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Two Join The Chosen

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. Stong 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.
(Invis) (Purple Aura) Durin is here.
(Invis) Dalmiera is here.
(Invis) (Purple Aura) Nyx is here.
(Invis) (Red Aura) Phasing in and out of visibility, a larval polyp flies through the air.
(Invis) (Red Aura) Phasing in and out of visibility, a larval polyp flies through the air.

Dalmiera says (in common), 'Now what I do ma'am?'

Cordir smiles quietly.

Dalmiera says (in common), 'GO down into N'Kai?'

Cordir says, 'Welcome, Dalmiera, to the Sigil Draktha.'
Cordir gestures at the ancient seal at your feet.
Cordir says, 'This seal exists to hold back the horrors that lies beyond.'

[ there is a minor disturbance as Gregar arrives, and two larval polyps attack the group. ]

Gregar gets the corpse of the larval polyp. Gregar utters the words, 'make bag.' Gregar's new bag made from larval polyp hide looks pretty snazzy.

Cordir says, 'We take oath here, because we, the Chosen, are like this symbol.'

Dalmiera gazes at the sigil, her attention on Her words.

Cordir says, 'We are that which holds back the darkness.'

Dalmiera watches Her, listening intently.

Cordir says, 'Step through the Seal.' Cordir gestures downward.

Dalmiera nods, taking a deep breath.

Dalmiera leaves down.
Durin leaves 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.
(Purple Aura) Gregar is here.
(Purple Aura) Durin is here.
(Invis) Dalmiera is here.
(Invis) (Purple Aura) Boromir is here.

Boromir grins neutrally.
Nyx appears out of nowhere.

Cordir takes a deep breath.

Boromir says (in common), 'greetings .' Boromir bows deeply.

Cordir slowly releases it.
Cordir murmurs, 'N'Kai the Black... This place was created by the Triat Wyrm... An ancient place of testing. Much was sacrificed in its creation... Lives... Souls... Names.... It exists as the anvil upon which souls are forged. A place of testing and trial, where the weak are honed into individuals of strength. It is not a gentle place.'

Dalmiera nods slowly, eyes wide.

Cordir says, 'here, the possibility of death is real. Yet, also , of enlightenment. Within the shadows here, are several Shamanic priests.'

Dalmiera nods.

Cordir says, 'Much can be learned.'

Trakker appears out of nowhere. Trakker rests.
Cordir smiles at Trakker.
Trakker bows deeply.

Cordir says, 'I ask Petitioners to come here as a mark of faith...Faith in Me, in themselves, in their fellow Chosen.'

Dalmiera nods slowly, a warm smile on her lips.

Gregar remembers eyeing the priests as possible prey the last time he was here.

Cordir says, 'And also, because our Oaths help strengthen the Sigil Draktha, above.'

Cordir says, 'Dalmiera, do you come here of your own free will and volition?'

Dalmiera says (in common), 'I do ma'am.'

Cordir says, 'Boromir, you have stood amidst the Chosen for a long time.'
Cordir says, 'What is your purpose here?'

Boromir bows deeply.
Boromir says (in common), 'to complete the quest.'

Cordir says, 'And do you come here un-coerced, of your own free will?'

Boromir says (in common), 'Yes M'Lady I do.'

Cordir nods and says, 'All Petitioners to the Chosen of Fate must complete a Quest that shows their sincerity and understanding of our goals and needs.'

Nyx smiles happily.

Cordir says, 'The first, and most important requirement... Are certain qualities within the person. Honesty. Courage. Honor.'

Cordir says, 'Dalmiera, do you feel you possess these qualities?'

Gregar says (in old-common), 'det invis please boro?'
Boromir says (in common), 'hmmm? .'
Gregar says (in common), 'det invis please?'

Dalmiera says (in common), 'I think so ma'am..I try to always be honest, Though I am scared I try to face my fears mostly, and I always keep my word.'

Boromir's spell does not go off.
Boromir's spell does not go off.
Gregar grumbles. Gregar utters the words, 'give mana.'

Cordir ftells, 'please don't ask for spells right now.'
Boromir's spell does not go off.
Boromir's spell does not go off.
Cordir ftells, 'wait.'

Cordir nods in recognition to her.

Cordir says, 'And you, Boromir, once Battle Lord... speak to me of these three qualities.'

Boromir speaks slowly ...
Boromir says (in common), 'Honesty ...'
Boromir says (in common), 'Honesty is to ...'
Boromir says (in common), 'speak of the truth ... directly ... .'

Gregar quaffs a vial of panther elixir.
Gregar fades out of existence.
Gregar is so excited that he cheers just for the hell of it.

Boromir says (in common), 'to let the word spoken sound clearly.'

Boromir says (in common), 'Courage ... is being able to face your fears and doubts ...'

Boromir says (in common), 'sometimes wining .. sometimes losing ... but always striving to conquer those.'

Cordir nods and says, 'And Honor?'

Boromir says (in common), 'Honor ...'
Boromir says (in common), 'Honor .... to say what you will do ... and do what Cordir says .. for a word given is a word to be kept.'

Cordir nods.

Boromir says (in common), 'Honor is to be above board in all dealings ....'

Gregar utters the words, 'pass w/o trace.'
Gregar seems to walk lighter.
Durin pokes Gregar in the ribs.

Cordir says, 'You speak well.'

Boromir bows before Cordir.

Cordir says, 'Dalmiera, do you agree with what he has said? Or do you have differing views?'

Boromir says (in common), 'I do not say I have all of these qualities complete .. I merely strive to achieve them.' Boromir bows before Cordir.

Dalmiera thinks a moment, brow furrowed.

Dalmiera says (in common), 'I was once told that when someone lies, that person murders a part of the world.. for that reason, I must speak the truth to any question put to me. But even were it not something I must do, I would do it nonetheless, because I believe that statement to be true.'

Cordir nods.

Dalmiera says (in common), 'I know that some of my fears, one in particular, may never be conquered..'

Gregar comforts Dalmiera.

Dalmiera says (in common), 'But, I am not afraid of the fear, that part I have faced and won. I think courage must come from accepting fear, and maintaining rational thought despite it's existence. To that end I still strive to succeed.'

Cordir nods.

Cordir says, 'The first act of the Petitioner's quest is to gain 10th level.'

Cordir looks at Dalmiera and Boromir.

Cordir says, 'This, you have obviously both done.'
Cordir says, 'The second, is to tell me the tale of your lives.'

Cordir says, 'And this also... .'
Cordir pats a full scroll case of parchments.
Cordir says, 'You have both done, to my enjoyment.'

Dalmiera smiles softly.

Boromir grins quietly.

Cordir says, 'The Third, has three parts...'
Cordir says, 'pardon..'
Cordir blushes slightly.
Cordir says, 'The third... we shall speak of in a moment.'

Cordir says, 'The fourth has three parts.'
Cordir says, 'Boromir, I received your tokens of your journeys long ago.'
Cordir says, 'A set of rather ... memorable... steaks.'

Boromir nods. Boromir bows deeply. He chuckles, evidently amused.

Cordir says, 'Dalmiera, it is my understanding you have collected tokens with the aid of Gregar?'

Dalmiera nods.
Dalmiera is experiencing technical difficulties, please hold...

Gregar says (in common), 'BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPP.'

Boromir ftells, '" is experienceing typo difficulties ..please interpet :) ".'
Cordir ftells, '*grin* We're used to it, Boro.'

### Dalmiera has lost link.

Boromir ftells, '*grin* *bow* ... I type in gibberish :).'

### Dalmiera has reconnected.

Cordir says, 'Dalmiera, are you returned to us?'

Durin says (in common), 'not yet.'
Durin says (in common), 'lost link.'

Gregar comforts Dalmiera.

Dalmiera says (in common), 'Yes ma'am..Let me turn my logging back on.'
Durin says (in common), 'ah.'
Durin says (in common), 'my pardon.'

Gregar hands dalmiera her link.

Dalmiera says (in common), 'I beg your pardon for the interruption ma'am..my system required a reboot. I am alright now though.'

Cordir nods And says, 'Dalmiera, it is my understanding you have collected tokens with the aid of Gregar?'

Dalmiera says (in common), 'Yes ma'am, I have.' She beams a smile at Gregar.
Gregar beams a smile at Dalmiera.

Cordir says, 'Please drop each item upon the floor, and name its origin.'

Dalmiera nods slowly.

Dalmiera gets bag made from half-elf mage hide from a large sack.
Dalmiera drops bag made from half-elf mage hide.
Dalmiera says (in common), 'This came from the half-elf village.'

Dalmiera gets bag made from child hide from a large sack.
Dalmiera says (in common), 'Aaracity.'
Dalmiera drops bag made from child hide.

Dalmiera gets bag made from Patrolguard hide from a large sack.
Dalmiera drops bag made from Patrolguard hide.
Dalmiera says (in common), 'Dwarvenhold.'

Durin sniffs sadly at the way Dalmiera is treating him.

Dalmiera gets bag made from gnome guard hide from a large sack.
Dalmiera drops bag made from gnome guard hide.
Dalmiera says (in common), 'Thistlerock.'

Dalmiera gets bag made from ogre man hide from a large sack.
Dalmiera drops bag made from ogre man hide.
Dalmiera says (in common), 'Og.'

Dalmiera gets bag made from giant eagle hide from a large sack.
Dalmiera says (in common), 'loth llorien.'
Dalmiera drops bag made from giant eagle hide.

Boromir sighs loudly.

Dalmiera gets bag made from sheriff hide from a large sack.
Dalmiera drops bag made from sheriff hide.
Dalmiera says (in common), 'hovelton.'

Dalmiera gets bag made from foreman hide from a large sack.
Trakker eyes the bag made from giant eagle wearily.
Trakker sighs at himself. What a sorry sight.

Dalmiera says (in common), 'harper's landing.'
Dalmiera drops bag made from foreman hide.

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.
A bag of fine foreman hide catches your eye.
A bag of fine sheriff hide catches your eye.
A bag of fine giant eagle hide catches your eye.
A bag of fine ogre man hide catches your eye.
A bag of fine gnome guard hide catches your eye.
A bag of fine Patrolguard hide catches your eye.
A bag of fine child hide catches your eye.
A bag of fine half-elf mage hide catches your eye.
(Invis) (Purple Aura) Trakker is resting here.
(Purple Aura) Nyx is here.
(Invis) (Purple Aura) Gregar is here.
(Purple Aura) Durin is resting here.
Dalmiera is here.
(Purple Aura) Boromir is here.

Cordir looks down at the floor.
Cordir counts.
Cordir nods.

Cordir says, 'If you wish to keep the tokens, gather them up now.'
Cordir says, 'Otherwise...'

Dalmiera says (in common), 'You may do with what you wish with them ma'am...'

The aura about Cordir's left hand grows more brilliant, forming into a corona of flames.

Cordir says, 'Cover your eyes, then.'

Nyx squints.
Dalmiera closes her eyes.
Boromir squints.

Cordir envelopes the room in flames!

Gregar is excluded from the flame.

Cordir says, 'Boromir, have you aided the young for a year and a day?'
Boromir nods and says (in common), 'I have and still do.'

Cordir nods.

Cordir says, 'Dalmiera? Have you fulfilled this duty?'

Dalmiera says (in common), 'Yes, ma'am..I still do as often as I possibly can.'

Cordir nods.

Cordir gestures, and the Pattern Web appears around you, enclosing you, surrounding you.

Its glittering movement entrances and spellbinds you.

Dalmiera looks on, awestruck.
Boromir watches ..quietly.

Cordir says, 'Each life, each moment, each decision, each place.... All a part of that Web which binds us together.'

Cordir gestures, and two Threads begin to glow particularly brightly.

Boromir observes intently.

From beneath the concealing mantle of Cordir's hair, creeps Guardian, who rests upon Her shoulder.

Trakker bows to Guardian.

You hear the Guardian's voice in your mind: * Geasa bind each Chosen. As we are all bound as individuals, thus are we bound together *

You hear the Guardian's voice in your mind: * Beyond each night's fall, beyond each little death, beyond all, Geasa bind. *

You hear the Guardian's voice in your mind: * Let he who is called Boromir, step forth. *

Boromir steps forward.

Cordir gestures, and a slight glow appears upon Boromir's skin.

A slight, delicate Pattern of light...

You hear the Guardian's voice in your mind: * Three Geasa to Choose. Three Geasa to Name. Three Geasa to Bind. Speak. *

Boromir pauses for a moment ...
Boromir says (in common), 'they are as follows:.'
Boromir says (in common), '1) no selling of equipment for any reason ...and carry minimal eq ..giving the rest to the following and tho those in need.'

Palin appears out of nowhere.
Palin smiles happily then bows deeply.

Cordir nods in recognition to Boromir.
Cordir says, 'Accepted.'
Cordir says, 'And the second?'

Boromir says (in common), '2) to be visible in the guild at all times ... iding for all those who ask .. except for anathemas ,, and pkers carrying corpses.'

Cordir smiles at the additions.
Cordir says, 'Accepted.'

Boromir bows deeply.

Cordir says, 'And the third?'

Boromir says (in common), '3) to offer to id for newbies levels 1-5 while in guild ... speaking to them directly .'

Cordir nods.
Cordir says, 'Accepted.'

Boromir bows before Cordir.

Cordir gestures, and three shimmering cords appear between her outstretched hands.

Cordir steps over to Boromir, and passes her hands over him.

Boromir closes his eyes.

As she does so, the glittering cords seem to sink into Boromir's form.

Boromir opens his eyes.
Boromir blinks.

You feel something tighten around you.

Cordir holds Boromir's gaze for a moment, and smiles.
Boromir bows before Cordir and smiles happily.

Cordir nods in satisfaction, then turns to the young girl standing nearby.
Cordir says, 'Dalmiera...daughter of a twin heritage.. Step forth.'

Dalmiera slowly takes a step forward, a rare conviction in her eyes.

Cordir smiles quietly.

Gregar tries to carefully conceal a smile.

You hear the Guardian's voice in your mind: * Child, do you understand the bonds that you propose to accept? *

Dalmiera nods slowly, whispering "I do, Guardian"

You hear the Guardian's voice in your mind: * Then, speak those Bindings you would swear to uphold for the remainder of your days.

Dalmiera says (in common), 'I propose to accept 4 Geasa upon myself, Guardian...'

Palin raises an eyebrow.

The spider blinks all eight eyes.
You hear the Guardian's voice in your mind: * Intriguing. Speak. *

Dalmiera says (in common), 'For the magic: I shall commit body and soul to being nevermore than a member of the Magi.'

Palin beams a smile at Dalmiera.

You hear the Guardian's voice in your mind: * Witnessed *

Cordir nods and says, 'Accepted.'

Dalmiera says (in common), 'For the celebration of new life: I shall give to those new to life (levels 2-5) at least 2 items from my stores at each login.'

You hear the Guardian's voice in your mind: * Witnessed *
Cordir nods and says, 'Accepted.'

Dalmiera says (in common), 'For myself and for the love I have for The Chosen:.'

Lorna tells Cordir, 'keep up the good work, and keep the followers playing. Your activity level continues to impress me.'

You tell Lorna, '*bow* *smile*.'

Dalmiera says (in common), 'I shall not feed my inherited Thirst upon any but a willing member of The Chosen.'

You hear the Guardian's voice in your mind: * And if none are willing? *

Boromir raises an eyebrow.
Palin ftells, 'I must have missed something...'
Boromir ftells, 'whats the question? .'

Dalmiera says (in common), 'Then I pay the price, Guardian..I have come to the brink of doing so once before.'

Cordir ftells, 'If you have a question, ask it aloud.'

Gregar ftells, 'she is a vampire, a descendent of those who once worshipped khore.'

You hear the Guardian's voice in your mind: * Witnessed *
Cordir nods and says, 'Accepted.'

Palin ftells, 'Ah...got it. I will ask after she is done.'
Gregar ftells, '*nods*.'

Dalmiera says (in common), 'And lastly, for Knowledge: Upon obtaining the skill Improved Identify, I shall spend one day per week providing this skill to all who desire it, friend or foe, with two exceptions. I will not ID corpses, nor shall ID for Anathema.'

You hear the Guardian's voice in your mind: * Witnessed *
Cordir nods, smiling in approval at the clarification.
Cordir says, 'Accepted.'

Dalmiera curtseys low and takes a step back.

The Guardian crawls down Cordir's arm to Her hand.

Gregar kisses Dalmiera's hand. How continental!

She lifts the spider up to the Pattern Web, where it crawls into the shimmering Threads.

Slowly, the spider begins to Weave....

Cordir steps over to Dalmiera, raising Her hands as she does so.

Four glittering bands of light gleam.

She raises Her hands above Dalmiera's head, then slowly lowers her hands.

The bands of light surround Dalmiera, sinking into her form, becoming one with her Pattern.

Cordir nods, and steps back.
Cordir says, 'But one Requirement remains.'

Dalmiera blinks at the odd sensations.

Cordir turns towards Her Shadow.

Nyx steps forward.
Nyx says (in common), 'Who speaks for Boromir, who seeks to join the Chosen?'

Gregar blinks.
Gregar says (in common), 'he has not been spoken for?'

Trakker says (in common), 'I will speak for Boromir.'

Nyx nods in recognition to Trakker.

Boromir bows before Trakker and says (in common), 'I am honored.'

Gregar says (in common), 'as most certainly would I, he has proven to be an admirable companion.'

Trakker says (in common), 'I have counted him friend for many long years.'

Cordir says, 'I, Cordir, Weaver, speak for Boromir. I have watched his actions over many long span of days and nights. In all ways, he comports himself as one a Chosen born.'

Nyx nods in recognition to Gregar.
Gregar agrees with you 100%.

Boromir blushes.
Boromir bows before Cordir.

Nyx nods in recognition to Cordir.

Boromir says (in common), 'Thank you Lady Cordir ... your words do me honor far beyond what I deserve.'

Nyx says (in common), 'So it has been heard...'
Nyx says (in common), 'Lady...'

Cordir turns to Her Shadow and says, 'Aye?'

Nyx says (in common), 'Boromir has been spoken for by several of the Chosen.'

Cordir nods.

Nyx says (in common), 'I present him to you as a sponsored petitioner...'
Nyx bows before Cordir.

Cordir smiles quietly, and turns to face Boromir.

Boromir faces lady Cordir.

Cordir says, 'Boromir, you have stood as one of us for many months. Now, the moment of truth.'

Boromir nods.

Cordir says, 'Is it your will and wish to give Oath to the Chosen of Fate?'

Boromir says (in common), 'Yes M'Lady it is my will and wish to do so.'

Cordir nods.
Cordir says, 'Then kneel, and give me your hands.'

Boromir kneels ....
Boromir shakes his cloak free and offers his hand to Cordir.

Cordir takes his hands between her own, in the age-old gesture of a liege accepting a paxman's oath.

Cordir says, 'Boromir, do you swear to serve me faithfully, abiding My codes and dictates, now and always, in spirit and word?'

Boromir says (in common), 'I do swear this oath to thee ,... in the company of these witnesses .'

Gregar says (in common), 'I now pronounce you mortal and god... you may grovel before her.' Gregar grins neutrally.

Cordir says, 'Boromir, do you swear to obey the rightfully given instructions of My Ordained Shadow, and my Attendant, Elladan?'

Cordir ftells, 'Remind me to rift you later, Gregar.'
Palin ftells, '*snickers quietly*.'

Dalmiera nudges Gregar behind her with an elbow, whispering 'Sh! dear"

Gregar ftells, 'you still have sex change.'
Boromir ftells, 'not that .. he might like it .'
Gregar ftells, 'it's just the better of the options here that's all.'

Boromir says (in common), 'I so swear M'Lady.'

Cordir says, 'And do you swear to abide the laws, written and implied, of this Realm and its Immortals?'

Boromir says (in common), 'I so swear to do so M'Lady.'

Cordir nods and says, 'Then, Boromir, I ask you to give me your pledge and oath of loyalty.'

Gregar whispers to dalmiera, 'you may wish to step away I wouldn't want you in the way of the rift'

Boromir worships Cordir!

Boromir says (in common), 'I pledge my self to thee Lady Cordir.'

Dalmiera stands firm.

Cordir ftells, 'Gregar, the first unneeded comment was tolerable. Following it up with another is getting me annoyed.'

Gregar ftells, 'roger, ram jets on idle.'

Cordir accepts Boromir's renewed oath!

Boromir bows deeply.

Cordir says, 'Welcome, Boromir, fully Chosen.'

time
It is 5pm on Ozymandiut the 6th, the month of the Testing of Fates, in the year 2399.
TFC started up at Sun Mar 5 01:51:44 2000 / The system time is Tue Mar 7 22:42:58 2000

Boromir says (in common), 'Thank you Lady Cordir.'
Boromir bows before Cordir.

Trakker ftells, 'Welcome Boromir!'
Cordir ftells, 'Welcome, Boromir.'
Gregar ftells, 'welcome again boromir!!'
Nyx ftells, '*smile* Welcome.'
Palin ftells, 'Welcome Boromir!'
Boromir ftells, 'Thanks *bow* *smile* *bounce* .'

Cordir turns back to Her Shadow.

Nyx steps forward again.

Boromir stands up .. .and takes a step back.

Cordir says, 'Yes, Shadow?'

Nyx says (in common), 'And now, who speaks for Dalmiera, who also seeks to join the Chosen?'

Gregar says (in common), 'I would gladly speak for her.'
Dalmiera smiles gratefully at Gregar.

The Alchemist of the Chosen fades into existance.
He grins at Dalmiera. 'I think she is a strong addition. I speak for her.'
With a clinking of potion bottles, he gestures, and teleports away.

The Pattern swirls into being behind the Lady.
From within it, steps the High Priest of the Chosen, and the Weaver's Oathbound.
He asks (in old-common), 'Dalmiera, do you believe you can control your thirst?'

Dalmiera says (in common), 'I do, Sir.'

He nods, and says (in old-common), 'Then I give you my sponsorship.'

He steps back into the shadows behind the Lady.
The pattern ripples for a moment, and he is gone...

From out of the shadows steps the Scribe of the Chosen.
He smiles slightly.
He says, (in old-common) 'I speak for the child, Dalmiera. She has much to learn. We can teach her'

Dalmiera blushes softly at His arrival.

He bows, and steps back into the darkness.

Nyx says (in common), 'Lady...'

Dalmiera blushes rosily at the words spoken.

Cordir says, 'Aye, Shadow?'

Nyx says (in common), 'Many of the Chosen have spoken for Dalmiera in sponsorship...'

Cordir nods.

Nyx says (in common), 'I now present her to you...'
Nyx bows before Cordir.

Cordir smiles happily.
Cordir bows before Her Shadow.
Nyx steps back.

Cordir turns to Dalmiera.
Cordir gestures for Dalmiera to step forward.

Dalmiera looks to Her, a serious expression on her features as she steps forward.

Cordir says, 'Little one, it has been a long journey for you to reach this point. I know you have been lonely at times. Do you seek to join us out of true belief in our goals, or simply a need and wish for family and friends?'

Dalmiera smiles gently and says (in common), 'In truth ma'am...A desire for both..I believe in what you are and the goals you stand for, and I love the Chosen as my one true family.'


Cordir says, 'Well said.'

Cordir says, 'Dalmiera, do you swear to uphold and obey my Codes and Dictates, and the spirit ans well as the letter of my rules?'

Dalmiera says (in common), 'I do, ma'am.'

Cordir says, 'Dalmiera, do you swear to heed and obey the rightfully given instructions of my Ordained Shadow, and my Attendant, Elladan?'

Dalmiera nods firmly.
Dalmiera says (in common), 'I do ma'am.'

Cordir says, 'And lastly, do you swear to abide by all of the written and implied rules of this Realm, and the instructions of its Immortals?'

Dalmiera says (in common), 'I do ma'am..'

Cordir smiles quietly.
Cordir says, 'Then I bid you kneel, and give me your hands.'

Dalmiera lowers herself to knees shakily, nervous trembles in her hands as she holds them out to Her.

Cordir takes Dalmiera's hands between Her own, in the gesture of a liege accepting a paxman's oath.

Cordir says, 'Dalmiera, the oath between my Chosen and I is not simply one from thee to me. It is a two-sided bond.'

Cordir turns and looks at each of the Chosen assembled.

Gregar bows deeply.
Boromir smiles happily.

Cordir says, 'Each knows that they can call upon Me, and one another. A family in spirit and in truth.'

Palin smiles happily.

Cordir says, 'Would you be one of us?'

Dalmiera whispers softly, voice almost choked 'I would ma'am..with all that I am, I would'

Cordir says, 'Then I ask you to give me your oath.'

Dalmiera now worships Cordir!
Cordir has accepted Dalmiera into her following!

Cordir ftells, 'Welcome, Dalmiera, to the Chosen of Fate!'
Gregar ftells, 'welcome dal!!!!'
Durin ftells, '*CHEER*.'
Nyx ftells, 'Welcome, Dalmiera *smile*.'

Gregar kisses Dalmiera.

Trakker ftells, 'Welcome Dalmiera!'
Palin ftells, 'Welcome Dalmiera :).'
Durin ftells, 'Welcome Dalmiera .'
Boromir ftells, 'Welcome Dalmiera :) .'


Who follows Cordir
7 players.
Hum [ Wa:25 Ma:24 ] Palin D'henoke, Webweavers Apprentice, Seer of Fate
Hum [ Ma:10 ] Dalmiera seeks answers along the Path of the Wyrm
Elf [ Ma:29 Th:26 Ra:26 ] Trakker Longbow, Elven Emissary, Chosen of Fate
Dwa [ Wa:22 Cl:24 ] Durin, Seeker of Fate.
Elf [ Th:16 Ra:15 Ma:18 ] Boromir seeks answers along the Path of the Wyrm
Aar [ Sh:25 ] Gregar Tsarran Dragon Slayer of fate
Hel [ Faileas Dhan ] Nyx: Ebon Messenger of Fate.

Palin beams a smile at Dalmiera.

Dalmiera ftells, '*smiles happily* Thank you..all of you...*bounce*.'

Gregar bounces onto Dalmiera's lap.

[Everyone present refreshes themselves with food and drink]

Cordir says, 'Now....once everyone has sated their ravaging hunger...'
Cordir says, 'I suggest we adjourn to a safer local.'

Palin grins neutrally.
Gregar nods in recognition to Cordir.
Nyx nods.

Cordir says, 'However, first...'
Cordir says, 'I believe our Emissary has something he wishes to say.'

Nyx looks to Trakker.

Trakker scratches his head.
Trakker stops using a silver band bearing the Sapphire Glyph Argedo.

Gregar says (in common), 'the emissary?'

Cordir nods and says, 'Aye.'

Nyx ftells, 'Dingbat is on.'
Dalmiera ftells, 'Dingbat? *giggles*.'
Cordir ftells, 'Dalmiera, Dingbat may have a stupid name, but he has a wicked talent for PK'ing the linkdead - Garvax.'
Nyx ftells, 'He has already killed Garvax. I suggest caution around him.'
Gregar ftells, 'careful dingbat sounds wierd but is quite dangerous.'
Dalmiera ftells, '*nods in understanding* ok..Ill be more careful in the future then..'

Trakker says (in common), 'I wish to present the Glyph Argedo to Milady.'

Cordir bows before Trakker.
Cordir says, 'Thank you for bearing it, while I was not worthy of it.'

Trakker says (in common), 'I also wish to apologize for the events leading up to my possession of the Glyph.'

Cordir nods in recognition to Trakker. Cordir says, 'And I, sorrow, that I did not have the wisdom to see that Change was needed, before there was cause for problems.'

Trakker says (in common), 'The past nine days have been shear torture, the fear of loosing this Glyph has eighed heavily upon my heart.'

Cordir nods in recognition to Trakker.

Trakker puts the Glyph in an outstretched hand.

Cordir says, 'I thank you for bearing it.'

Trakker bows his head in humility.

Cordir says, 'Be the first to offer Me a sacrifice, Trakker.'
Cordir says, 'If you would...'
Cordir smiles at Trakker.

Trakker presents the Glyph Argedo to Lady Cordir.

Cordir wears a silver band bearing the Sapphire Glyph Argedo on her left finger.
Cordir smiles happily.

Trakker sighs at himself. What a sorry sight.
Trakker faints, falling into a heap on the ground.

Nyx chuckles, evidently amused.

Cordir says, 'Thank you.... ack!'

Nyx pats Trakker on his back.
Nyx raises an eyebrow.
Nyx says (in common), 'Ack?'

Dalmiera giggles at Trakker's actions.

Boromir helps Trakker to his feet.

Gregar utters the words 'smelling salts'
Gregar holds the salts under trakkers nose.

Trakker blinks.

Cordir says, 'NOW...'
Cordir says, 'I think we should adjourn to safer quarters.'

Palin nods.
Nyx nods.

Cordir says, 'Who wishes aid in returning?'

Trakker utters the words, 'portal.' The air shimmers as Trakker creates a portal here.

Dalmiera says (in common), 'I would ma'am..if you wouldnt mind.'

Cordir says, 'Dalmiera and Boromir... tis my custom to summon new folk.'

Within The Tapestry of Fate [Exits: north up]
The Loom of the Weaver is here, coruscating with an unearthly radiance.

c sum dalmiera
Dalmiera arrives suddenly.

c sum boromir
Boromir arrives suddenly.

Dalmiera smiles warmly.

Boromir bows before Cordir.

Cordir ftells, 'WELCOME!'

Boromir says (in common), 'thank you .'

Cordir ftells, 'Who else needs a summon?'

Dalmiera says (in common), 'Thank you ma'am...'

Trakker arrives from the north.

Nyx ftells, 'I can recall in in a sec. Just waiting for Durin to be ready.'

Palin arrives from the north.
Trakker smiles happily.

Palin says (in common), 'I hate it when I stutter.'
Palin grumbles under his breath.

Dalmiera sighs happily.. having finally found a home.

Boromir likes traveling Air Cordir :)
Dalmiera giggles at Boromir's actions.
Boromir chuckles, evidently amused.

Gregar arrives from the north.

Palin smirks.

Dalmiera says (in common), 'It IS a rather smooth ride isnt it?'

Gregar hugs Dalmiera.
Dalmiera bounces into Gregar's arms and hugs him tight.

Boromir says (in common), 'too short for drinks in firt class tho.'

Gregar whispers to Dalmiera, 'welcome dear'

Dalmiera says (in common), 'I made it in dear!'

Trakker falls face first into his keysdsefefaewfawf awef

Gregar smiles happily.
Gregar hugs Dalmiera.

Palin snickers with Trakker about their shared secret.

Dalmiera hugs his birdneck tightly, kissing the side of his beak.

Trakker snores loudly.

c sum durin
Durin arrives suddenly.

C sum nyx
Nyx arrives suddenly.

Nyx quaffs a clear red potion.
Nyx invokes recall magic.
Nyx disappears.

Palin snickers softly.
Durin says (in common), 'oops.'
Palin ftells, 'Heh Nyx.'
Palin ftells, 'Bad timing.'
Nyx ftells, 'A-ghem.'

Gregar says (in common), 'I am very glad you finally made it, the aura suits you.'

Nyx arrives from the north.

Durin ftells, 'thank you Mi'Lady.'
Cordir ftells, 'well, you were being SLOW.'

Cordir says, 'There is but one more thing, Chosen.'

Cordir says, 'Dalmiera... Boromir...'

Boromir says (in common), 'Lady Cordir? .'

Dalmiera turns to Her.
Dalmiera says (in common), 'Yes, ma'am?'

Gregar ftells, 'ahm, in all fairness you told me to remind you to rift me later m'lady.'

Cordir says, 'It is My way to mark each of My folk with a Ward... which represents the Covenant between us. I will admit, its application is painful. Do you wish it, despite this?'

Boromir nods. Boromir says (in common), 'I do.'

Dalmiera is flying so high tonight, nothing could hurt.
Dalmiera says (in common), 'I do as well ma'am.'

Cordir nods.

Dalmiera bobbles a bit, getting used to being off the ground.

Cordir gets a black raven pinion feather quill from a bag of Nyx hide.

Dalmiera lands softly on her feet.
Dalmiera giggles at Gregar's actions.

Cordir takes the quill in her right hand, and holds the left out.
Cordir draws the quill slowly across the palm, cutting Her flesh.

Blood slowly pools in Her hand.

Cordir turns and glances at Her Shadow.

Nyx stops using a pair of fur gloves.

Nyx presents one hand, palm turned upward.

Cordir deftly nicks the palm of Her Shadow's hand. Several drops of blood flow forth.

Drip...
Drip...
Drip...

Trakker faints, falling into a heap on the ground.

They join the sanguine pool cupped within Her hand.

Cordir nods to Her Shadow.

Nyx closes his hand.

Trakker can't stand the sight of blood.

Dalmiera watches in fascination.

Nyx utters the words, 'cure light.'
Nyx opens his hand, now healed.
Nyx wears a pair of fur gloves on his hands.

Palin ftells, 'How can a ranger not stand the sight of blood? ;).'

Cordir turns to Her Apprentice.

Trakker ftells, 'it makes me queasy.'
Trakker ftells, 'i close my eyes to butcher.'
Dalmiera ftells, 'Remind me not to feed in front of the someone..*giggles*.'
Gregar ftells, 'that explains the cut on the steaks.'

Palin bows before Cordir.
Palin holds out his right hand.

Cordir lightly slashes Palin's hand.

Blood wells forth, and slowly drips into Cordir's cupped hand.

Cordir dips the quill in the blood, and turns to Dalmiera and Boromir.

Cordir says, 'Which of you is ready?'

Palin closes his hand.

Boromir says (in common), 'I am .'

Dalmiera says (in common), 'I am ma'am.'

Boromir steps forward.

Cordir says, 'Where do you wish it placed, Boromir?'

Boromir says (in common), 'left arm if you would please.'

Cordir nods.
Cordir says, 'Then bare the spot.'

Boromir shakes his cloak clear and hold his arm out.

Cordir steps closer to Boromir, and lifts the quill.
Cordir says, 'Ready?'

Boromir nods.

Cordir redips the quill quickly, then begins scribing the Ward upon his flesh.

Boromir turns pale as the quill does its work.

Cordir bites her lip at his flinching, but continues quickly.

Boromir stands still ... as if a statue.

redips the quill, and deftly finishes the last arcs and slashes of the Covenant Ward.

Cordir redips the quill, and deftly finishes the last arcs and slashes of the Covenant Ward.

Your cheeks are burning.

Cordir creates (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen out of thin air!
Cordir gives (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen to Boromir.

Boromir wears (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen as a decoration.

Boromir examines the shoulder ...

Palin says (in common), 'You'll get used to it.' Palin grins neutrally at Boromir.

Boromir nods. Boromir grins neutrally at Palin.

Cordir says, 'Dalmiera? Where would you like your Covenant placed?'

Gregar says (in common), 'I rather like mine.'

Dalmiera says (in common), 'My right forearm, if you would, ma'am.'

Gregar says (in common), 'It's like dragon scars, you get to like them, get a sense of pride from it.'

Boromir lightly runs his finger along the curves of the covenant.

Cordir says, 'Gregar... Would you mind supporting Dalmiera's arm?'

Gregar says (in common), 'yes'm?'
Gregar nods.

Gregar steps behind Dalmiera.

Gregar carefully braces Dalmiera's arm under his wing.

Dalmiera holds out her right arm, palm upwards, exposing the underside of her forearm.

Boromir slowly eases his arm back under the cloak.

Cordir steps over to stand in front of Dalmiera.

Cordir says, 'Ready, little one?'

Boromir ruffles Dalmiera's hair playfully.

Dalmiera closes her eyes and bites her bottom lip, nodding.

Cordir freshens the quill in the blood.
Cordir takes a calming breath, then begins scribing the Ward upon Dalmiera's arm.

Gregar says (in common), 'no sniffing the blood dear.'

Dalmiera tightens her teeth on her bottom lip, her fangs puncturing the skin slightly.

Cordir redips the quill, and quickly finishes the arcs and slashing lines of the Covenant Ward.

Cordir creates (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen out of thin air!
Cordir gives (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen to Dalmiera.

Dalmiera wears (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen as a decoration.

Dalmiera opens her eyes look at the ward.

Gregar hugs Dalmiera.

Dalmiera says (in common), 'It's beautiful ma'am..'

Cordir says, 'Dalmiera... I have offered you my blood twice before.'
Cordir says, 'There is magic in threes...'

Dalmiera looks at Her, nodding softly.

Cordir says, 'A bonding.'

Dalmiera says (in common), 'Yes, ma'am...?'

Cordir says, 'Do you wish to do so a third time?'

Dalmiera smiles gently, her eyes shining.

Palin ftells, 'Better cover your eyes Trakker.'

Boromir suddenly looks grim as lost memories suddenly re-appear.. memories of a night of vampires... and screams.

Dalmiera says (in common), 'If it would complete the bond between us, ma'am..I would very much wish it.'

Gregar looks at the slash wound on his hand.

Cordir nods.

Cordir extends her cupped hand to Dalmiera.

The blood pooled there shimmers.

Dalmiera takes the proffered hand gently in her own hands and drinks deeply.

Boromir turns away

Trakker tickles Gregar.
Gregar falls to the floor laughing.

Through the bond all Chosen share, your Covenant Wards seem to warm and throb.

Dalmiera releases Her hand, licking the droplets from her lips.

Trakker faints at the sight of Dalmiera.

Palin puts a hand to his chest.

Gregar mutters between breathes... stopppitt.. i'm... very... ticklish!!

Almost as if it were a heart, beating, for a fraction of a moment.

Nyx's eyes seem to twitch ever so slightly.

Trakker ftells, 'poor Jasper.'

Boromir turns back around .. still grim-visaged ..but calm.

A glow seems to surround Dalmiera for a moment.

Boromir ftells, 'oh? .'

Trakker ftells, '### Jasper killed by Harmful at Shea Boulevard.'

Gregar ftells, '*sigh*.'

Cordir ftells, 'Does any member of the Chosen have business to bring before this Gathering?'

Palin ftells, '*mutter*.'

Dalmiera smiles gently at Her.

Cordir ftells, 'Then... Perhaps our next act should be to gather gear for Jasper. .'

(end scene)

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