[Icemule Temple, Meeting Hall]
The Temple Meeting Hall is an expansive space, although its ceiling barely clears six feet.  Its mithril doors open inward, swinging back to frame a promenade down the center of two banks of hand-carved benches.  Leather cushions on the benches provide a more comfortable seat atop the hard oak, and footrests add additional ease.  At the room's far wall, a raised dais holds a podium and a few imposing oak chairs with wide arms and tall backs.  You also see the Zenaxa disk, the Turinrond disk, an ice blue taper and a pair of wide mithril doors.
Also here: Aydan, Ceyrin, Laeyandra who is sitting, Zenaxa, High Lord Turinrond, Great Lady Entress, Lord Lethri who is sitting, Dhask
Obvious exits: none

You say, "Allright, let me explain a few things to folks."

Ceyrin grins slowly.

Speaking to a shadowy dire coyote, Laeyandra asks, "Ye had snowcat eh? Nae enough though?"

Zenaxa turns to face you.

Laeyandra flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

You say, "The location of the Onar chapel is a mystery kept to his devotees."

Turinrond plants the tip of his staff on the ground firmly, leaning against it.

Laeyandra turns an inquisitive ear towards you.

Laeyandra stands up.

You say, "Therefore, we are going to ask that ye all wear blindfolds."

 (Turinrond nods slowly.)

Laeyandra nods to you.

Laeyandra grins at you.

Lethri squints.

Laeyandra says, "Like an adventure."

Laeyandra shifts her weight.

Speaking to Turinrond, Ceyrin asks, "Does this truly mean I must wear one Coyote?"

You say, "Ye will be gated into the less sacred part of the sanctuary."

Ceyrin gazes thoughtfully at his silk blindfold.

Zenaxa put some dusty light grey gloves in her cleric's robe.

You say, "From there, we ask ye wait with blindfolds intact."

Laeyandra nods to you.

Zenaxa nods to you.

You say, "And I will lead ye the rest of the way in."

Turinrond looks thoughtfully at Ceyrin.

You say, "Please do not chance angering Onar."

You say, "It would not be pleasant if ye did so."

Laeyandra nods to you.

Ceyrin laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Turinrond quietly says, "That's an understatement, perhaps."

You say, "Follow instructions as given."

You nod to Turinrond.

You remove a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls from in your spidersilk greatcloak.

[Copious giving out of blindfolds.]

You offer your black silk blindfold to Ceyrin, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer.  Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Ceyrin says, "I think I like that one better."

Ceyrin has accepted your offer and is now holding a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls.

Laeyandra shifts her weight.

You remove a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls from in your spidersilk greatcloak.

You offer your black silk blindfold to Ceyrin, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer.  Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Laeyandra grins at Ceyrin.

Ceyrin nods to Turinrond.

Ceyrin has declined the offer.

Ceyrin says, "I do not need two."

You say, "Sorry."

Ceyrin looks over at you and shakes his head.

You chuckle.

Ceyrin says, "Though I'll gladly take it for my collection."

Ceyrin chuckles.

You say, "I thought ye might peek."

Turinrond quietly says, "It is rather nice looking."

Ceyrin nods to Turinrond.

Ceyrin says, "I agree."

Laeyandra nods to Turinrond.

Laeyandra grins at you.

Zenaxa says, "They are pretty."

You say, "Ye can keep the blindfolds after the lecture."

Laeyandra asks, "Really?"

Laeyandra beams!

You nod to Laeyandra.

Speaking to you, Venrath says, "I trust you, Iscikella. Thus the responsibility is yours."

Zenaxa beams happily at you!

You say, "Consider them a token from Onar."

Lethri stands up.

Zenaxa asks, "Do we wear them after we gate?"

You say, "But don't get mushy with him about it."

You chuckle.

Lethri coughs.

You nod to Zenaxa.

Zenaxa nods.

Laeyandra asks, "Gate?"

Turinrond quietly says, "Aye, keep them on, until told otherwise."

You say, "Wizard gate."

You point at Zermon.

Laeyandra cocks her head at you.

Zermon bows.

Zenaxa puts on a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls.

Laeyandra looks thoughtfully at Zermon.

Venrath glances at the blindfold in her hand.

Venrath shivers.

Laeyandra says, "I nae know what that be, but just tell me what ta do and when."

Laeyandra flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

Aydan says, "It will be safe, as long as you do as you're told."

Laeyandra slowly empties her lungs.

Laeyandra nods to Aydan.

Venrath frets.

Lethri darkly says, "Sure is dark in here."

Ceyrin says, "I do not believe anyone has been instructed to don them yet."

(Dhask slow places the blindfold over his eyes.)

Laeyandra whispers, "We put em on now M'lady?"

Laeyandra shifts her weight.

Dhask grumbles.

You say, "Ye may put the blindfold on now or after ye come out on the gate side."

Speaking quietly to you, Turinrond asks, "Ye mind if I have one for future reference?"

You say, "Please go into the mist, when it comes."

Laeyandra says, "Oh... mist."

Speaking to Turinrond, you say, "Not at all."

Laeyandra beams!

You smile at Turinrond.

Laeyandra says, "I been in mist afore."

Turinrond bows to you.

You offer your black silk blindfold to Turinrond, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer.  Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Laeyandra nods.

Turinrond has accepted your offer and is now holding a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls.

You stand back up.

Speaking to you, Venrath says, "I will comply, out of trust in you, but not until absolutely necessary."

You ask, "Now, did I get everyone?"

Laeyandra says, "I guess I put it on after the mist I guess, otherwise I might miss it."

Laeyandra gazes thoughtfully at her black silk blindfold.

Dhask gets a blank look on his face.

You say, "I will be fogging in after, so please stay in place until I get there."

Laeyandra nods to you.

 (Ceyrin ties the blindfold around his head, and leaves it poised over his forehead for now.)

Speaking to you, Aydan says, "You'll be blind fogging."

Aydan seems to be waiting for something.

Xanagorath ponders.

You chuckle at Aydan.

You say, "Magic is fairly safe."

Aydan says, "Hm. Didn't get hit for that one."

You say, "Sometimes."

(Xanagorath slides the blindfold up over his brow.)

Turinrond glances around the room.

Zermon says, "Allright, I believe I open the gate in here safely.  If not I will ask that we move a room or two.  When the gate opens, please go into the mist."

Laeyandra nods to Zermon.

Zermon says, "If ye miss the gate, I will open another."

Ceyrin nods.

Laeyandra nods.

Speaking quietly to Zermon, Turinrond says, "My thanks."

Ceyrin says, "Very well."

Laeyandra seems to be waiting for something.

Zermon says, "But I'm not the best gater, so try and get it first time."

Zermon chuckles.

Zermon traces a series of glowing runes while chanting an arcane phrase...
Zenaxa watches the surroundings in breathless anticipation.
Zermon gestures.

A black mist slowly fills the area.  A slight crackling sound can be heard from within, and the scent of ozone tickles your nose.  Suddenly, an arc of lightning lashes out from the fog and strikes Zermon!
   ... 29 points of damage!
   Electric blast goes right to the heart!  Fibrillation can be fun.
 * Zermon drops dead at your feet!

The black mist quickly dissipates.

Laeyandra grins at Zermon.

Xanagorath smirks.

Zenaxa gasps.

Laeyandra gasps.

Turinrond gets a blank look on his face.

Lethri shakes his head.

Ceyrin says, "Clearly you were not meant to do this."

Laeyandra exclaims, "Oh no!!"

Aydan says, "That wasn't getting it right."

Venrath blinks at Zermon.

Ceyrin raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...

Dhask sniffs.

The ghostly voice of Zermon says, "Now that was not good."

Zenaxa raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...

Laeyandra gazes at Zermon with a look of utter sorrow in her eyes.

Zenaxa gestures at Zermon.

A luminescent web briefly forms around Zermon, then fades into the body.

Speaking quietly to himself, Xanagorath says, "He wasn't kidding.."

A snowshoe hare hops into the room.

Laeyandra nods to Xanagorath.

Lethri darkly says, "I guess not."

Turinrond quietly says, "It is of little concern. We have a priest present."

Speaking to Zermon, Ceyrin asks, "Shall I restore your life?"

You say, "We'll get ye up."

A shadowy dire coyote barks loudly!

Turinrond nods to the dire coyote.

Dhask asks, "Wh-what is going on?"

Laeyandra gives the coyote a brief pet.

Dhask asks, "Are we under attack?"

The ghostly voice of Zermon says, "Sorry, haven't done that in a good while."

Laeyandra looks over at Dhask and shakes her head.

Dhask takes off a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls.

Speaking quietly to Dhask, Turinrond says, "We'll be gating to the shrine."

The snowshoe hare guards over its fallen Master.

Dhask glances at Zermon.

Speaking to Dhask, Aydan says, "No, just a slight mishap."

Speaking to Dhask, Laeyandra says, "The wizard spell backfired."

Speaking to Zermon, Ceyrin says, "I think, it is meant for you to obtain a closer bond to Onar first."

Dhask says, "How'd that happen."

Dhask reaches inside his black brigandine and scratches himself under the arm.

The ghostly voice of Zermon says, "Could well be."

Laeyandra shivers.

Speaking to Zermon, Ceyrin says, "Allow me the honor of facilitating that."

Aydan says, "Wizards."

Ceyrin nods to Zermon.

Zermon gives a ghostly chuckle.

A shadowy dire coyote pants heavily!

Speaking quietly to Ceyrin, Turinrond says, "Yes, please do."

Laeyandra grins at Aydan.

Speaking to Zermon, Ceyrin asks, "Would you like for me to restore your life?"

Turinrond slowly runs his fingertips along the edges of the silver crystal pendant, and a haze of grey mist shrouds its interior to form  a vague symbol of a broken white skull.

Dhask puts on a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls.

The ghostly voice of Zermon says, "Please if you would."

Ceyrin nods to Zermon.

Ceyrin removes a gold-pommeled drake dagger from in his deep black vest.

Ceyrin kneels down.

The ghostly voice of Zermon says, "Is rather embarrassing."

(Ceyrin begins carving at his right hand with his drake dagger, the firey magics within cauterizing the wound as he cuts. When he is done, the bloody image of a grimacing skull is left on his palm.)

Ceyrin raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...

You chuckle at Zermon.

The snowshoe hare waits patiently.

Ceyrin gestures at Zermon.

A silvery translucent thread extends from Ceyrin encompassing Zermon's corpse.

Laeyandra smiles at Zermon.

Arellis just came through a pair of wide mithril doors.

Ceyrin raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...

(Ceyrin presses his bloodied palm against the forehead of Zermon and chants quietly. A small wave of darkness ebbs outward from the focal point. Ceyrin's eyes go white and his body slacks.)

Ceyrin gestures at Zermon.
Ceyrin suddenly looks very drained.

A bolt of soft white light streaks down from the sky bathing Zermon in it.
A brilliant glow forms around Zermon, lingers for a moment, and finally fades.  Zermon awakens looking somewhat confused and seriously drained.

A shadowy dire coyote barks loudly!

The hare runs around in circles expressing its delight.

Aydan says, "The hare is chasing its tail."

Aydan ponders.

Zenaxa faces Zermon, closes her eyes and begins chanting.  Suddenly, a small bolt of energy arcs between them!
Zenaxa opens her eyes, looking slightly drained.

Arellis attempts to hum a merry little tune.

Zenaxa faces Zermon, closes her eyes and begins chanting.  Suddenly, a small bolt of energy arcs between them!
Zenaxa opens her eyes, looking slightly drained.

The snowshoe hare raises its ears.

Aydan says, "I thought only puppies did that."

Laeyandra grins at Aydan.

Xanagorath paces back and forth.

Laeyandra pets Zermon's snowshoe hare.

Zermon coughs.

Zermon stands up.

Laeyandra smiles at the snowshoe hare.

Turinrond clears his throat.

Zermon says, "I really apologize."

Speaking to Zermon, Ceyrin says, "I would like to say, you will be able to continue without further incident."

Ceyrin stands up.

A shadowy dire coyote growls menacingly!

Zermon says, "Hopefully that will not happen again."

Ceyrin put a gold-pommeled drake dagger in his deep black vest.

Turinrond looks thoughtfully at a shadowy dire coyote.

Laeyandra nods to Zermon.

Zermon says, "Hopefully."

The snowshoe hare scratches an ear.

Zenaxa rubs Zermon

 

 

(Zermon crosses his fingers.)

Speaking quietly to Zermon, Turinrond says, "It is much about faith as it is about skill."

Ceyrin says, "Onar has seen fit to restore your life. I would imagine you will have more success."

The snowshoe hare forages about for something to eat.

Laeyandra pets Zermon's snowshoe hare.

Ceyrin glances at a snowshoe hare.

Turinrond glances at a snowshoe hare.

Zermon says, "Now, ye silly bunny."

The snowshoe hare scratches an ear.

Ceyrin asks, "Would it not be prudent for the animal to be in the other location?"

Zermon says, "I have to send ye back."

Zermon mutters under his breath.

Zermon says, "Give me a moment to send him back folks."

A shadowy dire coyote growls menacingly!

Zermon mutters something about rabbits..

Laeyandra nods to Zermon.

Laeyandra waves to the hare.

Speaking to a snowshoe hare, Laeyandra says, "Bye hare."

Laeyandra pets Zermon's snowshoe hare.

Zenaxa pets Zermon's snowshoe hare.

A shadowy dire coyote drools with ravenous hunger!

The snowshoe hare hops off.

Speaking to Zermon, Laeyandra says, "She be a pretty hare. First snowshoe hare I ever seen."

Zenaxa says, "Hope he dun trip anyone on th way over."

Zermon begins chuckling at Zenaxa!

Laeyandra grins at Zenaxa.

Zenaxa ponders.

Xanagorath idly scratches himself on the neck.

Zenaxa smirks.

Laeyandra shifts her weight.

Zermon says, "Allright, one more time."

Zermon says, "HOpefully I will be more lucky."

Turinrond looks thoughtfully at Zermon.

(Laeyandra crosses her fingers.)

Lethri rubs a white Onar symbol.

Zermon traces a series of glowing runes while chanting an arcane phrase...
Zermon gestures.

A black mist slowly fills the area.  A slight crackling sound can be heard from within, and the scent of ozone tickles your nose.  Suddenly, an arc of lightning lashes out from the fog and strikes Zermon!
   ... 24 points of damage!
   Heavy jolt to chest causes solar plexus to explode.  Remarkable display of spraying blood.
   He is stunned!

The black mist quickly dissipates.

Laeyandra winces.

Lethri gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...

Ceyrin says, "I see."

Aydan tilts his head down.

Venrath gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...
Lethri gestures at Zermon.
The glazed look leaves Zermon.

Turinrond quietly says, "Faith, not luck."

Speaking to Turinrond, Ceyrin says, "Yes, exactly."

Lethri darkly says, "I win."

Lethri smirks.

Speaking to Zermon, Ceyrin says, "Try this. Ask Onar first."

Ceyrin says, "Aloud."

Zermon begins chuckling at Ceyrin!

Laeyandra grins at Ceyrin.

Zermon says, "I'm usually not this bad."

Ceyrin says, "I am not kidding."

Zermon says, "Must be nerves."

Ceyrin says, "Precicely."

Zenaxa steeples her fingers together, quietly observing her surroundings.

Laeyandra nods to Ceyrin.

Zermon traces a series of glowing runes while chanting an arcane phrase...
Zermon gestures.
A black mist slowly fills the area.  A slight crackling sound can be heard from within, and the scent of ozone tickles your nose.  Suddenly, an arc of lightning lashes out from the fog and strikes Zermon!
   ... 16 points of damage!
   Nasty jolt to back fuses a few vertebrae.  Definitely uncomfortable.
   He is stunned!

The black mist quickly dissipates.

Ceyrin shakes his head.

Zenaxa gestures at Zermon.
The glazed look leaves Zermon.

Ceyrin says, "He will not listen."

Xanagorath wrinkles his nose.

Laeyandra glances over at Zermon and winces.

Turinrond plants the tip of his staff on the ground firmly, leaning against it.

Lethri darkly says, "Well it's getting better."

Dhask rubs a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls.

Zenaxa asks, "Can a cleric of Onar steal th spells?"

Ceyrin says, "Not that spell."

Ceyrin chuckles.

Zenaxa snaps her fingers.

Aydan says, "I guess this just goes to show that when it finally opens, go through QUICK."

A shadowy dire coyote drools with ravenous hunger!

Laeyandra nods to Aydan.

Venrath gazes thoughtfully at her black silk blindfold.

Turinrond slowly empties his lungs.

Zermon mutters under his breath.

Zermon traces a series of glowing runes while chanting an arcane phrase...
Zermon gestures.
A black mist slowly fills the area.  A slight crackling sound can be heard from within, and the scent of ozone tickles your nose.  Suddenly, an arc of lightning lashes out from the fog and strikes Zermon!
   ... 25 points of damage!
   Electric blast goes right to the heart!  Fibrillation can be fun.
 * Zermon drops dead at your feet!

The black mist quickly dissipates.

Laeyandra groans.

Axhinde's group just came through a pair of wide mithril doors.

Zenaxa raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...

The ghostly voice of Zermon says, "Ah... this is rather odd."

Zenaxa gestures at Zermon.
A luminescent web briefly forms around Zermon, then fades into the body.

Laeyandra gazes at Zermon with a look of utter sorrow in her eyes.

Lethri sighs.

Xanagorath wrinkles his nose.

Venrath coughs.

Ceyrin says, "You really should have followed my advice."

Ceyrin nods to Zermon.

A snowshoe hare hops into the room.

Speaking to Zermon, Laeyandra says, "Maybe this be a bad place."

Zenaxa asks, "Perhaps another startin point?"

Laeyandra nods to Zenaxa.

Ceyrin says, "Well, I can restore your life.. again."

Laeyandra says, "What I was thinkin'."

Axhinde rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Laeyandra sighs.

Ceyrin nods to Zermon.

A shadowy dire coyote snorts the ground hungrily.

Laeyandra rubs Zermon.

Venrath says, "Is encumberance an issue with this spell? If it is, I can help."

Xanagorath kneels down.

The ghostly voice of Zermon says, "Oh, ye know I didn't think of that."

Ceyrin kneels down.

The ghostly voice of Zermon says, "What the heck am I carrying."

Ceyrin laughs!

(Ceyrin begins carving at his right hand with his drake dagger, the firey magics within cauterizing the wound as he cuts. When he is done, the bloody image of a grimacing skull is left on his palm.)

Ceyrin raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...
Ceyrin gestures at Zermon.
A silvery translucent thread extends from Ceyrin encompassing Zermon's corpse.

Laeyandra says, "Well he could cast strength on himself, might help."

Laeyandra ponders.

The ghostly voice of Zermon says, "I'll take off some stuff once I get up."

Venrath says, "I can phase some of the weight off."

Axhinde asks, "Is this where the discussion is taking place?"

Speaking to Zermon, Ceyrin says, "This time, ASK Onar."

Please rephrase that command.

 

Ceyrin raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...

Laeyandra nods to Axhinde.

(Ceyrin presses his bloodied palm against the forehead of Zermon and chants quietly. A small wave of darkness ebbs outward from the focal point. Ceyrin's eyes go white and his body slacks.)
Ceyrin gestures at Zermon.
Ceyrin suddenly looks very drained.

A bolt of soft white light streaks down from the sky bathing Zermon in it.
A brilliant glow forms around Zermon, lingers for a moment, and finally fades.  Zermon awakens looking somewhat confused and seriously drained.

Zenaxa gestures at Zermon.
The glazed look leaves Zermon.

The hare runs around in circles expressing its delight.

Zenaxa gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...
Zenaxa gestures at Ceyrin.
The glazed look leaves Ceyrin.

Laeyandra says, "Well, nae really... in another secret place."

Zenaxa faces Zermon, closes her eyes and begins chanting.  Suddenly, a small bolt of energy arcs between them!
Zenaxa opens her eyes, looking slightly drained.

Laeyandra says, "But we go there from here."

Michiko nods.

Speaking to you, Aydan says, "Three more people need blindfolds."

Laeyandra flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

You say, "Least ye can say the experience was unique."

You chuckle.

Laeyandra smiles at Axhinde.

Laeyandra grins at you.

Axhinde grins.

Ceyrin stands up.

A shadowy dire coyote pants heavily!

Ceyrin put a gold-pommeled drake dagger in his deep black vest.

The snowshoe hare scratches an ear.

Michiko gives the coyote a brief pet.

Zenaxa smiles at the snowshoe hare.

Axhinde says, "I suppose the location is on a need to know basis."

Aydan nods to Axhinde.

Turinrond nods.

A shadowy dire coyote growls menacingly!

Laeyandra shows Axhinde her black silk blindfold.

Laeyandra says, "We get ta wear these."

Zenaxa kneels down and begins to meditate.

Laeyandra grins at Axhinde.

Laeyandra pets Zermon's snowshoe hare.

Zermon is admiring himself again.

The snowshoe hare hops off.

Zermon checks his equipment, adjusting and rearranging his gear.

Zermon exclaims, "Oh gad!"

Zermon exclaims, "That's why!"

Turinrond makes a nearly imperceptible motion while whispering a soft phrase...
Turinrond gestures at Zermon.
Zermon suddenly looks much more dextrous.

Laeyandra cocks her head at Zermon.

Zenaxa stands up.

Zermon says, "I'm weighted to the gills."

Aydan taps you lightly on the shoulder.

Zermon removes a rune-trimmed wizard's cloak from his shoulders.
Zermon offers you a rune-trimmed wizard's cloak.  Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it.  The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Turinrond quietly says, "Well, that's not good."

Ceyrin says, "You also just recently died."

Venrath examines her fingernails.

Ceyrin says, "That does not help."

You accept Zermon's offer and are now holding a rune-trimmed wizard's cloak.

Aydan points at Arellis.

Laeyandra nods to Ceyrin.

Aydan points at Axhinde.

Zermon checks his equipment, adjusting and rearranging his gear.

Aydan points at Michiko.

Speaking to you, Aydan says, "They need blindfolds."

Michiko peers quizzically at Aydan.

Ceyrin says, "Yes, they do."

Axhinde chuckles.

You nod.

Ceyrin says, "If they intend to attend."

You remove a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls from in your spidersilk greatcloak.

Laeyandra fidgets.

Turinrond quietly says, "And take the priest's advice, this time."

You ask, "Who needs?"

Michiko gets a blank look on her face.

Laeyandra nods to Turinrond.

Turinrond nods to Zermon.

Laeyandra grins.

Ceyrin agrees with Turinrond.

You offer your wizard's cloak to Michiko, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer.  Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Speaking to Michiko, Axhinde asks, "Still interested?"

Michiko has declined the offer.

Zermon checks his equipment, adjusting and rearranging his gear.

Zermon rummages around in his pockets.

Speaking to you, Michiko says, "I think you meant to hand me the other item."

Turinrond quietly says, "We're asking that you wear blindfolds until we arrive at the lecture location."

Ceyrin says, "With the sting of death at your heels, I imagine your casting of such things is far less efficent."

Michiko raises an eyebrow in your direction.

You swap a rune-trimmed wizard's cloak to your left hand and a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls to your right hand.
You offer your black silk blindfold to Michiko, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer.  Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Michiko nods to Axhinde.

Michiko has accepted your offer and is now holding a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls.

Axhinde nods.

Zermon nods.

Zermon says, "'fraid so."

Zermon checks his equipment, adjusting and rearranging his gear.

Turinrond taps the tip of his staff on the ground, making it echo hollowly.

Laeyandra looks thoughtfully at Turinrond.

Michiko glance at the blindfold in her hand.

Zermon removes a scorched components satchel from his belt.
Zermon slings a blackened mesh wand harness off from over his shoulder.

Laeyandra grins at Michiko.

Zermon offers you a scorched components satchel.  Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it.  The offer will expire in 30 seconds.
You accept Zermon's offer and are now holding a scorched components satchel.
You put a scorched components satchel in your wizard's cloak.

Speaking to Michiko, Laeyandra says, "Like an adventure."

A shadowy dire coyote's tail wags slowly back and forth!

Laeyandra nods to Michiko.

Zermon offers you a blackened mesh wand harness.  Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it.  The offer will expire in 30 seconds.
You accept Zermon's offer and are now holding a blackened mesh wand harness.

Michiko nods to Laeyandra.

Your harness won't fit in the wizard's cloak.

Lethri inhales deeply upon his pipe, puckering his lips and sending out three rings of smoke before him briefly, then puffs out a small jagged sigil of smoke that darts right through all three which causes them to disperse in a hazy shroud!

Zermon checks his equipment, adjusting and rearranging his gear.

Michiko says, "I just hope I like where this one is heading."

Aydan whispers, "Axhinde and Arellis each need one."

Speaking quietly to a shadowy dire coyote, Turinrond says, "Well, if there was any point to this death, we'd be in good shape."

Ceyrin asks, "What of the other two?"

Michiko chuckles.

Zermon takes off a royal purple vest.

Ceyrin glances at Arellis.

Ceyrin glances at Axhinde.

Zermon offers you a royal purple vest.  Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it.  The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Both of your hands are full.

Ceyrin agrees with Turinrond.

You say, "Zermon Ye have too Much stuff."

Speaking to Turinrond, Ceyrin says, "Although, I think there is atleast some small point."

You say, "Wait."

Laeyandra grins at you.

Laeyandra giggles.

 

You say, "I'll get a friend."

Speaking quietly to Ceyrin, Turinrond asks, "The point is to listen to the priest, yes?"

Ceyrin chuckles.

Xanagorath smirks.

Ceyrin says, "Indirectly, yes."

 (Turinrond nods slowly.)

Laeyandra fidgets.

Ceyrin says, "Directly, the point is to ask before you invade Onar's space."

Ceyrin says, "When you have not proven yourself to Him."

A shadowy dire coyote pants heavily!

Aydan whispers, "I'll go get two more for them since you're doing so much."

Turinrond nods.

Aydan just went through a pair of wide mithril doors.

Valeros just came through a pair of wide mithril doors.

Turinrond scratches at a tattoo of a broken white coyote skull pierced with a black dagger.

Turinrond's regal air swiftly drifts away.

Michiko grins at Axhinde.

Laeyandra gives the coyote a brief pet.

Laeyandra smiles at the dire coyote.

You offer your mesh wand harness to Valeros, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer.  Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.
Valeros has accepted your offer and is now holding a blackened mesh wand harness.
Valeros put a blackened mesh wand harness in his wolf-hide cloak.

Speaking to Ceyrin, Zenaxa asks, "Perhaps ye kin put in a good werd fer us?"

Zenaxa smiles.

You offer your wizard's cloak to Valeros, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer.  Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.
Valeros has accepted your offer and is now holding a rune-trimmed wizard's cloak.

Aydan just came through a pair of wide mithril doors.

Ceyrin says, "I cannot do any such thing."

Aydan offers Axhinde a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls.

Michiko tickles Axhinde into laughing.

Zermon removes a stylish dark purple pouch from his belt.

Aydan removes a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls from in his silvery mail backpack.

Axhinde accepts Aydan's black silk blindfold.

Aydan offers Arellis a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls.

Zermon offers Valeros a royal purple vest.
Valeros accepts Zermon's purple vest.

Turinrond plants the tip of his staff on the ground firmly, leaning against it.

Turinrond glances around the room.

Ceyrin glances at Valeros.

Axhinde grins at Michiko.

Zermon offers Valeros a stylish dark purple pouch.

Laeyandra shifts her weight.

Ceyrin points at Valeros.

Zenaxa blinks.

Valeros accepts Zermon's dark purple pouch.

Ceyrin says, "He needs one."

Valeros put a stylish dark purple pouch in his wolf-hide cloak.

Arellis accepts Aydan's black silk blindfold.

Arellis asks, "Whass this for?"

Arellis slings a silvery rolaren kite shield over her shoulder.

Zenaxa says, "How friendly."

Zermon checks his equipment, adjusting and rearranging his gear.

Zenaxa mumbles something that you don't quite catch.

Speaking to Arellis, Ceyrin says, "To wear."

Zermon exclaims, "Now!"

Arellis ducks slightly and covers her head with her arms.

Speaking to Arellis, Aydan says, "They ask that you wear it if you are going to attend the lecture."

Zermon recites a series of mystical phrases while raising his hands...
Zermon gestures.
Zermon looks considerably more imposing.

Arellis says, "Okies."

Zermon chuckles.

Speaking to Zermon, Ceyrin says, "Remember, ask."

Arellis puts on a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls.

Valeros says, "I'll wait with this stuff outside."

Aydan asks, "Anyone else need one?"

Arellis covers her eyes with her hands.

Valeros just went through a pair of wide mithril doors.

Arellis exclaims, "Done!"

Laeyandra says, "I got one."

You ask, "Now who needs a blindfold?"

A shadowy dire coyote barks loudly!

Speaking to you, Aydan says, "I took care of it."

You say, "And again I apologize Turinrond."

You concentrate while murmuring the simple, mystical chant for Troll's Blood...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture.
Dark red droplets coalesce upon your skin before sinking into your flesh.  Your heart stutters for an instant before settling into a steady, powerful rhythm.

Zermon says, "Should be better now."

Laeyandra blinks.

Turinrond quietly says, "I am not unfamiliar with death and its timing."

Speaking to you, Ceyrin says, "Fortunately, patience is a strong point for Onarians."

Laeyandra shivers.

Zermon says, "I never checked what I was wearing."

Zermon says, "My fault."

Turinrond nods to Ceyrin.

Michiko nods to Axhinde.

Zermon says, "Been hunting and all that."

The cuts on your back close and the bruises fade.

Laeyandra blinks at you.

Laeyandra looks thoughtfully at you.

Zermon traces a series of glowing runes while chanting an arcane phrase...
Zermon gestures.
A black mist slowly fills the area.  A slight crackling sound can be heard from within, and the scent of ozone tickles your nose.  Suddenly, an arc of lightning lashes out from the fog and strikes Zermon!
   ... 23 points of damage!
   Heavy jolt to chest causes solar plexus to explode.  Remarkable display of spraying blood.
   He is stunned!
The black mist quickly dissipates.

Ceyrin frowns.

Laeyandra sighs.

Ceyrin says, "He didn't ask."

Dhask rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Ceyrin shakes his head.

Laeyandra rubs Zermon.

Lethri slowly empties his lungs.

You gesture while calling upon the lesser spirits to aid you with the Stun Relief spell...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture at Zermon.
The glazed look leaves Zermon.

Speaking to Zermon, Ceyrin says, "I cannot warn you any more than I already have."

Zermon sits up.

Michiko nods to Axhinde.

Zermon traces a series of glowing runes while chanting an arcane phrase...
Zermon gestures.
A swirling grey-blue mist slowly fills the area.  It begins to spin faster and faster, congealing into a large upright disk.  The mist slows its spinning and within the swirling vapors you can make out an opening.

Ceyrin steps into the swirling mist.

Zermon exclaims, "Go!"

Laeyandra steps into the swirling mist.

Aydan removes a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls from in his silvery mail backpack.

Turinrond quietly says, "Go mist."

Lethri steps into the swirling mist.

Xanagorath tucks his chin towards his chest and falls to the ground in an elegant roll.  He tumbles smoothly and springs to his feet, ready for action!

Aydan puts on a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls.

Dhask steps into the swirling mist.

Xanagorath steps into the swirling mist.

Aydan steps into the swirling mist.

Turinrond glances around the room.

Michiko steps into the swirling mist.

The swirling mist begins to speed up as it spirals back into the opening and fades away.

Turinrond stares off into space.

Axhinde snaps his fingers.

Venrath sighs.

Zermon says, "Allright."

Zermon says, "One more."

Zermon traces a series of glowing runes while chanting an arcane phrase...
Zermon gestures.
A black mist slowly fills the area.  A slight crackling sound can be heard from within, and the scent of ozone tickles your nose.  Suddenly, an arc of lightning lashes out from the fog and strikes Zermon!
   ... 14 points of damage!
   Heavy shock to right eye bursts a few blood vessels.  Sick.
   He is stunned!

The black mist quickly dissipates.

A shadowy dire coyote's tail wags slowly back and forth!

Arellis works her fingers under her hawk-feathered cap and scratches her head.

Zermon traces a series of glowing runes while chanting an arcane phrase...
Zermon gestures.
A black mist slowly fills the area.  A slight crackling sound can be heard from within, and the scent of ozone tickles your nose.  Suddenly, an arc of lightning lashes out from the fog and strikes Zermon!
   ... 55 points of damage!
   Terrifying electrical arc destroys spinal column one vertebra at a time!
 * Zermon drops dead at your feet!

The black mist quickly dissipates.

The ghostly voice of Zermon exclaims, "Bah!"

You begin to feel better as the cuts on your chest close and the bruises fade.

Arellis winces.

Turinrond gazes heavenward.

A shadowy dire coyote bares her teeth hungrily at Venrath!

You chuckle.

Venrath glances at a shadowy dire coyote.

You say, "It's kind of a comedy of errors."

Speaking to Zermon, Arellis asks, "How come you keep on doin that?"

Zenaxa asks, "Should we try another room to gate from?"

You say, "I have no clue."

Turinrond furrows his brow.

The bruises around your head fade.

You say, "Let me send for a cleric."

Zenaxa says, "Cleric here."

Zenaxa points at herself.

You ask, "Can ye raise?"

(Arellis walks around with her blindfold on tryin to figgure out what's going on)

Zenaxa says, "If he wants me te raise."

Zenaxa nods.

Arellis suddenly stumbles for no apparent reason.

The ghostly voice of Zermon says, "Please."

Zenaxa raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...
Zenaxa gestures at Zermon.
A silvery translucent thread extends from Zenaxa encompassing Zermon's corpse.

Arellis suddenly stumbles for no apparent reason.

Zenaxa kneels down.

A shadowy dire coyote snorts the ground hungrily.

Zenaxa continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.

Arellis sighs.

Zenaxa continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.

Zenaxa steeples her fingers reverently as she solemnly bows her head before Zermon.

Zenaxa touches Zermon.

The cuts on your back close and the bruises fade.

Zenaxa gestures at Zermon.
Zenaxa suddenly looks very drained.
A bolt of soft white light streaks down from the sky bathing Zermon in it.
A brilliant glow forms around Zermon, lingers for a moment, and finally fades.  Zermon awakens looking somewhat confused and seriously drained.

Zermon says, "I will need to recover a bit."

Zermon says, "Sorry."

Zermon stands up.

Zenaxa nods.

Zenaxa rubs Zermon.

Zermon checks his equipment, adjusting and rearranging his gear.

Zenaxa faces Zermon, closes her eyes and begins chanting.  Suddenly, a small bolt of energy arcs between them!
Zenaxa opens her eyes, looking slightly drained.

Zenaxa stands up.

A shadowy dire coyote snorts the ground hungrily.

Venrath glance at the blindfold in her hand.

Zermon traces a series of glowing runes while chanting an arcane phrase...
Zermon gestures.
After a moment's silence a blue wolf pads into the room and glances up at Zermon intelligently.

The blue wolf pads off.

Zenaxa asks, "Is it possible to fog to th location?"

Zermon says, "No."

Zermon shakes his head.

Zenaxa nods.

Zenaxa says, "I hate te see ye risk terself."

Zenaxa frets.

Zenaxa says, "A shame I didnt have a chrism on me."

A shadowy dire coyote snorts the ground hungrily.

You say, "If any have Transfererence, ye may fog to Aydan."

Zenaxa says, "Aye i do."

You say, "Then ye can go that way."

You nod.

You say, "Just fog to Aydan."

Zenaxa says, "I kin wait though... to make sure he's ok fer th gate."

Turinrond quietly asks, "Who is that going to leave behind?"

Turinrond raises an eyebrow.

Venrath says, "It will leave me behind."

Zermon recites a series of mystical phrases while raising his hands...
Zermon gestures.
Zermon looks considerably more imposing.

Zermon checks his equipment, adjusting and rearranging his gear.

Arellis says, "An me."

Speaking to Zermon, Zenaxa asks, "Need any more mana?"

Turinrond quietly says, "And the Paladin, I presume."

Arellis asks, "Has it started already?"

The bruises around your right eye fade.

Zermon says, "Just give me another moment.  Don't want to be in too bad shape."

Arellis suddenly stumbles for no apparent reason.

You gently take hold of Zermon's hand.

Arellis falls over.

You concentrate while murmuring the simple, mystical chant for Troll's Blood...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture.
Dark red droplets coalesce upon your skin before sinking into your flesh.  Your heart, already beating strongly with Troll's Blood, accelerates with new vigor as your body accepts the new infusion.

 (Arellis holds her head)

Speaking quietly to Arellis, Turinrond says, "Not yet. But, be prepared to move."

Arellis says, "Ok."

Arellis stands up.

Zermon says, "I will give it another shot."

Zermon says, "And hopefully I won't die again."

Zermon chuckles.

Zenaxa steeples her fingers together as she glances at Zermon.

Zenaxa chants a short but reverent litany to her chosen deity.

A shadowy dire coyote bares her teeth hungrily at you!

Zermon acquires a look of intense concentration.
Zermon traces a series of glowing runes while chanting an arcane phrase...
Zermon gestures.
A black mist slowly fills the area.  A slight crackling sound can be heard from within, and the scent of ozone tickles your nose.  Suddenly, an arc of lightning lashes out from the fog and strikes Zermon!
   ... 48 points of damage!
   Massive electrical shock to abdomen turns muscle tissue into a crispy bubbled mess.  Not pretty.
   He is stunned!

The black mist quickly dissipates.

Axhinde winces.

Turinrond breathes very slowly and looks much calmer.

You begin to feel a little better.

Zermon traces a series of glowing runes while chanting an arcane phrase...
Zermon gestures.
A swirling grey-blue mist slowly fills the area.  It begins to spin faster and faster, congealing into a large upright disk.  The mist slows its spinning and within the swirling vapors you can make out an opening.

Turinrond steps into the swirling mist.

A shadowy dire coyote scrambles out of sight.

Zermon exclaims, "Go!"

 

Axhinde steps into the swirling mist.

Venrath steps into the swirling mist.

Zenaxa steps into the swirling mist.

Out from a swirling mist, you hear Ceyrin yell, "Forward, hurry!"

Arellis steps into the swirling mist.

The swirling mist begins to speed up as it spirals back into the opening and fades away.

Zermon pants.

You begin to feel a little better.

You trace a sign while petitioning the spirits to bestow their aid with the Transference spell...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture into the air.
A silvery fog envelops you.  You feel a sudden lurching motion, and as the fog dissipates you see...

[Shadowed Hall]
The hall is awash in darkness, although occasional beams of light flicker across the tiles of the floor in a tantalizing flash.  On the walls, dense carvings are reflected in the passing beams of light.  A glance upward reveals the source of the illumination.  Ingots of molten fire are enclosed in rolaren cages that swing across the chamber's ceiling suspended on dark chains.  The walls close in, draped in their thick shadows.  You also see the Zenaxa disk, a shadowy dire coyote, the Turinrond disk and a blue wolf that is sitting.
Also here: Arellis, Zenaxa, Venrath, Axhinde, High Lord Turinrond, Lady Michiko who is sitting, Aydan, Lord Xanagorath, Dhask, Lord Lethri, Laeyandra who is sitting, Ceyrin
Obvious exits: west, out

You begin to feel a little better.

Laeyandra stands up.

Turinrond joins your group.

Ceyrin says, "This sorcerer here thought to magicaly peek with one eye."

You say, "Well, that was... odd."

Turinrond quietly says, "Join Iscikella, if ye would."

The barrier of thorns surrounding Turinrond seems to thin slightly.

Xanagorath joins your group.

Lethri joins your group.

Zenaxa joins your group.

Venrath puts on a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls.

Ceyrin joins your group.

You say, "Please join me."

Michiko joins your group.

Venrath joins your group.

Axhinde joins your group.

Arellis joins your group.

(Ceyrin tugs the blindfold down over his eyes.)

You begin to feel better as the cuts on your abdomen close and the bruises fade.

(Laeyandra puts out her hand to find Iscikella's.)

You say, "And again I apologize."

Venrath trembles as if a cold chill just ran up her spine.

Laeyandra joins your group.

Aydan joins your group.

A shadowy dire coyote growls menacingly!

Dhask joins your group.

You say, "Zermon really tried his best."

A shadowy dire coyote bares her teeth hungrily at Arellis!

Michiko stands up.

Turinrond quietly says, "We can simply move one West, Iscikella. I can start there."

A shadowy dire coyote drools with ravenous hunger!

You ask, "Everyone joined?"

You nod to Turinrond.

Zenaxa asks, "He made it through alove i hope?"

[Shadowed Hallway]
The hallway is a study in darkness and shadow.  The two play against each other, daring each to surpass the other in defending the large tiles that make up the floor of the passage.  On the surrounding walls, scenes are rendered in bas-relief.
Obvious exits: east, down
Arellis, Zenaxa, Venrath, Axhinde, Turinrond, Michiko, Aydan, Xanagorath, Dhask, Lethri, Laeyandra and Ceyrin followed.

Laeyandra asks, "I think. 'Tis that yer hand?"

A shadowy dire coyote saunters in.

Turinrond quietly asks, "Let me lead?"

Turinrond raises an eyebrow in your direction.

Xanagorath gathers the folds of his black cloak tightly around him.

Turinrond quietly says, "There is some walking."

You say, "Surely."

You say, "I'll go back and get them."

You say, "Lead these."

You nod to Turinrond.

Turinrond nods.

 [Shadowed Hall]
The hall is awash in darkness, although occasional beams of light flicker across the tiles of the floor in a tantalizing flash.  On the walls, dense carvings are reflected in the passing beams of light.  A glance upward reveals the source of the illumination.  Ingots of molten fire are enclosed in rolaren cages that swing across the chamber's ceiling suspended on dark chains.  The walls close in, draped in their thick shadows.  You also see a blue wolf that is sitting.
Obvious exits: west, out

[Shadowed Hallway]
The hallway is a study in darkness and shadow.  The two play against each other, daring each to surpass the other in defending the large tiles that make up the floor of the passage.  On the surrounding walls, scenes are rendered in bas-relief.  You also see a shadowy dire coyote, the Turinrond disk and the Zenaxa disk.
Also here: Arellis, Zenaxa, Venrath, Axhinde, High Lord Turinrond, Lady Michiko, Aydan, Lord Xanagorath, Dhask, Lord Lethri, Laeyandra, Ceyrin
Obvious exits: east, down

Turinrond quietly says, "Join me, please."

You say, "All here."

 (Laeyandra puts out her hand again.)

A shadowy dire coyote growls menacingly!

You quietly whisper to Turinrond, "I am sorry, but at least they had an experience."

Laeyandra furrows her brow.

Turinrond nods to you.

Turinrond slowly empties his lungs.

Turinrond plants the tip of his staff on the ground firmly, leaning against it.

Turinrond quietly says, "Remove your blindfolds, please."

Laeyandra says, "Well it feels different than a lady's hand, hope it be the right one."

Venrath takes off a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls.

Zenaxa takes off a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls.

You quietly whisper to Turinrond, "Maybe was Onar's influence."

Laeyandra says, "Oh."

Axhinde takes off a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls.

Lethri takes off a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls.

Aydan takes off a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls.

Laeyandra grins.

Michiko takes off a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls.

Laeyandra takes off a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls.

Lethri put a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls in his spidersilk cloak.

Laeyandra observes her surroundings with a keen eye.

(Venrath looks relieved.)

Dhask takes off a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls.

Dhask put a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls in his leather cloak.

Dhask glances around the room.

Turinrond whispers, "He did not ask."

Venrath gazes thoughtfully at her black silk blindfold.

(Ceyrin slides the blindfold up over his brow and allows it to rest there.)

Dhask glances at a bas-relief scene.

(Xanagorath pushes the blindfold up over his brow again.)

Venrath put a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls in her hooded cape.

Zenaxa gazes with interest at her surroundings.

Michiko walks towards Axhinde.

Turinrond recites:
    "Upon the walls you will note some artwork."

Axhinde pulls Michiko closer to himself.

Xanagorath glances around the room.

Laeyandra cocks her head and examines the bas-relief scene.

Zenaxa gazes with interest at a bas-relief scene.

Michiko gazes thoughtfully at the bas-relief scene.

Turinrond recites:
    "There are several SCENES
     Please take a moment to study their detail."

Arellis takes off a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls.

Turinrond quietly says, "I would like you to be familiar with what some varied conceptions of Onar.. are."

Turinrond quietly says, "While you do that..."

Turinrond quietly says, "I would like to thank Icemule and the PanArkati Festival organizers, on behalf of the Dae'Randir, for allowing me to speak this evening."

You smile.

Turinrond looks lost in thought.

(Laeyandra examines the different scenes intently as she listens.)

Turinrond quietly says, "In case you haven't noticed this already.. I would be remiss if I didn't indicate that any open mention of Onar, and visit to his shrine, contains inherent risk."

A shadowy dire coyote drools with ravenous hunger!

You say, "I think we saw that."

You smirk.

Aydan whispers, "True."

Michiko nods to Axhinde.

Turinrond quietly says, "I would ask that you simply maintain your proper respects."

Laeyandra nods to Turinrond.

Ceyrin agrees with Turinrond.

Turinrond quietly says, "For those who are unsure, there are six scenes upon the wall."

Ceyrin nods.

Ceyrin says, "I particularly enjoy the second."

Lethri darkly says, "The first was my favorite."

Turinrond quietly says, "Where the stone is carved into a bas-relief. Some are more detailed than the others, but they are all representative of Onar, in one form or the other."

Turinrond quietly says, "When you are ready, we will continue further down."

Turinrond glances around the room.

Dhask nods to Turinrond.

Zenaxa nods to Turinrond.

Ceyrin says, "I have examined them all."

A shadowy dire coyote snorts the ground hungrily.

Laeyandra nods to Turinrond.

Michiko nods.

Xanagorath gazes thoughtfully at the bas-relief scene.

Turinrond quietly says, "Unless there's objection, then, I will escort ye down."

Laeyandra says, "They be very well done."

Turinrond whistles at a shadowy dire coyote!

Zenaxa asks, "Blindfolds again?"

High Lord Turinrond strides away moving down, his group following close behind.

[Shadowy Hall]
The hallway narrows as it descends into thicker shadow at its western end.  Stone projections extend from the sidewalls, at first appearing to offer a modicum of support for the slope.  However, closer examination reveals that each is a carved stone knife.  While their edges are not as sharp as steel, their intent is obviously double-edged.
Also here: Arellis, Zenaxa, Venrath, Axhinde, Lady Michiko, Aydan, Lord Xanagorath, Dhask, Lord Lethri, Laeyandra, Ceyrin, High Lord Turinrond
Obvious exits: up, down

Turinrond quietly says, "Not necessary."

A shadowy dire coyote saunters in.

Zenaxa nods.

You say, "It's the way in that is secret."

Laeyandra gives the coyote a brief pet.

You nod.

Arellis waves a black silk blindfold overstitched with white-threaded skulls around.

Arellis stares off into space.

Turinrond quietly says, "We're moving to the altar. Please watch your hands against the wall here."

Zenaxa nods to you.

Turinrond points at a stone projection.

Turinrond quietly says, "As we move down."

Laeyandra nods.

Zenaxa folds her hands.

Venrath gazes thoughtfully at the stone projection.

Xanagorath suddenly stumbles for no apparent reason.

High Lord Turinrond strides away moving down, his group following close behind.

[Hall of the Assassin]
Any light transgressing into the chamber seems obliterated by the oppressive shadows cloaking the corners of the room.  A duo of torches mounted on the walls flanking the passageway bravely throw out their light, but it seems faint faced with the penetrating darkness of the room's upper reaches.  An altar stands in the center of the murk, illuminated by a single beam of light from above.
Also here: Arellis, Zenaxa, Venrath, Axhinde, Lady Michiko, Aydan, Lord Xanagorath, Dhask, Lord Lethri, Laeyandra, Ceyrin, High Lord Turinrond
Obvious exits: up

A shadowy dire coyote saunters in.

Xanagorath mutters under his breath.

Lethri grins.

Turinrond quietly says, "And here we are."

Dhask lightly brushes his fingers over his broken skull symbol in a reverent gesture.

Turinrond quietly says, "Please, have a seat."

Lethri sits down.

Xanagorath kneels down.

Axhinde sits down.

Dhask sits down.

Laeyandra sits down.

Arellis sits down.

Michiko sits down near Axhinde.

Zenaxa sits down.

Laeyandra gazes with interest at a black marble altar.

Michiko gazes thoughtfully at the marble altar.

Ceyrin sits down.

You sit down.

Ceyrin moves to a kneeling position.

Aydan sits down.

Turinrond quietly says, "I will allow your mind to grasp the sanctity of the room a moment."

Turinrond turns around.

(Ceyrin leans forward and kisses the Altar, muttering something you cannot discern under his breath.)

Ceyrin moves to a sitting position.

Ceyrin turns to face Turinrond.

Laeyandra gazes thoughtfully at the marble altar.

(Turinrond faces those gathered, resting his hands upon his ebon staff, and allowing time for people to settle comfortably.)

A shadowy dire coyote pants heavily!

Laeyandra tilts her head down.

Xanagorath shifts his weight.

(Turinrond mumbles some words quietly under his breath.)

Arellis sniffs.

Zenaxa clutches her cleric's robe tightly.

Arellis casually observes her surroundings.

Laeyandra looks lost in thought.

Zenaxa pushes the hood of her cleric's robe back and lets it fall across her shoulders.

Turinrond nods.

Axhinde becomes solid again.

Turinrond plants the tip of his staff on the ground firmly, leaning against it.

Turinrond quietly says, "Let's begin."

Turinrond recites:
    "We'll start with what the Historical texts say. It is generally known that Onar is the Assassin of the Arkati. He is the One that is used when Mortals cross the wrath or trust of the Arkati."

Laeyandra tilts her head up.

Turinrond recites:
    "It is somewhat less known, but also historically referenced, that Onar works mostly for Eorgina, as you may notice in the artwork within this shrine. In certain cults and organizations dedicated to other Arkati, it is very common for Onar followers and devotees to be found, in service to the organization, but still a devotee of the Silent Lord."

Turinrond quietly says, "There are several of these - dual devotees - within the Dae'Randir, in fact."

Turinrond recites:
    "An important note also is the 'mark' of Onar and how it applies to common law. Possession by Onar is considered an excusable reason for murder by the courts, as the Lord Onar almost ALWAYS works independently and often through the hands of Mortals. "

Turinrond scratches at a tattoo of a broken white coyote skull pierced with a black dagger.

Turinrond recites:
    "It is believed that He, too, was once mortal and transcended into Immortality through his deeds and, ah, particular skills. Much the way that such is known and believed of Arachne, Amasalen, the Huntress, or even Voln. This is a belief that I personally share, and have gleaned no reason to believe otherwise"

Laeyandra looks thoughtfully at Turinrond.

Turinrond recites:
    "Naturally, none that have seen his face would have lived through such, and therefore His story is equally hidden from common knowledge. However, each day shows greater cooperation between all races, and greater advances into paths and trading, so I believe that some day this knowledge will come to pass, to be shared with those of us who would glean much from it."

Turinrond shifts his weight.

Turinrond plants the tip of his staff on the ground firmly, leaning against it.

Turinrond quietly says, "There are two philosophies, generally speaking, where worship is concerned. These philosophies are applicable to Onarian tenet as well."

Turinrond recites:
    "The Western philosophy of "worship" is most likely what is seen in the areas to the West of the Dragon's Spine. In this, you will have followers who bend a knee before the Assassin, soliciting guidance, affirmation and favor"

Xanagorath wrinkles his nose.

Turinrond recites:
    "The Eastern, or Elven, philosophy is one of Patronage. Onar is viewed as Teacher, and the disciple views his or her self as a student. Rather than simply bending a knee in worship, the disciple asserts his actions and beliefs in such a way as to emulate Onar's supposed will, by meditation, and completion of task"

Turinrond quietly says, "Ultimately, it is believed that Ascension into the ranks of the Lesser Spirits is attainable."

You quietly whisper to Venrath, "Next time Zermon gates, I tell him to come naked.  Let folks gawk, but it will work better."

Turinrond takes a few steps to his left.

Turinrond quietly says, "In my experience, neither one of these methods are incorrect. I have asked for guidance and have received it. I have asked for guidance and have been struck down. ."

You wink at Venrath.

Turinrond quietly says, "I have offered my blood and oath and have received affirmation. I have offered my blood and oath and have received silence."

Turinrond appears less powerful.

Venrath glances at you.

Turinrond quietly says, "In my studies and experiences - and even conversations with ascended spirits - I have come to learn some basic tenets, which I will share with you."

Turinrond quietly says, "Regardless of your race of profession, these tenets form the backbone of Onarian philosophy."

Turinrond shifts his weight.

Venrath turns to face Turinrond.

Turinrond quietly says, "As the Patron of Homicide, it is an oft misunderstood belief that Onar condones all murders. This is simply not the case. The reason that he is the Patron of Homicide is because this is what Onar does."

Ceyrin leans forward and rests his chin in his hand, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Turinrond quietly says, "The other Arkati all represent a position. They may cross the boundaries of Death and Life, the before, during and after, but the actual Death is only a means to their end. ."

Arellis sighs.

Turinrond quietly says, "This is why Onar is Homicide's Patron. His only concern is the task of Death. This is his realm of influence."

Turinrond quietly says, "Whereas Gosaena and Lorminstra concern themselves with the Spirit after Death, and Luukos reanimates the Soul."

Turinrond quietly says, "V'tull may cause death, but his interest is in the bloodshed. Mularos does not shy from death, but inclines towards the suffering that leads to it, prolongs it."

A shadowy dire coyote glances about briefly and then rapidly disappears from view.

Turinrond quietly says, "Many of the Arkati use Death as a message to the Mortals, but Death in and of itself holds no special significance to them."

Turinrond quietly says, "The act causing Death itself, is Onar's realm. The act of the final stroke the divides life and death. The reasons for the death do not matter. The destination of the soul does not matter. Only the task itself."

Zenaxa pants.

Laeyandra ponders.

Turinrond glances around the room.

Turinrond takes a few steps to his right.

Turinrond quietly says, "This is why Onar is the Lord of Assassins. Most of us here this evening have caused Death - whether to friend, foe or mindless beast. Whether for food, greed or self-defense."

Xanagorath looks thoughtfully at Turinrond.

Turinrond quietly says, "The simple act of murder, in and of itself, does not honor Onar, nor does he particularly care."

(Turinrond scans the area slowly and deliberately, his jaw set stubbornly. His stormy grey eyes study each of you, in turn.)

Turinrond casually observes his surroundings.

Turinrond takes a deep breath.

Turinrond quietly says, "Assassination is defined as a murder with PURPOSE. It is this Purpose alone that separates it from murder or otherwise."

Turinrond quietly says, "This can be either a physical death, a slit across the neck, or a poisoned drink."

Turinrond quietly says, "This can also be defined as any single task which has a significant and purposeful outcome. Sometimes that may be as simple as finding the crucial ingredient to an important spell."

Turinrond grins coldly, his eyes reflecting no emotion.

Turinrond quietly says, "This can be also a more subtle act, such as the Assassination of a held belief, the slander of a popularly held person. Any singular act which can change someone's fate, or preferably, a society's fate. This is the Onarian's realm. And mostly, these things are controlled by He who holds the ivory dagger. ."

Your heart staggers briefly before slowing to a more regular speed.  Dark red droplets seep out of your skin and evaporate as the influence of Troll's Blood leaves you.

Dark red droplets seep out of Zenaxa's skin and evaporate.

Turinrond put a coyote-etched ebon beech staff in his ebony silk robe.

Turinrond quickly slips his obsidian dagger out of his matte black boots.

(Ceyrin nods slowly.)

Turinrond quietly says, "As such, the typical Onarian must be prepared to serve any and all Arkati. He must be prepared to wear the appropriate mask in this service."

Turinrond quietly says, "Not only must they study the ways of stealth and discretion, but also must be apprised of world events, various cultures, Arkati, and the things that are less easy to discern."

Turinrond quietly says, "Because Assassination is Onar's realm, and to do such an act in his name is to honor him - a follower must be particularly careful that all other options have been exhausted."

Turinrond quietly says, "A disciple must be sure that the task of offering Death will truly have consequence."

Turinrond quietly says, "Most importantly, that the target is given an honorable and merciful Death. Torture, suffering and anguish are not Onar's teachings. The strike must be quick and efficient." Turinrond suddenly slashes his hand through the air in a lightning-fast cutting motion, before continuing, "...that Death and Life touch together in that exact moment of tribute."

Turinrond tilts his obsidian dagger side to side, making the light play off it.

Turinrond quietly says, "Ultimately it is the goal of the Onar worshipper to be put to task, to be tried and tested."

Turinrond gazes confidently at his surroundings.

Laeyandra looks thoughtfully at Turinrond.

Turinrond slowly empties his lungs.

Turinrond quietly says, "Until then, most worshippers will find it in their best interest to blend in and to listen carefully. To basically be everywhere that a shadow can be found."

Turinrond quietly says, "Onar's path, and the ones who walk upon it, quickly come to learn that it is indeed a path of silence and solitude."

Turinrond looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.

Venrath ponders.

Turinrond gazes thoughtfully at the marble altar.

Turinrond quietly says, "Friendships and alliances are temporary, at best."

Turinrond glances around the room.

Turinrond quietly says, "Your greatest achievements are often credited to others."

Turinrond quietly says, "Your enemies, however, continue to grow, as the path of the grey will eventually transcend all boundaries."

Turinrond's eyes glaze over as he stares, unfocused, into the distance.

Turinrond grips his obsidian dagger a little tighter.

Turinrond quietly says, "The Onarian is impassionate towards all, bearing no bias but for the commitment to the task."

Turinrond quietly says, "The Onarian must forego all notions of sentiment, as any weakness is liable to be used against you."

Laeyandra furrows her brow.

(Ceyrin nods slowly once more.)

Turinrond quietly says, "You must have enough inner strength and confidence to withstand the nights of silence and unanswered prayers, and enough determination to trust your instincts, to keep your skills honed, and to be ready to answer the call when it comes."

Zenaxa ponders.

Speaking quietly to himself, Turinrond says, "Because the call will come."

Ceyrin says, "And to hear the call when it beckons."

Turinrond nods to Ceyrin.

Turinrond slowly empties his lungs.

Turinrond twists his head slightly, cracking his neck.  He looks relieved.

Turinrond steeples his fingers together loosely and takes a deep breath, appearing very calm.

Turinrond recites:
    "If you are to follow the path of Onar, then you must BELIEVE that you are accountable for ALL tasks. It is not enough to know how to kill. Any mercenary or soldier or sorceror can kill. Ye must strike where it will be quick and an honorable death. You do not slay 100, when you can break their spirit by slaying just one of them. "

(Turinrond's expressions are hard and focused, as he speaks clearly, his voice worn and cold from years of strain.)

Turinrond recites:
    "And subtlety, my friends, is the essence of success. While I am blessed to wear His mark, but I daresay I would suggest getting a tattoo that says "ASSASSIN" to put upon thy forehead. Intelligence defines the Assassin. And your actions and success will bring Honor to your  Patronage of him. "

Turinrond recites:
    "The best followers of Onar will never need to kill. They will be able to protect their allies with intelligence, to fool their enemies with misinformation, and to be strong in their devotion, so that should the shadows call ye to task, ye will be justly prepared. The lessons of Onar teach me, as I teach you, that to defeat an army, you do so by defeating their leader. "

Turinrond's eyes glaze over as he stares, unfocused, into the distance.

Laeyandra ponders.

Turinrond recites:
    "This is not a path for everyone. Some will always be common. Others will be soldiers. Many will teach, study, raise demons, heal wounds and the like. This path is the least likely to receive recognition or fame - for once ye are known, ye will never again be able to serve, but as a teacher of others. Those ye seek to impress with the terror of the word "Assassin" will equate ye with the hoodlums and scourges of the West, and not with the noble task of balance keeper. "

Turinrond takes a few steps to his left.

Turinrond glances around the room.

Turinrond quietly says, "And above all else, you must remain unattached. You must be prepared to perform your task and walk away, your only satisfaction being your success. A clear logical mind, devoid of all sentiment and longing. A single minded connection with task and purpose."

Turinrond quietly says, "If you want fame and fortune by killing people - become a soldier and find your divine inspiration elsewhere. If can calculate the most efficient methods to restore balance, complete tasks and .. can do so without the need for anything but the satisfaction of doing it, then Onar is who you are best suited to serve."

Turinrond places his hand on his obsidian dagger.

Turinrond quietly slips his obsidian dagger into his matte black boots.

Turinrond removes a coyote-etched ebon beech staff from in his ebony silk robe.

Turinrond plants the tip of his staff on the ground firmly, leaning against it.

Dhask glances around the room.

Turinrond quietly says, "I will take questions at this time."

Aydan whispers, "Funny to hear an Onarian speak about balance."

Axhinde raises his hand.

Xanagorath scratches his chin.

Turinrond points his ebon beech staff at Axhinde.

Axhinde nods.

Speaking quietly to Axhinde, Turinrond asks, "Yes?"

Axhinde says, "Scratch that, sorry."

Axhinde mumbles something that you don't quite catch.

Michiko gets a blank look on her face.

Ceyrin gives Axhinde a rather puzzled look.

Xanagorath smirks.

Xanagorath raises his hand.

Turinrond quietly says, "As ye will, then."

Turinrond points his ebon beech staff at Xanagorath.

Xanagorath clears his throat.

Turinrond quietly asks, "Yes?"

Speaking to Turinrond, Xanagorath says, "You mentioned that it serves the follower to deal with everything in the quickest way, without laying waste to hordes of beings, as it were."

Xanagorath ponders.

Turinrond nods to Xanagorath.

Turinrond quietly says, "If those hordes are being led by one power, then yes."

Xanagorath asks, "How does that pertain to the local enclaves of say, the evil giants that infest our mountains and threaten the town?"

Turinrond nods.

Turinrond quietly says, "Sometimes, on the field of battle, it is necessary to cut your way to the top."

Turinrond furrows his brow.

Xanagorath says, "Fair enough."

Zenaxa raises her hand.

Turinrond quietly says, "Once you have decided, however, that the elimination of a single entity will end the chaos, that is where your sights should be set."

Xanagorath nods to Turinrond.

Dhask glances about with concern on his face.

Turinrond tilts his head up.

Speaking to Turinrond, Xanagorath says, "As was what i has suspected, just needed to clear the air."

Speaking quietly to Xanagorath, Turinrond says, "Of course."

Turinrond nods to Zenaxa.

Speaking to Turinrond, Zenaxa says, "Which commonly is th most difficult part of service to master?  the disassociation? ."

Turinrond plants the tip of his staff on the ground firmly, leaning against it.

Turinrond looks thoughtfully at Zenaxa.

Speaking quietly to Zenaxa, Turinrond says, "I think it would vary from one person to the next."

Turinrond quietly says, "However, I think, yes, for most, that the dissociation is very difficult."

Zenaxa says, "It seems very lonely."

Speaking quietly to Zenaxa, Turinrond says, "For me, it is the masks that must be worn."

Zenaxa nods to Turinrond.

Ceyrin says, "As mortals we all have our weaknesses, it is the overcomming of them and understanding of not only what caused these weaknesses but how to control them for the future that is most important."

Laeyandra nods to Zenaxa.

Dhask raises his hand.

Speaking quietly to Zenaxa, Turinrond says, "Loneliness shouldn't be much a concern. The path is not particularly made for the emotionally.. wanting."

Zenaxa agrees with Turinrond.

Speaking quietly to Zenaxa, Turinrond says, "But, in reality, that is a purpose of the Dae'Randir.. that the shadows should have a brotherhood with whom to gather."

Zenaxa asks, "But even he had his weakness?"

Zenaxa asks, "With eorgina?"

Speaking quietly to Zenaxa, Turinrond asks, "Or maybe she had one for him?"

Zenaxa ponders.

Ceyrin grins slowly.

Turinrond winks at Zenaxa.

Zenaxa nods.

Laeyandra ponders.

Zenaxa says, "But he is present..."

You say, "I rather think Eorgina has a problem with everybody."

You examine your fingernails.

Speaking to you, Aydan says, "I was thinking it, you just happened to say it."

Aydan hums quietly to himself.

Zenaxa says, "He could be anywhere."

Turinrond nods to Zenaxa.

Zenaxa rubs her chin thoughtfully.

Zenaxa leans forward and rests her chin in her hand, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Turinrond quietly says, "Yes, he could be. And likely is."

Aydan rubs his ring talisman, causing darkness to stream across its surface briefly.

Aydan gets an odd look on his face.

Speaking to Turinrond, Zenaxa says, "Thank you."

Speaking quietly to Zenaxa, Turinrond says, "Of course."

Turinrond glances around the room.

Turinrond points his ebon beech staff at Dhask.

Dhask nods.

Dhask stands up.

Turinrond quietly says, "I saw your hand go up."

Dhask dusts himself off.

Dhask says, "Yes, I basically have a simple question, really..."

Dhask says, "You see I have adopted the Western beliefs through my former teacher."

Turinrond nods to Dhask.

Dhask says, "But spending over a year within a Vaalorian prison, I had learned something."

Dhask says, "I had learned more of the Elven beliefs."

Turinrond quietly says, "Ah."

Turinrond nods to Dhask.

Dhask asks, "Is it, in a sense, ok to relate to both beliefs?"

In the spidersilk greatcloak you see an incised ora anklet, an incised ora anklet, an incised ora anklet, an incised ora anklet, an incised ora anklet, an incised ora anklet, an incised ora anklet, a heart-cut amber neckchain, a black silk blindfold, a black silk blindfold, a black silk blindfold and a black silk blindfold.

Turinrond quietly says, "Yes."

Dhask nods.

Turinrond quietly says, "I have found some situations where a mix of both philosophies to be .. almost imperative."

Xanagorath ponders.

Xanagorath agrees with Turinrond.

Dhask nods to Turinrond.

Turinrond taps himself on the chest.

Speaking to Turinrond, Dhask says, "That is all."

Dhask bows to Turinrond.

Turinrond quietly says, "For me, for instance.."

Dhask sits down.

Turinrond quietly says, "A typical Elf may not offer a blood oath for a simple patronage."

Turinrond quietly says, "This is more of a Western ideology."

Turinrond quietly says, "However, it suits me."

Laeyandra furrows her brow.

Dhask nods to Turinrond.

 

Turinrond quietly says, "And was received, at that, so I know that it's not incorrect."

Xanagorath raises his hand.

Turinrond nods to Xanagorath.

Ceyrin says, "I myself found only learning through others of the western philosphies, and the eastern ones came to me by default when I realized the true and logical nature of my Lord."

Ceyrin nods to Dhask.

Dhask nods to Ceyrin.

Dhask says, "Aye."

Xanagorath says, "My beliefs on the higher beings is someone unconventional, as it goes."

Turinrond raises an eyebrow.

Xanagorath says, "The two .. Arkati .. that I have found myself reading about, have similarities."

Xanagorath ponders.

Aydan rubs his ring talisman, causing darkness to stream across its surface briefly.

Xanagorath asks, "Does Onar refuse to help those that don't rever him as .. say.. a patron, or offer a blood oath?"

Speaking quietly to Xanagorath, Turinrond says, "I know of some that he has taken into service without their consent."

Turinrond quietly says, "Which doesn't answer your question."

Venrath raises an eyebrow in Turinrond's direction.

Xanagorath chuckles to himself.

Turinrond quietly says, "Let me pose you this."

Turinrond quietly says, "Not so long ago, the Queen of the Human Empire was assassinated in Solhaven."

Dhask grins.

Dhask nods to Turinrond.

Laeyandra cocks her head at Turinrond.

Michiko nods.

Turinrond quietly says, "It was determined an act of a Witch Hunter."

Xanagorath nods.

Aydan tilts his head down.

Turinrond quietly says, "But, that single act benefitted the entire Human Empire, as the Queen was not highly regarded."

Xanagorath says, "Truly."

Dhask grumbles.

Turinrond quietly says, "And I can assure you that the whole of the Human Empire does not bend a knee to Onar."

Aydan shifts his weight.

Turinrond quietly says, "Yet, it was his act that aided them."

Michiko cocks her head at Axhinde.

Xanagorath nods.

Laeyandra ponders.

Speaking to Turinrond, Dhask says, "That is if you do not believe the rumors."

Dhask winks at Turinrond.

Speaking to Turinrond, Ceyrin asks, "I believe you were refering to me in the matter of claimed servitude, were you not?"

Speaking quietly to Ceyrin, Turinrond says, "Aye, and our friend, the Ardent Aster."

Axhinde rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Ceyrin says, "I see."

Xanagorath clears his throat.

Venrath looks thoughtfully at Ceyrin.

Ceyrin says, "One more thing I believe I share in common with the Ardent Aster."

Turinrond quietly asks, "Have I answered all the questions?"

Turinrond nods to Ceyrin.

Xanagorath shakes his head.

Venrath raises her hand.

Turinrond points his ebon beech staff at Venrath.

Turinrond looks less aware of the surroundings.

Michiko nods to Axhinde.

Turinrond looks thoughtfully at Venrath.

Speaking to Xanagorath, Venrath says, "May I? You seemed not finished."

Xanagorath nods to Venrath.

Speaking to Venrath, Xanagorath says, "It will wait."

Venrath nods to Xanagorath.

Speaking carefully to Turinrond, Venrath asks, "Have you reached that point where you can now only serve as teacher?"

Ceyrin laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Turinrond smiles slightly.

Laeyandra raises an eyebrow.

Zenaxa cocks her head at Turinrond.

Turinrond clears his throat.

Speaking quietly to