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Memories and Tears
(Evening of September 25th, as Harmony is writing her character history)
This short, sexy elf looks at you and leers.
Pestis is using:
Cordir smiles wryly as She looks at Pestis, flooded by memories.
Pestis smiles back at Cordir.
Cordir says, 'Such memories you bring back, Pestis.'.
The ebon flames within the archways roar up, in answer to the Lady's thoughts.
Pestis says (in common), 'many memories fade... but some will never'.
Beneath your feet, the Ebon Sigil Odegra coils around the Sapphire Glyph Argedo
Pestis says (in common), 'my Lord Thaygar is one of them'.
Harmony says (in common), 'what once was in the beginning shall be the end'.
Harmony says (in common), 'the cycle of life'.
Pestis laughs softly.
Cordir says, 'Lady Pestis...'.
Pestis shakes her head.
Cordir says, 'I have something that was a gift from Typhon.'.
Boromir raises an eyebrow.
Harmony says (in common), 'hmm...'.
Boromir smiles happily.
Cordir says, 'Long, long ago...'.
Pestis looks sad at the mention of another Triat Master gone from the realm.
Cordir nods and says, 'Only you and I remain of the Elder Triat Masters. And only Nyx, of the new. Three...Appropriate, of course.'.
Pestis nods slightly.
Cordir bows before Pestis, murmuring, "Wyld..."
Boromir ftells, '*chuckle* at one point .. I had even considered following that path '.
Cordir gestures and the image of Her Shadow appears. "Wyrm.."
Cordir indicates Herself. "Weaver."
Dazzle smiles at Cordir.
Pestis smiles, the Wyld may not be represented in the faith, but it's line is not gone from our realm.
Boromir grins happily at Pestis.
Boromir says (in common), 'there is one of the Chosen who has a little Wyld in him ... but he is not here at the moment'.
Pestis grins wickedly.
Cordir says, 'Gregar?'.
Boromir says (in common), 'Gregar ... Tsarran'.
Boromir bows deeply.
Trakker contemplates the thoughts of auras extinguished, patterns desolving, threads fraying...
Tien comforts Trakker.
Pestis says (in common), 'if there's one thing I've learned, it's that nothing can fray the threads, nor mar the Pattermn'.
Cordir nods in recognition to Pestis.
Pestis says (in common), 'take away the auras, yes... but not the others'.
Boromir says (in common), 'no.. but your vision of the pattern and clarity fades and diminises '.
Boromir sighs loudly.
Cordir nods and says, 'The Triat always exists. There are times that we can percieve the Pattern more clearly.'.
Boromir ftells, 'when you retire Lady Cordir ... this will be the third following I have been a member of'.
Trakker ftells, 'this was my first.....'.
Dazzle ftells, 'My first..'.
Cordir ftells, 'I beg you to forgive me that, Boromir.'.
Boromir ftells, 'a following that has .... *sigh* .,... has ..... *sigh* .. drifted away'.
Pestis says (in common), 'that perception can be trained, refined...'.
Cordir listens to the voices of her Chosen, and weeps.
Pestis utters the words, 'sanctuary'.
Pestis smiles up at Cordir sadly.
Boromir ftells, 'there is no need to speak fo forgiveness .... for the pattern has changed .. the threads are shifting ...'.
Pestis tells Cordir (in common), 'Fear not for those of this realm, for it is your own soul that is in danger this time.'.
Trakker ftells, 'I shall return to the forests from which I came, to retake my vigilant watch upon the children'.
Pestis says (in common), ''tis good to see you all again, and to meet those of you I had not yet met'.
Boromir bows before Pestis.
Boromir says (in common), 'well met Pestis ... '.
Pestis curtseys to the room.
Boromir says (in common), 'may your sword be sharp and your eye keen'.
Pestis walks over to Cordir and whispers...
Trakker says (in common), 'but dont run with your sharp sword or you may put out a keen eye'.
Pestis tells Cordir (in common), '*holds out her arms slightly*'.
Cordir turns towards Pestis.
Cordir nods slowly and smiles at Pestis.
Pestis tells Cordir (in common), '*whispers in your ear* be well'.
Dazzle ftells, 'And for myself, I shall stand at each of your paths and look long after you have gone..for I will be lost.'.
Boromir ftells, 'dont be ... '.
Pestis waves once to the room.
Cordir slowly, ceremonially...
Pestis utters the words, 'word of recall'.
Cordir sketches the symbol of the Sigil Odegra in the air where Pestis stood.
Pestis arrives from the north.
Dazzle looks to his Lady.
Cordir tells Boromir, 'god, this is killing me. '.
Pestis blushes slightly.
Cordir arches an eyebrow inquisitively.
Cordir says, 'Yes, Lady?'.
Boromir prays, 'I know *comfort* ... as well as anyone could ... I know '.
Pestis mumbles something about missing something because she cast the wrong spell.
Boromir stands quietly.
Pestis blinks several times, hard, and curtseys to the Lady Cordir.
Dazzle stands unobtrusively, watching wordlessly.
Cordir's shoulders tremble.
Pestis says (in common), 'good eve'.
Cordir says, 'Sister-in-Faith...'.
Boromir ftells, 'Dazzle ... if there is something I can do for you .. just ask :) '.
Cordir says, 'I charge you with a Geas.'.
Pestis stops on her way to the door.
Cordir says, 'Keep the Triat faith alive.'.
Cordir says, 'Even if it is only in your one soul that it survives...'.
Pestis nods thoughtfully to herself, and turns back for the door.
### Pestis has quit.
Boromir prays, 'let me know what is it I can do ... and if at all possible I will do it *smile* '.
Cordir tells Boromir, 'there isn't, much, really... simply be the rock of support you've always been.'.
Boromir prays, '*sigh* *sniff* yeah I know '.
Dazzle ftells, 'Thank you Boromir.. and let it be the same for myself. I will look to you for guidance as I have..'.
Boromir ftells, '*wmbarassed grin* you may wish to seek Trakkers advice and guidnace first *smile* '.
Trakker ftells, 'who me?'.
Dazzle ftells, '*smiles* Each of you has been a blessing.'.
Boromir ftells, 'for I am but a lowly mage of the Chosen '.
Boromir bows deeply.
Boromir prays, '*as always ... stands ready to be a shoulder ... an ear '.
Cordir tells Boromir, '*smiles*'.
Boromir ftells, 'Trakker ... I beleive I will be asking you for help from time to time *grin* .. if you dont mind '.
Boromir ftells, 'if anyone would know that I need lots of help .. you would *laugh* '.