Fynes visited Crossing tonight probably around 1am CST +or- 30 min. Here's a messy log..too tired to clean it up - someone who had one of the fragments brought it out for him to look at. He also had slightly more to say than usual.
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Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, west.
Shellwind says, "and we have been praying"
Fynes says, "Not all, not enough."
Shellwind looks at Fynes and sighs.
Shellwind says, "I wish I could do more"
Shellwind asks, "do you know the origins of the meteor?"
Teacher Peridema just arrived.
Fynes says, "I am no moon mage."
Shellwind smiles at Peridema, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Peridema smiles at Shellwind.
Shellwind says, "you are a cleric"
Peridema nods.
Fynes says, "Yes I am."
Vannir chuckles.
Shellwind says, "and we've had some clerics "
Fynes says, "And I fear Phelim grows angry."
Peridema glances at Shellwind.
Peridema ponders.
Vannir says, "He must be calmed then..."
Shellwind says, "discern a bit of Phelim on the fragment"
Peridema asks, "With the lack of prayers to him?"
Fynes says, "If he can place stars in the sky he can hurl them down."
Shellwind nods to Fynes.
Peridema says, "That makes sense."
Peridema nods to Shellwind.
Peridema ponders.
Shellwind says, "the fragment that I was allowed to study"
Shellwind says, "was very cold"
A shimmering mirror of shadows appears momentarily in the air above, briefly revealing Treiz's face.
Fynes asks, "Many died yes?"
Shellwind says, "not really"
Shellwind says, "a few"
Fynes asks, "But how many prayed?"
Shellwind says, "not many"
Shellwind says, "i'm afraid"
Fynes nods.
Shellwind frets.
Peridema nods.
Shellwind says, "there was a prayer service earlier though"
Shellwind says, "before the meteor fell"
Shellwind says, "there are many of us that are desparately trying to appease Phelim"
Fynes says, "A prayer service here...one there...."
Shellwind nods to Fynes.
Shellwind says, "but, it's more than none"
A shimmering mirror of shadows appears momentarily in the air above, briefly revealing Dalbin's face.
Shellwind nods to Fynes.
Fynes says, "Faith is not a garment you put on when it suits you."
A shimmering mirror of shadows appears momentarily in the air above, briefly revealing Lyonas's face.
Shellwind says, "correct, however, we have been spreading the word"
Fynes says, "Perhaps you have faith but so many others..."
Shellwind nods to Fynes.
Vannir says, "and prayer isn't always proof of faith..."
Shellwind says, "agreed"
Shellwind squints.
Fynes says, "Prayer doesn't have to be a show."
Vannir nods to Fynes.
Shellwind nods at Fynes, obviously agreeing with his views.
Fynes says, "I tell you now."
Fynes says, "This is not over."
Vannir asks, "Is this just the beginning?"
A limping S'kra Mur man with a dark smile strolls into the area, looking around casually.
The limping S'kra Mur man wanders off.
Peridema asks, "The stars falling from the sky?"
Fynes says, "Look to the sky and pray to Phelim."
Peridema nods.
Shellwind nods to Fynes.
Fynes says, "There is more to come."
Luceano's group just arrived.
Vannir scans the sky from horizon to horizon.
Peridema asks, "What prayer would please Phelim best?"
Shellwind frowns at Fynes.
Luceano gives Shellwind a gentle poke in the ribs.
Shellwind squirms.
Fynes glances up at the sky.
Shellwind gazes up at the sky.
Peridema scans the sky, looking for portents and insight.
Dunks leans on Shellwind.
Dunks winks at Shellwind.
Fynes says, "Much more.."
Peridema glances up at the sky.
After a few moments she lowers her gaze.
Dunks frowns.
Peridema nods.
Shellwind asks, "more of the sky falling?"
Dunks begins nagging Shellwind unmercifully.
Shellwind peers quizzically at Fynes.
Dunks says, "I wish"
Fynes nods.
Shellwind frets.
Peridema gazes solemnly at the sky.
Sydonie ponders.
A shimmering mirror of shadows appears momentarily in the air above, briefly revealing Caelumia's face.
Shellwind says, "I don't know how we can force those that are complacent"
Shellwind says, "to pray"
Fynes says, "The fools who think this is simple magic simple moon mage mummery..."
Quickblade Elaniea just arrived.
Quickblade Elaniea just went north.
Shellwind blinks.
Fynes says, "They will learn."
Peridema glances at Shellwind.
Shellwind glances at Peridema.
Shellwind leans on Peridema.
Shellwind nods to Fynes.
Fynes says, "When the fall happens again."
Shellwind asks, "would you be willing to lead us in a prayer?"
Luceano frowns at Shellwind.
Sydonie asks, "To whom?"
Shellwind says, "Phelim of course"
Shellwind nods to Sydonie.
Fynes says, "I am no leader I am a voice in the wilderness."
Sydonie says, "Oh of course."
Sydonie chuckles.
Shellwind grins at Sydonie, her dimples flashing into view.
You notice as a brown lynx pads into the area.
The brown lynx begins to watch the goings on carefully.
Sydonie says, "How silly of me."
The brown lynx pads off.
Shellwind rolls her eyes.
Dunks leans on Shellwind.
Dunks crosses his eyes.
Fynes says, "I was driven from my mission of coversion to speard my warnings."
Archivist Ianuilleam just arrived.
Archivist Ianuilleam just went north.
Vannir asks, "Is that all?"
Sydonie says, "I love your ring."
Sydonie nods to Shellwind.
Shellwind says, "we've heard you.. but it feels like"
Fynes asks, "Is that not enough?"
Peridema glances at Vannir.
Vannir says, "That depends on how you feel I suppose."
Shellwind says, "feels like you haven't given us the whole story"
Fynes asks, "You want a simple answer?"
Shellwind gazes at Fynes.
Shellwind says, "no"
Vannir asks, "Is your only mission to warn?"
Shellwind says, "I just want the answer"
Shellwind says, "simple ...complicated"
Fynes says, "You just want the answer."
Shellwind nods to Fynes.
Vannir asks, "and what do you want?"
Dunks sighs.
Dunks hugs Luceano, who wraps his arms around Dunks with a warm smile.
Dunks wraps his arms around Sydonie in a tender embrace, pressing his cheek against Sydonie's.
Sunderer Dunks just went east.
Fynes says, "I want to be free of the voices that send me here to speard warning and return to my mission in the desert."
Shellwind asks, "so they only tell you to warn us?"
Vannir asks, "Perhaps you were sent to do more then just voice your warnings?"
Shellwind nods to Vannir.
Sydonie asks, "You hear voices?"
Sydonie peers quizzically at Fynes.
The urchin sings out, "Snowballs! Only 20 copper kronars!"
Fynes says, "Warn and urge you to pray."
Luceano asks, "To warn of the sin of intermarriage with Prydaens?"
Peridema covers her eyes with her hand.
Luceano says, "I just got here. I may be off track, but your message sounds similar to mine."
The bandages binding Sydonie's right leg soak through with blood as it begins bleeding again.
Sydonie works carefully at tending her wounded right leg.
Fynes says, "I doubt that."
Druid Basthet's group just arrived.
Basthet dreamily murmurs a brief prayer to herself.
Shellwind says to Luceano, "different immortal Luceano"
Peridema glances at Basthet.
Vannir asks, "If that is your only goal, why stop at just warning us? What else do the voices say?"
Shellwind grins at Sydonie, her dimples flashing into view.
Fynes says, "The only sin is your blaspheming in the name of Aldauth."
Peridema asks Basthet, "You encouraged people to pray through the gwethdesuan?"
Luceano frowns at Fynes.
Vannir laughs!
Fynes says, "Had I time I would convert you by the sword."
Vannir gets a reinforced leaf-blade sword with a grip wrapped in black sharkskin from inside his backpack.
Sydonie grins at Shellwind, her dimples flashing into view.
Vannir offers Fynes a reinforced leaf-blade sword with a grip wrapped in black sharkskin.
Basthet nods to Peridema.
Peridema smiles at Basthet.
Shellwind gasps!
Fynes shakes his head.
Vannir puts his sword in his backpack.
Hashi dreamily murmurs a brief prayer to herself.
The urchin smiles at a passing woman. "What a beauty!" he says under his breath.
Fynes says, "Now is not the time."
(Sydonie agrees with the urchin.)
Draac ponders.
Shellwind glances at Luceano.
Peridema asks, "Now is the time to warn us of what the voices have told you? Could you tell us more about them?"
Fynes says, "I warned you."
Peridema nods.
The urchin sings out, "Snowballs! Only 20 copper kronars!"
Luceano says to Fynes, "I think you've come to lead the people astray."
Fynes says, "I spoke of the dimming."
Peridema nods to Fynes.
Vannir glances up at the sky.
After a few moments he lowers his gaze.
Luceano says, "And to further the descent of this city into a moral chaos."
Bowing slightly to Fynes, Hashi salutes by bringing her hands up and making a fist with the right while covering it with her open left hand.
Fynes asks, "How could this not follow?"
Peridema raises an eyebrow in Luceano's direction.
Strange wisps of spectral flame streak and whorl around Draac.
Vannir gestures.
Vannir glances up at the sky.
After a few moments he lowers his gaze.
Fynes says, "And there is worse to come."
Vannir glances up at the sky.
After a few moments he lowers his gaze.
Peridema nods.
Peridema asks, "And the prayers, they will help us with what is to come?"
Draac nods to Hashi.
Shellwind asks, "do you know what is in store? or only that it is worse?"
Basthet asks, "What more can be done aside from prayer?"
Shellwind nods to Basthet.
Hashi's earring shudders and assumes its spider form before skittering to her finger where, with a rapid exudation of webbing, it forms itself into a ring and freezes in place.
Shellwind leans on Peridema.
Sydonie asks, "Do the voices tell you to hurt yourself?"
Fynes asks, "Do you think that prayer is not enough?"
Peridema smiles at Shellwind.
Shellwind looks at Fynes and shrugs.
Basthet says, "perhaps not"
Shellwind says, "apperently, those of us who have been praying, feel defeated"
Fynes says, "No but perhaps they tell me to mark you for conversion."
Shellwind says, "at this point"
Fynes fixes Sydonie with a serene, lofty stare.
The urchin sings out, "Snowballs! Only 20 copper kronars!"
Shellwind seems to be concentrating intently on something.
Sydonie flirts with Fynes.
Shellwind holds a dark cambrinth armband inset with a multitude of tiny gemstone chips in both hands and closes her eyes in concentration.
Draac sighs.
Vannir says, "Many of those that pray now only pray because you tell them to."
Shellwind gestures.
Shellwind's cambrinth armband emits a loud snap.
Fynes nods to Vannir.
Hashi says, "Prayer may well be enough, I think we ask to make sure we understand what you include in the meaning of prayer."
Shellwind nods to Vannir.
Hashi nods to Fynes.
Sydonie says, "Or maybe I'll convert YOU"
Sydonie nods to Fynes.
Fynes says, "I do not understand why people feel prayer is not enough."
Luceano praises Sydonie.
The urchin stares off into the distance, his eyes on something you cannot see.
Sydonie says, "With my womanly wiles."
Draac asks, "Have ye not made offerings to Phelim as well?"
Luceano says, "Prayer is not enough. The one true Lord, our holy Aldauth, demands moral purity and adherence to his laws. Only when this happens will the recent events cease."
Draac peers quizzically at Fynes.
Basthet says, "clean the altars"
Draac says, "Aside from prayer alone."
Fynes says, "I give one drop of my own blood as offering."
Sydonie says, "I could do a little prayer dance for you and everything."
Sydonie winks at Fynes.
Hashi nods to Fynes.
Shellwind gazes at Fynes.
Draac asks, "So ye feel then prayer is not enough?"
Hashi's ring shudders and assumes its spider form before skittering to her wrist where, with a rapid exudation of webbing, it forms itself into a bracelet and freezes in place.
Draac asks, "By offering your blood?"
Draac's cloak flutters softly in the breeze.
Peridema glances at Shellwind.
Fynes says, "That is my personal offering to give a piece of myself."
The snake around Sydonie's waist drops down to her ankle to become a strange sort of golden anklet.
Shellwind seems to be concentrating intently on something.
Shellwind seems to be concentrating intently on something.
Draac nods.
Basthet nods to Fynes.
Shellwind gestures.
Fynes says, "But prayer is the conduit to the immortals ears."
Hashi nods.
Fateweaver Caelumia just arrived.
Basthet nods.
Shellwind nods to Fynes.
Basthet kneels down.
A grumpy Shadow Servant trudges in, following its master.
Sydonie says, "So true, so true."
Sydonie nods to Fynes.
Basthet dreamily murmurs a brief prayer to herself.
Basthet's skin gleams with a fiery lustre, her eyes determined and ready.
Peridema gestures.
A dizzying sequence of chaotic color churns over the surface of the a luminous orb of coruscating rainbowed light floating near Basthet.
Luceano smiles at Caelumia.
Shellwind seems to be concentrating intently on something.
The urchin scoops up some snow and begins to pack it into a ball.
Shellwind seems to be concentrating intently on something.
Sylnnt just arrived.
Sylnnt appears to be concentrating intently on something.
Sydonie says, "I prayed that I would be blessed with a handsome husband to be and lo and behold"
Sylnnt just went west.
Sydonie says, "Prayer granted"
Fynes says, "Carry on all you wish about this being a simple matter of stars and magic."
Vannir asks, "So when will your warnings be done, when will you be able to return to where you came?"
Pharrell just arrived.
Shellwind gestures.
With a dull roar, flares of blazing crimson light explode into being and swirl around Shellwind, covering her in a protective cage of pulsing celestial fire.
Pharrell just went north.
Pharrell just arrived.
Pharrell just went west.
Basthet stands up.
The urchin sneaks a bite of a crust of bread when he thinks no one is looking.
Luceano grins at Caelumia.
Fynes says, "It is my belief that yes I will be allowed to return to my mission."
Sydonie asks, "In the desert?"
Peridema nods.
Basthet gestures.
Wisps of spectral flame whorl about Basthet's body, shrouding her in a warm, illuminating glow.
Shellwind nods to Sydonie.
The bandages binding Sydonie's right leg soak through with blood as it begins bleeding again.
Fynes says, "In the desert."
Sydonie works carefully at tending her wounded right leg.
Sydonie says, "I like sand."
Sydonie nods to Fynes.
Fynes appears to be concentrating intently on something.
Sydonie giggles at Shellwind.
Shellwind leans on Sydonie.
Caelumia says, "Prophecy is not so much to do with magic, per se."
Shellwind nods at Sydonie, obviously agreeing with her views.
Draac leans on Hashi.
The field of silver-blue light dissipates from around Draac.
The field of silver-blue light dissipates from around Hashi.
The field of silver-blue light dissipates from around Basthet.
You get an odd feeling that someone is watching you. It quickly passes.
Fynes says, "Ahhh the voice of the blasphemer."
Draac's skin gleams with a fiery lustre, his eyes determined and ready.
Shellwind frowns at Fynes.
Sydonie asks, "Only one?"
Shellwind seems to be concentrating intently on something.
Caelumia says, "Urvkil isn't here, dearie."
Shellwind seems to be concentrating intently on something.
Fynes says, "I was speaking of you."
Caelumia says, "Ah, I am blasphemer now? We got along rather well last time."
Shellwind gestures.
Pale yellow sparks begin to flicker over Shellwind's body.
The urchin sings out, "Snowballs! Only 20 copper kronars!"
Sydonie glances up at the sky.
Caelumia seems to be concentrating intently on something.
Caelumia gestures.
A fierce blue-white glare forces you to avert your eyes for a moment. When it subsides, a blue Moongate stands before you, rippling slightly.
Fynes says, "But you have not yet seen the truth of the fall."
Peridema puts her orb in her tinker's pack.
Nomad Kandalas came through a blue Moongate.
Peridema peers through the Moongate.
Shellwind peers through the Moongate.
Luceano peers through the Moongate.
Kandalas bows to Caelumia.
Sydonie peers through the Moongate.
A blue Moongate collapses in on itself.
Caelumia says, "I wonder who has been dripping poison in your ears."
Sydonie says, "How addicting is that."
Luceano rubs Sydonie's neck.
Sydonie grins at Luceano, her dimples flashing into view.
Sydonie says, "We all have to look."
Fynes says, "No poison."
Caelumia says, "I imagine the truth lies between empirical study and symbolism."
Caelumia says, "Not in either camp."
Zame just arrived.
Fynes ponders.
Zame's feet are dripping water everywhere.
Tlus Chudin Sydonie just went west.
Tlus Chudin Sydonie just arrived.
Tlus Chudin Sydonie just went east.
Draac's eyes glisten with a strange red light.
The rainbow orb floats serenely in the air, just above Basthet's head.
Tlus Chudin Sydonie just arrived.
Sydonie joins Luceano's group.
The urchin whistles to himself, looking about for prospective clients.
Sydonie snuggles up to Luceano.
Shellwind gazes intently at a grumpy Shadow Servant.
Luceano rubs Sydonie gently, massaging her muscles.
Fynes says, "When last we spoke you were convinced it was all magic with no immortals involved."
Hashi's ring shudders and assumes its spider form before skittering to her ear where, with a rapid exudation of webbing, it forms itself into an earring and freezes in place.
A shimmering mirror of shadows appears momentarily in the air above, briefly revealing Dalbin's face.
Caelumia says, "When last we spoke I don't think I mentioned either way."
Zame's feet are soaked.
Sydonie begins pouting.
Zame looks over Sydonie very closely.
Sydonie waves to Zame.
The soft white glow fades from around Draac.
The urchin sings out, "Snowballs! Only 20 copper kronars!"
Zame smiles at Sydonie.
Fynes asks, "And now?"
Vannir asks, "Regardless, have you come to offer another warning?"
Fynes says, "Yes."
A grumpy Shadow Servant gets a strained look for a moment, then regurgitates a monogrammed duffel bag and hands it to Caelumia.
Kandalas frowns.
Sydonie says, "We didn't speak last time."
Zame grins at Sydonie.
Caelumia gets a great helm topped with a silver crown and pure white swan feather plumes from inside her duffel bag.
Caelumia hands a grumpy Shadow Servant her duffel bag.
It swallows the bag in one mighty gulp.
Fynes says, "I have done so."
Sydonie beams at Zame!
Zame grins.
Caelumia knocks on a great helm topped with a silver crown and pure white swan feather plumes.
Shellwind says, "when my cleric friend examined the fragment, he discerned that it was a relic of Phelim"
Caelumia says, "And now I think plate helmets are advisable."
Zame appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Fynes chuckles at Caelumia.
Kandalas winces.
Sydonie grins at Zame, her dimples flashing into view.
A shimmering mirror of shadows appears momentarily in the air above, briefly revealing Treiz's face.
Zame grins at Sydonie.
Rune Mage Dakarnis just arrived.
Peridema nods.
Rune Mage Dakarnis just went east.
Zame shrugs.
Fynes says, "Then here is my warning."
Rune Mage Dakarnis just arrived.
Draac nods to Hashi.
Tendrils of multicolored light exude from the orb hovering near Basthet, wreathing around her neck and shoulders like an ethereal shawl.
Shellwind gazes at Fynes.
Hashi asks, "what is the cause of this fading, could you tell us that?"
Sydonie asks, "Oh is it fighting time?"
Hashi tips her helm to Fynes with a courteous nod.
Shellwind folds her arms across her chest.
Dakarnis blinks.
Vannir appears to be listening intently for something.
Fynes says, "Keep that helm on for the falls have just begun."
Zame grins.
The soft silver glow fades from around Draac.
Zame bows to Sydonie.
Factor Zame just went east.
Shellwind frowns at Fynes.
You get an odd feeling that someone is watching you. It quickly passes.
Sydonie gestures.
Soft waves of a gentle, warm peach color flicker around her.
Caelumia says, "You say the same things Urvkil does, really."
Peridema nods.
Basthet asks, "Is it warning to us or just her?"
Kandalas gestures.
Tendrils of blue-white light silently shimmer into view and wrap around Kandalas, covering him in a protective cage of light that forms a lattice of geometric shapes.
Shellwind grins at Basthet, her dimples flashing into view.
Fynes says, "To all."
Sydonie asks, "What are the falls again?"
Fingers of spectral flame flicker down Basthet's forearms to swirl over her clenched fists for a brief moment.
Aquanelle just arrived.
Sydonie ponders.
Caelumia says to Basthet, "When I have visions, I move -away-, not toward."
Vannir says, "I doubt Phelim only is unhappy with her."
Aquanelle blinks.
Shellwind says, "the meteors fragments"
Hashi nods to Fynes.
Aquanelle stands up.
Aquanelle appears to be concentrating intently on something.
Sydonie says, "Oh right."
Sydonie nods to Shellwind.
Kandalas scans the sky, looking for portents and insight.
Aquanelle just went northeast.
Shellwind winks at Sydonie.
Kandalas gestures.
Sydonie says, "What if it's not immortals or magic?? What if it's...."
Sydonie gasps!
Hashi says, "and you don't tell all that you know, nor do you speak without crookedness in thought"
Sydonie asks, "Just natural?"
Hashi nods to Caelumia.
Caelumia says, "I don't know what you mean."
Hashi says, "I didn't think you would."
Hashi shrugs.
Peridema says, "Perhaps there's a way for people of both schools of thought to work together."
Fynes says, "Natural , nature, all controlled by the immortals."
Sydonie says, "That was really confusing"
Sydonie nods to Hashi.
Hashi nods to Fynes.
Caelumia says, "That is the line they're touting, yes."
Caelumia says, "But to reject the influence of the Web."
Shellwind asks Fynes, "you say there will be more... what do these fragments represent? I know it's not just magic, and the cleric said it's a relic of Phelim, are these pieces of the Nightingale constellation?"
Peridema shivers.
Hashi says, "I don't think that's rejection, more augmentation."
Sylnnt just arrived.
Sylnnt appears to be concentrating intently on something.
Sylnnt just went east.
Fynes says, "I have not seen the relics yet I can not say."
Glimmering red-gold sparks leap errantly off of Basthet's body.
Luceano grins at Sydonie.
Shellwind nods to Fynes.
Shellwind says, "I have"
Draac's cloak flutters softly in the breeze.
Shellwind says, "and I can tell you what I found, if you'd like to know"
Caelumia says, "It would be fair to say it radiates both if it does anything."
Peridema peers quizzically at Shellwind.
Peridema ponders.
The bandages binding Sydonie's right leg soak through with blood as it begins bleeding again.
Dakarnis glances up at the sky.
After a few moments he lowers his gaze.
Sydonie works carefully at tending her wounded right leg.
Kandalas asks, "Relics?"
Shellwind says, "fragments"
Caelumia says, "Pieces of the meteorites."
Peridema nods.
Caelumia says, "Several were found."
Shellwind says, "that fell from the sky"
A luminous orb of coruscating rainbowed light spins slowly through the air, orbiting Basthet's body like a miniature, luminous moon.
Luceano grins at Sydonie.
Shellwind nods to Caelumia.
Fynes begins to shiver.
Kandalas blinks.
Shellwind says, "my friend found one that was a glowing iron fragment"
Shellwind glances at Fynes.
Hashi's amulet shudders and assumes its spider form before skittering to her finger where, with a rapid exudation of webbing, it forms itself into a ring and freezes in place.
Fynes says, "An old complaint from desert living , carry on."
Kandalas says, "They must have interesting stellar energies."
Fingers of spectral flame flicker down Draac's forearms to swirl over his clenched fists for a brief moment.
Caelumia nods to Kandalas.
Peridema glances up at the sky.
After a few moments she lowers her gaze.
Shellwind says, "it was actually full of celestial magic"
Rune Mage Dakarnis just went east.
Rune Mage Dakarnis just arrived.
Peridema gazes solemnly at the sky.
The soft silver glow fades from around Hashi.
Draac nods to Hashi.
Peridema ponders.
The urchin suddenly reaches in and takes out a particularly hard and icy snowball from the box. Muttering something to himself, he throws it as hard as he can at a wall, watching it shatter.
Shellwind says, "and I got the sense that, now that it landed here, its power will wind down"
Shellwind says, "or fade"
Caelumia puts her helm in her suede haversack.
Basthet gestures.
Wisps of spectral flame whorl about Basthet's body, shrouding her in a warm, illuminating glow.
Fynes says, "As Phelim wills."
Kandalas ponders.
Hashi makes a holy gesture and intones reverently, "Phelim, hear my plea!"
She begins to glow with a pristine, luminous aura of divinity.
Shellwind smiles at Hashi, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Deadly Primeval just arrived.
Shellwind says, "oh "
Caelumia says, "Lunar mana is the result of the movement and interaction between large bodies. And they aren't really moving so much anymore."
Glimmering red-gold sparks leap errantly off of Draac's body.
Caelumia asks Primeval, "Decide yet?"
Sydonie mutters into the air something about about brown noses..
Primeval says, "One moment."
Primeval says, "I need to get it."
Shellwind nods.
Deadly Primeval just went east.
Kandalas asks, "Do these meteors come from within the Nightingale?"
Fynes says, "Perhaps yes."
The rainbow orb of light hovering near Basthet pulses, as if alive.
Shellwind says, "Primeval will get the fragment for your examination Fynes"
Deadly Primeval just arrived.
Peridema gazes solemnly at the sky.
Basthet gestures.
Wisps of spectral flame whorl about Basthet's body, shrouding her in a warm, illuminating glow.
Shellwind smiles at Primeval, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Primeval nods to Shellwind.
Caelumia raises an eyebrow in Primeval's direction.
Primeval smiles.
Sydonie asks, "Are the voices male or female?"
Sydonie peers quizzically at Fynes.
Sydonie says, "Just curious."
Shellwind asks, "get it out and let him see it?"
Primeval says, "I have it in my hands."
Primeval taps a glowing iron fragment that he is holding.
Fynes peers quizzically at Sydonie.
Shellwind nods.
Shellwind says, "it's very cold"
Sydonie says, "The voices you hear."
Sydonie nods to Fynes.
Fynes says, "Be silent fool."
Shellwind says, "you need armor "
Sydonie grins at Fynes, her dimples flashing into view.
Draac nods to Basthet.
Shellwind blinks at Fynes.
Draac's cloak flutters softly in the breeze.
Shellwind motions to Primeval.
Sydonie says, "Touchy subject."
Fynes asks, "May I see it?"
Shellwind glances at Primeval.
Shellwind nods to Primeval.
The snake around Sydonie's ankle slithers up her leg and wraps itself contentedly about her waist.
Primeval blinks.
A ghostly barrier of spectral flame materializes before Draac, distorting his visage as waves of intense heat wash upward around him.
A dizzying sequence of chaotic color churns over the surface of the a luminous orb of coruscating rainbowed light floating near Basthet.
Primeval offers Fynes a glowing iron fragment.
Fynes accepts Primeval's glowing fragment.
Primeval says, "Be careful, its very cold."
Primeval nods to Fynes.
Shellwind nods at Primeval, obviously agreeing with his views.
Peridema gazes solemnly at the sky.
Shellwind leans on Primeval.
Tendrils of ethereal blue light suddenly enwreathe Draac, fading from view as they race in a swirling pattern down his body, disappearing into the ground.
Fynes says, "Divine meaning."
Luceano says, "Hm"
Shellwind ponders.
Peridema glances up at the sky.
After a few moments she lowers her gaze.
Kandalas chortles softly at some secret joke.
Fingers of spectral flame flicker down Basthet's forearms to swirl over her clenched fists for a brief moment.
Kandalas says, "We all see the symbols we choose to see."
Hashi appears to be concentrating intently on something.
Sydonie says, "How did I not guess that"
Shellwind asks, "anything else?"
Fynes offers Primeval a glowing iron fragment.
Primeval accepts Fynes's glowing fragment.
Luceano says, "I don't approve of this. This is creeping toward idolatry."
Primeval asks, "What did you see?"
Primeval peers quizzically at Fynes.
Dakarnis asks, "Like we don't have that already?"
Shellwind sighs softly as the pale yellow sparks surrounding her body fade away.
Shellwind smiles at Primeval, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Dakarnis rubs his hand across his snake icon, nicking himself in the process!
Hashi gestures her arms in a wide arc, slowly bringing her hands together to steeple her fingers.
Sydonie asks, "What Would Aldauth Do?"
Sydonie peers quizzically at Luceano.
Fynes says, "Something...it had a divine feeling something I could not put my finger on."
Basthet gestures.
Wisps of spectral flame whorl about Basthet's body, shrouding her in a warm, illuminating glow.
Hashi raises an eyebrow.
Shellwind ponders.
Draac ponders.
Primeval offers Caelumia a glowing iron fragment.
The bandages binding Sydonie's right leg soak through with blood as it begins bleeding again.
Peridema ponders.
Sydonie works carefully at tending her wounded right leg.
Caelumia gets some mail gloves from inside her suede haversack.
Fynes says, "The magic in it is dissapating but not quickly."
Caelumia slips some mail gloves onto her hands.
Kandalas tilts his head to one side.
The urchin sneaks a bite of a crust of bread when he thinks no one is looking.
Caelumia accepts Primeval's glowing fragment.
Shellwind says, "wear armor"
Primeval says, "That's what others have said as well."
Primeval nods to Fynes.
Hashi's amulet stretches and reverts to its spider form before skittering to her bucket boots and enshrouding them in webbing.
Shellwind nods at Fynes, obviously agreeing with his views.
Shellwind says, "I also saw that"
Fynes says, "But of more intrest is the divine feeling."
Dakarnis asks, "Anything lunar about it other than it's origins?"
Basthet gestures over the rainbow orb, muttering tones of enchantment!
The rainbow orb is wreathed in a shroud of misty white light. Suddenly, the shroud begins to fray into wispy tendrils that seem to mimic the motions of Basthet's arcane gestures. Slowly the tendrils meld with it, sinking into its core as it sets off a luminous glow.
Fynes says, "Like it has a secret to tell."
Peridema ponders.
Shellwind says, "and it could be a stellar fragment"
Primeval blinks.
Peridema asks, "How would one hear the secret?"
Caelumia says, "It has an inherent and distant connection to other celestial bodies."
Druid Basthet's group just went east.
Kandalas asks Caelumia, "Can you identify which ones?"
Shellwind says, "or merely meteoric iron"
Dakarnis says, "If you can't sense much more then that only a guild leader or the like can"
Divine Knight Draac just arrived.
Theosophist Hashi just arrived.
Hashi joins Draac's group.
Caelumia says, "No... I don't detect anything specific. It's not an enchantment, or a spell, but raw energy."
Fynes says, "It should be taken to Tallis."
Caelumia indicates her glowing fragment with a smile.
Primeval blinks at Fynes.
Caelumia says, "It is, indeed, very cold."
Peridema nods.
Shellwind nods at Caelumia, obviously agreeing with her views.
Caelumia says, "I would suggest showing it to Master Kssarh, personally."
Caelumia says, "Or better, Mortom."
Dakarnis asks, "Do your magical powers feel bolstered any?"
Fynes says, "You would."
Luceano says, "I think it should be destroyed"
Caelumia taps a glowing iron fragment that she is holding.
Caelumia frowns.
Druid Basthet just arrived.
Caelumia offers Primeval a glowing iron fragment.
Primeval accepts Caelumia's glowing fragment.
Basthet joins Draac's group.
Primeval nods to Caelumia.
Fynes says, "But there is a divine feeling to it that must be made more clear."
Shellwind's cage of celestial fire erupts in a flare of crimson light and vanishes.
Shellwind says, "it may be able to amplify the starlight sphere spell"
Shellwind nods to Fynes.
Caelumia says to Primeval, "It would likely amplify Starlight Sphere, if you can find a mage with that spell."
Peridema says, "Perhaps there's time for both to learn from it."
Kandalas asks Primeval, "If the celestial energy is leaking from it, perhaps it bears charging?"
Displacer Vannir just went east.
Primeval asks, "Is that lunar magic?"
Primeval peers quizzically at Caelumia.
Caelumia says, "All I can detect is Lunar magic."
Caelumia says, "That is not unusual though."
Several guards arrive, dragging Synamon behind them! Quickly, they wrestle her into the stocks and close the stocks with a loud clack. Laughing, they walk away to return to their duties.
Primeval nods to Caelumia.
The urchin sneaks a bite of a crust of bread when he thinks no one is looking.
Shellwind says, "earlier, as I said, a cleric felt that it was a relic of Phelim"
Primeval puts his fragment in his leather haversack.
Fynes nods.
Sydonie giggles at Synamon.
Sydonie says, "Good timing."
Synamon struggles against her bonds.
Primeval nods at Shellwind, obviously agreeing with her views.
Shellwind says, "we considered putting it on Phelims altar"
Fynes says, "I felt a deeper divine meaning."
Kandalas ponders.
Dakarnis asks, "Phelim tied to cold iron?"
Kandalas's cage of light loses cohesion and drifts away as motes of blue-white light.
Caelumia says, "When mages are trained we become blind to other kinds of mana, so it's not surprising that we do not detect the same influences on that object."
Synamon says, "damn"
Draac says, "It can be taken to Tallis first...then to others if Tallis can not help."
Draac ponders.
Caelumia says, "I would not trust Tallis with it."
Luceano nods to Caelumia.
Fynes fixes Caelumia with a serene, lofty stare.
Luceano says, "I agree"
Shellwind asks, "why Tallis?"
Draac says, "Yes, we gathered that much."
The urchin suddenly reaches in and takes out a particularly hard and icy snowball from the box. Muttering something to himself, he throws it as hard as he can at a wall, watching it shatter.
Shellwind asks, "when we've been praying to Phelim?"
Primeval says, "I find myself hard-pressed to trust many at this time."
Primeval shrugs.
Shellwind says, "I do not understand the connection"
Shellwind nods at Primeval, obviously agreeing with his views.
Caelumia says, "Quite frankly she's more likely to declare it a relic and put it in a box somewhere away from scholars capable of studying it."
Shellwind peers quizzically at Fynes.
Draac says, "A relic of Phelim. I would think Tallis may know something."
Fynes says, "Yes you should keep it close but let Tallis see it she will not steal it from you."
Caelumia says, "Holy or Lunar scholars."
Caelumia says, "Both, preferably."
Peridema says, "Perhaps members of both guilds should be present to ensure good faith."
Basthet says, "I'm sure she wouldn't."
Peridema nods to Caelumia.
Primeval asks Fynes, "I have your word?"
Synamon struggles against her bonds.
A shimmering mirror of shadows appears momentarily in the air above, briefly revealing Seine's face.
Sydonie asks, "Do you trust his word?"
Hurler Ianuilleam's group just arrived.
Sydonie peers quizzically at Primeval.
Fynes says, "I speak only for me but I am sure she is above petty theft."
Ianuilleam points at Synamon.
Synamon struggles against her bonds.
Peridema nods.
Allye gazes off into the distance.
Basthet nods to Fynes.
Uthgaar chuckles at Synamon.
Remilia blinks.
Primeval asks Sydonie, "Not particularly, but whom should I trust?"
Ianuilleam exclaims, "LAWBREAKER!"
Shellwind nods to Primeval.
Uthgaar just tickled Synamon, who laughs and returns the favor.
Peridema says, "I don't how he can be expected to say more on her behalf."
Synamon struggles against her bonds.
The pristine, luminous aura of divinity slowly wanes from about Hashi.
Kandalas asks, "Frankly, if the energy is winding down, time is of the essense?"
Aamina just tickled Synamon, who laughs and returns the favor.
A wisp of spectral fire sweeps about Basthet briefly.
Caelumia says, "Yes, I think so."
Sydonie says, "Not me."
Primeval nods at Kandalas, obviously agreeing with his views.
"Tomatoes are out of season," the urchin pipes, "but I got...snowballs!"
The urchin scoops up some snow and begins to pack it into a ball.
Sydonie shakes her head at Primeval.
Uthgaar asks, "how does she tickle back?"
Caelumia says, "It's not a star in any case."
Uthgaar chuckles.
"Yes indeed!" the urchin pipes. "Snowballs I have! You want a snowball, just give me twenty or more copper kronars, and it's all yours!"
Allye holds hands with Synamon.
Synamon says, "i had to flirt with the guards to get them to notice me "
Remilia chuckles.
Fynes says, "Winding down but not quickly."
Displacer Vannir just arrived.
Aamina giggles.
Remilia giggles at Synamon.
Allye ponders.
War Healer Allye just went north.
War Healer Allye just arrived.
Primeval asks, "So, we have some time?"
Primeval peers quizzically at Fynes.
Allye pulls Synamon to her feet.
Ianuilleam says, "anyone got some kronars? the urchin has snowballs"
Synamon struggles against her bonds.
Allye holds hands with Synamon.
War Healer Allye's group just went north.
Peridema sighs.
Remilia blinks.
Fynes says, "Some yes."
Primeval nods to Fynes.
Sydonie closes her eyes for a moment and grows still.
Sydonie is stunned!
Remilia just slinked off gracefully, moving north.
Remilia just came slinking in.
Remilia just slinked off gracefully, moving north.
The urchin sings out, "Snowballs! Only 20 copper kronars!"
Remilia just came slinking in.
Ianuilleam asks, "Did Allye just break Syn out?"
Fynes says, "Even if it looses the power that divine feeling is something else."
Aamina chuckles.
Remilia gasps!
Peridema ponders.
Primeval nods to Fynes.
Uthgaar says, "I think she did"
Remilia gestures.
Caelumia sighs.
Uthgaar chuckles.
Aamina laughs!
Aamina laughs!
Remilia gestures.
Shellwind sighs.
Remilia just slinked off gracefully, moving east.
Caelumia says, "There is nothing divine about what a Moon Mage does. Yet I can tell you for certain it's linked to our craft."
Primeval asks, "Are there other fragments such as mine?"
Uthgaar chuckles.
The urchin scoops up some snow and begins to pack it into a ball.
Peridema says, "If the divine feeling will last, maybe we should ask Kssarh first before the magic is gone from it."
Fynes says, "And I can tell you for certain I felt the divine in it."
Caelumia says, "I heard of at least one other one."
Uthgaar stops teaching.
Tendrils of ghostly flame trail errantly behind Basthet, wavering like gossamer robes in the wind.
Primeval asks, "Are they connected somehow?"
Caelumia says, "But I'm not certain."
Caelumia says, "I doubt it."
Primeval nods to Caelumia.
Sydonie peers quizzically at Luceano.
Dakarnis frowns.
Bloodbeast Nastey just arrived.
Bloodbeast Nastey just went west.
Caelumia says, "There's nothing to suggest it's linked to more than the distant heavens."
Hurler Ianuilleam's group just went east.
Primeval nods to Kandalas.
Hurler Ianuilleam's group just arrived.
Peridema says, "Sounds like different celestial events."
Aamina chuckles.
Sydonie grins at Luceano, her dimples flashing into view.
Luceano smiles at Sydonie.
Shellwind nods to Primeval.
Dakarnis counts off numbers quietly to himself.
Sydonie kisses Luceano on the nose.
Dakarnis counts off numbers quietly to himself.
Fynes says, "I must rest now, cities and crowds ..."
Fynes shudders.
(Ianuilleam yells for the guards, and points out the fugitive Luceano)
Basthet dreamily murmurs a brief prayer to herself.
Peridema nods.
Aamina chuckles.
Peridema ponders.
Sydonie gasps at Ianuilleam!
Kandalas bows to Fynes.
Draac bows to Fynes.
Basthet bows to Fynes.
Caelumia says, "Oh, well, at least no bleeding this time."
Kandalas says, "You be well."
The bandages binding Sydonie's right leg soak through with blood as it begins bleeding again.
Primeval says, "Thank you for your insight."
Bowing slightly to Fynes, Hashi salutes by bringing her hands up and making a fist with the right while covering it with her open left hand.
Primeval nods to Fynes.
Sydonie works carefully at tending her wounded right leg.
Shellwind says, "thank you for you warning"
Peridema gazes intently at Fynes.
Aamina giggles.
Caelumia says to Fynes, "If I didn't know better I'd wonder if you and Kor'yvyn had a little chat."
Shellwind curtsies to Fynes.
Sydonie says, "Thank you for sharing your voices."
Sydonie curtsies to Fynes.
A ghostly barrier of spectral flame materializes before Basthet, distorting her visage as waves of intense heat wash upward around her.
Peridema nods to Fynes.
Luceano says to Fynes, "I hope I see you again."
Shellwind nods to Sydonie.
Sydonie grins at Shellwind, her dimples flashing into view.
Fynes says, "I know of that guild leader and perhaps share his views."
Shellwind winks at Sydonie.
Ianuilleam says to Luceano, "As an ALLEGED man of the cloth, it looks bad for you to be wanted by the guards. You should go turn yourself in"
Primeval asks, "Has the other fragment come forth for examination?"
Dakarnis rolls his eyes.
Caelumia looks at Fynes and shrugs.
Caelumia says, "I find your views on killing interesting."
Luceano frowns at Ianuilleam.
Luceano rubs a fitted priest's shirt with a deep red clerical collar.
Caelumia pulls off some mail gloves from her hands.
Uthgaar asks, "Your a Priest?"
The wings of Draac's boots stretch for a moment.
Caelumia puts her gloves in her suede haversack.
Shellwind says to Primeval, "I did see a former Rippentropp with one"
Fynes says, "Sometimes it is the only path to conversion."
Primeval nods to Shellwind.
Caelumia nods to Shellwind.
Peridema glances up at the sky.
After a few moments she lowers her gaze.
Caelumia says, "He's a nice boy."
Caelumia smiles.
Hashi makes a holy gesture and intones reverently, "Phelim, hear my plea!"
She begins to glow with a pristine, luminous aura of divinity.
Dakarnis says, "Some have called her named the mixed with the gods in manor"
Basthet ponders.
Sydonie asks, "A former Rippentropp?"
Shellwind nods to Sydonie.
Dakarnis laughs!
Fynes says, "May the immortals smile on you, and keep an eye to the sky."
Dakarnis babbles incoherently.
Hashi nods to Fynes.
Caelumia says, "Buy a helmet."
Shellwind says to Sydonie, "it seems the Rippentropps... have stopped"
Eremite Fynes just went west.
Basthet smiles fynes
Shellwind grins at Sydonie, her dimples flashing into view.
Sydonie gasps at Shellwind!
Dakarnis rubs a metallic blue helm.
Peridema nods.
Divine Knight Draac's group just went west.
Sydonie says, "But but..."
Caelumia says, "The Rippentropps stopped when Urwin died."
Peridema ponders.
Sydonie exclaims, "Rippentropp don't stop!"
Displacer Vannir just went east.
Primeval says, "So..."
Primeval asks, "What now?"
Dakarnis asks, "Rippentropp?"
Caelumia shrugs.
Kandalas says, "Kssarh I say."
Ianuilleam seems to be waiting for something.
Caelumia says, "Master Kssarh I think."
Caelumia says, "Or Mortom."
Caelumia says, "Mortom is better with devices and study."
Ianuilleam folds his arms across his chest.
Shellwind shakes her head.
Kandalas nods.
Ianuilleam looks at Uthgaar and shrugs.
Hurler Ianuilleam's group just went east.
Dakarnis blinks.
Primeval asks, "What of this Tallis?"
Shellwind nods to Primeval.
Kandalas shakes his head.
Dakarnis ponders.
Shellwind glances at Kandalas.
Primeval says, "I'm getting mixed signals here."
Peridema says, "Should consult he immediately after, I'd say. Seems fair."
Primeval chuckles.
Peridema says, "I think it's a large problem, so the guilds should collaborate."
Caelumia says, "Tallis does not possess a rational mind."
Kandalas says, "The meteorite has stellar origin. Whether or not an immortal left it's symbol upon it is second to it's beginnings."
Primeval peers quizzically at Caelumia.
Dakarnis asks, "Caelumia, forgive my asking this if someone has asked already, but have you had any visions about any of this?"
Caelumia says, "Many."
Kandalas scans the sky, looking for portents and insight.
Peridema says to Caelumia, "Ah, I hadn't met her."
Caelumia says to Peridema, "I have."
Dakarnis asks, "Good or bad ones?"
Peridema nods to Caelumia.
Kandalas scans the sky from horizon to horizon.
Shellwind says, "I think the cleric guldleader may be able to help discern the divine in the fragment"
Caelumia says to Peridema, "She nearly beat me to death in front of a crowd of spectators for positing questions about her faith."
Caelumia says to Peridema, "She is not a rational woman."
Peridema says to Primeval, "Fynes said the divine quality would last, but the magic would siphon off."
Peridema blinks at Caelumia.
Primeval nods to Peridema.
A golden snake moves its head away from Sydonie's waist and slides over her body to her earlobe, where it rests again.
Shellwind looks thoughtfully at Peridema.
Caelumia says, "This bit about divinity is a little silly in my opinion."
Primeval says, "Sure did."
Peridema says to Caelumia, "That doesn't sound rational, no."
Shellwind says, "slowly"
Caelumia says, "But I can't sense..."
Caelumia says, "So who knows."
Peridema nods to Shellwind.
Peridema says to Shellwind, "Which was not defined."
Luceano says, "Tallis is an idolator and shouldn't be trusted with any icons or relics that would add to her deceptive practices."
Caelumia says, "I'd love to know what Clerics claim to see, beyond 'it's a relic!'"
Primeval asks, "So, who is left with the choice?"
Primeval asks, "Me?"
Kandalas asks, "Well, any Clerics near by?"
Primeval points at himself.
Caelumia says, "Unless Porm decides to part with his."
Dakarnis asks, "Logic would say the best course is to follow the path of the quicker fading magic first?"
Peridema nods to Primeval.
Kandalas nods to Dakarnis.
Primeval gives a slight nod.
Kandalas says, "I'd side with that opinion."
Kandalas says, "I wager the longer we tarry the harder analysis becomes."
Peridema ponders.
Primeval says, "I will take everyone's advice into account."
Peridema nods.
Peridema says, "If there's two..."
Shellwind smiles at Primeval, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Primeval smiles.
Primeval says, "I want to do the right thing."
Dakarnis says, "Well lets go ask The master moon mage. if he throws it out the tower window then we go ask the cleric leader"
Primeval says, "It came to me for a reason."
Peridema glances up at the sky.
After a few moments she lowers her gaze.
A grizzled old war veteran confidently strides into the room.
Kandalas asks, "Did it?"
Peridema gazes solemnly at the sky.
The old war veteran strides off to the east.
Primeval says to Kandalas, "I believe so."
Dakarnis asks, "Aye, pure blind luck wanted you to have it?"
Caelumia says, "I don't think it came to anyone in particular."
Primeval chuckles at Dakarnis.
Shellwind nods to Kandalas.
Kandalas says, "Or, no offense, were you simply standing in the right place? I'm glad you weren't hurt, but..."
Shellwind says, "everything happens for a reason"
Primeval says, "I lack knowledge of magic."
Kandalas gazes intently at Primeval.
Kandalas says, "Hmm."
Shellwind says, "it is up to us to determine what that reason is"
Primeval says, "Maybe it chose my because I'd be impartial."
Caelumia says, "The reason in this case being a hunk of stellar material hurtling into Elanthia."
Kandalas looks thoughtfully at Shellwind.
Primeval shrugs.
Sydonie grins at Luceano, her dimples flashing into view.
Dakarnis says, "Think, standing abit the other way and you would have had it, right between the eyes"
Caelumia says, "It is not sentient, it can't choose anything."
Shellwind nods to Primeval.
Primeval says, "True."
Primeval nods to Caelumia.
Sydonie kisses Luceano on the nose.
Caelumia says, "I am not a fatalist."
Caelumia sighs.
Peridema ponders.
Primeval says, "Everything happens for a reason."
Primeval shrugs.
Dakarnis says, "So are many you encounter...."
Sydonie sniffles at Luceano.
Kandalas shakes his head.
Luceano pulls Sydonie close in a slow, lingering kiss.
A town guard walks in, glancing about with a false look of boredom on his face.
A grizzled old war veteran confidently strides into the room.
Sydonie just tickled Luceano, who laughs and returns the favor.
Kandalas says, "This is a conversation for a another time I feel."
Tlus Chudin Sydonie just went east.
Luceano grins.
The old war veteran strides off to the northeast.
Primeval says, "yes."
Dakarnis shrugs.
You watch in awe as the town guard rushes him!
Luceano just sprinted off to the east, avoiding the town guard.
Peridema says, "It does help that you're impartial, though, depending on how things go."
Shellwind says, "and off he goes"
Displacer Vannir just arrived.
Shellwind chortles softly at some secret joke.
You hear the voice of Luceano say, "No I'm still here, don't worry."
Kandalas laughs!
Primeval grins.
Shellwind says, "ahh"
Dakarnis says, "Just don't sell it to a Trader, or it will be lost forever in a "collection""
Shellwind laughs!
Shellwind says, "good one"
Primeval says, "No trader will handle this fragment, I assure you of that."
Dakarnis shrugs.
Primeval nods to Dakarnis.
Peridema grins.
Shellwind beams at Primeval!
Primeval smiles.
Dakarnis says, "If it can garner coin some of them would"
Kandalas asks, "Are there any reports as to where the others are?"
Primeval says, "This is bigger than riches I feel."
Shellwind says to Dakarnis, "true, but this gentleman has honor"
Caelumia glances up at the sky.
After a few moments she lowers her gaze.
Peridema says, "It would be nice if some things were, every once in a while."
Dakarnis says, "I am surprised some people haven't killed the owner and run off with it"
Kandalas nods at Primeval, obviously agreeing with his views.
Shellwind motions to Primeval.
Primeval says, "They've threatened, trust me."
Primeval says, "But I'm a strong Tog."
Caelumia says, "There's nothing inherently dishonorable about seeking a profit."
Primeval nods emphatically.
Kandalas chortles softly at some secret joke.
A town guard ambles north.
Primeval says, "I fear though, not strong enough."
Shellwind smiles at Primeval, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.
Dakarnis says, "Caelumia you have a trader's soul"
Dakarnis chuckles.
Primeval smiles.
The urchin smiles at a passing woman. "What a beauty!" he says under his breath.
Peridema says, "No. It would be nice if the pursuit of knowledge benefitted first, though."
Dakarnis says, "All 24 carrot and diamond studded"
Shellwind ponders.
Caelumia says, "I am a Moon Mage. Some of the most brilliant merchants in recorded history were Moon Mages."
Peridema nods.
Caelumia says, "The inventor of Spidersilk was a gypsy herself."
Shellwind gazes at Primeval.
Primeval smiles at Shellwind.
Peridema stares at the sky for a few long moments.
She breathes deeply of the air and faces the wind.
Dakarnis asks, "Aye, the spiders had no hand in it?"
You hear someone chuckling.
Peridema says, "I imagine they needed coaxing."
Caelumia says, "In the same way that an iron bar has a hand in the forging of a prized blade."
Shellwind nods to Primeval.
Primeval nods to Shellwind.
Kandalas snickers.
Shellwind says to Caelumia, "I wonder if the iron fragment can be used to make a blade"
Vannir says, "Or for some, the brain having a hand in what comes out of a mouth."
Shellwind ponders.
Peridema says, "So. fynes delivered his message. This strong Tog's been bombarded with advice."
A grizzled old war veteran confidently strides into the room.
Dakarnis says, "Well for spidersilk I seek the Spider Queen Martyka"
Caelumia says, "I am actually more curious about the other fragments."
Caelumia says, "They are small but very heavy. And kertig comes from meteorites."
Caelumia smiles.
The old war veteran quietly mumbles something to himself.
Kandalas asks Caelumia, "Their whereabouts?"
A shimmering mirror of shadows appears momentarily in the air above, briefly revealing Treiz's face.
Caelumia says, "I know where several of them are."
Peridema ponders.
Caelumia says, "But we'll see what metal is in it. You can see the glinting."
Dakarnis asks, "All hiding in a vault?"
Caelumia says, "Certainly not."
The old war veteran strides off to the west.
Kandalas asks, "Are the other meteorites all iron as well?"
Dakarnis shrugs.
Wolverine Pothon just arrived.
Wolverine Pothon just went north.
Peridema says to Primeval, "Did you want an escort anywhere? Don't think I could do much, but thought I'd offer."
A shimmering mirror of shadows appears momentarily in the air above, briefly revealing Seine's face.
Dakarnis says, "Well good night all"
Dakarnis bows.
Caelumia says, "I didn't recognize it as iron but I'm not a metalworker."
Peridema nods to Dakarnis.
Kandalas ponders.
Dakarnis just took the hand of Peridema and gently kissed the back of it.
Peridema smiles at Dakarnis.
Dakarnis bows to Caelumia.
Dakarnis waves.
Rune Mage Dakarnis just went northeast.
Gemologist Deaglan's group just arrived.
Gemologist Deaglan's group just went east.
Kandalas says, "I only ask out of curiosity if the fragments all fell from the same larger peice."
Caelumia says, "Several of them did fall together."
Peridema says, "Ah."
Peridema ponders.
A grizzled old war veteran confidently strides into the room.
[The Crossing, Town Green Southwest]
The hedgerow to the west meets the row of tall lunat trees that separates the Town Green from the commercial traffic on Lunat Shade Road due south. The growth is especially dense here, with no way to slip past either of the living fences. The small thorns on the hedges, to keep out stray livestock in search of prime pasture, look daunting in any case. You also see a grizzled old war veteran, a grumpy Shadow Servant, a lugubrious Shadow Servant, the Town Pillory and a street urchin.
Also here: Nomad Kandalas, Fateweaver Caelumia, Displacer Vannir, Luceano, Deadly Primeval, Shellwind.
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, west.
The old war veteran carefully slides his gleaming broadsword back into its sheath.
Caelumia says, "He has more experience in the study of magical devices and is likely the world's leading expert in that sort of thing."
The old war veteran carefully slides a gleaming broadsword out of a sheath at his side, trying not to alarm anyone.
Vannir says, "He's in Shard so it's not that far of a travel."
Primeval says, "Sounds like the perfect candidate for the task."
The old war veteran strides off to the west.
Luceano just went east.
A grizzled old war veteran confidently strides into the room.
War Healer Allye's group just arrived.
War Healer Allye's group just went east.
The urchin sings out, "Snowballs! Only 20 copper kronars!"
Kandalas says, "I must be going. Be seein' you all. And good luck Primeval."
Kandalas bows.
Shellwind ponders.
Nomad Kandalas just went west.
The old war veteran coughs quietly, then sighs.
Shellwind scans the sky, looking for portents and insight.
Vannir asks, "Are you up for the trip?"
Shellwind glances up at the sky.
After a few moments she lowers her gaze.
Primeval blinks.
Primeval asks, "Now?"
Shellwind chortles softly at some secret joke.
Vannir asks, "Why not?"
The old war veteran mumbles quietly to himself.
The urchin suddenly reaches in and takes out a particularly hard and icy snowball from the box. Muttering something to himself, he throws it as hard as he can at a wall, watching it shatter.
Shellwind gazes intently at a grizzled old war veteran.
Primeval asks, "Do we know if he's even available?"
The old war veteran strides off to the west.
Primeval says, "Could be on the road."
Caelumia says, "I doubt it. Busy man."
Primeval nods to Caelumia.
Vannir says, "I'm sure this would interest him."
Primeval says, "Indeed."
Shellwind gazes intently at a grumpy Shadow Servant.
The urchin suddenly reaches in and takes out a particularly hard and icy snowball from the box. Muttering something to himself, he throws it as hard as he can at a wall, watching it shatter.
Shellwind gazes intently at a lugubrious Shadow Servant.
Vannir says, "I could be wrong, but I don't think he'd brush this off."
Vannir says, "If you'd like to make the trip another day, I would like to go."
