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.
(Hide) (Purple Aura) Ananasi is here.
(Purple Aura) Nyx is here.
(Purple Aura) Kennet is sleeping here.
### Reznor is mortally wounded at Entrance to the Prison.
### Reznor killed by a ranger guard at 13014
Nyx leaves north.
Hum [ Ma:11 ] Reznor Angel of the Arcanes
Nyx ftells, '*cackle*!'
Ananasi ftells, 'did you get it?'
Ananasi ftells, 'CHEER!!!'
at nyx l nyx
You notice a half-elf standing off to one side. He returns your gaze
unflinchingly, but you can see sadness in those piercing grey eyes,
mixed between the midnight strands that shift within them. He
nods slightly in your direction.
There is only one person this could be...
Nyx is in perfect health.
Nyx is using:
<used as light> (Magical) a ball of bright yellow light
<worn on finger> (Magical) (Humming) the scintillating blue quartz ring
<worn around neck> (Magical) an encrusted silver amulet
<worn around neck> (Magical) the superb smoky quartz amulet
<worn on body> a red robe
<worn on head> (Magical) a quilted cloth bonnet
<worn on legs> (Magical) a pair of quilted cloth peasant pants
<worn on feet> a pair of soft black leather boots
<worn on hands> (Magical) a pair of padded cloth work gloves
<worn around wrist> (Magical) an animal hide wrist guard
<wielded> (Magical) a dwarven crossbow
<worn with pride> (Purple Aura) (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen
You peek at the inventory:
the corpse of Reznor
Ananasi ftells, 'gratz'.
Kennet ftells, 'what happened?'
Ananasi ftells, '*grin* i will let Nyx tell'.
### [Nyx says (in common), 'Or however you wish.']
Nyx ftells, 'Lady? Some good news.'
Cordir ftells, '*smiles in anticipation*'.
Cordir ftells, 'Yes, Nyx?'
Nyx arrives from the north.
Kennet looks at Nyx.
Nyx smiles happily.
It is midnight on Ozymandiut the 26th, the month of the Mortal Realm, in the year 2364.
TFC started up at Sun Aug 8 22:24:38 1999 The system time is Wed Aug 11 13:30:29 1999
Nyx kneels lightly. Nyx ftells, 'It is done, Lady.'
Kennet blinks. Kennet enthusiastically cheers Nyx to victory.
Cordir smiles quietly.
Cordir lays her hands lightly upon Nyx's shoulders.
Cordir gazes deeply into his strand-streaked eyes.
Nyx ftells, 'I have just completed a rescue for Reznor of the Arcanes.'
Cordir whispers something in a language you do not comprehend.
Shadows flood into the chamber from every corner of the room.
Cordir gestures, and the Shadows flow over Nyx, reclaiming him.
Nyx fades out of existence.
Elladan tells Cordir (in common), 'Would it be feasible to put a few family trees on your TFC site? Apparently, people are related in ways I never realized.'
Cordir tells Elladan, 'One sec... doing something important... be right with you'.
Nyx lets out a small sigh. A flutter of relief passes over his face.
Cordir murmurs softly, 'I am well proud of you, Nyx....'
Cordir says, 'The Weaver grants what was offered up in sacrifice.'
Cordir says, 'The Triat hail you, Master Nyx.'
Nyx bows his head.
Cordir shouts, 'All Hail Nyx, Ebon Shadow of Fate, first to reach Triat Mastery in over a thousand years!'
Edge shouts (in common), 'gratz nyx'.
Kennet shouts (in common), 'Hail Nyx, Triat Master!'
Cordir raises Nyx up.
Doc shouts (in common), 'Gratz Nyx! :)'.
Thilach shouts (in common), 'Conrgratz Nyx'.
Ananasi shouts (in common), 'Hail Nyx!'
Bremen gossips (in common), 'gratz nyx'.
Davain gossips (in common), 'Grats!'
Ibuku gossips (in common), 'yeah hail'.
Reznor gossips (in common), 'hail nyx!'
Cordir smiles quietly, pride radiating from her eyes.
Nyx says (in common), 'Thank you, Lady.'
Cordir shakes her head slightly.
Cordir says, 'Nay, Shadow. No thanks are due to me....It is through your own labors and honor that this comes. Long hunted, long sought, at long last earned. And yours, now and always, no matter what else may come.'
Nyx smiles happily.
Cordir raises a hand in blessing and benediction.
Nyx feels protected.
Min [ . . Th:25 Wa:18. .] Kennet: Wolf of Fenris, Seer of Fate
Elf [ Th:15 Ma:15 Ra:11 ] Ananasi Aleitros, journeying weaver [Fate]
Hel [ . .Faileas Dhan. .] Nyx: Ebon Messenger of Fate.
Nyx says (in common), 'And now...'
Cordir arches an eyebrow inquisitively.
Nyx ftells, 'I nearly do not know what to do... now that it is over.' Nyx smiles happily. Nyx ftells, 'But I think getting equipped would be a good place to start *grin*'.
Ananasi ftells, '*blink* the shadow, invis again? the world _must_ have changed :P'.
Kennet ftells, '*grin* you might put some clothes on, I hate to see someone wearing such rags'.
Nyx ftells, 'The world is once again as it should be, Ananasi.'
Cordir ftells, 'if that is your wish, Shadow...'
Ananasi ftells, 'grin'.
Cordir ftells, 'However, I would imagine that your current state did grant a bit of freedom'.
Nyx ftells, 'I needs meet with Jahiliya...'
Ananasi ftells, 'oh he was very free...swinging in the breeze...'
Nyx ftells, 'It has, and I think that in the future I may again take it upon myself... though preferably voluntarily.'
Nyx ftells, 'But I would like to hunt a bit first *smile*'.
Cordir ftells, 'As you wish, Shadow.'
### Kennet (from prowler.Admin.arizona.EDU) has quit. (25/381467)
Cordir ftells, 'You know that I will accouter you properly when you wish it.'
Nyx prays (in common), '*smile* It is good be called such, m'lady...' Nyx bows deeply.
Cordir tells Nyx, 'I cannot express how overwhelmingly proud I am of you...'
Cordir bows deeply in return, one Triat Master to another.
Nyx smiles happily.
Nyx rubs his hands together, trembling slightly.
Nyx prays (in common), 'It feels as if I have been standing under the gaze of a harsh sun for ages... My skin dry and cracked...'
Cordir nods in recognition to Nyx.
Nyx prays (in common), 'But finally I have sunk into cool water, and my body tingles with it's refreshing feel.'
The shadows swirl gently around you, soothing.
Nyx nods. Nyx murmurs (in old-common), 'It is good to be among you...'
The Shadows swirl and dance in answer, pleased.
Nyx prays (in common), 'I am happy, too, that you were here for this, Lady.'
Cordir smiles quietly. Cordir says, 'As am I. Three tests, did the Weaver demand you pass.'
Ananasi arrives from the north. Ananasi bows deeply. Ananasi ftells, 'Time for me to be heading off'.
Cordir says, 'And, in honor, you met Her expectations.'
Nyx prays (in common), 'I expected a third test by the Weaver... Did I miscount?'
Cordir says, 'The first of the three was denying yourself the shadows when offered.'
Nyx says (in common), 'Ah.'
Cordir says, 'The second of the three was denying yourself despair when Arden slew you.'
Cordir says, 'The Third of the Three was denying Borneo's help.'
Cordir says, 'Thice tempted, thrice honor won out. Mastery well and truly earned....'
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