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Lumnis

Liabo Goddess of Wisdom and Knowledge    The Book of Knowledge and the Candle of Light

Goddess of learning and wisdom, patron to scholars and masters of thought, "The Wise". Tall and slender, Lumnis' ivory skin compliment her black hair, pale grey eyes, and full red lips. She is serene, scholarly, seemingly aloof in her quiet ways. She wears flowing garments of white or light grey and is the beautiful wife of Koar, as well as the mother of Lorminstra and the twins Ronan and Phoen.

She is not considered the "Queen" of the Gods, however. She gives counsel willingly, even to the Dark Gods, but never commands.

Lumnis' power lies in her understanding of the Spheres of Knowledge and her intuitive grasp of intricacies. Able to accomplish feats that leave even Koar amazed, she wields her knowledge with the style of an artist.

She is worshipped by scholars and practitioners of the arcane arts who explore the boundaries of their knowledge with a wonder and respect of the powers they discover. Her wisdom is also sought by fortune-tellers and all in need of guidance.

She regards Fash'lo'nae's approach to knowledge as ultimately self-destructive and unconscionable. Her disapproval of knowledge for personal gain or power is such that she has been attributed with the sudden disappearance of several notably power-hungry magic users over the centuries.

Lumnis' symbol is a golden scroll overlaying five conjoined circles, the circles being red, blue, green, black, and white -- symbolizing her mastery of the Spheres of Knowledge. Those spheres break down as follows:
the Planar -- represented by the red circle,
the Spiritual -- represented by the blue circle,
the Elemental -- represented by the green circle,
Chaos -- represented by the black circle,
and
Order -- represented by the white circle.


The Haunting
or The Relic of Amasalen's Heart

A Personal Tale of Faith Found
by Lady Iscikella Zinnonn

Those who know me are well aware of my devotion to the Liabo Goddess Lumnis. Many have asked me the cause of this devotion. The story of how I found Lumnis is an odd one and very personal to me. As it deals directly with the aforementioned relic, I share it here in good faith.

Long ago, years back now, I was a shy sylph fresh from sylvan community hunting in the caverns below the well in IceMule when I came upon a ledge shrouded heavily in mist -- and little did I realize how important that mist was. Thinking the ledge but access to another hunting ground, I climbed it. And I fell from that mist-shrouded ledge into a strange room, a room I now refer to simply as the unholy place.

This room was filled with strange and horrible things: decaying corpses half-stripped of flesh, skeletons, runes, and an altarstone.

Upon the altarstone sat a irregularly-shaped, fist-sized purple stone, what has since become known as the relic. Silly and inexperienced as I was, I thought it some form of treasure.

I picked it up and it began to pulse in my hand like a living thing. And then the room literally thundered with a voice saying...
Iscikella, I am come to claim your soul.
...as a pulse of energy went through the relic, burning my hand and causing me to drop that purple horror.

Panicking, I managed to get out of the room, but was lost good in the caverns. And the voice stayed with me. By contacting someone on the net, I was able to get directions out the caverns. Yet, even when I climbed out from the well, the voice remained. I was terrified, and cowered in the forest for the remainder of that day hoping to clear the voice from inside my head. But it came back the next day and the day after that.

Finally it quieted and I thought all was well. Not so.

Strange things began to happen to me. I would be knocked down by invisible forces, sometimes actually stunned, and I often heard messages about "learning my place" and the like. I was in utter turmoil, scared and confused. I told a few my story, but could never lead anyone back to that room, and that only added to my confusion. Where had what had happened to me occurred? Where?

With concern for what was happening, a friend took me to the landing to escape the tormentor and his mischief. (Aye, the voice I heard was always male.) This proved pointless, as the haunting continued unabated. In fact, it was in the landing that mysterious wounds began to appear on my body, wounds I had not -- as an empath -- transferred to myself or received in battle.

Several around me at that time saw this happen before their eyes and were amazed. Yet I was adamant I would not go into the caverns and confront the thing head-on, though I was advised by several more experienced than myself to do just that.

One of these wiser folk took to searching the caverns himself and was frustrated with his inability to find the room of which I had spoken. On a whim, he took another young empath into the caverns with him. Strangely, this youngster died at his feet there from no apparent cause as a voice filled the caverns saying, "I will not have substitutes!" When he told me of this, my resolve to keep others clear of my haunting petrified into solid stone.

I stayed in the landing about two months before finally returning home to IceMule, which I had sorely missed. Though several times after my return I managed to get up enough courage to search the caverns alone and in secret for the infamous room, I never could find it, and never told anyone I was looking. In fact, I made it sound completely as if I wasn't.

One day I ventured into the temple and was confronted by an old empath. She was human and appeared in her 350s or 360s with regard to years as I recall. She smiled and chatted in a friendly manner with me a bit, and then told me I would receive a message at Lumnis' altar. She taught me a special prayer, told me to repeat it before the Wise Lady's altar, and then vanished!

Thinking little else bad could happen, I followed her "advice" and went up to Lumnis' chapel, this chapel, the Hall of the Mind. I knelt and spoke the Wise One's prayer for the first time. For many days I heard nothing, and then at last one day I heard a calm sighing rise in the eaves, a very soothing sound, but naught else.

At last, while praying alone in the Hall of the Mind, I did indeed receive a message from the Wise Lady...
Seek the mist
And be astounded no more.

The message was cryptic. I wasn't sure what it meant actually, but decided to look for that mist in the caverns in that bog where I knew the room had to be. I found the ledge, a shadowy grey mist rolled in, and I was able to climb that ledge and then drop down into the unholy place once more.

A portal! The ledge was a portal and only open when the mist was present! Lumnis had presented me with the secret and all my gratitude went out to Her in that instant, and all my devotion forever.

I had been told by those wiser than me that my haunting appeared to be from Luukos. There were signs of that. Yet the voice I heard had not spoken in a sibilant manner, and I now have come to believe with much reason -- since I have heard it more recently without much doubt of its possessor -- the booming voice was that of Amasalen, Luukos' chief minion. I went into the caverns, therefore, expecting undead. Undead is indeed what I found there. Arch wights everywhere!

Ye must understand something about me: I am a healer, not a hunter. I can't even fight my level, let alone above. Fortunately I can heal myself. And by this time had advanced enough in the study of medicinal magic to cure whatever was thrown at me. But, as mana became scarce, I knew I would die and was prepared for that inevitability. The mocking laughter, which was echoing in that room, I fully expected to provide my death knell.

Suddenly I heard the familiar sighing, and another mist -- shimmering like silver as I recall -- filled the room. A hand gently caressed my cheek as I felt the undeniable urge to pick up the relic, which yet lay where I had dropped it. Upon the instant of doing so, my abilities with the sword tripled!

I realized it at first when my defense suddenly seemed incredible. So I tried again to abandon the safety net of my defensive stance, dodging behind my shield, and attack the wights. With utter shock and hysterical happiness, I found I could kill these undead! Me! And I did kill them, all of them. But that was not the end of the story.

When the last undead had fallen, a screaming -- banshee-like and wild -- filled the room. I was knocked to the ground, stunned. I got up and it happened again. And the screaming just went on and on. A voice, the male voice of my tormentor, said unto me...
Having surrendered halfway to the dark, your soul, Iscikella, is forfeit. Submit fully to me now.

I became again convinced I would surely die. But then another voice whispered in my ear, ...a wise and serene woman's voice, ...calming and reassuring, ...Lumnis' voice...
To restore the balance
Restore the order
...counseled the Wise Lady knowingly.

Surmising I needed to return the relic I had foolishly moved from the altarstone back to its proper place, I made attempt after attempt to return it there. It proved an astonishingly arduous task, worse than killing the wights, as I kept being knocked down and stunned by that unknown and screaming power.

At last, somehow, I did the deed. I was bleeding from many places and very weak, but I managed. Immediately there an implosion, a vacuum suddenly forming within the place, and I was thrown from the room and found myself flat on my back in the bog. Yet somehow I had survived.

And neither that room... nor the relic... have ever been seen again since that day.

Since that time I have come to learn a bit of that relic from a messenger who came to me and spoke of a vision... A vision of the relic given in favor to the members of the Council of Ten in IceMule. That relic is believed to be the petrified heart of Amasalen himself, indeed a potent charm for those of the dark. And some say it must consume souls to retain its full potency.

The messenger's words were cryptic and to this day I do not know for certain whether she spoke entirely of the past or some possible version of the future. For myself, I pray the relic is not again uncovered and that its power is not placed, whether initially or again, within the hands of any of the Council.



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