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Azmoth Joins The Chosen

End of the Granite Cavern [Exits: south down]
(Translucent) (Red Aura) A pool of ichor coalesces into a small formless spawn.
(Invis) (Red Aura) Phasing in and out of visibility, a larval polyp flies through the air.
Azmoth arrives from the south.
The larval polyp fades into existence.
Azmoth deftly moves out of the way of the larval polyp's attack.
Azmoth's crush injures the larval polyp.
Azmoth's armor deflects the larval polyp's attack.
Azmoth's crush injures the larval polyp.
Azmoth utters the words, 'magic stone.'
Azmoth's magic stone maims the larval polyp!
Azmoth's crush injures the larval polyp.
The larval polyp is DEAD!!
You hear the larval polyp's death cry.
Azmoth bows before you.
Cordir smiles quietly.
Cordir says, 'Welcome.'
Azmoth smiles happily.
Cordir says, 'Shall we enter N'Kai?'
Azmoth says (in common), 'We Shall.'
Down:
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.
time
It is 5pm on Rishanae the 18th, the month of the Shallow Graves, in the year 2392.
TFC started up at Tue Jan 25 16:33:08 2000 / The system time is Sat Jan 29 20:19:13 2000
who azmoth
1 player.
Hel [ Cl:11 ] Azmoth walks the coils of the wyrm.
Azmoth appears out of nowhere.
Cordir says, 'Welcome to N'Kai the Black, Azmoth. What do you know of the Triat?'
Azmoth says (in common), 'Not much I am afraid.'
Azmoth frowns.
Cordir smiles wryly and says, 'We shall fix that.'
Azmoth nods.
Cordir says, 'The Triat is a trio of beings that were granted the specific domain of Fate in all of its forms. Birth, Life, and Death. They are represented by the Wyrm, the Weaver, and the Wyld. In recent times, Lord Thaygar was the Servant of the Wyld.... However, currently, I am the sole Immortal Servant of the Triat.'
Azmoth says (in common), 'He was evil at one time, correct?'
Cordir nods and says, 'Aye.'
Cordir says, 'This place... N'Kai...Was created by the Triat as a place of testing. As the anvil upon which the hearts, souls, and bodies of the faithful can be forged. It is a dangerous place.'
Azmoth nods.
Cordir says, 'Where death is a real possibility.'
Azmoth says (in common), 'I have been here before in dreams... not a fun place.'
Cordir says, 'I ask Petitioners to come here as a mark of faith.'
(Mud Crash.)
Azmoth says (in common), 'that was a lot of fun.'
Cordir says, 'Hi.'
Azmoth smiles happily.
Cordir says, 'No, not really.'
Azmoth says (in common), 'Sarcasim.'
Azmoth laughs at himself. Let's all join in!!!
Cordir nods.
Cordir says, 'Lets try that again...'
Cordir smiles wryly.
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It is 7am on Ivyn the 19th, the month of the Shallow Graves, in the year 2392.
TFC started up at Sat Jan 29 20:27:38 2000 / The system time is Sat Jan 29 20:29:48 2000
Azmoth nods.
Azmoth grins wickedly.
Cordir says, 'This place... N'Kai... Was created by the Triat as a place of testing. As the anvil upon which the hearts, souls, and bodies of the faithful can be forged. Without sure knowledge that death _may_ come... You cannot truly embrace Life.'
Azmoth nods.
Cordir says, 'Azmoth, for what reason do you come here to N'Kai?'
Azmoth says (in common), 'To prove my faith to you. To test myself.'
Cordir nods and says, 'And for what reason do you seek to join the Chosen?'
Azmoth says (in common), 'So I may truly learn and embrace the triat.'
Cordir says, 'What do you know of our goals and duties within the Realm?'
Azmoth says (in common), 'god gossip spamming a bit.'
Cordir is generally off gossip for that very reason.
Azmoth nods and says (in common), 'I think one of our main duties is to do what we can to help those in need of it. Am I not correct?'
Cordir nods and says, 'Aye... But not neglecting our individual growth.'
Azmoth nods.
Azmoth nods.
Cordir says, 'That is equally important.'
Cordir says, '(are you still here? -lots of disconnects ).'
Azmoth says (in common), 'yes.'
Cordir nods. Cordir says, 'Okay.'
Azmoth says (in common), 'I have not gotten disconnected. The wave has not reached me.'
Azmoth smiles happily.
Cordir says, 'Azmoth, there is a Quest I set before Petitioners to my Order... Have you completed it?'
Azmoth says (in common), 'yes.'
Cordir nods and says, 'I note that you have surpassed your tenth ascension...'
Azmoth nods.
Cordir pauses a moment in thought. Cordir says, 'Have I read tale of your life?' Cordir rummages through a small stack of parchment.

Azmoth says (in common), 'Don't know, I have sent.'
Cordir gets a pair of spectacles from a bag of Nyx hide. Cordir puts the spectacles on her nose, and frowns at the papers. Cordir shuffles through them. Cordir says, 'Ah... Kintaron and Ingena.'
Azmoth says (in common), 'My father and Mother.'
Cordir nods.
Azmoth says (in common), 'I do not know where they are... or if they are even still alive.' Azmoth frowns.
Cordir says, 'Have you been back to your home city, since you left it so long ago?'
Azmoth says (in common), 'I have.'
Cordir says softly, 'And no sign of them?'
Azmoth says (in common), 'none.' Azmoth has a tear running down his cheek.
Cordir looks at you with tender condolence and sympathy. Cordir wipes the tear away.
Azmoth smiles faintly.
Cordir says, 'Perhaps we can find them.... We have accomplished much for one another in the Chosen... I will speak to my folk. They are wanderers... Perhaps they will have seen your parents.'
Azmoth says (in common), 'I do hope so. Thank you.' Azmoth smiles happily.
Cordir says, 'The Chosen is a family, of sorts. We are all very closely bound. In your travels home, did you collect a token from that city?'
Azmoth says (in common), 'I did.'
Cordir says, 'And have you collected seven others?'
Azmoth says (in common), 'I have.'
Cordir says, 'Would you drop them upon the floor, one by one, identifying where they came from?'
Azmoth says (in common), 'heh I'll have to try and remember.'
Azmoth says (in common), 'one sec.'
Azmoth drops an ancient two-handed sword.
Azmoth says (in common), 'Kuroth.'
Azmoth drops a bowl of pigeon stew.
Azmoth says (in common), 'aran.'
Azmoth drops a creamy eclair.
Azmoth says (in common), 'nydia.'
Azmoth drops a plate of crab's legs.
Azmoth says (in common), 'safehaven.'
Azmoth gets a candy apple from a leather backpack.
Azmoth gets a strawberry tart from a leather backpack.
Azmoth says (in common), 'I am afraid I didn't write them down :( just went to the town and got them let me think for a moment.'
Cordir nods.
Cordir says, 'No problem...'
Azmoth drops some unidentifiable meat.
Azmoth says (in common), 'I am guessing lineaoth valley. Cannot remember. Maybe emdeeville.'
Azmoth drops a strawberry tart.
Azmoth says (in common), 'think cilli.'
Azmoth drops a candy apple.
Azmoth says (in common), 'glashorn maybe.'
Azmoth drops a loganberry pie.
Cordir says, 'nod.'
Cordir nods.
Cordir says, 'I believe that was all of them..'
Azmoth nods.
Cordir says, 'would you pick up the candy apple?'
Azmoth gets a candy apple.
Cordir says, 'and then cover your eyes...'
Azmoth closes his eyes tightly.
Cordir envelopes the room in flames!
Cordir says, 'It is safe .'
Azmoth opens one eye looks around and slowly opens the other.
Cordir says, 'Azmoth, do you swear that you have served the new of this Realm for a span of a year and a day?'
Azmoth says (in common), 'Probably more, yes.'
Cordir nods.
Cordir gestures, and a glittering spider web appears.
A small spider creeps down from the web and onto the cavern floor.
Cordir says, 'This is Guardian, who witnesses and records all of the Geasa of the Chosen.'
Azmoth nods.
Cordir says, 'Please speak those oaths that you would be bound by.'
Azmoth says (in common), 'I shall only eat food made from my own magic.'
Cordir says, 'Mushrooms?'
Cordir nods.
Cordir says, 'Witnessed.'
Azmoth says (in common), 'When the wyld part of the triat finally reaches me... if I get my corpse back I must donate one piece of equipment to someone in need... Even if I still need it. Oops that was said wrong... it has to be something I need.'
Cordir says, 'restate it, then.'
Azmoth says (in common), 'If I get my corpse back when death strikes me, I must give one item from my corpse that I still need to someone else who needs it.'
Cordir nods.
Cordir says, 'Witnessed.'
The spider dips its thorax in a bow.
Cordir says, 'And the third?'
Azmoth says (in common), 'If one needs a tour of either of the southern half elf towns, I must give it to them when they want it. No matter what I am doing.'
Cordir pauses a moment in thought.
Cordir says, 'Clarify that for me? Would you be willing to make it stronger?'
Azmoth nods.
Cordir says, 'Specifically offer aid to any new half-elves?'
Azmoth says (in common), 'let me think for a second.'
Azmoth nods.
Azmoth says (in common), 'That works. I will offer aid to any new half-elves.'
Cordir smiles quietly.
Cordir nods.
Cordir says, 'Witnessed.'
The spider dips its thorax in a bow.
You feel something begin to settle over you, like an invisible cloak.
The spider slowly creeps back to the web, and begins to Weave in your Geasa.
Cordir says, 'I have heard your Geasa and find them fully acceptable.'
Azmoth smiles happily.
Cordir says, 'And I ask you... having journeyed this far... Is it still your wish to join the Chosen of Fate?'
Azmoth says (in common), 'Yes, it is.'
Cordir smiles quietly.
Cordir says, 'Then, I must give you one admonishment. And this is somewhat out of character.'
Azmoth nods.
Cordir says, 'I do not seek to learn what other Guises you walk this Realm under. It is not my business.'
Azmoth nods.
Cordir says, 'But I ask that you keep anything learned while here, in THIS incarnation... Seperate and private, and not shared with others, while present in another incarnation. Do you promise to do so?'
Azmoth says (in common), 'That is a given I think.'
Azmoth says (in common), 'yes.'
Cordir smiles wryly.
Cordir says, 'For some, yes. For others, unfortunately not.'
Azmoth nods.
Cordir says, 'Then, with that bit of admonishment done... I ask you to kneel and give me your hands.'
Azmoth gets down on one knee and extends his hands to Cordir.
Cordir takes your hands between her own in the age-old gesture of a liege accepting the fealty oath of a vassal.
l azmoth
You see nothing special about him.
Azmoth won't win any beauty contests.
Azmoth is in perfect health.
Azmoth is using:
used as light> (Glowing) a war banner
worn on finger> a wooden ring
worn on finger> (Magical) (Humming) the radiant lapis lazuli ring
worn around neck> (Magical) the brilliant golden amulet
worn on body> (Magical) a bronze breast plate
worn on head> (Magical) a ring mail helmet
worn on legs> (Magical) a pair of splint mail leggings
worn on feet> (Magical) a pair of leather knee-high boots
worn on arms> (Magical) a pair of banded mail sleeves
worn as shield> (Magical) a small iron shield
worn about body> (Magical) a banded mail sash
worn about waist> (Magical) a quilted cloth girdle
worn around wrist> (Magical) a leather wrist guard
worn around wrist> (Magical) the fiery fire opal bracelet
wielded> (Magical) (Humming) a Mourning Star
worn with pride> (Blue Aura) (Magical) (Glowing) a couatl feather
Cordir says, 'Azmoth, do you swear to abide by the Codes and Dictates that I set forth for My Chosen?'
Azmoth says (in common), 'I do.'
Cordir says, 'Do you swear to abide by the rules set forth by the High Ones of this Realm?'
Azmoth says (in common), 'I do.'
Cordir says, 'Do you swear to serve the young and weak of the realm with a full and willing spirit, even in the face of onerous or unpleasant duty?'
Azmoth says (in common), 'I do.'
Cordir says, 'And do you promise to never allow your own growth to falter, seeking always to grow in body, mind and spirit?'
Grismal appears out of nowhere.
Grismal raises an eyebrow.
Cordir says, 'hello, Grismal.'
Azmoth says (in common), 'I do.'
Grismal says (in common), 'hi.'
Grismal bows deeply.
Azmoth bows before Grismal.
Grismal leaves north.
Cordir says, 'Then, by the Wyrm, Wyld, and Weaver, give me your Oath.'
Azmoth says (in common), 'Oath?'
Cordir tells Azmoth, '(you can either do some formal Oath, or just Worship.)'
Azmoth smiles happily.
Azmoth says (in common), 'ok.'
Azmoth says (in common), 'By my father and mother's soul, I promise to worship and obey you in every way, shape, and form, Lady of Chance.'
Cordir nods solemnly.
Azmoth now worships Cordir!
Cordir has accepted Azmoth into her following.
Cordir ftells, 'Congratulations and welcome to the Chosen, Azmoth!'
Azmoth ftells, 'Greetings Everyone.'
Khorlan ftells, 'Welcome :).'
Cordir ftells, 'Lets bring you home, Azmoth.'
Cordir raises her hand in a graceful gesture of summoning.
A glimmering light appears, and expands into a shining web-like Pattern.
Within The Tapestry of Fate
[Exits: north up]
The Loom of the Weaver is here, coruscating with an unearthly radiance.
(Purple Aura) Khorlan is resting here.

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Azmoth arrives suddenly.
Khorlan smiles at Cordir.
Cordir smiles quietly.
Azmoth smiles happily.
Cordir says, 'Welcome to your new home.'
Khorlan beams a smile at Azmoth.
Cordir says, 'One last thing remains.'
Azmoth says (in common), 'Thank you.'
Cordir says, 'I mark all of my followers with a Ward. It symbolizes the two way covenant between us. For your oath of worship does not simply mean your responsibilities to me... But also responsibilities I have to you. All the Chosen bear this mark.. Including myself.'
Khorlan nods.
Cordir says, 'It ... tends to have a mind of its own, however...'
Azmoth nods.
Cordir says, 'Where do you wish it placed? I cannot guarantee it will stay there... For example, my Shadow, Nyx's ... Wandered to within his eyes. Though I set it upon his hand.'
Azmoth sits down and thinks deeply.
Azmoth says (in common), 'I would like it to be worn with pride because, I will wear it with pride.'
Azmoth smiles happily.
Khorlan nods.
Cordir says, 'where on your body?'
Azmoth says (in common), 'oh. Hmm on my neck.'
Cordir blinks.
Khorlan grins neutrally.
Cordir says, 'That seems to be the trend today.'
Khorlan says (in common), 'Fate.'
Cordir gestures at Khorlan's neck, which is still slightly raw and bleeding.
Azmoth looks at Khorlan.
Cordir says, 'I will not lie - the process is painful. But not unbearable.' Cordir grins wryly. 'I had to put it on myself..'
Khorlan grins neutrally.
Cordir says, 'THAT was hard to hold still for.'
Azmoth nods.
Cordir says, 'Please bare the spot.. If you could remove your amulet?'
Azmoth stops using the brilliant golden amulet.
Cordir says, 'Brace yourself...'
Cordir gets a black raven quill from a bag of Nyx hide.
Cordir takes the quill in her right hand and uses its point to slash her left palm.
Blood, glowing with an ambient light, fills her cupped hand.
Cordir dips the quill into the pool of blood, and looks at you.
Cordir says, 'Ready?'
Azmoth says (in common), 'I am.'
Cordir gently tips your head back with her fingertips.
Cordir redips the quill, then, holding your gaze, begins to inscribe the Ward upon your skin.
Azmoth screams in pain!
Azmoth utters the words, 'cure light.'
Azmoth utters the words, 'cure light.'
There is pain - blinding - which leaves you trembling.
Azmoth utters the words, 'cure light.'
Azmoth utters the words, 'cure light.'
Azmoth utters the words, 'cure light.'
Azmoth bursts into tears.
Cordir bites her lip at your scream, but continues inscribing the ward.
Azmoth utters the words, 'cure light.'
Azmoth utters the words, 'cure light.'
Azmoth utters the words, 'cure critical.'
Azmoth utters the words, 'cure critical.'
Cordir quickly finishes the sweeping lines of the Covenant with a trembling hand.
Cordir creates (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen out of thin air!
Cordir gives (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen to Azmoth.
Azmoth wears (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen as a decoration.
Azmoth shivers uncomfortably.
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Ok.
Cordir says, 'Forgive me for the pain, Azmoth.'
Khorlan smiles happily.
Azmoth nods slowly, still trembling.
Cordir says, 'now you are forever marked one of us.. A family that will always be with you, if you allow it...'
Azmoth nods.
Cordir says, 'Friends and companions, teachers and fellow students.'
Azmoth smiles happily.
Cordir says, 'Now... I have three instructions for you. The first, is I ask that you read all the board notes. They contain vital information. The second, is that I ask you to go to my web page. There is a section there for Chosen ONLY. The address is <<Censored>>. On that page, is a welcome with some additional information on titles and the like.'
Azmoth says (in common), 'Ok.'
Cordir says, 'And the last item, is that you send me a list of your eq. I'm terribly, horribly vain. And like my folk to be wearing the best I can garb them in.'
Azmoth smiles happily.
Azmoth says (in common), 'Ok.'
Khorlan ftells, 'speaking of equipment my lady would you like me to sac this bag to you?'
Cordir says, 'Yes, please, Khorlan. Are the items marked?'
Khorlan sacrifices a dolphin hide bag to Cordir.
Khorlan says (in common), 'yes.'
Azmoth says (in common), 'brb.'
Azmoth leaves north.
Cordir says, 'thank you.'
Khorlan says (in common), 'np ;).'
Azmoth arrives from the north.
Azmoth rests.
Azmoth bows deeply.
Azmoth says (in common), 'reading board notes.'
Khorlan ftells, 'I alos have a nice set of iron shackles you can have if you want :>.'
Cordir blinks.
Cordir says, 'Which set?'
Khorlan ftells, 'the ones I can't let go of in my inventory. :) '
Cordir ftells, 'I wonder if they are the same ones the Lich forced me to wear for a time...'
Cordir pauses a moment in thought.
Cordir steals the shackles from Khorlan and examines their properties.
Khorlan grins neutrally.
Cordir ftells, 'OH my. So they are.'
Khorlan ftells, 'heh.'
Cordir puts a set of iron shackles in (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen.
(End Scene)

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