Ivas Lecture
Ivas Lecture
in the Temple of IceMule
Leyan, day 1 of the month Lormesta in the year 5103
************EDITOR'S NOTE************
This log is from the viewpoint of Asmodea. All second person references, therefore, refer to said character within this log.
************END NOTE************
You hear someone shout, "Stay out of the temple! Stay out of the temple!" The source of the cry becomes evident as a rather rotund halfling man comes into view. His cheeks are quite flushed, and he looks rather out of breath. In an indignant and angry tone, he says, "There's a half-elf in the temple -- 'High Lord Perisiel', he calls himself, bah! -- tryin' to seduce daughters and sons and anything else that moves! It's a 'lecture' on Ivas, bah, we all know about those, and he says he's giving away alters to those who learn well -- bah, I say, he's nothing but a scoundrel! Stay out of there!" Before you can say anything in response, he hurries away, yelling, "Stay out of the temple!"
[Hall of the Wounded Heart]
The chamber's light is diffused, giving it an illusionary quality. Sand, tinted a vivid crimson, covers the floor. On one half of the room, fingers of green sand invade the red, while on the other, the scarlet is offset with stark white. Two altars sit opposite each other, one white and the other red. Statuary stands beside both altars, towering up into the shadowy heights of the chamber, while murals decorate the walls behind the sculpture. You also see some pale pink tuberose incense and some pure white lotus incense.
Also here: High Lord Perisiel who is sitting
Obvious exits: south, up
You see High Lord Perisiel Narrys the Celebrant.
He appears to be a Half-Elf.
He appears to be mature and tall. He has long-lashed smoke grey eyes and smooth bronze skin. He has thick, silky blonde hair falling in long waves to his hips.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a pearl grey emerald-inset medallion, a pair of laced grey velvet bracers, a beaded silver waistchain, a rain grey silk pouch, some fitted smoky suede breeches laced up the sides with emerald-adorned silver chains, and some ankle-tied grey velvet sandals.
Some pale pink smoke rises from the tuberose incense and dissipates into the air.
You ponder.
You say, "Psh, you didn't Look all that bad..."
Perisiel seductively says, "Good morning, human."
You wave your hand in a dismissive gesture.
Perisiel raises an eyebrow in your direction.
You chuckle.
Perisiel chuckles low in the back of his throat.
Perisiel says, "I fear I gave the sweeper a bit of a start."
Perisiel says, "...or his daughter, at least..."
You chuckle.
Perisiel looks lost in thought.
You say, "He did seem a tad upset"
Some pure white smoke wafts up from the lotus incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
Illierd just arrived.
Perisiel amusedly says, "Oh well."
Illierd smiles.
A trickle of tuberose-scented smoke rises from some pale pink incense.
Perisiel nods to Illierd in greeting.
Illierd turns towards you and renders you a sharp salute with his tanik box.
Illierd turns towards Perisiel and renders a sharp salute with his tanik box.
You chuckle at Illierd.
Illierd put a sturdy tanik box in his mammoth fur cloak.
Illierd chuckles.
Perisiel chuckles.
Lord Kriff just arrived.
Perisiel says, "Good noontide, locksmith."
Perisiel says, "Or box-finder, if not that."
Illierd happily says, "Box-finder."
Illierd chuckles.
You say, "I'm the locksmith, he was my customer."
You grin.
Illierd grins.
Perisiel chuckles.
Scaxton just arrived.
Illierd sits down.
Perisiel says, "Well well, I'm attracting pairs. I feel special today."
Perisiel stretches languidly and preens shamelessly.
Some pure white incense burns softly as a stream of lotus-scented smoke rises from its smoldering ashes.
Perisiel stands up.
Illierd grins.
Some pale pink smoke rises from the tuberose incense and dissipates into the air.
You say, "The scary part is they're all men..."
Illierd laughs at Perisiel!
Perisiel says serenely, "I don't mind."
Perisiel leans against a carved statue of Ivas.
Illierd snorts at Perisiel.
Look statue
The statue is feminine, its subject a lady possessing unearthly beauty. Her chin is raised, and the expression carved on her face is alluring. The corners of her mouth are slightly upturned. In place of arms, a number of tentacles encircle her exquisite form, their graceful poses suggesting that she has been depicted in the midst of a seductive dance.
Perisiel winks at Illierd.
Perisiel says, "I hadn't planned to start so early, but... mmm, since the sweeper was so good as to announce my arrival..."
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the lotus incense.
Perisiel says, "A little bit longer for people to gather."
A bit of fragrant dust falls from some pale pink tuberose incense as it burns.
Illierd nods.
Perisiel waves a hand vaguely, causing threads of tuberose smoke to drift and swirl.
Illierd happily asks, "What types of alters are ya doing?"
You chuckle.
Illierd chuckles.
Perisiel asks, "Alters?"
Perisiel raises an eyebrow in Illierd's direction.
Illierd works his fingers under his mammoth skull warhelm and scratches his head.
Perisiel smiles cryptically.
Journeywoman Joosila just arrived.
Perisiel nods to Joosila in greeting.
Joosila sits down.
Some pure white incense emits a tendril of lotus-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
Perisiel says, "See? There are women in Icemule Trace after all."
Some pale pink smoke rises from the tuberose incense and dissipates into the air.
Joosila nods to Perisiel.
Perisiel moves to stand in front of Joosila.
You chuckle.
Illierd happily says, "Blah, Yer confusing me"
Perisiel kisses Joosila on the hand.
Illierd removes a shredded rogue doll from in his mammoth fur cloak.
Joosila blushes a glowing shade of red.
Illierd put a shredded rogue doll in his mammoth fur cloak.
Perisiel takes a few graceful steps backwards.
Perisiel leans against a carved statue.
Illierd removes a jolly barbarian doll from in his mammoth fur cloak.
You say, "He's giving a lecture"
Joosila turns an inquisitive ear towards Perisiel.
Perisiel says, "Lecture... that's not quite the word I would have used."
Perisiel taps a fingertip thoughtfully against his lips.
You chuckle.
Perisiel says, "Discussion, perhaps."
You say, "I bet people heard the sweeper say Lecture, and tuned out the rest including the part about alters for learning well."
Perisiel says, "It sounds more participatory than 'lecture'."
Perisiel grins wickedly.
A trickle of lotus-scented smoke rises from some pure white incense.
Illierd nods.
A trickle of tuberose-scented smoke rises from some pale pink incense.
Illierd happily says, "Happened to me."
Perisiel says, "Do you think? That could be a problem."
Perisiel ponders.
Illierd happily says, "I blanked out on the other part and just focused in on the alter."
Illierd laughs!
You chuckle at Illierd.
Perisiel says, "Perhaps one of you could tell the amulet that I'm here, then."
Illierd happily says, "Big words fer this barbarian to comprehend."
Illierd snorts.
Perisiel says, "Since the sweeper was also fat, and I doubt he reached the whole city."
Perisiel says, "If you don't wish to mention that I alter... that can be our secret."
Perisiel examines his fingernails.
Some pure white smoke rises from the lotus incense and dissipates into the air.
Illierd chuckles.
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the tuberose incense.
You hear your own faint thoughts echoing in your head:
"There do be a guy by the name of Perisiel by Ivas' alter about to give a "lecture" on the subject if anyone's interested and missed the crye"
Perisiel winks at Illierd.
Great Lady Taylir just arrived.
Illierd shrugs.
You say, "Knew you'd get here eventily"
You grin at Taylir.
Taylir examines her fingernails.
Perisiel says, "Hello there."
Perisiel smiles at Taylir.
Taylir smiles at Perisiel.
Perisiel seductively asks, "Have a seat?"
Joosila perspires delicately.
Taylir softly says, "Thank you."
Taylir sits down.
Perisiel waves a hand vaguely at the ice floor.
The incense emits some pure white smoke which disperses, leaving a faint scent of lotus.
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the tuberose incense.
Perisiel asks, "Did anyone announce for me?"
Illierd nods to Perisiel.
You nod to Perisiel.
Illierd happily says, "Asmodea did."
Perisiel says, "Ah, good."
Illierd rubs a jolly barbarian doll.
Perisiel says, "In that case, they've had more than enough time to twiddle their fingers and suchnot if they really want to do so."
You nod.
Illierd nods.
You say, "They're probaly all hung over from last night still"
Illierd grins.
Perisiel stretches sinuously before removing his weight from the carved statue of Ivas and stepping forward. Somehow, he manages to make even a motion that simple look sinuous.
Perisiel says, "Quite possibly."
Perisiel chuckles.
A bit of fragrant dust falls from some pure white lotus incense as it burns.
Perisiel says, "Well, then..."
Perisiel sits down.
A faint aroma of tuberose fills the room.
You ask, "I'm suprized this wasn't on the calander, or did you ass it just this morning?"
You cough.
Perisiel raises an eyebrow in your direction.
You say, "Add..."
You stare at nothing in particular.
Perisiel says, "I never announce my arrival."
Illierd starts chuckling at you!
Joosila laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
You nod.
Perisiel says, "It's so..."
Perisiel ponders.
Perisiel says, "Tacky."
You nod.
Perisiel says, "Besides, I like surprising people."
Perisiel grins wickedly.
Taylir grins at Perisiel.
Illierd scratches his chin.
Perisiel says, "Results in better facial expressions."
Perisiel says, "Now..."
Joosila squints.
You chuckle.
Some pure white incense burns softly as a stream of lotus-scented smoke rises from its smoldering ashes.
Perisiel winks at Joosila.
Some pale pink smoke rises from the tuberose incense and dissipates into the air.
Joosila hangs her head.
Perisiel surveys the area.
Perisiel removes a soft grey penguin feather from in his silk pouch.
Perisiel says, "Now... the nature of the Goddess Ivas."
Perisiel runs the feather gently between his fingertips.
Illierd coughs.
The incense emits some pure white smoke which disperses, leaving a faint scent of lotus.
Perisiel says, "The will of Ivas, is this: that people should feel desire."
A faint aroma of tuberose fills the room.
Perisiel says, "Not necessarily physical desire... as traditional as it is...."
Perisiel adds idly, "And as pleasant."
Perisiel says, "But any form of desire is pleasing to Her."
Perisiel says, "Physical... spiritual... intellectual... material... social...."
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the lotus incense.
A trickle of tuberose-scented smoke rises from some pale pink incense.
Illierd ponders.
Perisiel says, "One need not be a lightskirt in order to please Her, though some seem to think so."
Scaxton yawns.
Perisiel says, "Arguably, those who are... serve Her less well than those who are not."
Perisiel says, "While I can assume that you are all admiring my exceptional self, I don't like talking long in silence anyway."
Joosila raises an eyebrow.
Perisiel winks.
A trickle of lotus-scented smoke rises from some pure white incense.
Some pale pink incense burns softly as a stream of tuberose-scented smoke rises from its smoldering ashes.
Perisiel asks, "Did you have a question?"
Perisiel glances at Joosila.
Joosila says, "That seems a little contradictory"
Illierd chuckles.
Illierd nods to Joosila.
Scaxton stretches.
Perisiel chuckles softly in the back of his throat.
Scaxton yawns.
Scaxton just went up.
Perisiel says, "To most, yes."
A trickle of lotus-scented smoke rises from some pure white incense.
Some pale pink smoke wafts up from the tuberose incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
Perisiel says, "But consider...."
Perisiel asks, "Which arouses more desire... having a thing, or not having it?"
Joosila says, "Not"
Perisiel nods to Joosila.
Illierd ponders.
Perisiel says, "Physical temptation is one of the greatest desires on this plane, and one of the most powerful."
Illierd happily asks, "So followers of Ivas are bounded by Desire?"
Perisiel says, "Many of Her servants indulge freely, and it is certainly their right..."
Some pure white incense emits a tendril of lotus-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
Some pale pink smoke wafts up from the tuberose incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
Perisiel nods to Illierd.
Illierd cringes.
Taylir rubs her chin thoughtfully.
Perisiel says, "Yet it is only one facet of Her nature, like the facets on a gem."
Illierd nods.
Perisiel taps his emerald-inset medallion lightly, and flecks of green light flicker through the room.
A faint aroma of lotus fills the room.
Perisiel says, "Ideally, the manner of temptation must be tailored to the situation."
A bit of fragrant dust falls from some pale pink tuberose incense as it burns.
Perisiel says, "Take this one, for example."
Perisiel gestures gracefully with his penguin feather.
Joosila turns an inquisitive ear towards Perisiel.
Perisiel asks, "Who wants an alteration?"
Perisiel grins wickedly.
Illierd laughs!
You raise your hand.
You whistle tunelessly to yourself, remembering days past.
Perisiel chuckles.
Illierd ponders.
Illierd happily says, "Good point."
Taylir grins at you.
Kriff grins.
Joosila smirks at you!
Illierd happily says, "But one who is in control of himself."
Perisiel says, "While one or two of you may have arrived because you truly wished to know more of Her nature..."
A bit of fragrant dust falls from some pure white lotus incense as it burns.
Some pale pink incense burns softly as a stream of tuberose-scented smoke rises from its smoldering ashes.
Perisiel says, "I wouldn't be ready to bet limbs that it was ALL of you."
Illierd nods.
Perisiel says, "In fact, I'd bet the other way."
Perisiel says, "Material desire is very, very strong... the will to have, hold, keep the beautiful -- or not-so-beautiful -- things of the world."
Illierd ponders.
You say, "I'd probaly have come if not, but hard to say."
Illierd happily says, "It doesn't make it right."
Illierd squints at Perisiel.
Perisiel raises an eyebrow in Illierd's direction.
Perisiel asks, "'Right'?"
The incense emits some pure white smoke which disperses, leaving a faint scent of lotus.
Illierd leans back.
Some pale pink incense burns softly as a stream of tuberose-scented smoke rises from its smoldering ashes.
Illierd nods.
Perisiel says, "Right and wrong are meaningless ideas."
Perisiel waves his hand in a dismissive gesture.
Illierd snorts.
Illierd happily says, "Those are higher ideals."
You say, "They're opinions."
You shrug.
Perisiel says, "Doing 'right' is a concept invented from the weak to prevent being preyed on by the strong."
Joosila says, "obscure moral judgement"
Perisiel says, "A very useful concept, to be sure."
You say, "Right and wrong, good and evil, are a matter of perspective and opinion."
Illierd happily says, "Chaos would follow if right and wrong was done away like what you said."
Perisiel says, "Perhaps all that keeps me from awakening in a ditch without my talisman some day."
The incense emits some pure white smoke which disperses, leaving a faint scent of lotus.
Taylir softly asks, "So... Ivas touches, even if slightly, just about everyone who's ever desired something in some way?"
Taylir works her fingers under her ivy and rose circlet and scratches her head.
Some pale pink smoke wafts up from the tuberose incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
Perisiel gazes at Taylir.
Perisiel says, "Yes."
Taylir rubs her chin thoughtfully.
Perisiel says, "The natures of the Arkati are vast and powerful, and this is the realm in which Ivas is paramount."
A bit of fragrant dust falls from some pure white lotus incense as it burns.
Taylir nods to Perisiel.
Some pale pink incense emits a tendril of tuberose-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
Perisiel says, "Every time someone desires something -- anything at all -- She is pleased... and those who seek to please Her, work to draw forth the desires of others."
Illierd ponders.
Perisiel says, "Such as..."
Perisiel glances at you.
Perisiel says, "...oh, that might be harping on the point overmuch..."
Perisiel grins wickedly.
Joosila leans forward and rests her chin in her hand, a thoughtful expression on her face.
Some pure white smoke wafts up from the lotus incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
A trickle of tuberose-scented smoke rises from some pale pink incense.
You cough.
Taylir giggles.
Perisiel says, "I'm in the mood to harp."
Perisiel turns to face you.
Perisiel leans forward.
Perisiel asks, "If I were to change any possession of yours... what would you have me change?"
Illierd chuckles.
You tap a gold-trimmed brown leather belt.
Perisiel nods to you.
Some pure white incense burns softly as a stream of lotus-scented smoke rises from its smoldering ashes.
Perisiel says, "If I'm asking... that implies that I have an interest."
Some pale pink smoke rises from the tuberose incense and dissipates into the air.
You chuckle.
Perisiel says, "This encourages you to think that I will do as you wish...."
Perisiel says, "Which heightens your desire that I shall. Progress towards a goal is always more pleasing than standstill."
Illierd scratches his ear.
Perisiel toys lightly with his soft grey penguin feather.
A bit of fragrant dust falls from some pure white lotus incense as it burns.
Some pale pink incense burns softly as a stream of tuberose-scented smoke rises from its smoldering ashes.
Perisiel says, "Alternately, I might just be asking you such things to make you want what I would do. It would not be unlike me or unlike my kind."
Perisiel smiles at you.
Perisiel says, "Nor would it be against the will of my Lady."
Perisiel stands up.
Perisiel paces slowly around the carved statue of Ivas.
Illierd ponders.
The incense emits some pure white smoke which disperses, leaving a faint scent of lotus.
Perisiel asks, "Do you really think I will work for you?"
Perisiel raises an eyebrow in your direction.
The faint scent of tuberose fills the air.
Taylir leans forward and rests her chin in her hand, a thoughtful expression on her face.
You say, "Hard to say right now, I'm remaining causisly hopeful."
Perisiel chuckles low in the back of his throat.
Perisiel says, "Keep hoping."
Perisiel spins his penguin feather.
The penguin feather comes to a stop pointing directly at Illierd!
Perisiel recovers the penguin feather and says, "Congratulations Illierd!"
Illierd blinks.
Perisiel says, "Actually, I'm going to work for your friend."
Perisiel grins wickedly.
You snap your fingers.
Taylir begins chuckling at Perisiel!
Illierd works his fingers under his mammoth skull warhelm and scratches his head.
Perisiel put a soft grey penguin feather in his silk pouch.
Perisiel asks, "Come now, what do you have?"
You say, "Hmmmmm, I did not know those penguin feathers did that..."
Perisiel raises an eyebrow in Illierd's direction.
Some pure white smoke rises from the lotus incense and dissipates into the air.
A trickle of tuberose-scented smoke rises from some pale pink incense.
Taylir softly asks, "So you're goal is to get everyone antsy with desire, eh?"
Taylir grins at Perisiel.
Perisiel says, "But of course."
Perisiel flirts with Taylir.
Perisiel glances at Illierd.
Taylir glances at Perisiel bashfully, blushes, and mumbles a few words, plainly embarrassed.
Perisiel says, "Run."
Perisiel nods to Illierd.
Illierd nods.
The faint scent of lotus fills the air.
Illierd stands up.
Illierd just went up.
The faint scent of tuberose fills the air.
Perisiel turns to face Taylir.
Perisiel says, "What pleases Her, pleases me..."
Perisiel gently traces a hand across the cheek of the carved statue of Ivas.
Taylir nods to Perisiel.
Perisiel smiles.
Perisiel says, "It is well that you should learn it."
Perisiel moves to stand in front of Taylir.
Perisiel sits down.
Illierd just arrived.
The incense emits some pure white smoke which disperses, leaving a faint scent of lotus.
Illierd pants.
The incense emits some pale pink smoke which disperses, leaving a faint scent of tuberose.
Taylir rubs Illierd.
Perisiel asks, "What would you ask me to work on, were I to work for you?"
Illierd offers Perisiel a well-oiled leather thigh-sheath.
Perisiel raises an eyebrow in Taylir's direction.
Taylir rubs her chin thoughtfully.
Illierd sits down.
Perisiel accepts Illierd's leather thigh-sheath.
Taylir softly says, "I wouldn't rightly know, right off hand."
Perisiel says, "A good answer."
Perisiel says, "Come up with a better one. I'll give you some time."
Perisiel stands up.
Perisiel takes a few graceful steps backwards.
Perisiel sits down.
Perisiel removes a jagged black vultite khopesh from in his leather thigh-sheath.
A bit of fragrant dust falls from some pure white lotus incense as it burns.
Illierd nods.
Some pale pink smoke wafts up from the tuberose incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
Perisiel carefully inspects his black vultite khopesh.
Illierd happily says, "It was m'fathers."
Perisiel says, "He has a taste for fine weapons, from the little I know of such things."
Illierd ponders.
Perisiel tilts the khopesh in his hand for a moment as he eyes it appraisingly.
You say, "Nah, that just a heavy barbarian weapon."
You say, "The fine weapons are the smaller ones."
Illierd happily says, "A fine line of barbarians wielded that."
Perisiel chuckles softly.
A bit of fragrant dust falls from some pure white lotus incense as it burns.
The faint scent of tuberose fills the air.
Illierd ponders.
Perisiel says, "I dislike the use of weapons, myself, but... everyone has their tastes."
Perisiel winks at Taylir.
Perisiel asks, "Are the magics too great for you to handle it directly?"
Perisiel glances at Illierd.
Illierd nods.
Illierd happily says, "At the moment."
Some pure white smoke wafts up from the lotus incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
Taylir rubs her chin thoughtfully.
Taylir stands up.
Some pale pink incense burns softly as a stream of tuberose-scented smoke rises from its smoldering ashes.
Perisiel says, "Very well. Hold this for the moment."
Perisiel offers Illierd a well-oiled leather thigh-sheath.
Illierd accepts Perisiel's leather thigh-sheath.
Taylir softly says, "Pardon me."
Perisiel stands up.
Perisiel stands in front of a red altar.
Perisiel places his hand on his emerald-inset medallion.
Great Lady Taylir just went up.
As Perisiel's features smooth into a mask of perfect calm, a tiny wisp of green smoke rises from the khopesh in his hand.
Some pure white incense emits a tendril of lotus-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
A bit of fragrant dust falls from some pale pink tuberose incense as it burns.
The first wisp of smoke is joined by another and a third, and the tendrils of delicate olive-hued smoke rise slowly towards the ceiling of the chamber to mingle with the threads of pink and white smoke.
Illierd ponders.
Illierd nods.
Illierd shows Perisiel his auburn leather armor.
Great Lady Taylir just arrived.
Taylir rubs her chin thoughtfully.
Taylir sits down.
The faint scent of lotus fills the air.
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the tuberose incense.
Illierd ponders.
Illierd leans back.
As the wisps of green smoke continue to turn and twine atop the khopesh in Perisiel's hand, the shape of the khopesh alters subtly.
The faint scent of lotus fills the air.
Some pale pink incense emits a tendril of tuberose-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the lotus incense.
Some pale pink incense burns softly as a stream of tuberose-scented smoke rises from its smoldering ashes.
Joosila sniffs.
Taylir removes a diamond edged razor sharp sickle from in her silk trinket sack.
A faint aroma of lotus fills the room.
The incense emits some pale pink smoke which disperses, leaving a faint scent of tuberose.
Taylir ponders.
Taylir put a diamond edged razor sharp sickle in her silk trinket sack.
Taylir just closed a pristine silk trinket sack.
Taylir removes some plump red strawberries from in her elven-styled longcloak.
Taylir takes a bite of her plump red strawberries.
The wisps of green smoke finally fade away from the surface of the khopesh, and Perisiel opens his eyes.
Illierd removes a small apple from in his mammoth fur cloak.
Illierd ponders.
Illierd takes a bite of his small apple.
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the lotus incense.
Taylir softly exclaims, "Fruit is always good!"
A bit of fragrant dust falls from some pale pink tuberose incense as it burns.
Taylir nods to Illierd.
Illierd grins at Taylir.
Perisiel chuckles softly.
Perisiel stands up.
Perisiel moves to stand in front of Illierd.
Perisiel shows Illierd his black vultite khopesh.
Taylir takes a bite of her plump red strawberries.
Illierd bows to Perisiel.
Illierd offers Perisiel a well-oiled leather thigh-sheath.
Perisiel accepts Illierd's leather thigh-sheath.
Perisiel softly says, "Now... the question is..."
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the lotus incense.
Some pale pink incense burns softly as a stream of tuberose-scented smoke rises from its smoldering ashes.
Illierd ponders.
Perisiel asks, "Having called the khopesh's first appearance forth... will I actually give it to you?"
Perisiel put a razor-edged black vultite khopesh in his leather thigh-sheath.
Illierd ponders.
Perisiel says, "You may consider this question while she shows me her item."
Perisiel points at Taylir.
Joosila looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.
A faint aroma of lotus fills the room.
Perisiel seems to be waiting for something.
Taylir rubs her chin thoughtfully.
A bit of fragrant dust falls from some pale pink tuberose incense as it burns.
Illierd happily asks, "Hrmm, Care to clarify it a bit?"
Illierd happily says, "You mean give it back to me."
Taylir softly asks, "Well what makes you think that I'd give you my item, if it weren't to be returned?"
Perisiel laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
Taylir softly asks, "You think that I desire it altered that much, to hand it over willingly?"
Perisiel says, "And there is a good answer too."
Perisiel turns around.
Perisiel stands in front of you.
Perisiel asks, "What do you have for me?"
Taylir takes a bite of her plump red strawberries.
You say, "The belt still"
Perisiel nods to you.
Illierd begins chuckling at Perisiel!
The incense emits some pure white smoke which disperses, leaving a faint scent of lotus.
Perisiel asks, "Pass it over?"
Some pale pink incense emits a tendril of tuberose-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
Taylir rubs her chin thoughtfully.
You ponder.
You remove a gold-trimmed brown leather belt from around your waist.
You remove a brilliant eahnor rapier from in your brown leather belt.
You offer your brown leather belt to Perisiel, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Type CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.
Perisiel has accepted your offer and is now holding a gold-trimmed brown leather belt.
Perisiel put a gold-trimmed brown leather belt in his silk pouch.
Perisiel removes a razor-edged black vultite khopesh from in his leather thigh-sheath.
Perisiel inspects the khopesh one more time.
Perisiel put a razor-edged black vultite khopesh in his leather thigh-sheath.
Taylir clasps her arms around her knees and rocks back and forth.
Perisiel offers Illierd a well-oiled leather thigh-sheath.
Illierd chuckles.
Illierd accepts Perisiel's leather thigh-sheath.
Perisiel removes a gold-trimmed brown leather belt from in his silk pouch.
Taylir softly says, "Ahh, I think I get it now."
Taylir nods to Perisiel.
Perisiel asks, "And what did you have in mind?"
Perisiel glances at you.
Illierd turns towards Perisiel and renders a sharp salute with his leather thigh-sheath.
Some pure white incense emits a tendril of lotus-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
You say, "a gold-buckled rapier belt crafted from supple brown leather"
A faint aroma of tuberose fills the room.
Taylir softly says, "Very interesting way to please Her, Perisiel."
Perisiel runs the length of his brown leather belt lightly between his fingers.
Illierd happily says, "You've made a fine craft. Kai would be pleased if he sees it."
Illierd happily says, "And Ivas, I suppose."
Perisiel chuckles softly.
Illierd shrugs.
Illierd chuckles.
Illierd offers you a well-oiled leather thigh-sheath.
Enter ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.
Perisiel says, "It's not something on either side that I'd give much thought to."
You accept Illierd's offer and are now holding a well-oiled leather thigh-sheath.
In the leather thigh-sheath you see a razor-edged black vultite khopesh.
Illierd whispers, "Look inside."
Shallow serrations line the edge of the midnight black blade, each honed to incredible sharpness. A glimmering scarlet ruby caps the ironwood hilt, and roughened strips of black leather wrapped around the ironwood provide a secure grip for the weapon's wielder. Finely etched letters on the flat of the vultite blade read, "In Kai's name, I fight", beside the engraved image of a clenched fist.
You offer your leather thigh-sheath to Illierd, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Type CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.
Perisiel says, "I was more concerned with how you'd respond than with the khopesh."
Illierd has accepted your offer and is now holding a well-oiled leather thigh-sheath.
A trickle of lotus-scented smoke rises from some pure white incense.
Illierd begins chuckling at Perisiel!
A trickle of tuberose-scented smoke rises from some pale pink incense.
Perisiel grins wickedly at Illierd.
You say, "Not bad"
You nod to Illierd.
Taylir takes a bite of her plump red strawberries.
Perisiel stands in front of a white altar.
Perisiel leans against a white altar.
Taylir softly says, "I must admit, you're one of the most interesting people I've met in quite some time."
Taylir nods to Perisiel.
Perisiel glances at Taylir.
Perisiel seductively says, "And to think, you hardly know me yet."
Perisiel stands in front of a red altar.
Perisiel kneels down.
Perisiel places his hand on his emerald-inset medallion.
Illierd ponders.
Perisiel closes his eyes for a moment.
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the lotus incense.
Some pale pink smoke wafts up from the tuberose incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
You say, "This isn't quite what I expected when I came here, but I certanly am glad I came."
Illierd happily says, "Interesting.."
A delicate wisp of green flame manifests above the surface of the brown leather belt in Perisiel's hand.
Illierd happily says, "I've only noticed that the darker gods send their acolytes and disciples."
Perisiel says in a calm tone, not opening his eyes, "Only the Arkati of Lornon cares what becomes of Elanthia."
Some pure white incense emits a tendril of lotus-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
The incense emits some pale pink smoke which disperses, leaving a faint scent of tuberose.
Illierd ponders.
The wisp of green flame flickers and fades from the belt in Perisiel's hand.
Perisiel opens his eyes.
Perisiel stands up.
Perisiel stands in front of you.
Perisiel glances at a gold-buckled rapier belt crafted from supple brown leather.
Perisiel glances at you.
You nod to Perisiel.
Perisiel says, "It suits you."
Perisiel chuckles.
Illierd grins.
You grin.
Illierd put a well-oiled leather thigh-sheath in his mammoth fur cloak.
Taylir takes a bite of her plump red strawberries.
Taylir softly says, "Well then, now I'm out of fruit."
You chuckle at Taylir.
Perisiel says, "I could tease you with the suggestion that I would withhold it... but..."
Some pure white incense emits a tendril of lotus-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
Some pale pink incense burns softly as a stream of tuberose-scented smoke rises from its smoldering ashes.
You say, "I was rather expecting that too."
You grin at Perisiel.
Illierd snickers.
Illierd removes a briny spiced dill pickle from in his mammoth fur cloak.
Perisiel says, "What would be the point? You would merely ask for the same from another, someday... and you clearly lack no little luck in finding people to craft for you by hand."
Illierd happily says, "It's not a fruit..."
Illierd happily says, "But it's close enough"
Illierd shows Taylir his spiced dill pickle.
Illierd happily asks, "Want a bite of my pickle?"
Illierd squints at Taylir.
Perisiel tosses the belt to Asmodea.
Perisiel offers you a gold-buckled rapier belt crafted from supple brown leather. Enter ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.
You accept Perisiel's offer and are now holding a gold-buckled rapier belt crafted from supple brown leather.
Taylir softly asks, "Did you lick on it?"
Taylir glances at Illierd.
You say, "Thanks"
You bow to Perisiel.
You put a gold-buckled rapier belt crafted from supple brown leather around your waist.
You put a brilliant eahnor rapier in your rapier belt.
Illierd happily says, "I offered it to others."
Taylir furrows her brow.
Illierd happily says, "But others complained it was too small."
Perisiel turns to pace away from Asmodea and back towards the carved statue of Ivas.
Some pure white smoke wafts up from the lotus incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
Illierd gazes thoughtfully at his spiced dill pickle.
Some pale pink incense burns softly as a stream of tuberose-scented smoke rises from its smoldering ashes.
Perisiel caresses one of the statue's tentacles with a fingertip.
Perisiel sighs softly.
Perisiel turns around.
Taylir softly says, "I'll pass, but only because it may have been licked on."
Joosila flinches.
Taylir nods to Illierd.
Illierd nods.
Perisiel looks thoughtfully at Joosila.
Illierd put a briny spiced dill pickle in his mammoth fur cloak.
Perisiel moves to stand in front of Joosila.
Perisiel sits down.
Perisiel softly asks, "Why are you afraid?"
Some pure white smoke wafts up from the lotus incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the tuberose incense.
Joosila hangs her head.
Illierd removes a dried fly from in his mammoth fur cloak.
Illierd licks a dried fly.
Illierd takes a bite of his dried fly.
Joosila says, "I am interested in your desire, or outcome from this meeting"
Taylir furrows her brow.
Illierd ponders.
Perisiel raises an eyebrow in Joosila's direction.
A faint aroma of lotus fills the room.
Some pale pink smoke wafts up from the tuberose incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
Perisiel laces his fingers lightly together and leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees.
Perisiel examines Joosila closely, sizing her up and taking note of all the details.
Joosila sits there stubbornly, folding her arms over her chest.
Perisiel softly asks, "And what do you mean by that?"
Illierd ponders.
Illierd nods to Joosila.
A trickle of lotus-scented smoke rises from some pure white incense.
Illierd squints at a razor-edged black vultite khopesh.
The faint scent of tuberose fills the air.
Joosila says, "Perhaps I can use your desires to get what I want"
Perisiel laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
Taylir nods.
Taylir softly asks, "That is the whole point, is it not?"
Perisiel says, "Almost certainly. It is a circle."
Illierd happily says, "Hrmm, by taking part of this."
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the lotus incense.
Perisiel says, "I want you to want things, and, in wanting things, you supplement my desire, and I supplement yours..."
The faint scent of tuberose fills the air.
Illierd happily asks, "Does it mean we owe a favor to Ivas?"
Perisiel glances at Illierd.
Illierd ponders.
Perisiel says, "A very intelligent question to ask."
Perisiel smiles slowly.
Illierd smirks.
Illierd happily says, "Nothing comes freely."
Illierd happily says, "Nor so freely given."
Perisiel says, "And you noticed I did not ask for payment, yes..."
Perisiel leans back.
Illierd nods.
Some pure white incense emits a tendril of lotus-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
A faint aroma of tuberose fills the room.
Taylir softly asks, "The desire itself pleases Her, therefore all is well, aye?"
Illierd thoughtfully says, "There has to be more than that."
Perisiel says, "What She wants from you, She will doubtlessly have."
Joosila is admiring herself again.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "If it's that she wants."
Taylir softly says, "Desire never goes away though, Illierd."
Illierd nods to Taylir.
Taylir softly says, "Everyone always desires something."
Perisiel stands up.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Hence, it's always there."
Perisiel says, "Desire never goes away... but the depth of desire can vary."
Perisiel paces back and forth.
Some pure white smoke wafts up from the lotus incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "I'm saying is this."
A bit of fragrant dust falls from some pale pink tuberose incense as it burns.
Perisiel says, "Thus, it falls to the true servant of Ivas to hone desire..."
You say, "Well, I have one less item for my outfit that I desire now..."
Illierd thoughtfully asks, "She has more than enough 'desires' to feed her needs. Why do this?"
Perisiel says, "Never satisfying it, fully... but never letting it fade."
Perisiel raises an eyebrow in Illierd's direction.
Joosila says, "Desire can make you a victim"
Taylir nods to Joosila.
Illierd ponders.
Perisiel softly says, "There is a saying..."
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Jes a question."
Taylir softly says, "Tell me about it."
Perisiel asks, "Can you be too rich, or too beautiful?"
Some pure white incense emits a tendril of lotus-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
A bit of fragrant dust falls from some pale pink tuberose incense as it burns.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Be careful what you wish fer.."
Perisiel says, "Even She, the Mistress of Desire... desires."
Illierd scratches his chin.
Taylir softly says, "Because it is part of living."
Taylir nods to Perisiel.
Joosila says, "There will always be more beautiful, there will always be more rich"
You ask, "She desires that you desire?"
You cock your head at Perisiel.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "I'm sure she'll have enough desires without this act."
Perisiel chuckles.
The incense emits some pure white smoke which disperses, leaving a faint scent of lotus.
Perisiel says, "Whatever She may want of me, She already has, assuredly..."
Illierd ponders.
Some pale pink smoke rises from the tuberose incense and dissipates into the air.
Illierd nods.
Perisiel casts a longing, almost obsessively intense gaze at the carved face of the statue.
You say, "I mean "you" more as a general you than you specificaly."
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Jes want ta know what I'm getting myself into."
Perisiel shivers.
Perisiel turns to face Illierd.
Illierd looks thoughtfully at Perisiel.
Taylir ponders.
Perisiel says, "I have demanded no payment from you."
Illierd nods to Perisiel.
Perisiel says, "What any other will demand... including my Goddess..."
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the lotus incense.
Perisiel asks, "How can I say?"
A trickle of tuberose-scented smoke rises from some pale pink incense.
Perisiel purses his lips and whistles a few soft notes, mimicking a songbird.
Some pure white incense emits a tendril of lotus-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
A faint aroma of tuberose fills the room.
Illierd ponders.
Perisiel says, in a distant tone, "But there are always layers and layers to such things, like the chambers of a nautilus's shell."
Illierd squints.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "That was somewhat evasive."
Illierd chuckles.
You chuckle.
Perisiel quietly says, "If I draw you down a path that has no end..."
You ask, "And that suprizes you?"
Perisiel smiles at Illierd.
A faint aroma of lotus fills the room.
The incense emits some pale pink smoke which disperses, leaving a faint scent of tuberose.
Illierd nods to Perisiel.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "I think I understand now."
Perisiel seductively says, "At least I have been good enough to tell you so. I do not disguise my motives."
Illierd ponders.
Illierd nods.
Joosila touches one finger to her lips.
Perisiel glances at Joosila.
Joosila asks, "You have not disclosed your desires from this discussion?"
Taylir clasps her arms around her knees and rocks back and forth.
Perisiel laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
Illierd rubs Taylir gently.
Some pure white smoke rises from the lotus incense and dissipates into the air.
Illierd ponders.
Perisiel says, "I would tell you that I have... in as much as I could in a single hour."
Some pale pink incense burns softly as a stream of tuberose-scented smoke rises from its smoldering ashes.
Joosila smiles.
Perisiel says, "No one can be described in an hour... or a day... or a week..."
Illierd put a small apple in his mammoth fur cloak.
Illierd removes a damp thrak hide cloth from in his mammoth fur cloak.
Perisiel says, "The complexity of a soul can only be described over a lifetime."
As Illierd rubs his face with his cloth, he deposits a faint streak of grime on his cheek.
Perisiel softly says, "And all that I am, is Hers."
Illierd thoughtfully says, "The point of becoming..."
Perisiel softly says, "It is a wonderful thing."
Illierd slaps himself on the forehead.
The incense emits some pure white smoke which disperses, leaving a faint scent of lotus.
A faint aroma of tuberose fills the room.
Perisiel gazes back at the statue again for a long moment.
Perisiel turns to face Joosila.
Perisiel asks, "I have answered your question... will you answer mine?"
Joosila asks, "The dagger through the heart?"
Illierd thoughtfully asks, "Ya want a dagger through yer heart?"
Taylir blinks.
Illierd gawks at Joosila.
Perisiel says, "The dagger through the heart -- is Mularos's symbol, not Ivas's..."
Perisiel says, "This chamber is shared between the two."
Some pure white smoke wafts up from the lotus incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Ahh."
Some pale pink smoke wafts up from the tuberose incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
Illierd slaps himself on the forehead.
Perisiel glances at a white altar.
look white altar
The altar is carven with the image of ropes and chains, knotted in a complex pattern that extends seamlessly around its circumference. Incised on the altar's slab is a heart of vivid scarlet with a dagger thrust cruelly into it. A plaque of steel is fixed on the altar's front.
Joosila sighs relieved.
look red altar
The altar is made of clear red ice. Flowing up through the middle is a wisp of green-tinted ice that suggests the wistful nature of smoke. It appears as if it is moving, undulating seductively within the ice. A gold plaque gleams from the front of the altar.
Illierd pokes his finger at a carved statue.
Perisiel says, "I have met a few among His priesthood, but they are... odd."
Illierd rubs a carved statue.
Perisiel says, "Like any, they serve Ivas, but..."
Illierd thoughtfully asks, "Have ye met any followers of Kai in yer travels?"
Perisiel thoughtfully says, "They do not last very long."
Illierd chuckles.
A faint aroma of lotus fills the room.
You say, "I'd say that description qualifies for most of the Ivas followers I've met."
You wink at Perisiel.
The faint scent of tuberose fills the air.
Perisiel glances at you.
Perisiel seductively says, "Then you haven't met me well enough."
Perisiel winks.
Illierd put a well-oiled leather thigh-sheath in his mammoth fur cloak.
Perisiel turns to face Illierd.
You say, "But you seem plenty odd from here at least"
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Other than myself."
You nod to Perisiel.
Perisiel ponders.
You say, "Not that that's a bad thing"
You say, "Odd people are more interesting."
Taylir softly says, "Interesting is a better word."
Taylir nods to you.
Joosila nods to Taylir.
You grin at Taylir.
Some pure white incense emits a tendril of lotus-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "It seems like there's less of us everyday."
Illierd ponders.
Some pale pink incense emits a tendril of tuberose-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
Perisiel says, "None comes particularly to mind."
Illierd nods to Perisiel.
Perisiel says, "Perhaps... in Wehnimer's Landing... there was one among the crowd...."
Illierd thoughtfully says, "That's what I thought."
Illierd ponders.
Perisiel says, "We did not speak at length, however."
Illierd thoughtfully asks, "Do ya know where he was heading?"
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Or was he residing there."
You say, "The ones with the most followers are generaly the one that give the most attention"
Perisiel says, "As I said, we did not speak at length."
You say, "Luukos, Sheru, Lorminstra, Lumnis."
Illierd nods.
Joosila idly picks at some pale pink tuberose incense.
The incense emits some pure white smoke which disperses, leaving a faint scent of lotus.
A bit of fragrant dust falls from some pale pink tuberose incense as it burns.
Perisiel turns to face Joosila.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Bah, Jes because they don't show themselves."
Perisiel quietly says, "No... I have not forgotten you. And you have not answered my question."
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Doesnae mean they are not wit ya."
Illierd nods.
Joosila says, "You have not answered mine"
Perisiel raises an eyebrow in Joosila's direction.
Perisiel says, "Rephrase it for me."
Joosila says, "What do you want from this meeting"
Perisiel smiles.
Perisiel says, "To please Ivas."
A trickle of lotus-scented smoke rises from some pure white incense.
A faint aroma of tuberose fills the room.
Perisiel says, "To make you aware of Her."
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Well atleast she's consistent."
Illierd chuckles.
Illierd ponders.
Joosila turns an inquisitive ear towards Perisiel.
Perisiel says, "And to help awaken desire within you, and, by so doing, to make you aware of Her power over you."
Taylir softly says, "You're doing a fine job."
A faint aroma of lotus fills the room.
Illierd removes a well-oiled leather thigh-sheath from in his mammoth fur cloak.
Perisiel chuckles low in the back of his throat.
Illierd pokes his finger at a razor-edged black vultite khopesh.
Illierd put a damp thrak hide cloth in his mammoth fur cloak.
Illierd stares.
Illierd reaches for a razor-edged black vultite khopesh, which suddenly glows brightly, causing him to yelp with pain and drop it.
Illierd mutters under his breath.
You say, "You havn't really awaked anything new in me, but the extra insight into Ivas certaintly is interesting."
Perisiel says dryly, "Yes, I know."
Illierd thoughtfully says, "I'm now more aware of Ivas' presence."
Some pure white smoke wafts up from the lotus incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
The faint scent of tuberose fills the air.
Perisiel says, "However, you were honest with yourself and others in what you wanted here."
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Jes have to be more aware of my emotions and actions."
Illierd ponders.
Perisiel says, "This is suitable for reward, and so I rewarded you."
Perisiel shrugs.
Perisiel looks thoughtfully at Joosila.
Taylir clasps her arms around her knees and rocks back and forth.
Perisiel asks, "Are you waiting for something more?"
Joosila asks, "Have you concluded?"
Some pure white incense burns softly as a stream of lotus-scented smoke rises from its smoldering ashes.
Some pale pink smoke wafts up from the tuberose incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
You blink.
Perisiel ponders.
Illierd falls over.
Perisiel says, "And one thing more...."
You say, "This has been going on longer than I realised..."
Perisiel says, "To enjoy myself."
Perisiel grins wickedly.
Perisiel says, "There. I have concluded."
You chuckle.
Joosila smiles.
Illierd begins chuckling at Perisiel!
Illierd removes a button-eyed green wool sock puppet from in his mammoth fur cloak.
You say, "That was rather anti-climatic."
Illierd laughs at you!
Joosila rests a gentle hand on Perisiel's arm.
A bit of fragrant dust falls from some pure white lotus incense as it burns.
The faint scent of tuberose fills the air.
Perisiel seems to be waiting for something.
Illierd rubs a button-eyed green wool sock puppet.
Illierd tries to eat his green wool sock puppet.
Taylir softly asks, "What exactly are you waiting for Perisiel?"
Illierd put a button-eyed green wool sock puppet in his mammoth fur cloak.
Taylir ponders.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "He's waiting on Joosila."
Perisiel says, "I have answered hers, and now I am waiting for her to answer mine..."
Illierd nods.
Perisiel amusedly says, "As she wishes me to do."
A bit of fragrant dust falls from some pure white lotus incense as it burns.
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the tuberose incense.
Joosila says, "I do not recall your question.."
Taylir softly asks, "Yet to my questions you only stated, "Good question," and moved on?"
Perisiel asks, "What do you want here?"
Perisiel raises an eyebrow in Joosila's direction.
Taylir scratches her nose.
Perisiel cryptically says, "That's the way it goes, sometimes."
Joosila says, "To listen, philososhise"
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the lotus incense.
Some pale pink incense emits a tendril of tuberose-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
Illierd blinks.
Perisiel nods thoughtfully.
Illierd scratches his chin.
Joosila says, "Its my first meeting"
Perisiel smiles.
Perisiel moves to stand in front of Joosila.
Perisiel sits down.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Always thought it was philosophize.."
Illierd coughs.
Illierd ducks his head.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Don't mind me, I'm a barbarian."
Taylir glances at Illierd.
Perisiel asks, "May I see your amulet?"
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the lotus incense.
Some pale pink incense emits a tendril of tuberose-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
Joosila asks, "Why?"
Illierd removes a jolly barbarian doll from in his mammoth fur cloak.
Illierd points at a jolly barbarian doll.
Illierd points at himself.
Perisiel extends a palm hand-up to you.
Perisiel says, "If you do, the answer will become clear."
Illierd put a jolly barbarian doll in his mammoth fur cloak.
Illierd removes a crystal amulet from in his mammoth fur cloak.
Illierd offers Perisiel a crystal amulet.
Illierd laughs at Perisiel!
Perisiel declines Illierd's offer.
You say, "I think he ment Joosila's."
Some pure white smoke rises from the lotus incense and dissipates into the air.
Illierd nods.
A trickle of tuberose-scented smoke rises from some pale pink incense.
Perisiel says, "Or, if you will donate an amulet..."
Perisiel glances at Illierd.
Illierd nods to Perisiel.
Illierd offers Perisiel a crystal amulet.
Illierd smirks.
Perisiel says, "Perhaps I can demonstrate myself without spooking the Nalfein."
Perisiel accepts Illierd's crystal amulet.
Perisiel smiles whimsically.
Perisiel stands up.
Joosila raises an eyebrow.
Perisiel stands in front of a red altar.
Perisiel kneels down.
Perisiel places his hand on his emerald-inset medallion.
Wisps of green flame manifest on the crystal amulet in Perisiel's palm, licking slowly over its surface.
A trickle of lotus-scented smoke rises from some pure white incense.
Some pale pink incense emits a tendril of tuberose-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
Joosila peers quizzically at Perisiel.
Some pure white incense burns softly as a stream of lotus-scented smoke rises from its smoldering ashes.
Some pale pink incense burns softly as a stream of tuberose-scented smoke rises from its smoldering ashes.
The faint scent of lotus fills the air.
Joosila clasps her arms around her knees and rocks back and forth.
Some pale pink incense emits a tendril of tuberose-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Hrmm."
As the wisps of green flame shift and twine atop the surface of Perisiel's crystal amulet, the form of the amulet changes.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Crystal sparrow."
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Poor sparrow."
Illierd coughs.
A faint aroma of lotus fills the room.
Some pale pink incense burns softly as a stream of tuberose-scented smoke rises from its smoldering ashes.
The wisps of green radiance die from the surface of the crystal amulet as Perisiel releases his grip on his emerald-inset medallion.
Illierd glances at some pale pink tuberose incense and slowly exhales.
Illierd slowly empties his lungs.
Perisiel stands up.
Perisiel moves to stand in front of Joosila.
Perisiel sits down.
Perisiel offers Joosila a polished crystal sparrow-shaped amulet with delicately inlaid mother-of-pearl feathers.
Joosila accepts Perisiel's crystal sparrow amulet.
Perisiel softly says, "A gift for you, then, since you asked for nothing but knowledge."
Some pure white smoke rises from the lotus incense and dissipates into the air.
A faint aroma of tuberose fills the room.
Joosila says, "Its is lovely..thank you"
Perisiel says, "If we meet again, perhaps you will ask for something more. My skills are varied."
Joosila says, "Perhaps"
Joosila twitches a bit and contorts her face in a lunatic grin.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "If ye kin."
Perisiel gently smooths the hair back from Joosila's cheek with an oddly tender gesture.
Perisiel stands up.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Please try and find out more of Kai's servants and priests."
Perisiel glances at Illierd.
A faint aroma of lotus fills the room.
You chuckle.
Illierd snickers.
A faint aroma of tuberose fills the room.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Errr..."
Perisiel amusedly asks, "And who would tell one such as I about such information?"
Illierd points at himself.
Illierd laughs!
Joosila hangs her head.
Perisiel amusedly says, "And what a fool I would look."
Illierd thoughtfully says, "That would erm please me intellectually."
Illierd laughs!
Taylir grins slowly.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Desires eh."
Illierd smirks.
Perisiel laughs softly as he says, "A little less transparent, next time."
Illierd just nudged Perisiel.
Perisiel winks at Illierd.
Perisiel glances at Taylir.
Some pure white incense burns softly as a stream of lotus-scented smoke rises from its smoldering ashes.
Taylir raises an eyebrow in Perisiel's direction.
The faint scent of tuberose fills the air.
Illierd pokes you in the ribs.
You ask, "What?"
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Dun worry Asmodea. they won't be calling ya names when ya flash yer belt around town."
Illierd snorts.
Perisiel idly inquires, "What will you do if I tell you I will leave now, without creating anything for you?"
Perisiel raises an eyebrow in Taylir's direction.
The faint scent of lotus fills the air.
Taylir softly asks, "More than likely sigh in disappointment, and carry on with my day?"
Taylir rubs her chin thoughtfully.
The incense emits some pale pink smoke which disperses, leaving a faint scent of tuberose.
Perisiel says, in the same offhanded tone of voice, "You mistrusted me before, after all, and I see no particular reason to stay, unless you give me one..."
You glance at Kriff.
You blink.
Taylir softly says, "No, I don't think it was as much mistrust as sarcasim."
You ask, "Have you been there long?"
Kriff says, "Aye, since the start."
You ponder.
Perisiel says, "Let the poor man sleep, since he has been this long."
You chuckle.
Illierd chuckles.
Perisiel looks thoughtfully at Taylir.
Perisiel says, "Disappointment is a fact of life, I've heard."
Some pure white incense emits a tendril of lotus-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the tuberose incense.
Taylir softly says, "Unfortunately so."
Joosila laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
Kriff says, "I just prefer to stay out of the spotlight."
Taylir nods to Perisiel.
Taylir takes a deep breath.
Taylir slowly empties her lungs.
Perisiel examines Taylir closely, sizing her up and taking note of all the details.
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the lotus incense.
Some pale pink incense burns softly as a stream of tuberose-scented smoke rises from its smoldering ashes.
Perisiel quietly says, "Give me something of yours, then. I will not recraft it to your specifications, but to whatever should please me."
Taylir rubs her chin thoughtfully.
Taylir removes a tightly woven spidersilk sack from in her elven-styled longcloak.
Taylir offers Perisiel a tightly woven spidersilk sack.
Perisiel accepts Taylir's spidersilk sack.
Taylir softly says, "Interesting."
Joosila gazes fondly at Perisiel.
Perisiel softly says, "Or please the spirit who does such matters for me."
Perisiel stands in front of a red altar.
Illierd grins at Perisiel.
A trickle of lotus-scented smoke rises from some pure white incense.
Emerald light shines briefly from Perisiel's grey ora medallion before he closes his hand around it.
Perisiel kneels down.
Some pale pink smoke rises from the tuberose incense and dissipates into the air.
Perisiel bows his head and closes his eyes.
Taylir whispers, "Which is absolutely perfect, as I've NO idea anymore what to get altered."
You chuckle at Taylir.
A bit of fragrant dust falls from some pure white lotus incense as it burns.
Some pale pink incense burns softly as a stream of tuberose-scented smoke rises from its smoldering ashes.
A faint aroma of lotus fills the room.
Delicate wisps of green smoke rise from the spidersilk sack in Perisiel's hand.
The incense emits some pale pink smoke which disperses, leaving a faint scent of tuberose.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Pretty."
Illierd removes a green silk kerchief from in his mammoth fur cloak.
Illierd rubs a green silk kerchief.
Illierd tries to eat his silk kerchief.
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the lotus incense.
Some pale pink incense emits a tendril of tuberose-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
Illierd snuffs out some pale pink tuberose incense.
Illierd sneezes loudly!
Joosila looks rather confused.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Too much smoke."
RIllierd thoughtfully says, "irritating m'nose."
You say, "And you call yourself a barbarian..."
You wave a hand at Illierd, dismissing him indifferently.
Illierd squints at some pure white lotus incense.
Taylir softly says, "A soft side to a barbarian, how.... interesting."
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Bleh."
Taylir grins at you.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "I have a delicate nose."
Some pure white incense emits a tendril of lotus-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
You tap the tuberose incense and it burns brightly for a moment as a bit of dust falls from it.
You tap the lotus incense and it burns brightly for a moment as a bit of dust falls from it.
A bit of fragrant dust falls from some pale pink tuberose incense as it burns.
Illierd kicks at the tuberose incense, and it fizzles and stops burning.
Illierd mutters under his breath.
The incense emits some pure white smoke which disperses, leaving a faint scent of lotus.
Illierd sneezes.
You say, "Well, he Is higher up where the smoke collects more"
You nod to Taylir.
Joosila looks very far away for a moment, a wistful expression on her face.
Perisiel opens his eyes.
Perisiel gazes thoughtfully at his spidersilk sack.
Some pure white incense emits a tendril of lotus-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
Perisiel turns to face Taylir.
Perisiel shows Taylir his spidersilk sack.
You cock your head at Perisiel.
Taylir softly says, "Very nice work, Perisiel."
Illierd thoughtfully asks, "Kin I take a peek?"
Kriff nods to Perisiel.
Illierd points at himself.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "I'm nosy."
Perisiel shows Illierd his spidersilk sack.
Some pure white incense burns softly as a stream of lotus-scented smoke rises from its smoldering ashes.
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Nicely done."
Perisiel says, "Not wholly my work, but wholly my will."
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Ya should really focus more on the altering trade."
Perisiel laughs softly.
Illierd just nudged Perisiel.
Perisiel says, "It would be meaningless without Her guidance."
You say, "And not neerly as entertaining"
Joosila manages a sad-eyed grin.
Illierd smirks.
Some pure white smoke wafts up from the lotus incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
Perisiel offers Taylir a vaalin-beaded spidersilk sack.
Taylir accepts Perisiel's spidersilk sack.
Taylir softly says, "Kind of you."
Perisiel softly says, "I can be."
Perisiel softly says, "When it suits me."
Illierd thoughtfully says, "He's not kind. He's getting his jollies of by pleasing us."
Illierd ponders.
Illierd shrugs.
Perisiel gazes directly into Taylir's eyes for a moment.
Perisiel glances at Illierd.
Joosila looks rather confused.
Perisiel says, "There are much worse things in the world than that."
Perisiel chuckles.
A faint aroma of lotus fills the room.
Perisiel picks up some pale pink tuberose incense.
Illierd chuckles.
Perisiel put some pale pink tuberose incense in his silk pouch.
Perisiel sniffs at some pure white incense, inhaling the lotus-scented smoke.
Perisiel snuffs out some pure white lotus incense.
Perisiel picks up some pure white lotus incense.
Perisiel put some pure white lotus incense in his silk pouch.
Taylir glances at you.
Perisiel says, "A good eve to you all, till we meet again."
Illierd thoughtfully says, "Blessed be Kai's will that ya finally putting those darn things away."
Illierd turns towards Perisiel and renders a sharp salute with his silk kerchief.
Perisiel laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
Perisiel shakes Joosila's hand enthusiastically.
Perisiel turns toward the carved statue of Ivas.
Perisiel turns to face Joosila.
Perisiel kisses Joosila on the hand.
Illierd ponders.
Perisiel turns back toward the carved statue of Ivas.
Illierd squints at Joosila.
Joosila blushes a glowing shade of red.
Illierd squints at a carved statue.
Perisiel kisses his own fingertips lightly, then touches the lips of the statue of Ivas, whispering reverently, "My Lady."
Perisiel bows to the statue before turning away.
High Lord Perisiel just went up.
