waters in Her left hand and the Eye of Dynara in Her right hand. Caliph Rekath Ryseni of the Sand-sea with a Skull face stands here amid chaotic, tossing waves of oil-slick colour. Glistening with a sanguine beauty, a she'nasim nereid casts a disdainful glare on her surroundings. A tremendous emerald and onyx hydra with wings of coruscating black flame looms here, five heads snapping viciously. Glistening with a sanguine beauty, a she'nasim nereid casts a disdainful glare on her surroundings. He are surrounded by a deflection bubble. Glistening with a sanguine beauty, a she'nasim nereid casts a disdainful glare on her surroundings.
You see exits leading north, southeast, southwest, and down.
You narrow your eyes, peering about suspiciously.

<-- YANKED AGAIN WEEP

With sharp gestures and jerking movements, the Bloodtide Coven dances, chanting your name. The sea answers, rending a watery gash into itself before dragging you away in its shrieking riptide.
The tempestuous Inner Sea.
Thick dreamy cotton clouds are spread across the firmament. The ocean swells and rises like a massive heaving beast, the waves crested with angry white foam. The once crystal blue waters are now a wrathful glaucuous expanse that stretches far as the eye can see. Though the waters are relatively warm, a dangerous undertow can be felt trashing beneath the surface. The seaweed and other plant life is dragged about by choppy waves, and the seagulls struggle to remain in flight overhead. Razor-sharp clumps of seaweed sway under their own power, their meaty fronds reaching out like so many spindly fingers.
You see exits leading south and northwest.
<-- AND THEN YEEETEEEDDDD IMMEDIATELY AFTER

A she'nasim nereid sneers and flicks her sharp fingers towards you, summoning forth a vortex of red kelp that throttles you in its ensnaring grip.
Paralysis slowly takes hold of your body.

<-- OH LORD FOR SOME REASON MY AC DOESN'T AUTO CURE PARALYSIS I LEARNED

A she'nasim nereid tilts back her head as she sings a mournful song to you, entrancing in its dark, chaotic beauty.
The haunting notes of the melody stab through your mind as you stagger backwards, reeling with pain and anguish.
A towering aquamorphic amoeba surges forward, wrapping its rippling form around you and gripping you tightly, pinning all your limbs.
You have been slain by a towering aquamorphic amoeba.
The mortal threads of your being severed, you scream in agony as the Divine spark within you enfolds your body with scorching flames.
You are dead and cannot do that.

The hollow voice of Sutekh reverberates in your mind, "No..."

Caressing your ear, the voice of Sulwh whispers, "Teleport to me beloved."
Caressing your ear, the voice of Sulwh whispers, "We will fight together."

<-- dead dead dead dead DEAD

Your melodic voice sings into Caliph Sulwh's mind, "Ah! Ouwah! Sorry! Wowee what a mess that all is!"
Caressing your ear, the voice of Sulwh whispers, "Yes. Come to me."
Your melodic voice sings into Caliph Sulwh's mind, "Just making sure - you are NOT helping the Lady of Lagoons right? Ahehehe."
Caressing your ear, the voice of Sulwh whispers, "If helping means killing, then yes."
<-- me frantically deffing up
Caressing your ear, the voice of Sulwh whispers, "Teleporting over? I have a big group here of Freedom fighters and Beloved."
Caressing your ear, the voice of Sulwh whispers, "Along with Glomdoring."

(Shadowlight): Yilan says, "We're at 3398 in the Sea of Despair."

The lingering notes of harmonic purity swell to impossible heights as you step confidently through the song of reality itself.
The Undersea of Keph.
The shadows have been gathered here. Dark swells of salty water rise and fall against the tenebrous backdrop of the Undervaults. Occasional droplets of water pepper the sea's surface from the high cavern ceiling, feeding the lurid depths. The dim glow of countless lichen colonies reflects off the water's surface, yet leave the inky waters impenetrably nebulous. An enormous whirlpool surrounds this abyssal vortex, perilous to any who get close. Fanning out an impressive frill of silky orange lily petals, a spore-laden vinestalker twitches curling fiddlehead fronds here. Only visible when focused on, Kaiyo the lucid dream stands here majestically. A tenebrous leopard is crouched within nearby shadows, her tail flicking back and forth excitedly. A noble falcon is perched here, its bright eyes regarding you watchfully. Kosuke, the cloud-bound Long is here, floating majestically. Surrounded by motes of blue light, a dark amethyst kirin with two spiralling silver horns displays peacock-patterned wings. Standing majestically, a lady-like penguin with a sparkling, opalescent scarf surveys the surroundings. A looming mountain of soft textured fabrics, an enormous stuffed dragon sits here with a dopey grin. A fluffy husky puppy sniffs anything that isn't moving here. With a graceful countenance, a graceful swan graced with velvety wings of blush-pink glides through the air here. As still as a magnificent statue, an exalted dragon peers out with serene gold eyes. A rejuvenating Disc of Life regularly pumps a healthy aura into the area. A leopard lurks in the shadows, curiously watching anything that moves. A low, protective growl escaping his muzzle, a ruddy Nyalian mastiff sporting bronze platemail etched with sigils awaits instructions from his companion. There are 2 writhing aquamorphic amoebas here. Umbral Evoker Gael, Wyrden Idolator is here. He wields an octave mandolin of wyrden flora in his right hand. Eyes gleaming with daring, a Horizon Walker stands here armed and ready to face the vast unknown. Nepenthe Dahyu is here. Limned with holy fire, a radiant archangel hovers here, wings outstretched. Yire is here, pondering thoughtfully. He wields a chromatic mandolin of boozy bubbles in his right hand. Clad in matte black leather, a golden-eyed savage lingers here like a living shadow. Nialla Myeras, Midsummer Herald with a Crone face is here cloaked in translucent colours, her gaze gleaming with curious insight. She wields an athame dagger in her left hand. Divine radiance limns the figure of a holy champion who stands guard here, travailing against the ongoings of injustice. Caliph Eritheyl Ryseni, the Dissident is here, an ambrosial aura of hunger and indulgence radiating in waves about him. He wields a fiery basalt staff in his left hand. An earth elemental towers here, a behemoth of tainted rock and stone. The regal form of a Lady of Moonlight stands here, gleaming streamers of white fabric surrounding the graceful figure. Drenched in blood, a midnight-eyed savage lingers here appraising her surroundings. Clothed in starry robes of Void-spun brocade, a Merchant of Thelem waits here. He are surrounded by a deflection bubble. Cree-Dae Hiua'zal, Kistan of the Sanguine Refrain with a Regal face stands here, the air around him filled with an ominous ticking noise. He wields a richly carved cherrywood lyre inlaid with mother-of-pearl in his left hand and a Wand of Wonder in his right hand. Revelrous Afrit Dahyu, Lazula of the Sands is here, an ambrosial aura of hunger and indulgence radiating in waves about him. He wields a fiery basalt staff in his left hand and a ghoulish whip in his right hand.
You see exits leading north, southeast, southwest, and in.
As you enter her territory, a tenebrous leopard utters a harsh, guttural snarl and stares unnervingly into your eyes. Unimpressed, the leopard huffs derisively and stalks away.
An enormous stuffed dragon narrows his opal marble eyes and bares his soft felt teeth at you.
Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at you hopefully.

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "We're still trying to close the Undersea, too."

<-- fight fight fight

With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "Good. Hive bastards deserve them."

You sway anxiously in your spot.

Chundae puts the corpse of a jittering aquamorphic amoeba into a swirling vortex of abyssal waters.
With a mighty heave-ho, Chundae foists the corpse of a jittering aquamorphic amoeba into the dark gullet of a swirling vortex of abyssal waters, eliciting sprays of seawater and thunderous foam.
Lightning cracks overhead as a pulse of aquamarine light shudders through a swirling vortex of abyssal waters, the waters ceasing their churning and begin to close in on themselves like a rip mended with thread. There is a quiet in the storm, until a shriek of something hits your ears: a subaural sound as the waters pitch once more, the flailing limbs of a monstrous anemone emerging from below as the sea offers a last ditch effort to defend itself.

"Ahah!" Eritheyl exclaims triumphantly.

Revelrous Afrit Dahyu, Lazula of the Sands says, "Ooh."

Your melodic voice sings into Axiom Yilan Skydrifter's mind, "I have returned to the Vortex! Becaues ... death!"

The waters churn below Octineon, an enormous anemone, twisting into a vast, treacherous whirlpool. Tsunami waves crash above you, driving you into the merciless seas, drowning your lungs with salt and foam while dragging you in.
Octineon, an enormous anemone shudders violently as virulent poison leaks out from its needle-tipped appendages into the waters you are swimming it. As it touches your skin, it stings and burns and your body begins to seize in allergic reaction.
A lady-like penguin with a sparkling, opalescent scarf leaps into the air in front of a dirty fink, deflecting the attack.
Horror overcomes Gael's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Vyell's face as her body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Evette's face as her body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Sutekh's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Xenthos's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Sondayga's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Luce's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Nepenthe's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Faragan's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Eritheyl's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Afrit's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Nialla's face as her body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Esei's face as their body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Falaine's face as her body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Kistan's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Yire's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
You are afflicted with paralysis.
Horror overcomes Tikki's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Sulwh's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Chundae's face as her body stiffens into paralysis.
The waters churn below Octineon, an enormous anemone, twisting into a vast, treacherous whirlpool. Tsunami waves crash above you, driving you into the merciless seas, drowning your lungs with salt and foam while dragging you in.
An enormous stuffed dragon leaps into the air in front of Epicurus, Master of the Garden, deflecting the attack.
A ruddy Nyalian mastiff sporting bronze platemail etched with sigils leaps into the air in front of a noxious cloud, deflecting the attack.
Bizirik, the leothin leaps into the air in front of a plush doll of Methrenton, Crusader of the Holy Flame, deflecting the attack.
A dusky mauve wyvern with nebulous wings of coiling white smoke leaps into the air in front of a dirty fink, deflecting the attack.
As Chundae's attack lands, she blows a massive bubble with her bubble gum, forming a protective shield around her.
Octineon, an enormous anemone's heavy tentacles crack into the surface of the sea, pitching colossal, watery shockwaves to consume everyone and everything. Your legs snap beneath the crushing force, agony shooting up your spine as you are battered and flung.

<-- Yeeted but this time by my enemy anemone

Your melodic voice sings into Axiom Yilan Skydrifter's mind, "Are you O-K??"
Your melodic voice sings into Axiom Yilan Skydrifter's mind, "Do not get separeated! if can help it!"

Nepenthe Dahyu says, "Need to kill an anemone."

Yilan tells you, "It's hard but we're trying."

Crackling power rushes over the Undersea of Keph as the vortex dissipates and the energies are returned entirely back into the waves themselves.

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "We got one vortex closed. Out of it came a very strong anemone."

<-- SO MUCH FIGHTING AAAAAAA

You pant like a dog.

You see the following people here:
Nepenthe, Sutekh, Afrit, Gael, Chundae, Nialla, Falaine, Vyell, Tikki, Sulwh, Gurashi.

The hollow voice of Sutekh reverberates in your mind, "I'm...not trying to interfere or sabotage this because you didn't try to do the same up above. Or else I'd have a lot of declarations out right now and a lot of rooms effects stacking onto people's deaths."

"You're out of control~," sings Chundae, quickly playing a celebratory tune on a sweet pink blown-glass viola with a whimsical confectionery motif.

Sulwh nods his head emphatically.

<-- lots of attempts to fight the anemone and getting thrown out

The soul of Yire says, "What are you all doing here."

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "Saving the world?"

You see the following people here:
Tikki, Xenthos, Afrit, Yire, Chundae, Falaine, Kistan, Sulwh, Evette, Gurashi.

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Jade Dreamer Luce Shevat shouts, "Wait, the coral, not the vortices?"

Revelrous Afrit Dahyu, Lazula of the Sands says, "Getting moved."

Sulwh makes a beckoning motion to no-one in particular.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Or trying to."

You begin to follow Sulwh.

Chundae Lunarose says, "We keep getting buffeted, I think."

You nod your head emphatically.
Chundae nods her head emphatically.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "We keep getting THROWED."

The soul of Yire says, "The anemone is to the south."

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

You see Caliph Sulwh yell, "If you got separated, follow me."

(For the Basin): Sutekh says, "No chance on keeping the Undersea one open? Not even if I plead?"

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Yes, it keeps moving us away."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "The covens is rude!"

"Heh heh heh" Yire chuckles.

Sulwh nods his head emphatically.

Sulwh makes a beckoning motion to no-one in particular.

Caliph Sulwh says, "We will gather up to kill a big thing."

Primarch Shango D'Cente, Dark Animus of the Machine says, "What to kill?"

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Anemone."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Oh, the anemoneee..."

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

The soul of Yire says, "I should probably pray for salvation before I lose the strength to keep a link."

Caliph Sulwh says, "Moving."

Primarch Shango D'Cente, Dark Animus of the Machine says, "What's happening?"

Xenthos nods his head emphatically.

<-- Running around!

The chiming of precious metal striking together signals the arrival of a wheelworked extravagant magpie. While soaring overhead, a wheelworked extravagant magpie opens its back compartment and turns upside down to drop a wooden training katana into your hands as it flashes its shiny wings triumphantly.
He is loyal to Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters.

Your melodic voice sings into Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters's mind, "Thank you dear one!"

The soul of Yire says, "Seems like he likes throwing things."

You ponder the situation.

You nod your head emphatically.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "He sure does!"

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "He hits so hard...."

Tikki says, "That is one spicy anemone..."

Revelrous Afrit Dahyu, Lazula of the Sands says, "That hurts."

You nod your head sagely.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Owow."

You see the following people here:
Steingrim, Gael, Yire, Falaine, Afrit, Tikki, Gurashi.

You brandish a peacock psalterium lyre menacingly.

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "I think we need everyone here, including all of you up on the Sea of Despair."
(Shadowlight): Evette says, "Group on me! [52547]."
(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "This thing hits -hard-."

You nod your head sagely.

(Shadowlight): Azazilliy says, "We are on our way, yes."
(Shadowlight): You say, "I am coming to you."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Going to Xenthos, yes."
Falaine nods her head at you.
Gael begins to follow you.

You sense the piercing eyes of Ashnezharr looking upon you.
The psionic field around your mind lashes out at Ashnezharr.

(Shadowlight): Esei says, "As a reminder, teleport, do not path."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "He sounds responsible."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Ah."

Gael nods his head at you.

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Teleport to me."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "They are gonna tug meeeeee."

(Shadowlight): Esei says, "Ashnezharr scrying me."

Reaching out with your mind, you grasp the harmonic song of the domothean energies as you seek Xenthos.

YOINK
Echoing all around you, sweet music fills your senses, achingly and devastatingly beautiful. You cannot help but follow it to its source, lured through the briny seas to the very heart of the Bloodtide Coven.
The tempestuous Inner Sea.
You see exits leading north, southeast, southwest, and down.

AND YEET
With sharp gestures and jerking movements, the Bloodtide Coven dances, chanting your name. The sea answers, rending a watery gash into itself before dragging you away in its shrieking riptide.
The tempestuous Inner Sea.
A gentle breeze whistles around you. The ocean swells and rises like a massive heaving beast, the waves crested with angry white foam. The once crystal blue waters are now a wrathful glaucuous expanse that stretches far as the eye can see. Though the waters are relatively warm, a dangerous undertow can be felt trashing beneath the surface. The seaweed and other plant life is dragged about by choppy waves, and the seagulls struggle to remain in flight overhead.
You see exits leading north, southeast, southwest, and down.

Vyell D'Cente, Desert Sage says to Shango, "All this excitement, and me without my reflexes."

You pant like a dog.

Chundae nods her head sagely at you.

Velcora hugs Chundae compassionately.

Rolling forth across the heavens, the voice of Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves resounds, "Bring the amoeba to the vortices to create the anemone, mortals. With its power, you may bring it to the coral and weaken Li-varili's efforts."

Raising their hand in greeting, Yilan says "Hi!"
You nod your head sagely.

You sense the piercing eyes of Zagreus looking upon you. <-- OH NO

"You're out of control~," sings Chundae, quickly playing a celebratory tune on a sweet pink blown-glass viola with a whimsical confectionery motif.

YOOOOINK
Echoing all around you, sweet music fills your senses, achingly and devastatingly beautiful. You cannot help but follow it to its source, lured through the briny seas to the very heart of the Bloodtide Coven.
The tempestuous Inner Sea.
You see exits leading north, southeast, southwest, and down.

<-- TP TO MY FRENS

(Veiled): You say, "We are doing our bestest, Most Beloved! It is hard!"

Soft melodies resound in concordance with each other as Sulwh declares, "Another attempt. We must try again to support Our Divine."

(Veiled): Mysrai says, "Fear not, for My powers know bounds beyond even that of My kin. I shall empower Nocht alone if I must, to buy you enough time."

Xenthos nods his head emphatically.

You see Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist yell, "Come in here to me."

(Veiled): You say, "Ahehe! It won't come to it, Most Beloved! We will gets it done!!"

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "We're inside the grotto."

You see Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist yell, "We're inside the Grotto."

Bandit Steingrim La'Saet, the Shadow Ranger says, "Drop mono to stop the summons?"

Emotionlessly, Scourge Evette Stormcrow, the Heartless says, "No."

Emotionlessly, Scourge Evette Stormcrow, the Heartless says, "They need to teleport in."

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says, "It does not appears to stop them."

Sulwh nods his head emphatically.

Comprehension flashes across Steingrim's face.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "I'm not sure if it works, but we need it to not be here so people can come back."
Axiom Yilan Skydrifter says, "It doesn't work. Even dead people are summoned."

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "Rude."

Using his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Luce makes a quiet clicking noise.

Xenthos makes a beckoning motion to no-one in particular.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Follow me."

Esei's eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across their face.

You sense the piercing eyes of Ashnezharr looking upon you.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Noooo."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "The anemone will move you out."

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "They're gonna summon meeee."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "If it does, you need to run back quickly."

Caliph Sulwh says to Xenthos, "Following."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Waiting on Yilan."

The hollow voice of Sutekh reverberates in your mind, "You could..you could always not? Be here?"

Xenthos beckons to Yilan.

Xiran blinks.

Sulwh nods his head emphatically.

Caliph Sulwh says, "They keep summoning."

Your melodic voice sings into Bandit Steingrim La'Saet, the Shadow Ranger's mind, "It is shield-resistant."

Yilan nods their head emphatically.

Your melodic voice sings into Contemptible Sutekh's mind, "And not help save the world?!"

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "All right, we're going out."

Sulwh nods his head emphatically.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Here we go."

You nod your head emphatically.

Chundae nods her head sagely.

<-- ATTACK ANEMONE ENEMY AND GET YOTE

A tornadic waterspout screams through the area, a black cyclone amidst daggers of lightning viciously hurling waves and people alike.

Octineon, an enormous anemone's heavy tentacles crack into the surface of the sea, pitching colossal, watery shockwaves to consume everyone and everything. Your legs snap beneath the crushing force, agony shooting up your spine as you are battered and flung.
Ilistala, an enormous leopard leaps into the air in front of a door, deflecting the attack.
You are afflicted with damagedrightleg.
The waters churn below Octineon, an enormous anemone, twisting into a vast, treacherous whirlpool. Tsunami waves crash above you, driving you into the merciless seas, drowning your lungs with salt and foam while dragging you in.
A dirty fink has been slain by Octineon, an enormous anemone.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Azazilliy, they screams in agony as flames engulf their body and burn it to a crisp.
A plush doll of Methrenton, Crusader of the Holy Flame has been slain by Octineon, an enormous anemone. <-- it's me!
The mortal threads of your being severed, you scream in agony as the Divine spark within you enfolds your body with scorching flames.
The waters churn below Octineon, an enormous anemone, twisting into a vast, treacherous whirlpool. Tsunami waves crash above you, driving you into the merciless seas, drowning your lungs with salt and foam while dragging you in.
The waters churn below Octineon, an enormous anemone, twisting into a vast, treacherous whirlpool. Tsunami waves crash above you, driving you into the merciless seas, drowning your lungs with salt and foam while dragging you in.
Xenthos narrowly sidesteps the attack, careful to hold onto a sweet fedora for dear life lest it fly away in the ruckus.
An Orb of Creation has been slain by Octineon, an enormous anemone.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Sondayga, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body and burn it to a crisp.

You are dead and cannot do that.

The hollow voice of Sutekh reverberates in your mind, "Close the surface two! Let the Undersea one destroy the Undervault!"

Roiling waves of dark-hued water crash into you with unbearable weight, leaving you out of breath and your limbs burning with weariness as you try to stay above the surface.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "...ow."

You see the mouth of the soul of Azazilliy moving as if in speech, though you hear nothing.

The hollow voice of Sutekh reverberates in your mind, "What of value is down here???"

<-- I LIVE AGAIN
You draw deeply upon the spark burning within you, fanning it furiously until you bathe, bright and radiant, in phoenix flames. You feel the threads of your existence char and fray as you sear a hole through reality, forging a new life for yourself.

Your melodic voice sings into Contemptible Sutekh's mind, "I am just helping the efforts of my friends and allies and that is where they are focusing - I do not want anyone who does not have to die die!"

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

(Shadowlight): You say, "Is anyone still there??"
(Shadowlight): Yilan says, "Yes."
(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Yes."
(Shadowlight): Esei says, "I believe we're just north of it."

<-- Nyoom to my friends!

Nocht, the Silent continues to lead the formation against Li-varili, and the Elder Divine are now straining in Their efforts, the power arcing ever about them in brightening rings. The dazzling net touches the Sea Spirit here and there, and every touch saps the red from her form and restores a hue of ultramarine. But Li-varili clutches the Eye of Dynara, and powered by Her Coven, lashes back at the Divine in crackling strands of power like bloody kelp.

Agent Qillilitli Skydrifter says, "Barrier?"

Sarcastically, Nialla Myeras, Midsummer Herald says to Sutekh, "Yes, such a wonderful idea."

(Shadowlight): Esei says, "My room is safe, but a monolith is down."
(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "So that whirlpool happens when it is attacked."

Mmellialleh mutters discontentedly.

(Shadowlight): Azazilliy says, "Is there someone in a room without a monolith?"

Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity says, "Look. The Elders are straining and we need to work as one."

(Shadowlight): Esei says, "Quickly."

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Me."

You nod your head emphatically.

Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity says, "Tactics."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Just attacking it knocks everyone away."

Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity says, "Hit and regroup?"

You nod your head emphatically.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "It knocked EVERYONE away, though ,like Xenthos said. IT hits very hard, yes."

Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity says, "Can anyone entangle or paralyse it? Freeze it?"

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

(Shadowlight): Esei says, "Any news on the vortices in the overseas?"

With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "Then you should just all run in one at a time. Maybe it gets stronger the more people are there."

Bandit Steingrim La'Saet, the Shadow Ranger says, "Try brume?"

Evette nods her head affirmatively.

With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "Hit once, get knocked out, next person goes in."

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "We cleared one but we're having trouble killing it."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "We could try that."

Xenthos purses his lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as he carefully gathers his thoughts.

Xiran bows her head and closes her eyes, radiating a brilliant healing aura. <-- giving healing to EVERYBODY what a good egg

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Let me try on my own."

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "Should we try to close the other vortexes as well?"

Contemptible Sutekh thinks to himself: Why the Nil am I incapable of not giving advice?

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Or will that just mean MORE anemonesnes."

Sutekh's elytra clack together sharply with a loud, if low, tone.

Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine says, "I can't believe I--."

Xiran mutters discontentedly.

(OOC Clan): Tikki says, "The Seal of Patience."

You timidly tap your fingers together.

<-- Xenthos returns!

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "That worked."

You blink.

With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "Told you."

You tilt your head and listen intently to Xenthos.

Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity says, "One at a time, then?"

Tikki claps his hands together merrily.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "One at a time? I can hit it once."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "It nearly killed me though."

With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "Ah."

Jade Dreamer Luce Shevat says, "That seems like a distinct drawback to that plan."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "So."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Run in on your own."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Can we do anything else to weaken it? If we cannot attack it."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Attack."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Can we ... talk to it."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Heal and repeat."

Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity says, "Time is ticking."

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter says to you, "Feed it..?"

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "...and tell it to go away."

You narrow your eyes, peering about suspiciously.

With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "It doesn't seem like it's hostile unless you hit it, funnily enough."

Falaine ponders the situation.

Using her tongue and the roof of her mouth, Evette makes a quiet clicking noise.

Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity says, "Try, Gurashi?"

(OOC Clan): You say, "I would like to bully the anemone."

Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity says, "See if it will speak."

You nod your head emphatically.

Tikki says, "I'm not certain tasty snacks would lure it to where it needs to go..."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "It is crazy!"

In an airy, melodic voice, you exclaim, "But maybe not so crazy!"

Caliph Sulwh says, "I dropped monolith and palm."

Cree-Dae Hiua'zal, Kistan of the Sanguine Refrain says, "Where is it from here?"

Caliph Sulwh says, "Don't pick it up."

You nod your head emphatically.

(Shadowlight): Xenthos (from the Aetherways) says, "That time it didn't kick me out as I was hitting it."

A faraway look crosses Luce's features, captivated by something you can neither see nor hear. In an instance, the sea rises in a swirl of bubbles and spite, swallowing him and leaving nothing in its wake.

Nialla Myeras, Midsummer Herald says, "Monolith doesn't seem to interfere with their summoning."

Caliph Sulwh says, "Unfortunate."

YOOOOOOOOOOINK
Echoing all around you, sweet music fills your senses, achingly and devastatingly beautiful. You cannot help but follow it to its source, lured through the briny seas to the very heart of the Bloodtide Coven.
The tempestuous Inner Sea.
You see exits leading north, southeast, southwest, and down.

"Eek!" you shout in fright.

Rolling forth across the heavens, the voice of Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves resounds, "The vortexes within the Sea of Despair and the Inner Sea remain open. Do what you can to close them!"

YEEEEEEEEEEET
With sharp gestures and jerking movements, the Bloodtide Coven dances, chanting your name. The sea answers, rending a watery gash into itself before dragging you away in its shrieking riptide.
The Undersea of Keph.
Dark swells of salty water rise and fall against the tenebrous backdrop of the Undervaults. Occasional droplets of water pepper the sea's surface from the high cavern ceiling, feeding the lurid depths. The dim glow of countless lichen colonies reflects off the water's surface, yet leave the inky waters impenetrably nebulous. Razor-sharp clumps of seaweed sway under their own power, their meaty fronds reaching out like so many spindly fingers.
You see exits leading northeast, south, and northwest.

A shifting, living poppy of teal-coloured petals displays a myriad of brilliant colours before its petals coalesce into a shade of deep cimmerian burgundy in the blink of an eye.

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "All right, let's close them."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Ooh."

Li-varili pushes back against the Elder Divine, bolstered by power from Her Bloodtide Coven. Her bright red tresses flutter about Her and seem to embrace the crimson Sea Spirit before Her. Links in the Divine net begin to tense, almost break, the droplets of blue and sparks of healing light blossoming as the other Elders fight to keep Her contained.

(Veiled): Mysrai says, "The power of the Eye...indescribable..."

In an airy, melodic voice, you whisper, "Which one do I do..."

Esei winces in pain.

(Veiled): You say, "A-are You O-K, Most Beloved??"

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Teleport to me."

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "I'm at 3398 - Sea of Despair."

<-- lots of running and TPing and fighting

(Veiled): Mysrai says, "Hurry, My Beloved. Against Her and Her spirit alone I could prevail, but the power of Mother's Eye taxes even My great strength."

(Veiled): You say, "We will hurry, Most Beloved! Hang in there, holdfasts!"

Sending: PLAY STARCHORD amoeba
Your attack passes through the shield of a towering aquamorphic amoeba, the protective sphere dissolving into thin air.
You play a stately chord on a peacock psalterium lyre and direct the notes towards a towering aquamorphic amoeba.
Holy fire erupts at the feet of a towering aquamorphic amoeba and engulfs him.
The charred corpse of a towering aquamorphic amoeba collapses in a heap of white ash.
You have slain a towering aquamorphic amoeba.
In a spray of salty water, a towering aquamorphic amoeba rumbles, ripples, roars, and bursts to split into two writhing aquamorphic amoebas.
A small quantity of sovereigns spills from the corpse.

<-- joins everyone again omfg

Arms begin to sprout from a writhing aquamorphic amoeba: one, then another, then a dozen, then several dozen. Like tentacles, they whip out all around the creature and grab you and all else in the area, holding you in a freezing, entangling grip.

You sense the piercing eyes of Zagreus looking upon you. <-- NNOOOOOOO

Surging high in a cresting tidal wave, a vortex of abyssal waters spits forth a strange, watery amoeba, its glistening body tenuous and shifting.

<-- SOOOO MANY MONSTERS AAAA

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "All right."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "We have to clear these out."

You have emoted: Gurashi glances skyward, furrowing their brow.

<-- murder murder

In an airy, melodic voice, you ask, "Which ones do you needs?"

Caliph Sulwh says, "All of them."

Caliph Sulwh says, "Put the corpses inside."

You put the corpse of a towering aquamorphic amoeba into a swirling vortex of abyssal waters. x8!
With a mighty heave-ho, you foist the corpse of a towering aquamorphic amoeba into the dark gullet of a swirling vortex of abyssal waters, eliciting sprays of seawater and thunderous foam.
Currents of water rush to and fro as a swirling vortex of abyssal waters seizes and shrinks, the hungry void within the sea inching itself shut with every amoeba returned.

Afrit's eyes widen in disbelief as he shouts, "Oh my GOD!"

You nod your head emphatically.

Falaine puts the corpse of a towering aquamorphic amoeba into a swirling vortex of abyssal waters.
With a mighty heave-ho, Falaine foists the corpse of a towering aquamorphic amoeba into the dark gullet of a swirling vortex of abyssal waters, eliciting sprays of seawater and thunderous foam.
Lightning cracks overhead as a pulse of aquamarine light shudders through a swirling vortex of abyssal waters, the waters ceasing their churning and begin to close in on themselves like a rip mended with thread. There is a quiet in the storm, until a shriek of something hits your ears: a subaural sound as the waters pitch once more, the flailing limbs of a monstrous anemone emerging from below as the sea offers a last ditch effort to defend itself.
A particularly large sea jelly leaps from Octineon, an enormous anemone, latching itself to Azazilliy's as tiny tendrils wrap themselves around their's face and thick, vile mucus drips from their chin as it seeps down into their lungs, choking the very air from them.

"Wow!" Chundae exclaims!

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "There we go."

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Esei shifts their eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Caliph Eritheyl Ryseni, the Dissident says, "Oh it's back."

A particularly large sea jelly leaps from Octineon, an enormous anemone, latching itself to Azazilliy's as tiny tendrils wrap themselves around their's face and thick, vile mucus drips from their chin as it seeps down into their lungs, choking the very air from them.

Caliph Sulwh says, "Kill the last amoeba."

Revelrous Afrit Dahyu, Lazula of the Sands says, "Octineon again!"

<-- lots of fighting and getting butts handed to us weep

(Shadowlight): You say, "Let us close the final vortex, yes?"

(Shadowlight): Falaine says, "Yes."

<-- cleared giant room of amoebas!

You nod your head emphatically.

You wipe the back of your hand across your head in relief as you mutter, "Whew."

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

(Shadowlight): Azazilliy says, "Do we have the location of the final vortex?"

Chundae nods her head at you.

You beam broadly.

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Working on it."
(Shadowlight): Calioliahali says, "Locating it now."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "This is scary!"

A powerful current rushes past you.
Esei tumbles in, riding a powerful current.

You reach out, pulling Esei into a tight embrace.

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Teleport to me."

Esei peers about themself unscrupulously.

Chundae Lunarose says to you, "Very very!"

Reaching out with your mind, you grasp the harmonic song of the domothean energies as you seek Xenthos.

Esei pats you in a friendly manner.

The hollow voice of Sutekh reverberates in your mind, "Both anemones have the same name?"

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "To Xenthos!"

Esei follows you ether.
The Illwater Lake.
The dark, grimy water of the Illwater Lake flows like black honey in slow currents. The occasional ripple travels over the otherwise still surface, and a dim red glow radiates from deep beneath the surface, filling the inky void. An occasional groan echoes forth from the stone basin in which the lake has formed, straining to support the thick broth. Long tentacles flailing wildly, a monstrous, slimy adorath glares hungrily at you through three purple eyes. Jade Dreamer Luce Shevat is here, shrouded. He wields a delicate crystal staff in his left hand and a functional steel spatula in his right hand. Clad in matte black leather, a golden-eyed savage lingers here like a living shadow. Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter is here, shrouded. They wield an emerald temporal resonator in their left hand and a circular shield of crystalline foliage in their right hand.
You see exits leading north, southeast, and southwest.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say to a slimy, amphibious adorath, "Have never been so happy to see you."

Your melodic voice sings into Contemptible Sutekh's mind, "Or it is the same... part of a greater whole?"

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "One moment."
(Shadowlight): Tridemon says, "The vortex in the inner sea is at 2891, by the way."
(Shadowlight): Calioliahali says, "It is here."
(Shadowlight): Tridemon says, "It's covered in amoebas."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Ah!"

LOOKIT XENTHOS
You follow Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist southwest to the tempestuous Inner Sea.
He is a nimble shadowlord faeling shadowfire-limned ascendant changeling and is much larger than normal, a bit over eight feet in height. His skin is a translucent ebony, pine-green shadows seeming to churn just below the surface. Fine white scars form an intricate lacework, lining his skin in a stark contrast. Glimmering with silver highlights, his hair is a rich, pure white, hanging thick and straight down to his shoulders. His right eye glows with red fire, containing tiny flecks of green seeming to dance in the flames, while his left is a scarred socket of tissue from which the original eye was plucked. In its place, an orb composed entirely of shadowfire has formed, constantly swirling within its confines. Both eyes roam the area, observing everything around him. His body is lean and lithe, long cables of muscle lying against his bones making him much stronger than first impression would think. He moves gracefully, making little to no noise when he chooses to walk, instinctively knowing where to place his feet for silence. Springing from his back are a pair of leathery wings, arching high and carried in a subconscious display of self-assurance, faint green tinges showing when struck by the light. Coiling around each wing, the imprint of a heavy chain has been branded into his flesh. The blackened links have worn to smooth, iridescent scars along which small wisps of shadowfire cavort.
His silvery hair is cut into an attractively short pixie cut, long bangs swept to one side. Each strand gleams with a faint emerald hue, granting a mysterious, verdant cast to his overall hairstyle.
He is wearing:
a suit of midnight flight field plate
an ebon necklace bound with a shadowfire gem
a midnight flight greathelm
a heavy damask stole of ebon threads
a bone talisman buried in the centre of his chest
an elegant arachnidine half-mask of silver webs
a circlet of crystal thorns
a featherweight charm
the Medallion of Nature
a Brooch of Crow Feathers
a Skeletal Crown of Nature's Way
a twisting armband of wyrden beauty
Tribal Prayer Beads of the Predator
a sinuate band of lustrous shadowfire
a Forsaken's veil
a pair of thin spectacles
an eyepatch of the aethers is positioned over his empty eyesocket, though the churning shadowfire beneath is still visible through it
the Tear of Shallah
a symbol of the Predator
a bone-wrought mark of the Predator
an iced medal of the Guardians
a Pendant of Apex Evolution
the Medallion of Life
a Brooch of the Night
a black crown of crow
a bloodied standard of the An'Ryshe bloodline
an embroidered mantle of flickering hope
a shadow-limned wreath of stygian feathers
Onyx Wings of the Burning Dragon
a three-finger ring bearing an amethyst scythe
a mechanised shell of commanding power
the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree.

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Here we are."

Caliph Eritheyl Ryseni, the Dissident says, "Ow."

<-- Soooo many amoebas

(Celest): You say, "Hold strong, friends!"

An overpoweringly strong female voice shouts, "Basla'oren shesha zyai!"

<-- loooooots of fighting

(Celest): You say, "We will overcome this, yes yes!"

Crackling power rushes over the Sea of Despair as the vortex dissipates and the energies are returned entirely back into the waves themselves.

<-- and moooooore fighting

(Celest): You say, "One more Vortex, one very angry anemone!"

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Teleport to us, we're killing amoebas and closing the last vortex."

Revelrous Afrit Dahyu, Lazula of the Sands says, "Care for a nereid swarm."

The sound like the howl of a wounded mad animal, Li-varili screams Her anger at the stormy skies.

In an airy, melodic voice, you ask, "Are there more? Where are more?"

Surging high in a cresting tidal wave, a vortex of abyssal waters spits forth a strange, watery amoeba, its glistening body tenuous and shifting.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Ow."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Here, I guess."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "This is the third and hopefully last."

Caliph Sulwh says, "Hold strong. For the love of our shared Basin."

You nod your head emphatically.

You nod your head sagely.

Chundae nods her head at Sulwh.

(Veiled): You say, "Are You O-K, Most Beloved?? We are nearly there, I thinks!"

(Veiled): Sulwh says, "Closing the last vortex now."

Currents of water rush to and fro as a swirling vortex of abyssal waters seizes and shrinks, the hungry void within the sea inching itself shut with every amoeba returned.
Lightning cracks overhead as a pulse of aquamarine light shudders through a swirling vortex of abyssal waters, the waters ceasing their churning and begin to close in on themselves like a rip mended with thread. There is a quiet in the storm, until a shriek of something hits your ears: a subaural sound as the waters pitch once more, the flailing limbs of a monstrous anemone emerging from below as the sea offers a last ditch effort to defend itself.

With a wet snap, Octineon, an enormous anemone lashes out with a needle-tipped tentacle, the appendage's sharpened point piercing Fillirriqili's skin, his skin turning ashen grey as the wound seeps blood.

You give Tridemon a wild cheer!

"Wow!" Chundae exclaims!

A faraway look crosses Tridemon's features, captivated by something you can neither see nor hear. In an instance, the sea rises in a swirl of bubbles and spite, swallowing him and leaving nothing in its wake.

A particularly large sea jelly leaps from Octineon, an enormous anemone, latching itself to Fillirriqili's as tiny tendrils wrap themselves around his's face and thick, vile mucus drips from his chin as it seeps down into his lungs, choking the very air from them.

Revelrous Afrit Dahyu, Lazula of the Sands says, "Octineon rises!"

Roiling waves of dark-hued water crash into you with unbearable weight, leaving you out of breath and your limbs burning with weariness as you try to stay above the surface.

Torrents of rain pierce you like arrows as lightning cracks overhead, shooting for the waters below. Electricity ripples over the water's surface in currents, searing your vision and wracking your body.

A tornadic waterspout screams through the area, a black cyclone amidst daggers of lightning viciously hurling waves and people alike.

<-- so much fighting and fleeing @w@

(Veiled): Mysrai says, "My faith in you has never wavered, My beloved. You, especially, Sulwh, do Me proud in your bearing of the mantle of Ascendant."

(Veiled): Sulwh says, "I am ever Your weapon."

You play a stately chord on a peacock psalterium lyre and direct the notes towards a she'nasim nereid.
Holy fire erupts at the feet of a she'nasim nereid and engulfs her.
You have scored a WORLD-SHATTERING CRITICAL HIT!!!
A blazing cage of golden flame draws in the wasted energy of your assault.
You have slain a she'nasim nereid.
A small quantity of sovereigns spills from the corpse.

(Shadowlight): Xenthos (from the Aetherways) says, "You won't be following any more."

You fidget impatiently.

An enthralling song echoes from the dread city of Magnagora as an aurora of ethereal violet conrinues to shimmer across the dome which shrouds it protectively.

(Shadowlight): Azazilliy says, "Are there any other open vortex?"
(Shadowlight): Kreon says, "Up from me."
(Shadowlight): Kreon says, "Group on me! [2703]."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks down briefly at themselves, then off towards the city, frowning.

Once more, the formation of Elder Divine rushes forward. Nocht weaves strands of the net, which glitter like lines of shadow marked by stars, and Maylea, Mysrai, Lantra, Crumkane, Terentia, and Carakhan once more bolster Him with Their power. The net closes in upon Li-varili, Her Coven, and the screaming Sea Spirit.

Crackling power rushes over the Inner Sea as the power in dissipates and the energies are returned entirely back into the waves themselves.

Soft melodies resound in concordance with each other as Sulwh declares, "Hare Mysrai."

Revelrous Afrit Dahyu, Lazula of the Sands shouts, "Go Lord Crumkane!"

(Shadowlight): Azazilliy says, "Were there two or just one in the Undervault?"
(Shadowlight): Yilan says, "Remember waterbreathe."
(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "There was none in the Illwater Lake."
(Shadowlight): Esei says, "Have any anenome been fed to the coral?"
(Shadowlight): Azazilliy says, "Understood."

Maddening skeins of colour and sound blaspheme the air in accordance with Mysrai's whispered voice, oddly echoing, "Hare Beloved! Hare Freedom! Cease not until all that would threaten Lusternia lays bloodied and broken upon the ground!"

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

You chirp happily.

In a low, soothing voice, Shadow Regent Kreon Zayah, Her Blood Rose Reaper says, "Octineon is above us."

You yell, "Hare Beloved!"

Brave Herald Calfuray, of House Strongleaf shouts, "Joke's on you, we are in water!"

The warm shallows of the Inner Sea.
Just below the ocean's surface, the salty water is relatively warm, and light filters in from above. Weaving with the ocean's movement, seaweed floats about in long strands and clumps. Schools of small, silvery fish dart about like living clouds, ignored by their more exotic neighbors of large, long-finned and colourful fish. Sound is muffled, creating a serenity in which to observe this aquatic dance. A caliginous leopard is languidly grooming herself here, her tail idly flicking back and forth. A noble falcon is perched here, its bright eyes regarding you watchfully. A clump of seaweed in the form of a large puppy floats about in the water, blinking her large green eyes. Yukina, the white furred kitsune lays here casually surveying her surroundings. Surrounded by sapphire lightning, a golden thunderbird spreads his broad, white-feathered wings here, golden eyes alight with a magnificent intellect. Axiom Yilan Skydrifter is here, wreathed in a flickering mandala of silvery light. They wield a silvery-pink shield of white rabbits in their right hand. Mmellialleh Skydrifter floats here, enchanting notes weaving ceaselessly about her form. She wields a circular shield of crystalline foliage in her right hand. Orbiting around her head are several spinning crystals. Jade Dreamer Luce Shevat is here, shrouded. He wields a delicate crystal staff in his left hand and a functional steel spatula in his right hand. Limned with holy fire, a radiant archangel hovers here, wings outstretched. Calioliahali Skydrifter looms here, lingering with an unsettling aura of strict severity. She wields a titanic greatsword of silvery swirls with both hands. Caliph Eritheyl Ryseni, the Dissident is here, an ambrosial aura of hunger and indulgence radiating in waves about him. He wields a fiery basalt staff in his left hand. Revelrous Afrit Dahyu, Lazula of the Sands is here, an ambrosial aura of hunger and indulgence radiating in waves about him. He wields a fiery basalt staff in his left hand and a ghoulish whip in his right hand. Umbral Evoker Gael, Wyrden Idolator is here. He wields an octave mandolin of wyrden flora in his right hand. Swirling clouds of purest white meld to outline the ghostly figure of a stormy air elemental here. Clothed in starry robes of Void-spun brocade, a Merchant of Thelem waits here. He are surrounded by a deflection bubble. Yire, Pilgrim of Bodhi is here. He wields a chromatic mandolin of boozy bubbles in his right hand. Tikki with a Blank face stands here, his presence perfuming the air with the warm scent of mouth-watering confections. He wields a Silver Spoon in his left hand and a starry bird of paradise lute in his right hand. Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter is here, shrouded. They wield an emerald temporal resonator in their left hand and a circular shield of crystalline foliage in their right hand. Fillirriqili Skydrifter, Painter of Blizzards with an Angel face lingers here, the coolly pure scent of skyblooms and wind wisps surrounding his form like mountain mist. He wields a delicate crystal staff in his left hand and a turquoise temporal resonator in his right hand. Drenched in blood, a midnight-eyed savage lingers here appraising her surroundings. Enforcer of Harmony, Ushaara is here, wreathed in crackling bolts of icy white lightning. He wields an adamant hammer of truth in his left hand and a devoted hammer of obedience in his right hand. Cree-Dae Hiua'zal, Kistan of the Sanguine Refrain with a Regal face stands here, the air around him filled with an ominous ticking noise. He wields a richly carved cherrywood lyre inlaid with mother-of-pearl in his left hand and a Wand of Wonder in his right hand. The regal form of a Lady of Moonlight stands here, gleaming streamers of white fabric surrounding the graceful figure. Clad in matte black leather, a golden-eyed savage lingers here like a living shadow.
You see exits leading northeast, south, northwest, up, and down.
Perking her ears in interest, Yukina, the white furred kitsune stares at Gurashi as they enters the area.
As Kistan begins to leave the area, Yukina, the white furred kitsune lowers her head, seemingly losing interest.
You sense the passage of Kistan to the down with a fluffy pair of ursine ears.

Xenthos shakes his head at Sulwh.

You begin to follow Xenthos.

Sulwh nods his head at Xenthos.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "We're grouping."

Rolling forth across the heavens, the voice of Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves resounds, "Slaughter the anemones of the deep and bring their corpses to the coral before the Lady of the Lagoons! We must defend the innocent Sea Spirit!"

Caliph Sulwh says, "Make sure you keep up waterbreathing."

(Shadowlight): Esei says, "The monstrous reef in the Inner Sea, Azazilliy."

Chundae pants like a dog.

Xenthos makes a beckoning motion to no-one in particular.

(Shadowlight): You say, "Kill anemones, and bring to the coral..."

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "We are only fighting Her Cults at this points!"

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "All right. If you get pushed out you -must- walk back on your own. You will not be following anyone. Please don't just stand there."

(Shadowlight): Luce says, "Easier said than done."
(Shadowlight): Steingrim says, "Where's the coral?"

Xenthos touches a finger to the centre of his forehead as he intones a prayer to Lord Shikari, asking Him for comprehension of all aethers of communication. As soon as the prayer ends, his eyes briefly unfocus as an expression of pain passes over his face.

(Shadowlight): Calioliahali says, "If they belong in the reef, one might speculate there are five total?"

Sulwh nods his head emphatically.

You nod your head sagely.

Emotionlessly, Scourge Evette Stormcrow, the Heartless says, "Set a booklet point here if possible."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "If only a couple run back, they will die."

Revelrous Afrit Dahyu, Lazula of the Sands says, "It's crucial to our collective survival."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Is everyone ready?"

Sulwh nods his head emphatically.

Evette nods her head affirmatively.

Sulwh points boldly towards the horizon and declares in a proud tone, "Onward!"

Vyell urges her companions onwards.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Hopes so."

You look at Tridemon hopefully.

In a quiet, lilting voice, Umbral Evoker Gael, Wyrden Idolator asks, "Where is the anemone?"

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "We are gonna fights!"

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Killing Anemone. Please make sure to run right back."

Sulwh points upwards.

Caliph Eritheyl Ryseni, the Dissident says, "Up."

You look at Tridemon hopefully.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "It is up from us."

Gael nods his head emphatically.

Revelrous Afrit Dahyu, Lazula of the Sands says, "Back to 2891 if you get moved."

You nod your head emphatically.

Sulwh nods his head emphatically.

Xenthos nods his head emphatically.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Here we go."

<-- RUN IN TO GET HIM

The waters churn below Octineon, an enormous anemone, twisting into a vast, treacherous whirlpool. Tsunami waves crash above you, driving you into the merciless seas, drowning your lungs with salt and foam while dragging you in.
A tornadic waterspout screams through the area, a black cyclone amidst daggers of lightning viciously hurling waves and people alike.

Sending: PLAY STARCHORD anemone
You play a stately chord on a peacock psalterium lyre and direct the notes towards Octineon, an enormous anemone.
Holy fire erupts at the feet of Octineon, an enormous anemone and engulfs him.
Sparks of electricity erupt around Octineon, an enormous anemone, deflecting the energies of your attack and protecting the anemone from harm!
Who or what might be helping Octineon, an enormous anemone conducting this electric barrier?

Yire, Pilgrim of Bodhi says, "Attack the jellies!" <-- 100000% missed this in the spam :')

(Shadowlight): Calioliahali says, "Those hitting it should cease until we determine the source of the barrier."

(Shadowlight): You say, "It is protected..."

Upon a wave of wind bitter as the salted seas, the striking voice of Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons cries, "You are all no match for the seas! My daughter is more powerful than you know!"

(Shadowlight): Azazilliy says, "I believe that is clear indication we need to fill the coral first with amoeba."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "...my heads is spinning wowee."

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Now the anemone!"

<-- fight fight fight

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Back to it!"

With a wet snap, Octineon, an enormous anemone lashes out with a needle-tipped tentacle, the appendage's sharpened point piercing your skin, and your veins begin to burn even as the wound seeps blood.
You have been slain by Octineon, an enormous anemone. <-- ONE HIT KILL WOW

Octineon, an enormous anemone shudders violently as virulent poison leaks out from its needle-tipped appendages into the waters you are swimming it. As it touches your skin, it stings and burns and your body begins to seize in allergic reaction.

You draw deeply upon the spark burning within you, fanning it furiously until you bathe, bright and radiant, in phoenix flames. You feel the threads of your existence char and fray as you sear a hole through reality, forging a new life for yourself.
The Vault of Heaven.
Balancing a shimmering sky, a veil in the fabric of reality seethes with raw energy. The veil, though extremely thin, flickers and crackles, sending booming vibrations through the surroundings. Glancing through, the miniscule details of the Upper Haven become visible and almost picturesque. A continuous breeze filters from the veil, bringing the previously cold atmosphere to comfortable temperance. With outstretched arms, an enormous statue of Estarra stands here vigilantly. Covered in bone armour, a screech owl is here, surveying the surroundings. Jade Dreamer Luce Shevat is here, shrouded. He wields a delicate crystal staff in his left hand and a functional steel spatula in his right hand. Tikki with a Blank face stands here, his presence perfuming the air with the warm scent of mouth-watering confections. He wields a Silver Spoon in his left hand and a starry bird of paradise lute in his right hand.
You see a single exit leading down.
The burning flames swirl around you, weaving the broken and frayed threads of your life into a seamless whole, restoring you painfully to life as you gasp loudly for breath.

Luce nods his head emphatically.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "The WOOOOORLD."

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Tikki says, "Rude jellies."

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Tikki gives you a peck on the cheek.

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "It killed me in ONE HITS."

Tikki says, "Much the same."

In an airy, melodic voice, you say, "PLEASE EXCUSE ME I MUST GO REMOVE MINE PANTS."

TIME TO STEP IT UP A NOTCH?!
A secluded section of the Divine Havens.
The bottoms of seven translucent monoliths hang suspended from the ether of the Upper Haven above, the power flooding the surroundings in a miraculous display of divine power. Perpetual warmth seethes from these massive crystalline structures, as the fabric of reality flickers shifting in hues with each passing moment. Below the ground conforms to a blanket of ethereal clouds, which swirl in mesmerising patterns, as they part in random intervals to provide views of the Basin of Life below. You may enter the NEWS from here.
You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest, up, and down.

You remove simple white linen trousers.
You remove a breezy blue cotton tunic.

You reach out and embrace your hidden heritage of a changeling, and slowly transform into a kephera.
Your race is now that of Kephera.
Looking somewhat diminished, they are a compound-eyed kephera kindly demigod changeling. Standing shy of two meters tall, their entire body is plated with a charcoal-black chitinous exoskeleton, housing a broad sunset-hued thorax. At the very center of their chest is what looks to be a scar, or a stain of blue-violet, permanently marring their carapace. Two bulbous red eyes sit on either side of a wedge-shaped head, and a long, thin pair of antennae protrude from atop their skull, the left permanently sagging. Where their mouth would be sits a pair of marred, jagged mandibles. Dual sets of spiny black-and-orange arms are affixed to their torso, the top set of which are long and thewy while the second are spindly and pulled close to their chest. A long abdomen hangs down to their knees, is angled away from their back and ribbed in full muted bands of orange and black. Their legs are long and covered in thick orange plates with tiny black spines tracing down the back of their calves, ending in small segmented dual-toed feet. Set on either side of their lower back are two delicate orbs that rasp and click as they take deep, slow breaths. Two pairs of veiny, translucent wings looking far too small for their body size hang stiffly from their back. A shifting pearlescence graces their skin as they walk with the truefavour of Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves. A steel-hued scar traces along their cheek, gifted by Terentia, the Even Bladed, for their mettle in the field of battle. Soothing mists of water and light weave about them in a sparkling white veil, marking the truefavour of Lantra, the Empyreal.
They are wearing:
a starry wreath of celestial light set atop their head like a halo
a circlet of crystal thorns resting loosely atop their head
a vivid red-orange poppy tucked lovingly behind their left ear
the Mantle of Starlight which flows dreamily about their shoulders and back
mercurial Mysraian prayer beads pulled taut against their right wrist
a Glomdoring friendship bracelet which jingles softly on their left wrist
minty citrus incense beads pulled taut against their right wrist
a shifting, living poppy of burgundy petals worn delicately upon their left wrist
a driftwood ring of sea breezes fitted tightly to their left middle finger
You have set your accent to: Faintly buzzing

<-- MISSED THE FIRST ANEMONE GETTING MURDERED RIP

Sweeping across the heavens on a gentle breeze, the serene voice of Maylea, Bloom of Serenity echoes, "Drocilla, will You not help Us? Why do You stand aside?"

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Who has the corpse?"
(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Nialla."

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