<-- PART TWO OF https://rentry.co/kmis5

The lingering notes of harmonic purity swell to impossible heights as you step confidently through the song of reality itself.
Lost within a raging duststorm.
The shadows have been gathered here. 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. 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. A midnight black woolly rhino with a black diamond horn and a tufted tail dominates the area, pawing the ground and snorting arrogantly. A rejuvenating Disc of Life regularly pumps a healthy aura into the area. There are 2 keen-eyed falcons here. Wreathed in dancing emerald flames, a carnelian wyvern unfurls churning wings of roiling shadow here, bloodstone eyes brimming with confidence. A low, protective growl escaping his muzzle, a ruddy Nyalian mastiff sporting bronze platemail etched with sigils awaits instructions from his companion. A caliginous leopard is languidly grooming herself here, her tail idly flicking back and forth. Wreathed in blue light, a jade scaled kirin with a pair of tawny antlers displays long-feathered wings of blue and gold. A poofy, seal point ragdoll kitten is here, sleeping soundly. Magrund, the brazen taurus paws the ground in agitation, clouds of smog and cinder erupting from his snout with every snort and grunt. Kosuke, the cloud-bound Long is here, floating majestically. Surrounded by sapphire lightning, a golden thunderbird spreads his broad, white-feathered wings here, golden eyes alight with a magnificent intellect. 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. Drenched in blood, a midnight-eyed savage lingers here appraising her surroundings. Swirling clouds of purest white meld to outline the ghostly figure of a stormy air elemental here. Gently bent and deep in thought, a pondering sage stands here with calm mien and scroll in hand. Umbral Evoker Gael, Wyrden Idolator is here, giving off a truly ghastly stench. He wields an octave mandolin of wyrden flora in his 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. 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. The soul of Falaine roams the land, bodiless. 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. 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. Clad in matte black leather, a golden-eyed savage lingers here like a living shadow. Calioliahali Skydrifter looms here, lingering with an unsettling aura of strict severity. She wields a titanic greatsword of silvery swirls with both hands. 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. Limned with holy fire, a radiant archangel hovers here, wings outstretched. Rose petals swirling around their form and radiating warmth, a beautiful rose maiden stands here. She are surrounded by a deflection bubble. 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. Yire, Pilgrim of Bodhi is here, giving off a truly ghastly stench. He wields a chromatic mandolin of boozy bubbles in his right hand. Initiate Ashnezharr d'Murani, of the Dark Faith stands nearby, surrounded by a red-flecked aura of barely-suppressed violence. He wields a twisted staff in his left hand and a cog-emblazoned shield of the Midnight Legion in his right hand. The regal form of a Lady of Moonlight stands here, gleaming streamers of white fabric surrounding the graceful figure.
You see exits leading north, southeast, southwest, and down.

The soul of Falaine says, "Hmm.."

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself.

Faintly buzzing, you ask, "Still killing anemones?"

Xenthos nods his head emphatically.

Calioliahali nods her head emphatically.

Rolling forth across the heavens, the voice of Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves resounds, "Let Her be. It is folly to expect the Enchantress to take responsibility for Her actions."

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Teleport to me, I'm at the second anemona."

In a quiet, lilting voice, Umbral Evoker Gael, Wyrden Idolator says, "What direction?"

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Out - don't go, that's just where it is."

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

Gael nods his head at Xenthos.

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "We've got one down, two more to go."

An overpoweringly strong female voice shouts, "Basla'oren shesha zyai!"

As Ashnezharr leaves, the mystical energies around Yukina, the white furred kitsune begin to die down, a fierce gaze still lingering in the direction of her fleeing prey.
The cloud of smoke and cinder fades as Magrund, the taurus leaves to the out, the rhythmic pounding of his metallic hooves growing inaudible.

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Why is Ashnezarr with us? Isn't he with the Blood Coven?"

Ashnezharr has been drowned in the blood tides by the wrath of a she'nasim nereid.
You see the death occur at the Undersea of Keph.

(Shadowlight): Calioliahali says, "Ashnezharr is with the coven, yes?"

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

Ethereal violet suffuses the firmament as the lilting, smoky voice of Drocilla, the Enchantress croons, "My actions? All Creation would have perished long ago had I not restrained Her, the War would have been lost. Now you all see the problems She creates and You dare look to Me for help?"

Kreon smirks.

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Good."

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Dead now."

In a low, soothing voice, Shadow Regent Kreon Zayah, Her Blood Rose Reaper says, "So is Magnagora being a pain in all this."

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

You see the following people here:
Luce, Gael, Evette, Faragan, Vyell, Eritheyl, Calioliahali, Afrit, Ushaara, Sulwh, Steingrim, Kreon, Chundae, Yilan, Kistan, Xenthos, Tikki, Gurashi.

Caliph Sulwh says, "It seems like it."

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "We're about to go."

Faintly buzzing, you say to Kreon, "It is more than them, it seems."

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Jelly, then anemone."

In a low, soothing voice, Shadow Regent Kreon Zayah, Her Blood Rose Reaper says, "So no harm in me attacking them then."

Eritheyl's eyes twinkle enchantingly.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Kreon, "Is Lorina, too, of Hallifax! And peoples from Serenwildes - but only a few."

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

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.
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.
[Autocuring]: Curing 'blind' with 'sixthsense'.

<-- LOTS OF FIGHTING AND YEETING AND FIGHTING AND YEETING REPEATEDLY AND I TOTALLY DIED AGAIN

Beads of sweat break out on your face.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Be right BACK."

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.

<-- NYOOMS BACK

Faintly buzzing, you ask, "Is it dead?"
You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "No."

You twitch your mandibles as you voice a soft, curious chirr.

Chundae Lunarose says, "It is not."

You sway anxiously in your spot.

Chundae Lunarose says, "It is... sleeping."

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

Caliph Sulwh yells, "Kill the nereids."

An overpoweringly strong female voice shouts, "Basla'oren shesha zyai!"

You nod your head emphatically.

Caliph Eritheyl Ryseni, the Dissident yells, "Working on it."

You wrinkle your nose in distaste.

(Shadowlight): Qillilitli says, "We should clear the surrounding nereids first."

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself.

You see the following people here:
Ushaara, Falaine, Velcora, Chundae, Gurashi.

You chitter at Falaine with energetic clicks of your mandibles.

Faintly buzzing, you ask Falaine, "Are you O-K?"

Falaine grunts noncommitally.

You glance about alertly, your antennae twitching as you scan the immediate area.

Faintly buzzing, you ask, "As O-K as can be, eh?"

Falaine nods her head emphatically.

You nod your head sagely.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Onward and upwards, yes."

Slakened Falaine, Novitiate of Purity says, "I am... not as strong as I need to be."

Falaine begins to follow you.

Falaine creases her brow in a frown.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Falaine, "Every bit helps."

An overpoweringly strong female voice shouts, "Even what meagre numbers left still fight and quip between each other?"

The Elder Divine turn Their attention back to the formation, Their net now shimmering with soft, healing light in chaotic forms, drooping with quiet shadow and sweet glaze that seeks to quell the struggling Sea Spirit. For a moment, Their power even breaks past the protection of the Eye of Dynara about Li-varili.

The lingering notes of harmonic purity swell to impossible heights as you step confidently through the song of reality itself.
Falaine follows you ether.
A cluttered side office.
Dozens of individual piles of paper are scattered across every available surface throughout this little office. Carefully managed so no two piles touch, not a single one of the piles seems to be in any way organized. Shelves on the walls bow under the weight of the mess, while the east wall is simply hundreds of different documents pinned to it with no seeming rhyme or reason. Gone are the expensive hardwoods, the walls, floor and ceiling being a simple pine that appears to have been patched and replaced inexpertly several times over. To the ceiling is pinned a poorly drawn, horribly inaccurate, and very out of date map of the basin. The location marker on this map indicates something situated somewhere in the Grey Moors. A caliginous leopard is languidly grooming herself here, her tail idly flicking back and forth. As still as a magnificent statue, an exalted dragon peers out with serene gold eyes. Drenched in blood, a midnight-eyed savage lingers here appraising her surroundings. Umbral Evoker Gael, Wyrden Idolator is here, shrouded. He wields an octave mandolin of wyrden flora in his right hand. An earth elemental towers here, a behemoth of tainted rock and stone. Clad in matte black leather, a golden-eyed savage lingers here like a living shadow. Rose petals swirling around their form and radiating warmth, a beautiful rose maiden stands here. She are surrounded by a deflection bubble.
You see a single exit leading north (open door).

Xenthos goes still, a cold sneer on his lips as he gazes into the distance. A bloody haze pools around his ankles and whirls upwards around his limbs.

You begin to follow Xenthos.

You follow Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist to the Undersea of Keph.

Sulwh nods his head emphatically.

You nod your head emphatically.

Caliph Sulwh says, "We're killing the nereids."

Kreon seethes with a lust for blood and violence, driving the troops of the Free Forest of Glomdoring into a frenzy.

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

(Shadowlight): You say, "Am helping in removing the nereids from the sea."
(Shadowlight): You say, "They are making attacking the anemone even harder."
(Shadowlight): You say, "Not to mentions getting yoinked by those meanie cultists."

Shadows grow longer in anticipation for the return of their dark mistress as Father Sun nears the world's edge, the sunset basking the stormy horizon in smouldering light.

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

<-- murder! death! murder! death!

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Are we attacking again?"

Sulwh nods his head emphatically.

Yire, Pilgrim of Bodhi asks, "Shouldn't we target the jellies first?"

Caliph Eritheyl Ryseni, the Dissident says, "They aren't always there."

Caliph Eritheyl Ryseni, the Dissident says, "I'll be on jelly duty."

Comprehension flashes across Yire's face.

(Shadowlight): Yilan says, "Are we grouping again somewhere?"

Sulwh nods his head emphatically.

Caliph Sulwh says, "Regrouping."

(Shadowlight): You say, "Yes yes."

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Regroup at me."

Caliph Sulwh says to Xenthos, "Is your group ready?"

(Shadowlight): Calioliahali says, "Walking is inadvisable."

Your wings flap excitedly behind you.

Caliph Sulwh says, "If jellies appear, we must kill them."

Caliph Sulwh says, "Those protect the anemone."

You nod your head emphatically.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "O-K."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "We're ready."

Sulwh nods his head emphatically.

Caliph Sulwh says, "On 3 then."

Xenthos nods his head emphatically.

Caliph Sulwh says, "1."

Caliph Sulwh says, "2."

Caliph Sulwh says, "3."

<-- we enter the room

In a melodic whisper, The soul of Velcora Lunarose says, "Crap."

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.

Steam and static fills the air as the arcs of electricity coursing around Octineon, an enormous anemone's entire body erupts like a circuit, dislodging several sea jellies that crackle with the same electricity, becoming a barrier of energy to protect the anemone from harm.

LOOKIT THAT ENEMY ANENOME (thanks Sulwh!)
Anchored to the surrounding ground by a series of writhing tentacles, each movement echoed by a wet popping noise as the suckers that secure the appendages to the ground move about, steadying this enormous anemone. The majority of this sea creature consists of a rotund base, as tall as it is wide, with undulating sea jellies that move across the wide span of the red flesh. Mucus leeches from each blue jelly, a milky substance that mingles with the reds and blues to form a greyish purple color. Sparks of lightning arc from each jelly to another, the sharp stench of electricity mingling with salt water, wafting from the beast in odorous clouds. From atop the base, a bulbous growth rests, veiny and flexing with movement as a mass of transparent tentacles reach outward, their movement erratic and agitated as if seeking something. Thicker appendages sprout from the same growth, these opaque purple lengths unique as each is tipped with a floral-like growth, and from the center of each a hardened purple needle sprouts. Viscous yellow fluid drips from each needle, a hissing sound and steam rising from where errant drops of liquid connect with the arcing electrical field that surrounds the great anemone.
Octineon, an enormous anemone almost glows with nearly god-like power.

<-- FIGHTING ALL TOGETHER YAAAAS

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.

<-- oh my god seriously so much fighting

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Get back to me."

With the last of the jellies slain, the electricity surround Octineon, an enormous anemone crackles with effulgent sparks and floods the waters with pain. Despite this, barrier protecting the anemone is gone!

<-- I sincerely cannot express the amount of combat happening here.

<-- and also want to sincerely apologize because OBLIVIOUSNESS made me miss the kill line for Octineon weep

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.
Horror overcomes Calioliahali's face as her body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Chundae's face as her body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Nialla's face as her body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Afrit's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Sulwh's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Luce's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
You are afflicted with paralysis.
Horror overcomes Evette's face as her body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Yire's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Tridemon's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Azazilliy's face as their body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Vyell's face as her body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Kreon's face as her body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Eritheyl's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Fillirriqili's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Tikki's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Yilan's face as their body stiffens into paralysis.
Horror overcomes Qillilitli's face as her body stiffens into paralysis.
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.
Father Brachus has been slain by Octineon, an enormous anemone.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Luce, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body and burn it to a crisp.

You are afflicted with blind.
You just earned 3 daily credits. You can earn 1 more.
[Autocuring]: Curing 'blind' with 'sixthsense'.
You have cured blind.

Yire claps his hands together merrily.

(Shadowlight): Calioliahali says, "It is dead."
(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Great job."
(Shadowlight): Calioliahali says, "Qillilitli is in possession of it."

Tikki wipes the back of his hand across his brow in relief.

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Good, please go deposit it."

You see Caliph Sulwh shout, "Excellent work, Basin. When we set aside our squabbles, we do great things together."

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "We'll go to the Sea of Despair next."

You gaze softens as you smile.

Xenthos glances about before cheerfully producing the Silver Compass of True Directions, holding it aloft, the dial spinning wildly. As soon as the dial stops Xenthos begins to blur where he stands, the air about him distorting as the compass in his hands vibrates wildly.

Esei tilts their head curiously at you.

Caliph Eritheyl Ryseni, the Dissident says, "Next."

(Shadowlight): Romaan (from the Aetherways) says, "What is happening?"

(Shadowlight): Esei says, "Lady Li-varili is attempting to waken Sister Sea."

An overpoweringly strong female voice shouts, "Lady Maylea, Have you already forgotten of Tore and Lanni? And now you stand hand in hand with the one that almost KILLED THEM?"

The area grows colder and darker as the inferno dies down.

(Shadowlight): Romaan (from the Aetherways) says, "Where am I needed?"

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

<-- much fighting of small mobs like nereids/etc

(Celest): You say, "How are You up there, dearest Ladies??"

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

(Shadowlight): Esei says, "Teleport here. You will not want to path."
(Shadowlight): Esei says, "The seas are full of aggressive nereids."
(Shadowlight): Romaan says, "Raising defenses."

A gentle susurration of rustling leaves underscores Nialla's voice as she resounds, "Sounds like someone's getting desperate, if you're resorting to distractions!"

The serene countenance of Maylea, Bloom of Serenity has been turned to ire, and Calfuray's life is forfeit to Her whim.
You see the death occur at the tempestuous Inner Sea.

(Celest): Lantra says, "We have held strong before the Soulless, child of the Light. The matter of Li-varili is one We can manage, especially with your efforts lent to Our own."

<-- fight fight fight

Sulwh nods his head emphatically.

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

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

You nod your head emphatically.

Faintly buzzing, you sing, "Let us save the Basins~!"

Tikki gives you a friendly squeeze.

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself.

Cree-Dae Hiua'zal, Kistan of the Sanguine Refrain says, "Again?"

Sulwh nods his head emphatically.

Falaine returns, again, standing stoically.

Caliph Sulwh says, "Last one."

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim, "I do not see why not!"

Caliph Sulwh says, "We are regrouping."

(Shadowlight): Romaan says, "What is the target?"
(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Anemone."

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

You nod your head sagely.

Caliph Sulwh yells, "Eliminate the nereids."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Is everyone ready?"

Yire nods his head vigorously, causing his ears to flap about.

You nod your head emphatically.

Caliph Eritheyl Ryseni, the Dissident says, "I mean."

You nod your head emphatically.

Gael nods his head at Xenthos.

Kistan nods his head emphatically.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Yes."

Romaan nods his head emphatically.

Dark clouds shift overhead, their inky expanse blotting out the stars as darkness and storms rule the heavens.

<-- FIIIIIGHTIIIING

Swollen droplets of storm-grey rain fall like silver nails from the angry sky, the thrumming roar of their descent drowning out all other sounds.

<-- Once more I cannot convey the amount of running/fighting/almost dying was happening here. Stopped dying after the last one.

Sending: PLAY STARCHORD jelly
You play a stately chord on a peacock psalterium lyre and direct the notes towards a levin-wreathed jelly.
Holy fire erupts at the feet of a levin-wreathed jelly and engulfs him.
You have scored an OBLITERATING CRITICAL hit!
A blazing cage of golden flame draws in the wasted energy of your assault.
The charred corpse of a levin-wreathed jelly collapses in a heap of white ash.
You have slain a levin-wreathed jelly.

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.

With a flourish of his arm, Eritheyl points a mechanical fountain pen away from him, ready to strike.
A stream of ink imbued with bursts of steam and beams of holy light sprays from a mechanical fountain pen and covers Octineon, an enormous anemone.
The final moments of Octineon, an enormous anemone have been written by a mechanical fountain pen.
Octineon, an enormous anemone has been slain by Eritheyl.
You just earned 1 daily credit. That's all for today.
A ball of flaming tar catches the corpse of Octineon, an enormous anemone in a stream of fire and draws it up into Eritheyl's hands.

You flail about helplessly.

"Nice!" Eritheyl says with an enthusiastic thumbs up.

(Shadowlight): Calioliahali says, "It is dead."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Oh!"

"Nice!" Sulwh says with an enthusiastic thumbs up.

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "Excellent."

You cheer wildly!

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "All dead."

(Shadowlight): Calioliahali says, "Eritheyl slew it."

Caliph Eritheyl Ryseni, the Dissident says to Sulwh, "To the coral!"

Caliph Sulwh says, "To the coral!"

The soul of Yire says, "Uh."

You begin to follow Xenthos.

Vyell wipes the back of her hand across her head in relief as she mutters, "Whew."

<-- MUCH RUNNING TO GO BACK TO THE PLACE WHERE THE PARTY IS AT

You follow Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist northwest to the seething Sea of Despair.

Nocht, the Silent continues to lead the Elder Divine in Their formation. His form bolstered by Divine energies from every direction, He leans down, whispering softly to the tortured Sea Spirit, who remains trapped between the formation that seeks to quell her, and Li-varili, who continues to push power into her inexorably. The net closes in once more.

(Shadowlight): Xenthos says, "To me."

<-- Uh, I think there was some trouble sticking anemones into the reef or something?

(Veiled): You say, "We've closed the portals! And slain the anemones, Most Beloved! We are nearly done, I think! I hopes!? The Sea Spirits will rest peacefully again, She will...!"

Here is what you've done today:
Completed The Sculpture of the Carver of Mountains. - 7 credits
Recognised by Selia - 5 credits
Assisted in killing Octineon
an enormous anemone. - 4 credits
Assisted in killing Octineon
an enormous anemone. - 3 credits
Assisted in killing Octineon
an enormous anemone. - 1 credit

(Veiled): Mysrai says, "Bring them...as the Sculptor requested..."

(Veiled): You say, "We have got them! A-are You well?"

(Veiled): Sulwh says, "All 3 vortices have been dealt with."

Though the powerful thrum of the Scarlet Moth's alien mind surges as strong as ever, Her strain is easily noticeable as She exerts Her entire focus into ensuring the Silent Lord's safety.

Faintly buzzing, you whisper, "Most Beloved...!"

You reach out and take Calfuray's hand as she offers you a chance to join in the Bloodtide Coven. You then turn your gaze toward the distant Lady of the Lagoons, and you know that Her desires and Her vengeance will be meted out with your aide. <-- 1000% missed/did not agree to this LOL

(Coven): Uzriel says, "Nil, can't use death aura power in the circle."

(OOC Clan): You say, "UH."
(OOC Clan): You say, "HOW DO I LEAVE COVEN."

You let your hands drop free, taking a step back and away from the Lady's Bloodtide Coven: no more a participant in Her awakening rite.
The tempestuous Inner Sea.

<-- leaves and comes back

The tempestuous Inner Sea.
A barren island of tainted land floats here. There is a moderate breeze here. 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. Rakkan, the Crowned Jackal sits here, watching disdainfully. There are 2 sensuous fiends here. 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. Dudley, the celestial mastiff sits here, panting quietly. Yukina, the white furred kitsune lays here casually surveying her surroundings. As still as a magnificent statue, an exalted dragon peers out with serene gold eyes. Only visible when focused on, Kaiyo the lucid dream stands here majestically. Sticking to the shadows, a white wolf surveys the area. Surrounded by sapphire lightning, a golden thunderbird spreads his broad, white-feathered wings here, golden eyes alight with a magnificent intellect. Wreathed in blue light, a jade scaled kirin with a pair of tawny antlers displays long-feathered wings of blue and gold. Emanating a soft, scintillating light, a shimmering portal hovers in the air nearby. Caliph Rekath Ryseni of the Sand-sea with a Skull face stands here amid chaotic, tossing waves of oil-slick colour. Drenched in blood, a midnight-eyed savage lingers here appraising her surroundings. Eyes aglow with a fierce, dreadful light, a slithering nagasith broods amid an aura of menace. 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. Rose petals swirling around their form and radiating warmth, a beautiful rose maiden stands here. She are surrounded by a deflection bubble. An earth elemental towers here, a behemoth of tainted rock and stone. Glistening with a sanguine beauty, a she'nasim nereid casts a disdainful glare on her surroundings. 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. Glistening with a sanguine beauty, a she'nasim nereid casts a disdainful glare on her surroundings. He are surrounded by a deflection bubble. 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. A headless humanoid stands here wearing bloodied hunting leathers and carrying a large, grinning jack-o-lantern under one arm. She are surrounded by a deflection bubble. 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. 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. Umbral Evoker Gael, Wyrden Idolator is here. He wields an octave mandolin of wyrden flora in his right hand. A fire elemental burns here, riotous red flames twisting in chaotic patterns. 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. 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. Crimebear Bear Minister Brawrur Lunarose, of the Psychedelic Paw floats here amidst an etheric storm of shifting realities and rainbow-traced quiddities. He wields a golden pyrocannon in his right hand. Glistening with a sanguine beauty, a she'nasim nereid casts a disdainful glare on her surroundings. Warlady Kailanna n'Kylbar, Matriarch of Jackals stands here amid a teeming pool of viscid carmine blood. She wields the Choir of Anguish in her left hand and a disciplinarian's long-handled flaying whip in her right hand. Swirling clouds of purest white meld to outline the ghostly figure of a stormy air elemental here. 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. Glistening with a sanguine beauty, a she'nasim nereid casts a disdainful glare on her surroundings. Eyes gleaming with daring, a Horizon Walker stands here armed and ready to face the vast unknown. Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins is here, shrouded. He wields a greataxe filled with holy light with both hands. Limned with holy fire, a radiant archangel hovers here, wings outstretched. 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, southwest, down, and through a shimmering portal.
<<< GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY WHAT A LOOKTEXT

You narrow your eyes, peering about suspiciously.

Sutekh offers his hand to Tridemon, who accepts membership into the Bloodtide Coven.
Sapphira offers her hand to Qillilitli, who accepts membership into the Bloodtide Coven.
Freja offers her hand to Romaan, who accepts membership into the Bloodtide Coven.
Ashnezharr offers his hand to Gael, who accepts membership into the Bloodtide Coven.
<<<OH NO LOTS OF THIS

(Shadowlight): Yilan says, "If they bring you into the coven, leave the room and come back."

You see the following people here:
Faragan, Luce, Lorina, Kreon, Tridemon, Freja, Ashnezharr, Azazilliy, Uzriel, Rekath, Sapphira, Sutekh, Zagreus, Steingrim, Li-varili, Yilan, Qillilitli, Calfuray, Xenthos, Brawrur, Kailanna, Eritheyl, Fillirriqili, Tikki, Gael, Romaan, Vyell, Kistan, Gurashi.

You reach out and take Ashnezharr's hand as he offers you a chance to join in the Bloodtide Coven. You then turn your gaze toward the distant Lady of the Lagoons, and you know that Her desires and Her vengeance will be meted out with your aide. <-- IT HAPPENED AGAIN AAAA

Faintly buzzing, you whisper, "This must stops - it is time for this to stops."

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

The hollow voice of Sutekh reverberates in your mind, "voice strained It hasn't...killed who it needs to...yet."

(Coven): Uzriel says, "and they will here what we say. Not that they can stop or stand against Her."

Sulwh puts the corpse of Octineon, an enormous anemone into a monstrous reef of trident coral.
Sulwh feeds the corpse of Octineon, an enormous anemone into a monstrous reef of trident coral, and an influx of power wracks its mountainous form, bolts of aquamarine energy scintillating over its entirety. As it chases after the Lady of the Lagoons, drawn to Her as lightning to that which reaches too ambitiously high, the electricity causes the hardened exterior to flake, its outermost prongs crumbling, sinking to the bottom of the sea.

Your melodic voice sings into Contemptible Sutekh's mind, "Who it needs to?"

Rekath twitches spasmodically.

(Coven): Li-varili says, "Do not initiate those who work against Me into My Coven!"

You let your hands drop free, taking a step back and away from the Lady's Bloodtide Coven: no more a participant in Her awakening rite.

<-- come and go again!

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 19th of Kiani, 594 years after the Coming of Estarra.
There are 4 days until the New Moon

(OOC Clan): You say, "Li-varili: They can't join My club!"

The hollow voice of Sutekh reverberates in your mind, "The queens...if the Undersea is....much food, they'll..."

<-- lots of us coming/going and chaos happening but OBLIVIOUSNESS

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

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.

The waters bubble and churn upon the Inner Sea, the Sea of Despair, and the Undersea of Keph. Brilliant turquoise glows spread through the waters as arcing strands of power that leap and dance towards the embattled Elder Divine: the formation of Elders with Nocht at its centre above, and Li-varili and Her newly awakened Sea Spirit below, who still struggles between waking and sleep, screaming and weeping, her fluid colours roiling with crimson and yet here and there splashed with points of vivid ultramarine.

(Veiled): Sulwh says, "We have done You glory and honour. The anemone have been slain and placed inside the reef."

Your melodic voice sings into Contemptible Sutekh's mind, "their voice achingly sorrowful, distracted and anxious it'll drown more than just the Undervaults, Sutekh! Is hurting more than just buggies...ah!"

Tridemon feeds the corpse of Octineon, an enormous anemone into a monstrous reef of trident coral, and an influx of power wracks its mountainous form, bolts of aquamarine energy scintillating over its entirety. As it chases after the Lady of the Lagoons, drawn to Her as lightning to that which reaches too ambitiously high, the electricity causes the hardened exterior to flake, its outermost prongs crumbling, sinking to the bottom of the sea.

The arcing strands of turquoise energy rise in sprays from the water and begin to coalesce, filling Li-varili with burning radiance that is difficult to look at, and from Her, into the Eye of Dynara itself.

<-- so many spinning crystals and general movement spam even standing there aaaaaa

The hollow voice of Sutekh reverberates in your mind, "Zagreus...ordered me to...return. Almost out of power..."

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.

The hollow voice of Sutekh reverberates in your mind, "I've...spent fourty million essence...so far into this."

Your melodic voice sings into Contemptible Sutekh's mind, "earnest and pleading Then stop..!"

Li-varili can barely keep Her hold upon the Eye as the coral and the seas around reflect the power more and more into Herself. She lunges towards the Sea Spirit, who shies away in fear and confusion. "No...!" The Goddess tries to let go of the Eye of Dynara, but it is now adhered to Her hands, bursting with caustic power.

Your melodic voice sings into Contemptible Sutekh's mind, "To heckity with Mister Zagreus!!"

Archon of the Collective, Azazilliy Skydrifter thinks to themself: Uh oh.

Faintly buzzing, you whisper, "...ah...!"

You see Li-varili, Lady of the Lagoons shout, "No! No, this cannot be! You cannot take her from Me! I will finish this!"

You see the following people here:
Calioliahali, Lorina, Calfuray, Eritheyl, Sapphira, Romaan, Fillirriqili, Uzriel, Xenthos, Kreon, Steingrim, Evette, Sondayga, Sulwh, Luce, Azazilliy, Sutekh, Tridemon, Ashnezharr, Qillilitli, Brawrur, Gael, Kailanna, Esei, Tikki, Zagreus, Rekath, Yire, Isser, Chundae, Nialla, Li-varili, Kistan, Yilan, Falaine, Freja, Vyell, Gurashi.

You have emoted: Gurashi takes a step back, their wings snapping open.

(OOC Clan): Lorina says, "Break the seal, break the seal."
(OOC Clan): You say, "Break the seal, break the seal!"
(OOC Clan): You say, "Wait."
(OOC Clan): You say, "Whose side am I on."
(OOC Clan): Lorina says, "Wait."

Scourge Evette Stormcrow, the Heartless thinks to herself: You won't.

All the powers of the seas continues surging into Li-varili, and from Her, into the Eye of Dynara. The Eye now shines with a brilliance to rival Sun himself. Li-varili rises into the air, above Her beloved Sea Spirit, who, thus released, dives headlong into the sea waters, causing the waves to churn and crash. The Goddess approaches the now breaking formation of the other Elder Divine above, as They seek to follow the escape of the Sea.

Lady Grey Sapphira d'Vanecu, Ensanguined Aesthete thinks to herself: Cruelty piled upon the head of suffering. Typical.

You blink.

Suddenly, the Eye of Dynara in Li-varili's hands blazes in a single white flash, brighter than a hundred Suns. There is the sound of shattering, which echoes across the firmament and trembles in your very bones. It is the sound of sorrow, of loss, of the powers of ancient Dynara held by hands too small to contain them. Reality jolts, stops, then goes on again, and in the afterflash... you see the shadow of the Eye of Dynara, and its many broken pieces flung across Creation.

Calfuray has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Calfuray, she screams in agony as flames engulf her body and burn it to a crisp.
Eritheyl has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Eritheyl, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body and burn it to a crisp.
Romaan has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Romaan, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body and burn it to a crisp.
Fillirriqili has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Fillirriqili, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body and burn it to a crisp.
Luce has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Luce, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body and burn it to a crisp.
Huskii has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Gael has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Gael, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body and burn it to a crisp.
Rekath has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Rekath, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body and burn it to a crisp.
Kreon has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
The illusory glamour of Kreon standing next to herself melts away.
The song that Kreon was performing fades away.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Kreon, she screams in agony as flames engulf her body and burn it to a crisp.
Evette has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Lorina has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Lorina, she screams in agony as flames engulf her body and burn it to a crisp.
Azazilliy has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
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.
Freja has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Freja, she screams in agony as flames engulf her body and burn it to a crisp.
Steingrim has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Xenthos has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Calioliahali has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Calioliahali, she screams in agony as flames engulf her body and burn it to a crisp.
Sulwh has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Sulwh, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body and burn it to a crisp.
Tridemon has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Tridemon, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body and burn it to a crisp.
Sutekh has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
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.
Sapphira has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
The song that Sapphira was performing fades away.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Sapphira, she screams in agony as flames engulf her body and burn it to a crisp.
Zagreus has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Zagreus, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body and burn it to a crisp.
Uzriel has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Uzriel, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body and burn it to a crisp.
Tyrus has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
The illusory shield around Tyrus melts away.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Tyrus, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body and burn it to a crisp.
Esei has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Esei, they screams in agony as flames engulf their body and burn it to a crisp.
Yire has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Ashnezharr has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Ashnezharr, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body and burn it to a crisp.
Yilan has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Yilan, they screams in agony as flames engulf their body and burn it to a crisp.
Nialla has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Nialla, she screams in agony as flames engulf her body and burn it to a crisp.
Falaine has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Isser has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Kistan has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
The illusory glamour of Kistan standing next to himself melts away.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Kistan, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body and burn it to a crisp.
Xiran has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Brawrur has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Brawrur, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body and burn it to a crisp.
Chundae has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
The song that Chundae was performing fades away.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Chundae, she screams in agony as flames engulf her body and burn it to a crisp.
You have been slain by Li-varili's rage.
The mortal threads of your being severed, you scream in agony as the Divine spark within you enfolds your body with scorching flames. <-- well there's mine
Kailanna has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Kailanna, she screams in agony as flames engulf her body and burn it to a crisp.
Sondayga has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
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.
Vyell has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Vyell, she screams in agony as flames engulf her body and burn it to a crisp.
Tikki has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Tikki, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body and burn it to a crisp.
Evette has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Evette has been battered, drowned, and swept away by the weight of Livarili, Lady of the Lagoon's rage.
You see the death occur at the Realm of Shadows.
Steingrim has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Steingrim has been battered, drowned, and swept away by the weight of Livarili, Lady of the Lagoon's rage.
You see the death occur at a platform amidst the darkness.
Xenthos has been slain by Li-varili's rage.
Xenthos has been battered, drowned, and swept away by the weight of Livarili, Lady of the Lagoon's rage.
You see the death occur at A comfortable aerie perched high within the branches.

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

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

Isser blinks.

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

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

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Oh!"

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

Faintly buzzing, you say, "...heckity!"

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

In the stunned silence after the Eye's shattering, you see the Elder Divine scattered from Their formation, cast in disarray. And below Them, Li-varili, falling, collapsing back onto the platform from which She came.

Ethereal violet suffuses the firmament as the lilting, smoky voice of Drocilla, the Enchantress croons, "Li!"

<-- Nyooms to phoenix

Burns seared across Her entire body, Li-varili falls down in a heap, Her scarlet hair singed, Her skin still crackling with arcs of crimson power that She had been channeling for so long. And yet, Her form itself barely glows with the light of life. Her eyes, so stricken with madness minutes before, rest closed, as if in death.

Lantra, the Empyreal glides down towards the stricken Li-varili, silently gathering the Goddess in Her arms and brushing Her hands over Her channels of divine energy. Domothean crystals singing with healing light shimmer around the Lady of the Lagoons in answer.

Ripples of celestial light radiate across the firmament like water as the calm voice of Lantra, the Empyreal rings out, "She is badly wounded, but not yet gone from Us. We must take Her to the healing mounds of Daeiv ma'Mornhai, now!"

Maylea, Bloom of Serenity follows Lantra in a blaze of prismatic light, landing beside Her with an expression of determined rage upon Her face.
Sweeping across the heavens on a gentle breeze, the serene voice of Maylea, Bloom of Serenity echoes, "After all She's done, You will still heal Her?"

(Celest): You say, "Where do we go, Lady Empyreals??"

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

<-- attempted to follow Esei but fingerblade is ENEMY TERRITORY YOU SEE

Ripples of celestial light radiate across the firmament like water as the calm voice of Lantra, the Empyreal rings out, "She is no threat to Us in Her current state, and there are few enough Elders left as is. Yes, Maylea, I will heal Her."

(Veiled): You say, "...it is only right ..."

The Enchantress continues to sing an enthralling song over Magnagora but dissonant notes have crept into it, betraying Her emotions.

Mysrai, the Moth on Scarlet Wings descends upon the Goddesses in a flare of burning colour, Her hands still burning with chaotic energy as Her voidstruck eyes linger upon the fallen Li-Varili.

Your melodic voice sings into Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk's mind, "I-I could not follow there."

Maddening skeins of colour and sound blaspheme the air in accordance with Mysrai's whispered voice, oddly echoing, "Then allow Us to accompany, that We can assure no further surprises, Lantra."

Esei tells you, "Aye, I used the fingerblade."
Esei tells you, "Can you get to Daeiv ma'Mornahi safely?"
Your melodic voice sings into Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk's mind, "I-I do not know."

Gently cradling the fallen Li-varili in Her arms, Lantra draws aside a fold in reality as if parting a curtain of mist, then quietly steps through, followed by Those with Her.

The hollow voice of Sutekh reverberates in your mind, "defeated I...stopped...after you told me to."

As the flash of Lantra's portal closes, Carakhan, Sculpter of Waves flies over the still raging seas, searching for the missing Sea Spirit. She dives under the waves with a splash and disappears.

Nocht, the Silent drifts through the skies above the sea as He too searches for the Great Spirit. As the Sculptor of Waves splashes into the waters, He silently slips beneath the waves as well to aid in Her search.

You fold space and tesseract to Esei.
Trailing a tiered brook beneath the canopies.
Radiating blissful healing energy informs you of a healing shrine of Weiwae nearby. It is quite cool. Flowing in from the west, a soft murmur follows a brook which intensifies here, its rocky bed gaining depth and travelling in tiers to the north. The glistening current carries off an assortment of forest debris from the canopy of the ancient trees spread above it. The banks are rocky on either side but passage is possible upon the water-slicked rocks that have gathered atop each tier. Resplendent in ivory magnolias, a radiant soul tree grows here proudly. A hornbeam sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Long tresses of emerald vines extending down her back, an ivy fae stands here, her downcast gaze demure. There are 4 ghostly willowisps here. 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 north, southeast, and west.

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

You begin to follow Esei.

You think to yourself: Most Beloved, the Most Beloved...

You think to yourself: And Lady Empyreals...!

Faintly buzzing, you ask, "W-where are They?"

(Veiled): You say, "Where do we go, Most Beloved? Am in, ah, the place, trying, to accompany - is a place for mortal walkings?"

You sense Tridemon folding the aether between himself and you.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Stop moving a second."

A bright, tiny star forms in the air, then elongates into a strand of bright light. Finally, it impossibly unfolds into the form of Tridemon, riding a jade scaled kirin with a pair of tawny antlers.
A jade scaled kirin with a pair of tawny antlers strides in from the ether.

You reach out, wrapping all four arms around Tridemon as you pull him into a tight hug.

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself.

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself.

Esei gestures at you.

Tridemon pats you in a friendly manner.

Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk whispers, "Follow them?"

(Veiled): Mysrai says, "We are within the healing mounds of the Daiev Mornhai. I am sure if you were to follow the other mortals, you might find us, as your betrothed has managed."

You follow Wyrden Auspice Esei Shee-Slaugh of the Ascending Dusk east to within a serene glade.

You see the following people here:
Sondayga, Lantra, Tridemon, Qistrel, Uzriel, Maylea, Mysrai, Esei, Zagreus, Nialla, Gurashi.

(Veiled): You say, "Oh!!"

You eyes light up as you smile.

Faintly buzzing, you whisper, "Oh!"

BEHOLD LANTRA
Her slight and statuesque figure exuding a sense of restrained dignity, She is a radiant immortal and possessed of a quiet and unassuming stillness. The Goddess's olive-skinned complexion shines with the dusky radiance of youth, and yet the ancient burden of duty weighs heavily upon Her shoulders, carried with a silent and practised grace. Lost to contemplation, She appraises Her surroundings with a distant air; the grey-tinged gaze of Her celadon blue eyes remains as fathomless and inscrutable as the hazy mists of a waterfall. Despite the seriousness of Her first impressions, however, a gentle smile graces Her lips with an almost maternal tenderness. Her every movement is characterised of an unhurried elegance and poise, reflective of an inner peace as She emanates a soothing white light.
Shimmering tresses of palest starlight spill down Her shoulders in a curtain of white to end at Her waist, nary a strand out of place. Motes of silver and celadon blue interweave through Her immaculate coif, their whispers of colour evoking a breathtaking celestial radiance.
She is wearing:
immaculate vestments of purest white starlight that wreathe Her in a celestial glow
a cascading veil of mist and water lilies that trails at Her feet, shrouding Her face from view
elevated sandals of woven willow leaves that leave lambent motes with each step
a bracelet of woven water and starlight shimmering upon Her wrist
a mist-wreathed star a mist-wreathed star twinkling upon Her glistening veil
a gold damask cope clasped with a radiant star lotus that settles about Her shoulders in a heavy mantle.

LOOKIT MYSRAI
A dizzying aura of colour distorts the very fabric of space around this radiant being, radiating from the manifold scarlet wings that sprout from Her back in ethereal brilliance before solidifying into flesh and bone. Paper-thin and membranous, each wing acts of its own accord and slowly sways back and forth in defiance of expectation their nine feet of length should suggest, allowing solid matter to pass through them and discolouring what does in a mind-boggling splash of nightmarish colours. Copper wends in molten curls over the delicate bones of these strange limbs, the muscles within twitching to send the wings awhirl in feverish veils of sanguinary hues. The Divine they are attached to, in comparison, is positively diminutive with little more than four feet of height to claim as Her own. Unnaturally slight, She seems little more than pale, fragile skin stretched over the cage of bones that is Her body. Plumes of brilliantly white, fuzzed flesh fall from Her head in a strange mane of shifting, translucent skeins and antennae. Taking up well more than half of Her face, Her eyes are entirely devoid of the colour which encompasses the rest of Her, little more than voidstruck pits in which constellations whirl in slow, strange patterns. Two extra sets of arms escape from within Her ribs, kept folded both before and behind her and clasped in a complex, ever-shifting mudra that keeps them from stilling.
She is wearing:
a swirling crown of saffron hieroglyphs that pulsate in bizarre, nightmarish hues;
a hooded coat of striking rainbow hues draped over Her shoulders to billow amongst Her manifold wings.

Caressing your ear, the voice of Sulwh whispers, "How do I get to where you are?"
Your melodic voice sings into Caliph Sulwh's mind, "Tesseract to me!"

LOOKIT MAYLEA
She is a radiant immortal and glows with effulgent life, a powerful sense of vibrancy emanating from Her presence. There is something thoughtful and introspective about Her expression and Her brilliant golden eyes, as though She gazes farther into the soul, brushing aside the impermanent layers of existence to seek the truth within. Streaks of deep blue wind through Her chestnut hair as it falls straight down Her back to the hips, several shorter locks dangling forward to frame Her heart-shaped face. A thin line crosses the skin of Her left forearm, the only remnant of the scar from a savage bite. An aura of power plays about Her slender frame and sets Her tawny skin aglow in faint, prismatic hues.
She is wearing:
a woven sari edged in prismatic embroidery draped upon Her radiant form
a trailing rainbow sash tied loosely about Her waist
an armband of twining vines wrapped about the upper arm in a vibrant network
a sky-hued bluebell tucked in Her chestnut tresses
a translucent crystal bindi gleaming with prismatic colour between Her brows
an anklet hung with crystal chimes lightly resting against Her bare foot.

You have emoted: Gurashi bows to the Divine before them, then rises again. They look at all of those gathered, now folding their hands over their heart. "Oh..."

You see the following people here:
Tridemon, Mysrai, Uzriel, Qistrel, Sondayga, Zagreus, Sutekh, Maylea, Esei, Lantra, Gurashi.

Mysrai looks towards Maylea with a glimmer of colour branching through Her voidstruck eyes - showering the constellations in Her prismatic reflection. "Will Your anger hold, until such time as She can bear it then?"

You look at Mysrai hopefully.

Sapphira mutters discontentedly.

Zagreus looks around and scratches his head.

Sulwh bows respectfully to Mysrai.

You have emoted: Gurashi now looks towards Maylea with a frown, fidgeting as they look between their Divine and the Bloom of Serenity.

Turning their attention forward, you ask Lantra, "What can we do, to help heals Her...?"

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

Maylea gazes upon a cocoon of light bearing the Goddess Li-varili with a steely gaze. "I do not think She deserves this healing." Colours swirl about Her a raging tide. "Not after what She just did."

You fidget impatiently.

Her hand gently passing over a cocoon of light bearing the Goddess Li-varili with glowing, healing energies, Lantra says, "We must be patient." Her veiled gaze turns to Maylea coolly, and She says, "Then when She wakes, you may deal with Her as you desire. For now, She is under My care."

(Veiled): Shulamit (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I think...this will be a few too many beings all smashed into one little room. My soul has palpitations thinking upon it. So I will meditate very hard, and be there in spirit."

You think to yourself: pained negation - what good would it be, to deny help and healing to Someone who was wronged so for so long? an act of desperation, of fear, of Love, however twisted it became....

Calfuray tells you, "Umm... Might you be able to tell me where could I find an altar of Lady Lantra?"

Your melodic voice sings into Brave Herald Calfuray, of House Strongleaf's mind, "I know of some within the city. I would advice askings someone of Her Order ... can find out, after this."

(Veiled): You say, "We love you, Beloved Shulamits. You stay safe. It is O-K."

Though Mysrai looks as though She wishes to protest for a moment, looking briefly furious beyond comprehension, but then stills Herself, folding Her arms casually around Herself. "Then...it is all We can do to be patient. She suffered for aeons, and She suffers now. We must hope when She returns, She will be capable of understanding what it is She has done."

A queer sounding cry announces the arrival of a jaunty clockwork mockingbird. Pausing mid flight, it flings a slivered salad of satin sole in Lantra's direction with a mocking, "Deliver! Deeeeeliver! Tureee! Tureee!".
He is loyal to Isser Lunarose.
A jaunty clockwork mockingbird rises in a blur of brilliant blue metal, releasing a queer call as it takes off in flight.

Sapphira looks up into the air for divine inspiration.

A queer sounding cry announces the arrival of a jaunty clockwork mockingbird. Pausing mid flight, it flings a jumbled fruit and vegetable salad in Maylea's direction with a mocking, "Deliver! Deeeeeliver! Tureee! Tureee!".
He is loyal to Isser Lunarose.
A jaunty clockwork mockingbird rises in a blur of brilliant blue metal, releasing a queer call as it takes off in flight.

Lady Grey Sapphira d'Vanecu, Ensanguined Aesthete thinks to herself: What idiot owns that bird.

A queer sounding cry announces the arrival of a jaunty clockwork mockingbird. Pausing mid flight, it flings a platter of the most perfect suckling pig in Mysrai's direction with a mocking, "Deliver! Deeeeeliver! Tureee! Tureee!".
He is loyal to Isser Lunarose.
A jaunty clockwork mockingbird rises in a blur of brilliant blue metal, releasing a queer call as it takes off in flight.

Quietly, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "The Eye of Dynara has shattered, and its impact would have wounded even a hale and whole Elder. Li-varili has not been that for some time."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks back up towards the Moth on Scarlet Wings.

(Shadowlight): Romaan (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Do we do anything with these she'nasims that are floating about here?"

Her voice soft yet firm as She turns to Her Cousins gathered, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "We left the Awakening to Nocht, for that is His domain. Healing is Mine. Trust Me in it, or do not. I leave that up to you."

You have emoted: Gurashi considers Lantra as She speaks, their <antennae> flat atop their head and expression sorry.

Her oddly-echoing voice a whisper that sings about your ears, Mysrai, the Moth on Scarlet Wings says, "I will trust You, Lantra. Your mortals speak highly of Wisdom, and I trust You have not taught them of such only to discard it to the wayside in anger or haste."

(Veiled): You say, "I trust in Her yes."

Rekath glances askance at Eritheyl.

Maylea turns away from a cocoon of light bearing the Goddess Li-varili and murmurs to Lantra, "Then I hope your faith in Her is correct. And that She does not do more damage once She wakes again." The Goddess's golden eyes flash with rage. "She shattered the Eye, and the Sea Spirit is nowhere to be found in her crazed state. I know You think I only paint flowers, Lantra. But, once, You trusted Me in seeing beyond just the form as well."

Mysrai attempts to offer Lantra an assuring smile, though with Her moth-like appearance it is far more akin to a grimace.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Gael's lips as he glances at Xenthos.

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself.

You face lights up as you smile brightly at Mysrai.

(Veiled): Shulamit (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Be well! Be safe!"

Her voice cool and level as She replies, Lantra says, "Li-varili can answer for Her sins when She awakens. I would not punish Her, however, for the torment She endured at Drocilla's hands." At Maylea's words, She pauses for a moment, a flicker of light flashing across Her starlit veil. "We shall wait, then, and discover what remains to be seen in this matter."

(Veiled): You say, "We will! You too! We love you!"

Sutekh stares intently at the cocoon, fingers clasped together in immobile thought.

Lady Grey Sapphira d'Vanecu, Ensanguined Aesthete thinks to herself: Maybe they begin to see the why of what She did. Or perhaps they will refuse.

Turning, Maylea, Bloom of Serenity walks through a fold of prismatic light, swirls of peach petals surrounding Her form.

Contemptible Sutekh thinks to himself: It worked. There is a Sea Spirit now. A historic accomplishment, but...I threw myself into this for nothing beyond the feeling of controlling the tides? I don't know why They keep Her alive. My essence is tattered.

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

You nod your head emphatically.

Vivid rays in vermillion, beryl and sapphire tones suffuse the room as Tonatiuh steps gracefully through a stained-glass archway, leaving only falling shards of hyaline light in his wake.

(Veiled): Mysrai says, "I go to My rest now, Beloved. Dzaa."

(Veiled): You say, "Oh, yes!"

(Veiled): Sulwh says, "We will support You how we can."

Eritheyl nods solemnly to Tonatiuh.

(Veiled): You say, "You have worked so hard, Most Beloved!"

(Veiled): You say, "We love You lots! Thank You, for helping keep us all safe!!"

You see the following people here:
Qistrel, Yilan, Evette, Vyell, Faragan, Qillilitli, Fillirriqili, Sondayga, Rekath, Tridemon, Calioliahali, Kreon, Tyrus, Sapphira, Lantra, Tonatiuh, Lorina, Mysrai, Romaan, Sulwh, Xiran, Eritheyl, Vella, Gael, Xenthos, Sutekh, Uzriel, Kailanna, Yire, Zagreus, Chundae, Nialla, Esei, Falaine, Kistan, Gurashi.

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself.

(Veiled): Tonatiuh says, "Dzaa. Rest well, Most Beloved."

(Veiled): Sulwh says, "As always, my Will fights for You."

(Veiled): You say, "Dzaa! Have sweet dreams!"

You click your mandibles together energetically, chittering to yourself.

Wings of ethereal scarlet begin to flap at last, enfolding themselves upon Mysrai before She dissipates into a flotilla of moths that scatter away to the aether, leaving no trace of Her presence.

(Veiled): You say, "Love You too, yes!"

Contemptible Sutekh thinks to himself: What would have happened if the Gods had not interfered? I wish I could ask Him.

(Veiled): You say, "WOWEE what a months, Beloved Tonatiuh! Hi!"

You sway anxiously in your spot.

Giving a single glance to a cocoon of light bearing the Goddess Li-varili once more, Lantra turns away in a whirl of starlight, saying, "We shall see if this course was the right one, or not. For now, I will do what I can."

A quiet breeze sweeps through the vicinity as Lantra, the Empyreal dissolves in a luminous swirl of white lotus petals, leaving only twinkling motes of starlight in Her wake.

Madam Lorina, Matron of the Arts thinks to herself: What of the Great Spirit of the Sea?

As if drawing a curtain of water and light, the form of the Empyreal Goddess recedes into starlit mists, vanishing from the Basin of Life.

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

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

LOOKIT THE COCOON OF LI-VI
Cocooned in an immaculate light, the form of the Goddess Li-varili peacefully rests here upon the healing mound of Lantra, the White. The white scars that mark the turquoise-skinned Elder pulse with a gentle, twinkling radiance under the vigil of domothean crystals that hover over Her body, singing with faint, healing light. Her wild hair tangles about Herself in a blood-red halo, spilling behind Her in a dark curtain tangled with kelp and cattail reeds. There is a strange innocence to the normally imposing Divine in Her repose, as if thousands of years of tension have at last relinquished their hold on Her weary, exhausted body. Vines of white magnolia flowers blossom atop the healing mound, tenderly entwining about the Goddess's limbs to keep Her in place, though theirs is a firm, yet gentle grasp.
It weighs about 150 pounds.
It has the following aliases: cocoon, li-varili, goddess.

You shiver violently.

(OOC Clan): You say, "Cocoons."

Xiran inclines her head politely to those around her.
You twitch your mandibles as you voice a soft, curious chirr.
Eritheyl lifts up a wizzer image box and points it at a cocoon of light bearing the Goddess 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 Eritheyl's hands from the machine.
The soft voice of Xiran tickles your ear, "Are you alright?"
Esei tells you, "Be in the present, Gurashi, not the past."
(Celest): You say, "That was ..."
Tyrus leaves, following Xiran Stormcrow, Scribe of the Woodbine.
Xiran shakes an emerald-hued snowglobe vigorously, sending snowy flakes swirling about the inside of the snowglobe. As the flakes swirl about the Tree of Trees depicted within it begins to glow a radiant emerald. Icy flakes twist up from the ground about Xiran, enveloping her completely before bursting in every direction. Floating to the ground, the icy flakes softly melt, and Xiran is nowhere to be seen.
A gelatinous seal thumps the ground in agitation as he senses Xiran leave to the ether.
(Celest): You say, "Is everyone in the city O-K??"
(Celest): Romaan (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Do we kill these she'nasim things?"
(Squirrels): Lorina says, "Can you path here from Ethereal? >_>."
(Celest): You say, "The nereids? Most definitely."
(Celest): Romaan (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I will get on it."
Rekath wrinkles his nose and sniffs.
With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh murmurs, "Well. That happened."
You cannot follow into enemy territory.
Wobbling contently, a gelatinous seal waves a fond farewell as he sees Esei leave to the ether.
(Squirrels): Lorina says, "Oh yeah."
Nightmarish Lady Vella d'Vanecu, Vidamesse Rasant says, "Indeed."
A look of understanding crossing her features, Vyell nods her head slowly.
Rekath chuckles bitterly from behind his mask.
Rekath twitches spasmodically.
Kistan shrugs helplessly.
Yire, Pilgrim of Bodhi says, "Well uhh..."
(Celest): You say, "Do not like to advocates for violence but they are wrongly, a blights to be cleared from the seas. Ah - they entangle, yes! They are dangerous in large numbers, so be careful!"
Sulwh nods his head emphatically.
(Shadowlight): Romaan (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I am gathering a party to go hunt them, we are at the pool if you wish to join us."
Caliph Eritheyl Ryseni, the Dissident says, "Time to go home."
With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh murmurs, "I put fifty million essence into that and all of my power. Wonder how much Lord Zagreus is down."
==== Vyell leaves the room to the west, ====
(Trasto): You say, "I am all bashed out."
(Trasto): You say, "Holy crap."
(Trasto): You say, "Lol."
You sense the passage of Vyell to the west with a fluffy pair of ursine ears.
You've earned 0 of 20 daily credits.
Here's where you stand today.
With a melodic lilt, Caliph Rekath Ryseni of the Sand-sea says to Yire, "Come with me, kid. I'll give you a lift down."
Zagreus creases his brow in a frown.
You twitch your mandibles as you voice a soft, curious chirr.

Shimmering into existence, a barrier of immaculate white mist manifests before a cocoon of light bearing the Goddess Li-varili in answer, preventing any action from being taken upon the resting Divine.
A pall of inky shadows surrounds Gael, who vanishes in an explosion of oily darkness.
You glance askance.

Your melodic voice sings into Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters's mind, "Ah - dear one..."
The melodious voice of Tridemon resonates in your mind, "Mm?"
Your melodic voice sings into Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters's mind, "Ah - that was ... a lot."

Faintly buzzing, you whisper, "...would be rudely, to linger."

Chundae Lunarose thinks to herself: That... is probably wise, Lady Lantra. But... of course You would be wise. Mysrai said something about Wisdom!

Kistan nods his head emphatically.

You have emoted: Gurashi bows their head politely to a cocoon of light bearing the Goddess Li-varili, mandibles clicking excitedly.

<-- AND THAT WAS IT FOLKS. EVERYONE DISPERSED?! I'M SORRY I COULDN'T THINK TO LOOK AT THE STUPID ANEMONE, HECKITY.

Edit
Pub: 12 Jul 2021 18:35 UTC
Edit: 12 Jul 2021 18:43 UTC
Views: 128