Burning Faith
Volnes, day 3 of the month Eorgaen in the year 5101

***TECHNICAL NOTE***
This log is by Opalina's player and, therefore, it should be noted that in this log the "you" references refer to said character, not Iscikella.
***END NOTE***

[Top of the World, Ice Cave]
The ice cave is bright with reflected light shining through the walls. A fire pit is centered beneath walls that curve up to the ceiling in a dome. Out of the driving wind, the small enclosure seems surprisingly snug. A few rough skins are rolled in a pile toward the cave's further corners, too ragged to be worth anything, but still offering warmth in an emergency. You also see a piece of firewood, a piece of firewood, some rocks around the fire pit, a fire pit and a pile of firewood.
Obvious exits: out.

You just grabbed yourself a wooden stick.

You break the stick into pieces and begin to vigorously rub two of them together. Several seconds later, just as your arms begin to tire, you spy a wisp of fire! Carefully placing the sticks in the pit, you blow on the newborn flame until it can sustain its own life.

The flames glimmer, red and scarlet, orange and yellow. Colors that warm the surroundings and bring a cheerful glow to all things.

You pick up a piece of firewood.

You toss the wood onto the fire and watch the flames rise higher as they feed on the fuel.

You pick up a piece of firewood.

You toss the wood onto the fire and watch the flames rise higher as they feed on the fuel.

You shiver.

The fire brings a welcome warmth that seems to soak into your very bones and makes you feel relaxed.

The fire dies down a bit until it finds some fresh wood to burn. Then the flames dance higher as they feast.

You just grabbed yourself a piece of firewood.

You toss the wood onto the fire and watch the flames rise higher as they feed on the fuel.

You take a drink from your creamy hot cocoa.

You just grabbed yourself a wooden stick.

You toss the wood onto the fire and watch the flames rise higher as they feed on the fuel.

You just grabbed yourself a piece of firewood.

You toss the wood onto the fire and watch the flames rise higher as they feed on the fuel.

look in my cloak
In the spidersilk cloak you see a tiny onyx lockpick case, a finely-carved silver rose pendant, a soft mismatched elf toy, a dark rod and a triangular silver lantern.

You remove a soft mismatched elf toy from in your spidersilk cloak.

examine toy
A piece of lint, some lavender ribbon, some leggings, a lock of red hair, a black hair tie, a black cat whisker, some sable gloves, a candy bead, and an ogre tooth have been sewn onto this elf-like toy with purposeful stitches giving it a strange appearance.

You take a drink from your creamy hot cocoa.

You take a drink from your creamy hot cocoa.
Ah! Refreshing, indeed!
You have only one sip left.

You take a drink from your creamy hot cocoa.
That was the last drop.
You set the cocoa aside.

Sparks shoot up from the flames to dance in the hot air above the fire. They glow brightly for a time and then slowly burn up and fly away as ash on the wind. You feel this is a commentary on life itself and it saddens you for a moment.

The fire crackles and flames jump as a warm glow settles in on you.

A log crashes and falls over into the fire. The flames grow upon it slowly like roses awakening until the whole log is aglow with a garden of embers.

You just grabbed yourself a piece of firewood.

You toss the wood onto the fire and watch the flames rise higher as they feed on the fuel.

You remove a pure white candle from in your leather pack.
You carefully place your white candle on the ground.
You light the white candle, which flickers and begins to burn.

The fire brings a welcome warmth that seems to soak into your very bones and makes you feel relaxed.

You close your eyes for a moment.

You say, "Might koar"

You say, "This is a close as I can get at the moment"

You bow.

A pure white candle flickers a moment and nearly goes out, then its flame springs to life again, burning merrily.

You take off a white Koar symbol.
As you turn a small protrusion on the back of the symbol, it splits in two and begins to unfold in the palm of your hand. The two halves of the once smooth surface slowly press together and the general appearance of a statuette begins to take shape. As you finish turning the crank, the symbol finishes its odd transformation and leaves you holding a small statuette in its place.

You glance down to see a white Koar statuette in your right hand and a soft mismatched elf toy in your left hand.

You tap a white Koar statuette.

You raise your Koar statuette skyward!

The white candle burns warmly, lending a soft light to the room.

A wisp of smoke rises from a pure white candle as the hot wax drips and splutters.

A pure white candle flickers a moment and nearly goes out, then its flame springs to life again, burning merrily.

A pure white candle flickers a moment and nearly goes out, then its flame springs to life again, burning merrily.

You recite:
"Koar King of the gods,
Leader and guardian
I praise you on high
with my voice, my spirit, and my heart
I call upon you with your grace
to bless us with your strength and support."

The fire crackles and flames jump as a warm glow settles in on you.

A pure white candle glows warmly with a soft, flickering light.

A wisp of smoke rises from a pure white candle as the hot wax drips and splutters.

Gazing into the flames, your mind wanders. You relive old adventures and battles and plan greater triumphs yet to be. It is pleasant to sit here and dream by the fire. Perhaps you will conquer the world tomorrow, or another day. There is always a tomorrow. But for now, the fire lulls you warmly.

You recite:
"I hold here an elf toy
a piece from each of us
We've been taken against our will
to be Used for means of Destruction and Death
by Amasalen and the Halfling council members traped in a Tomb
they use magic long forgotten by us."

The white candle burns warmly, lending a soft light to the room.

The fire crackles and flames jump as a warm glow settles in on you.

The white candle burns warmly, lending a soft light to the room.

The white candle burns warmly, lending a soft light to the room.

Mocking laughter is heard all around.

A mocking voice says, "Silly fool. No one hears your pleas."

The terrible winds howl mercilessly outside, but thankfully they cannot reach you here.

You gaze in wonder at your surroundings.

Mocking laughter is heard all around.

A small draft catches the flame of a pure white candle and it flickers brightly.

Gazing into the flames, your mind wanders. You relive old adventures and battles and plan greater triumphs yet to be. It is pleasant to sit here and dream by the fire. Perhaps you will conquer the world tomorrow, or another day. There is always a tomorrow. But for now, the fire lulls you warmly.

You say, "of course they hear"

The candle begins to splutter and spit sparks.

A roaring ball of fire streaks through the air and strikes you!
... 15 points of damage!
Burst of flames to right hand fries palm. Ouch!

You thumb your Koar statuette.

The candle spits fire at you.

You say, "you can kill me we know this"

A roaring ball of fire streaks through the air and strikes you!
... 20 points of damage!
Nasty burns to right hand. Gonna need lots of butter.
You are stunned for 1 round!

Mocking laughter is heard all around.

You say, "I am but a mortal"

You say, "but my faith in Koar is stronger"

You murmur some prayers under your breath.

A mocking voice says, "Die then, foolish one."

A roaring ball of fire streaks through the air and strikes you!
... 20 points of damage!
Flames engulf head searing hair and scalp. Sickening!
You are stunned for 6 rounds!

A wisp of smoke rises from a pure white candle as the hot wax drips and splutters.

A roaring ball of fire streaks through the air and strikes you!
... 40 points of damage!
Head reduced to a charred stump.

It seems you have died, my friend. Although you cannot do anything, you are keenly aware of what is going on around you...
You mentally give a sigh of relief as you remember that the Goddess Lorminstra owes you a favor.

Mocking laughter is heard all around.

Screeching like a banshee, the harsh arctic wind fruitlessly seeks entrance to your shelter.

You say, "Even in Death I can still call"

You say, "there is nothing more you can do to hurt me."

The glow from a pure white candle softly illuminates the room.

A mocking voice says, "Your faith is but a sham. You will burn out, like that candle."

The candle melts away.

You exclaim, "Nooo!"

You exclaim, "I don't believe you!"

You feel thousands of tiny things swarming over your skin for a moment.

The mocking laughter echoes from the walls, then slowly fades away.

You say, "Koar, Mighty Koar I will die for you as many times as it needs to prove my faith to you"

The fire crackles and flames jump as a warm glow settles in on you.

You let out a hollow, ghostly moan.

Sparks shoot up from the flames to dance in the hot air above the fire. They glow brightly for a time and then slowly burn up and fly away as ash on the wind. You feel this is a commentary on life itself and it saddens you for a moment.

You say, "Mighty Koar Hear the calls of the people, hear the calls of myself. Please help us against the council and Amasalen."

You let out a hollow, ghostly moan.



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