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Kindred Chosen by Fate


Within The Tapestry of Fate [Exits: north]

Stepping through the spider-web, you find yourself standing beneath countless stars... no, not stars, but strands of light, their incandescent glow pushing back the darkness that would otherwise overcome you.

You stand on a circular cathedra of dusky marble striated with silvery gray. Four titanic, equidistantly spaced archways of albescent jade yearn upward towards the lights above you. Sable fires seethe within three of them, a spider-web filling the fourth. In the center of the rostrum stands an intricately carved wooden loom. It is cool here, like the first misty chill of twilight, and you shiver slightly, hair prickling on the back of your neck as you realize: Perhaps this is no place for a mortal to be.
The Loom of the Weaver is here, coruscating with an unearthly radiance.
Deamhan is here.
Deamhan utters the words, 'control weather'
Deamhan sleeps.
A whisper of wind caresses you.
Deamhan wakes and stands up and looks around.
You feel warmth flow into the cold chamber.
Deamhan rests. and smiles happily.
Cordir appears beside him.. 'Hello, beloved... I had never thought to see you here....'
He kisses her lingeringly, and murmurs, 'I had not thought it either...'
She looks down, away from his gaze.
Deamhan touches her cheek. 'What, love? I am still who I was ... only bereft of god now'
Cordir nods, keeping her eyes low.
He lifts her chin gently until she looks at him. 'Tell me, lover.'
'Khore asked if any of his Kindred had sought to join me....'
Deamhan nods. Deamhan says, 'And?'
Cordir says quietly, 'I mentioned Cirth... and said that perhaps you were considering the possibility...'
Deamhan knows one who will.
Deamhan nods.
Cordir says quietly, 'he told me that I should not take you.'
'Did he say why?' he asks in surprise.
'Not directly.'
Deamhan raises an eyebrow.
Cordir says, 'He said that he had Sapphyre in the Kindred...'
He says, 'ah...and?'
Cordir says, 'And that the Kindred did not expect fairness from him.'
Deamhan raises an eyebrow. '_I_ expected fairness from him and never felt he favored Saphyre when another's cause was more just.' He shrugs. 'Not that she ever gave cause'
She says, 'I do not know what I would do if forced to choose.... Between acting on your behalf, or on Nyx's... or Talmud's...'
'You would do what was right for the following. You expect that of yourself. I expect it of you. You are Weaver, my beloved. Not only the mortal woman I love anymore. I knew this when I married you. I knew it might happen that what was easiest for me might not always be what you had to do.'
Cordir nods slowly.
'That you might even be forced to do things that would make it very difficult for me, at some point, for your duty,' he murmurs.
Cordir says, 'Having to choose...'
'If that choice comes, it will not be easy, even knowing I will understand.'
She nods.
He murmurs, 'Neither of us expects it to be easy. But we both know you have more considerations than mortal ones, even than loving bonds. I knew this when I took my vows with you, and I took them gladly anyway.'
She nods slowly and says, 'I just ... I was worried that... were you in the Chosen, that it would change things... That it would make any choice that I made more painful. For you, that is.... for both of us...'
Deamhan puts his arms around his lady, and kisses her.
Cordir blushes slightly, smiles, and says softly, 'Thank you, love.'
Deamhan smiles at her, kisses her lightly, and whispers, 'What have I got to complain about? Every pairing has some trouble, but not every man gets to bond to a goddess' He grins wickedly.
Cordir blushes slightly.
Deamhan tickles his lady, murmuring, 'Even fewer, a ticklish goddess with a beautiful smile'
With a smile, she murmurs, 'well, I suppose there are -some_ advantages...' She runs one fingertip over his lips, lightly touching a fang.
He grins wickedly at her and purrs contentedly. He kisses her fingertip and murmurs, 'Much better.'
She nods, then stops and thinks for a moment. 'Name the racial cities of your home continent.'
He says, 'My own, Half-Elf Camp'
He says, 'Midgaard, the human city'
He says, 'Dwarvenhold, near the ruined Citadel and the horrors under it'
He says, 'Loth-Llorien in the trees'
He says, 'Aara City on the cliffs'
He says, 'Mithas in the ocean'
He says, 'Hovelton, whose denizens don't hold enough blood to make a worthy hunt, but hide well'
She chuckles.
He says, 'Skorlanis...a mighty meal, but hard to finish'
She chuckles.
He says, 'Thistlerock...also squirrelly and wriggly, and somewhat hard-headed'
He frowns and says, 'I think that's it, isn't it?'
Cordir says, 'There are others, but there are more than one for each race now. That is sufficient.'
Deamhan says, 'Harper's landing, Malenest...'
Deamhan nods in recognition to her.
Cordir says, 'Deamhan, do you swear that in your span of un-life, you have aided newbies to this realm for a sum of a year and a day?'
Deamhan can swear to that.
She nods. Cordir says, 'I know you... therefore I will not ask you to write of your life...'
Deamhan smiles at her.
Cordir says, 'All, then, that remains is the selection of geasa...'
Deamhan whispers softly, 'It would all be you anyway...'
She blushes slightly with a smile., then lifts a hand to the spider-web, and a huge black spider crawls upon her palm.
Deamhan says, 'I have a thought to one of them'
Guardian gazes at the Vampire, her mind voice as ascorbic as always. *Hrm. Can you get your mind off mating long enough to think of an oath or three?*
Deamhan frowns at Guardian. Deamhan can, as a matter of fact.
The spider waves its forelegs at you, an arachnid chuckle echoes forth.
'It has been the case for some time that I have Kissed no one but you, and have not consummated a Hunt,' he murmurs. 'It was not part of our vows that this should be so, but it is an oath I will take as part of your following, if you accept it.'
Cordir says, 'one of the Geasa I was going to give you was that you Drink from none save myself.' She blushes slightly.
Deamhan laughs and kisses her. 'Then we think the same'
She hides her face in the vampire's chest, blushing. He gathers her into his arms and holds her.
Deamhan says teasingly, 'Methinks it's the mortal woman thinking of _that_ one...'
She giggles.
Deamhan grins wickedly.
Cordir murmurs, 'Perhaps...'
Deamhan draws a fingertip over her Marks. 'I shall fulfill the oath properly later...if I do so now, Guardian will doubtless get caustic'
She chuckles and nods.
Deamhan says, 'A second...hmmm...' sits down and thinks deeply.
Cordir says, 'Talmud, one of my Chosen, has an interesting Geas...'
He says, 'Something to do with Lena, perhaps? I already act as Hunt-brother to her...' He raises an eyebrow.
Cordir says, 'He swears to perform a pilgrimage to his home and give continued fealty to the lady of Cillidellia'
Deamhan says, 'Ah, Queen Mariel?'
She nods.
Cordir says, 'Perhaps a similar duty, to your mother, with the goal of freeing her forever from the enchantments upon her.'
Deamhan nods. 'We do indeed think the same. Very well, I will swear to that'
She nods.
Deamhan sits down and thinks deeply.
Cordir says, 'Then but a third remains. You have one required action, one prohibited action...'
Cordir smiles darkly. 'Were you capable, I would ask that you unceasingly hunt Berrin... but that would not be mete for a follower of Life.'
Deamhan makes a rude face, and nods.
Cordir takes a deep breath, expelling such a thought.
Deamhan says, 'Tempting nonetheless, but you are right'
Cordir says, 'Still, I have told all of my folk that the Wardancer Ordained is to receive NO aid whatsoever for what he did to you.'
Cordir lightly caresses his arm. He opens them wide, gathers her into his embrace and holds her.
Cordir says, 'There are _some_ advantages to an Oath to a Goddess, I suppose...'
She chuckles.
Deamhan chuckles, evidently amused.
She nods.
Deamhan can think of a few that he cares about more. He grins wickedly.
Cordir blushes slightly and flicks him with the end of her braid across his chest. 'Brat.'
He smiles at her. 'You know you like it, my goddess'
Cordir blushes slightly, grins, and nods. 'Aye, rogue.'
Deamhan chuckles, evidently amused and kisses her.
She purrs softly.
Deamhan says, 'The third...' He kisses her again.
Cordir says, 'I think a prohibition... It would help to balance perception of favoritism.'
Deamhan nods in recognition to her. 'I would say 'kiss you at every opportunity,' but that would be no real change...'
She chuckles.
Deamhan tells Cordir, '*giggle* I will never xp in the Demon Realm!'
Cordir says, 'Oh... bring me a token from your favorite city. I'm keeping one from each follower when they give me a token.'
Deamhan nods.
She pokes him sharply in the ribs. 'No... that shan't do. That is common sense, not restraint.'
Deamhan pretends to be surprised and disappointed.
She laughs.
Deamhan snaps his fingers and says, 'Oh well'
She reaches up, holds his face in her hands, and kisses him deeply.
He gasps in astonishment, makes a sound of pleasure, and kisses her passionately in return. 'No - doing _that_ was just common sense'
She giggles. 'Perhaps...'
'You see a beautiful goddess, you give her a passionate kiss.' he shrugs. 'What could be more obvious?' He kisses her again.
Cordir smiles at him.
Deamhan nibbles on her ear.
Cordir whispers softly, 'Thank you, love.'
Cordir says, 'mm.... you're distracting me....'
Cordir says, 'choose a third, beloved...' She takes a step back, getting just out of mouth range.
Deamhan chuckles, evidently amused.
whois deamhan
1 player.
Hel [ Cl:21 ] Deamhan is quite dead, thank you. [Kindred][Cordir]
Cordir says, 'Perhaps this: Oath to ALWAYS give aid to those who served Khore with you, no matter what, honoring your service to him.'
Deamhan nods thoughtfully.
Cordir says, 'That could act against us... or that could bring others to friendship with us.'
Deamhan says, 'I did want to do something to denote that...but with the proviso, not in aid of a pk. As I understand it, that would violate your other rules'
She nods. 'No geas binds you in the case of it breaking a Chosen law'
Deamhan nods.
Cordir says, 'Or perhaps you MUST cure plague whenever aid is asked for? Disruptive, difficult, annoying...'
'So: Kiss no one but you; visit my mother regularly; aid former Kindred unless it would break another law' He continues, addressing her second point. 'Yes, which are advantages in what we're looking for; but it's been done' He shrugs. 'And I like doing something to show that my first following is not forgotten'
She nods.
Deamhan says, 'Right, then' He smiles at her.
Guardian nods decisively. *Witnessed* She then crawls off of Cordir's hand and back into the web.
Deamhan kisses Cordir.
She pauses a moment in thought.
Cordir says, 'Would 'Kindred of the Chosen' be an appropriate title? Giving acknowledgement to Khore for always?'
Deamhan says, 'My title will acknowledge him somehow...that doesn't quite work, though, it sounds like I'm not part of the following but just allied to it'
She nods.
Cordir says, 'Very well. Some acknowledgement always in your title, as well, as part of Geas number 3?'
Deamhan nods.
She nods.
Cordir smiles joyfully.
Deamhan gathers her into his arms and holds her.
Cordir says, 'Then but one task remains, love...'
Deamhan says, 'The journey...?'
She nods.
Deamhan nods.
Cordir says, 'Would you take it now, or later?'
who Conclave
2 players.
Hum [ Wa:30 Cl:30 ] Craige the Destroyer, Grand Sentinel of the Conclave
Min [ Sh:10 Th:16 ] Kith, Agent of the Black Conclave.
[Cordir travels to the Citadel, where she walks the ancient, crumbling streets, heading towards the Sigil Draktha.]
She whispers to Craige, 'Greetings, Destroyer'
Craige tells Cordir, '*smile* Greetings Lady Cordir'
She whispers to Craige, 'May I ask a favor of you?'
Craige tells Cordir, 'of course you may'
She whispers to Craige, 'My husband is journeying to meet me... may he have safe passage on his way?'
Craige tells Cordir, 'through the temple area?'
She whispers to Craige, 'Aye, and to his destination. He shan't be dallying.'
She whispers to Craige, 'A journey of perhaps 5 minutes.'
Craige tells Cordir, '*nod* be will not be touched'
Deamhan tells Cordir, 'all right, I'm on my way'
She whispers to Craige, 'Pardon... I was travelling... and may have missed your answer.'
She whispers to Deamhan, '*nods*'
Craige tells Cordir, '*nod* Worry not, he will not be touched'
End of the Granite Cavern [Exits: south down]
This is the Last Bore, the tunnel that connected the Plaza to the black caverns of N'Kai. Strong winds howl here, flowing into small holes in the ground. The source of the winds is a mystery - there SHOULDN'T be any wind ... yet it rages like a storm here ...
A Marker Slab has been erected in the center of the room.
The Sigil Draktha floats in the air here, warding the cave below.
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Cave Conjoining N'Kai [Exits: north]
You are below the Sigil Draktha, near N'Kai the Black. You have no escape but to go onward, for the Barrier seals you within here just as forcefully as it does the Spawn. Bones lie scattered about, strewn above a dried pool of blood.
A Message has been scrawled on the bloody floor.
She whispers to Deamhan, '*smiles* You travel swiftly, beloved.'
Deamhan tells Cordir, '*grin* Until I have to fight off a bunch of little pests'
She whispers to Deamhan, '*chuckles*'
She whispers to Deamhan, 'craige was kind enough to grant safe passage.'
Deamhan tells Cordir, '*laugh* He was the reason I was traveling so fast...I did not want him to find me'
She whispers to Deamhan, '*smiles* wise...'
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It is 11 o'clock pm on the Day of the Moon, the 35th day of the Month of the Shadows.
TFC started up at Wed Jun 30 09:25:38 1999 The system time is Thu Jul 1 14:29:01 1999
Deamhan appears out of nowhere.
She smiles softly.
Deamhan bows before his lady.
Deamhan says, 'Not having magely or thiefly skills makes that a slower trip'
Cordir says softly, 'Greetings, Deamhan An-Shalach.'
Deamhan says, 'Greetings, Cordir'
Cordir says formally, 'Having received proof of your knowledge...
Cordir says formally, 'Having received your word of your service...'
Cordir says formally, 'Having personal knowledge of your life...'
Cordir says formally, 'And having received your Three Oaths, your Geasa with which you bind yourself...'
Cordir says formally, 'I ask you... is it your intent to give me your service, your Oath?'
Deamhan says, 'This is my intent'
She smiles softly. Cordir says, 'Then let the deed be done.' She nods.
Deamhan raises his hands, and draws one fingertip across the other wrist. A thin line of blood appears.
Deamhan says, 'Having seen proof of your wisdom'
Deamhan says, 'Having received your word of protection and loyalty'
Deamhan says, 'Having known you'
Deamhan says, 'I give you my oath, by blood and by the bonds which already unite us'
Deamhan says, 'to serve you faithfully, and succor your Chosen'
Deamhan touches his fingertip to the blood and touches it to his lips and hers.
Cordir kisses his fingertips at her lips.
Cordir draws a slim silver blade from its sheath at her waist.
Cordir lightly scores her wrist.
Deamhan smiles at her.
Cordir lays her bloodied wrist against his own.
Cordir says, 'A reaffirmation of Oaths already sworn...'
Deamhan nods in recognition to her. Deamhan smiles at her.
Cordir says, 'I accept you, and I accept your oath.'
Deamhan bows deeply.
Deamhan now worships Cordir!
Cordir has accepted Deamhan into her following.
She smiles softly.
Cordir says, 'It's time to bring you home.'
Deamhan smiles happily.
Deamhan is ready.
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Deamhan fades out of existence.
Ok.
Cordir raises her hand.
A glimmering light appears, and expands into a shining web-like Pattern.
Cordir steps through the Pattern, disappearing from the chamber.
Within The Tapestry of Fate [Exits: north]
Stepping through the spider-web, you find yourself standing beneath countless stars... no, not stars, but strands of light, their incandescent glow pushing back the darkness that would otherwise overcome you.

You stand on a circular cathedra of dusky marble striated with silvery gray. Four titanic, equidistantly spaced archways of albescent jade yearn upward towards the lights above you. Sable fires seethe within three of them, a spider-web filling the fourth. In the center of the rostrum stands an intricately carved wooden loom. It is cool here, like the first misty chill of twilight, and you shiver slightly, hair prickling on the back of your neck as you realize: Perhaps this is no place for a mortal to be.
The Loom of the Weaver is here, coruscating with an unearthly radiance.
The Pattern fades into motes of light, scattered about the chamber.
c summon deamhan
Deamhan arrives suddenly.
She smiles softly.
Deamhan smiles happily and gathers her into his arms and holds her.
Cordir ftells, 'Welcome to the Chosen, my dearest beloved.'
Cordir smiles at him.
Deamhan ftells, 'Thank you, my love'
Cordir says, 'I must go... Duties call me with strident voices.'
Deamhan prays , 'Now give me that wrist...' Deamhan nods. Deamhan will be quick.
Cordir extends her wrist to him.
Deamhan brushes it gently, healing the wound.
Deamhan smiles at her, and kisses her.
Cordir smiles tenderly.
Deamhan tells Cordir, 'Now go...I will see you later, never soon enough'
Deamhan smiles happily.
Cordir whispers, 'I love thee, my lord and husband.
(end scene)

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