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A New Chosen - CLEON

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.

It is 6am on Cearn the 17th, the month of Celebration, in the year 2454.
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Solaron arrives from the south.
Cleon arrives from the south.

Solaron smiles happily.
Cleon smiles happily.

Cordir smiles happily.

Cleon bows before you.

Cordir says, 'welcome, gentlemen...'

Cleon thanks Solaron heartily.

Solaron bows deeply.

Cordir raises a hand and the room becomes still.
Cordir says, 'Beneath your feet...'
Cordir gestures downward.

Cordir says, 'Is the Sigil Draktha.. the last boundary between the chaos of Black N'Kai and the Realm... I ask petitioners to the Chosen to come here, to Draktha, for two reasons... One, because our ritual here strengthens the Sigil, helping it to continue its mission... And two, because we, the Chosen, are like Draktha... a silent guardian between utter darkness and chaos, and the Realm. Acting as teachers, guardians, and shelter.'

Cleon nods, slowly, understanding the enormity of the responsibility he seeks to take on.

Cordir says, 'It is a very serious duty to become Chosen.'

Solaron nods.
Cleon nods.

Cordir says, 'It means that you embrace your Fate, and your responsibility to the many lives you become tied to. The Chosen is more than simply a rag-tag group seeking company and comfort, but a true FAMILY, who strive to make the Realm a better place.'

Cleon nods.

Cordir says, 'N'Kai the Black is a dangerous place. Many, many have spilled their blood there.'

Solaron nods.
Solaron shivers uncomfortably.

Cordir says, 'I ask Petitioners to cross Draktha into N'Kai to show their willingness to face their fears and to take risks in life.'

Solaron gulps loudly.
Solaron pats Cleon on his back.

Cleon nods.

Cordir says, 'However, it is a one-way journey... Are you prepared to get OUT of N'Kai, Solaron? '.

Solaron grins wickedly.
Solaron juggles a small pouch.
Solaron nods.

Cordir nods.
Cordir says, 'Very good.'

Cleon smiles happily.

The Lady tilts her head, appearing to be listening to distant voices.

Cordir smiles happily and says, 'It appears that two brothers of the Chosen have entered the Realm and hurry here to join you both. Including, Cleon, your Sponsor.'

Cleon says (in common), 'Fabulous news'.

Cordir smiles happily.

Cleon says (in common), 'I have been haunted by Aster'.

Cordir frowns and says, 'Oh dear'.

Solaron laughs and says, 'Silly shamans.'

Cordir says, 'We will deal with the Ghost when it arrives.'

Cleon chuckles, evidently amused.

Solaron says (in common), 'I remember crossing the Sigil once.' He shivers uncomfortably.

Cordir says, 'They should be here in seconds. I apologize for the delay.'

Solaron says (in common), 'Oh, no problem. '.

Cordir smiles at the two young ones.

Cleon says (in common), 'The delay is welcome... allowing me to prepare myself'.

Noctus appears out of nowhere.
Noctus bows deeply.

The ghost of a Mycon chanter shimmers and solidifies slightly.
The ghost of a Mycon chanter shimmers and solidifies slightly.

Noctus bows before Cordir.

Noctus fades into existence.
Noctus utters the words, 'turning'.
Noctus invokes the holy power of Cordir's omnipotence!
Noctus glows with an incandescent rainbow-colored light.
The ghost of a Mycon chanter's spirit has been shown the light of forgiveness by Cordir!

Cleon bows deeply.
Cleon thanks Noctus heartily.

Boromir appears out of nowhere.

Noctus smiles happily.
Boromir bows deeply.
Cordir smiles happily.
Cleon hugs Noctus.

Cordir says, 'Thank you, gentlemen, for joining us.'

Cordir says to the two younglings, 'Both of these gentlemen are in my High Council - the Taoiseach.'

Cleon says (in common), 'May I ask who else is here?'.

Boromir bows deeply and says, 'Tis Boromir here.'

Cleon bows deeply.

Noctus says (in common), 'I can only be on here for a couple more minutes, sorry :('.

Cordir says, 'Boromir and Noctus'.

Cleon says (in common), 'Thank you. Hello Boromir'.

Cordir says, 'I think we are ready to pass through the Sigil Draktha....'

Boromir says (in common), 'Hi Cleon'.

Cordir says, 'Cleon, please ... take the first step.'
Cordir gestures downward.

Cleon says (in common), 'Am I allowed protective spells?'.

Noctus says (in common), 'you don't need them'.

Cleon nods.
Cleon leaves down.

Cave Conjoining N'Kai
[Exits: north]
Cleon is here.

Noctus appears out of nowhere.
Boromir appears out of nowhere.

Cleon says (in common), 'Nice message'.

Solaron appears out of nowhere.
Solaron shivers uncomfortably.

Cordir gestures and the glory and terror that is the Great Pattern roars into visibility around you.

Cordir says, 'Cleon, for what purpose do you stand in holy N'Kai?'.

Cleon says (in common), 'I seek to become Chosen'.

Cordir says, 'Noctus, for what purpose do you stand in holy N'Kai? '.

Noctus says (in common), 'I sponsor, Cleon and witness this ritual as a member of the Taoiseach'.

Cordir nods.

Noctus bows deeply.

Cordir says, 'Cleon, there is a quest set before those who would join the Chosen... It has many parts. The first is reaching the tenth circle.'

Cordir says, 'Thank you for your presence, Noctus and your acknowledgement of sponsorship.'

Noctus apologizes but has to leave now.

Solaron bows before Noctus.

Cleon thanks Noctus heartily.

Noctus wishes Cleon good luck and is sure he will do well.
Noctus bows deeply. Noctus waves happily.

Cleon waves happily.

Boromir bows before Noctus.

Noctus disappears suddenly.

Cordir smiles happily and says, 'As I was saying..'

Cordir says, 'the first requirement for entry are three virtues. They include Honesty, Courage, and Honor'.

Cleon nods.

Cordir says, 'Do you feel that you have these virtues?'.

Cleon says (in common), 'I do, Lady Cordir'.

Cordir says, 'The quest also requires reaching 10th level. I see that you have done this and more.'

Cordir smiles at Cleon.

Cleon smiles happily.

Cordir says, 'The quest also requires that you write of your lifetime.. And your future goals and hopes... I have read these words with pleasure and thank you for sharing them.'

Cordir says, 'the next requirement is Sponsorship - Noctus has spoken on your behalf.'

Cordir says, 'A mini-quest is also required.... Cleon, do you swear on your honor that you have helped newbies for a year and a day?'.

Cleon nods and says (in common), 'I do swear, on my honour, that I have offered help and assistance for more than one year and one day...'

Cordir says, 'Please name one of those whom you helped, and how you provided them aid.'

Cleon says (in common), '... I helped Cypher with money and with his requests for knowledge about being a cleric in the Realm'.

Cordir nods and says, 'Thank you. Also required is the learning of eight of the home cities of your chosen continent.'

Cleon nods.

Cordir says, 'Have you obtained tokens from eight such cities?'.

Cleon says (in common), 'I have, including my own hometown, Midgaard'.

Cordir says, 'Then please name each city, and drop its token upon the floor.'

Cleon says (in common), 'Midgaard', and drops a city guard signet ring.

Cleon gets an engraved stone amulet from an egg casing.
Cleon says (in common), 'Skor'lanis', and drops an engraved stone amulet.

Cleon gets a leather vest from an egg casing.
Cleon says (in common), 'Hovelton', and drops a leather vest.

Cleon gets a Patrolguard's Badge from an egg casing.
Cleon says (in common), 'Dwarvenhold', and drops a Patrolguard's Badge.

Cleon says (in common), 'Half-elf Camp'.
Cleon gets a dull elven long sword from an egg casing.
Cleon drops a dull elven long sword.

Cleon says (in common), 'Loth Lorien' and drops an elven long sword.

Cleon gets a full-view helmet of plate from an egg casing.
Cleon says (in common), 'Aaracity', and drops a full-view helmet of plate.

Cleon gets a spear from an egg casing.
Cleon says (in common), 'Thistlerock' and drops a spear.

Cordir says, 'I see a pattern in these objects.... they all appear to be belongings of those who guard those cities... May I ask you why you chose that as your token? '.

Cleon says (in common), 'These tokens are indeed taken from the Protectors of these cities ... and I would like to see myself as a protector of those to whom I pledge my life'.

Cordir smiles with approval at Cleon's words, and says, 'the last requirement... Involves the selection of Geasa, which are voluntarily accepted oaths that will bind you for the rest of your days. Oaths that each of the Chosen share.'

Cleon nods.

Cordir says, 'Including myself.'

Something stirs in the darkness of the cave.
Something ... very ... VERY ... large... is out there.

Cleon shivers uncomfortably.

Solaron casually walks behind Boromir.

Shiny black legs emerge from the shadows... followed by a spider of enormous proportions.

Boromir chuckles, evidently amused.

Solaron swallows loudly.

The arachnid nearly fills the cave with its presence.

Cordir glances at the spider, silent reproof in Her gaze.

The spider seems to look almost ... embarrassed.

Boromir raises an eyebrow.

Solaron scratches his head.

Cordir gestures, and the arachnid shrinks to a much less intimidating size.

Cordir says, 'This is Guardian... keeper of the Geasa, who, it seems, occasionally gets too big for her britches.'

Boromir chuckles, evidently amused.
Cleon chuckles, evidently amused.

The spider makes a sound of annoyance.

Solaron tries to chuckle but his voice cracks.
Solaron says (in common), 'Little bit scary. Sorry. *cough*'.
Solaron clears his throat.

Cordir says, 'It is Guardian's task to Weave the Geasa of the Chosen into the Great Pattern itself.'

The spider nods, dipping its thorax in a bow.

Cordir says, 'Cleon, before witnesses assembled... I ask you to speak those Geasa that you would bind yourself with, for time and all eternity.'

Cleon clears his throat, and stands erect.

Cleon says (in common), 'I swear NEVER to accept money from those under level 10, all auctioned items will be free to them.'

Cordir nods.

Cleon says (in common), 'I swear ALWAYS to offer aid to those afflicted by disease.'

Cordir nods.

Boromir raises an eyebrow.

Cleon says (in common), 'I swear ALWAYS to respond to any request for directions within the Realm.'

Cordir nods and says, 'I accept these Geasa.'

Cordir turns to the still-grumbling arachnid.

Cordir says, 'Guardian... go about your duty.'

Muttering soft spidery imprecations, the spider crawls back into the darkness.

Solaron begins to breathe again.

Cleon beams a smile at Solaron.

The spider glances over its four shoulders at Solaron, and mutters, (in old-common) 'But he would have been tasty... '

Solaron coughs.

Cordir says, 'Guardian is not used to appearing before non-Petitioners.'

Boromir gestures and a glamour appears around Solaron.

Solaron says (in common), 'I'll try to remember that, m'Lady.'

Cordir says, 'The taking on of the Triat title referencing the path of the Wyrm gives protection against her temper, for it denotes them as seeking the Triat's wisdom.'

Cleon nods.

Cordir says, 'Guardian, as a spider, is an embodiment of the Weaver Aspect of the Triat. Protection, Honor, Duty...'

Boromir nods.

Cordir says, 'If a bit bad tempered.'

Solaron nods.

Cordir says, 'The other Aspects include the Wyld...'

Boromir raises an eyebrow.

Cordir says, 'Which is Chaos... change... often forcible...'

Cordir says, 'and the Wyrm... growth... learning...'

Boromir nods slowly.

Cleon nods, taking it all in.

Cordir says, 'These are not truly entities, but more forces of nature itself...'

Cordir says, 'and we cannot truly comprehend them except as forces of the Realm, and within ourselves.'

Boromir nods.

Cordir says, 'Sometimes the call of one Aspect or another becomes predominant.'

Boromir smiles quietly.

Cordir's face pales with remembered sorrow.
Cordir reaches out a hand to her Taoiseach.

Boromir reaches and hold Lady Cordir's hand.

Cordir takes strength from Boromir's steady presence.

Boromir smiles at Cordir.

Cordir says, 'One of Ours recently departed the Chosen. Our Path was no longer his...'

Boromir nods slowly and says, 'a good friend'.

Cleon sighs loudly.

Cordir says, 'That is our way. We do not bind others to be what we _wish_ them to be... but can only free them to chase what Fate they truly believe is their own...'

Cordir says, 'Cleon... You have accomplished all that I ask of Petitioners...'

Boromir seems lost in thought for a second .. but returns to the present.

Cordir says, 'And I ask you, here, before witnesses, and in holy N"Kai... Is it still your true wish to join the Chosen of Fate?'.

Cleon says (in common), 'It is, Lady Cordir.'

Cordir nods and says, 'Then I ask you to kneel before Me.'

Cleon kneels before Lady Cordir, bowing his head.

Cordir extends Her hands, slightly cupped, towards Cleon.
Cordir says, 'Give Me your hands.'

Cleon holds out his hands.

Cordir cradles Cleon's hands between Her own, in the ancient gesture of a liege accepting an oath of Fealty.

Cordir says, 'Cleon, do you swear on your honor, to uphold the laws - written and implied - of this Realm, and the lawfully given orders of its Immortals?'.

Cleon nods and says (in common), 'I swear on my honour.'

Cordir says, 'Cleon, do you swear on your honor, to uphold the codes and dictates of the Chosen of Fate, and the lawfully given orders of my Ordained and Taoiseach?'.

Cleon nods and says (in common), 'I swear on my honour.'

Cordir says, 'and lastly, Cleon... do you swear to always strive to better yourself, to grow with dignity and honor, and strive to be a true servant of Fate?'.

Cleon nods and says (in common), 'I swear.'

Cordir smiles happily.
Cordir says, 'Then you may give Me your oath.'

Cordir has accepted Cleon into the Chosen of Fate!

Cordir smiles happily.

Cleon breathes deeply.

Cordir says, 'Welcome, thrice welcome, Cleon...'

Boromir ftells, 'Hi Cleon :) and welcome!!!'.
Cordir ftells, 'Welcome!'.

Boromir claps at Cleon's performance.
Boromir claps at Cleon's performance.
Boromir claps at Cleon's performance.

Solaron enthusiastically cheers Cleon to victory.

Boromir claps at Cleon's performance.

Cordir smiles happily and says, 'Now...'

Cleon ftells, 'Many thanks. It is a great pleasure to be one of the Chosen.'

Solaron says (in common), 'Congratulations.'

Cordir ftells, 'we're glad to have you'.

Cleon bows before Solaron and Boromir.

Boromir says (in common), 'wbere is the party? '. He grins happily.

Solaron smirks.

Cleon grins happily.

Cordir says, 'There is one item for you to choose to partake of, or not... your choice... The holy symbol of the Chosen is a miniature image of the Pattern Web...'

Cleon nods.

Cordir says, 'A Covenant Ward... which is inscribed upon the body of the individual. A tattoo. It is ... painful. I will not tell you otherwise. Do you wish it?'.

Cordir arches an eyebrow inquisitively.

Boromir ftells, 'yes you do :) '.

Cleon says (in common), 'I wish it. To show my dedication to You, and to the Chosen of Fate.'

Cordir touches the pool of her throat, where an indigo spiderweb moves and shifts.

Cordir nods and says, 'Where do you wish the Ward placed?'.

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

Boromir idly rubs the sleeve of his undershirt.

Cleon says (in common), 'I wish to wear it with pride, forever.'

Cordir holds the quill in her right hand.

Cleon says (in common), 'I wish to wear it on my left arm'.

Cordir bares her left hand, which you note is covered with tiny scars.

Cordir nods and says, 'then please bare your arm.'

Cleon carefully rolls up his left sleeve.

Cordir places the point of the quill on her palm and slashes it.

Boromir stops using a pair of studded leather gloves.

Blood wells up in Her cupped hand.
The blood glows faintly.

Boromir bares his hands.

Cordir says, 'As Taoiseach, Boromir, would you be willing to help me Seal his covenant?'.

Boromir bows deeply.

Cordir uses the quill to nick Boromir's palm.
Three drops of blood well forth, and fall to join the blood pooled in Cordir's hand.

Cordir dips the quill in the mixed Mortal and Immortal blood.

Boromir holds his hand next to Cordirs.

Once more, the sanguine fluid glows.

Cordir steps close to Cleon, and touches his arm.
Cordir says, 'here?'.

Cleon nods, slowly.

Cordir says, 'Are you ready?'.

Cleon stiffens, then nods.

Boromir moves closers to Cleon.

Cordir re-wets the quill in the blood.
Cordir begins to inscribe the Ward upon Cleon's arm.

...there is pain...

Cleon winces, but is drawn to watch.

Cordir bites her lip, but continues to carefully inscribe the whorls and arcs of the web.

Cordir quickly adds the curving arcs of the web.

Cleon bites his lip, drawing blood.

Boromir watches calmly and quietly.

Cordir finishes the last marks.

Cordir creates (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen out of thin air!

Cordir gives (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen to Cleon.

Cleon stops using the Platinum Pin of Survival.
Cleon wears (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen as a decoration.

Cordir closes her hand around the pool of blood in her hand.
There is a flash of light.
Cordir opens her hand, and one more scar has joined the others.

Cleon smiles, relieved.

Cordir says, 'Now... I warn you... The Ward has a tendency to ...wander. My Ordained Shadow... He had it set upon his arm. However, the Ward decided otherwise, and settled in The Shadow's eyes.'

Boromir withdraws his hand and staunches the wound before putting his glove back on. Boromir wears a pair of studded leather gloves on his hands.

Cordir says, 'If you ever look closely at My Shadow.... you will see the web in his gaze.'

Cleon nods.

Cordir pauses a moment to think, then says, 'Boromir, didn't yours wander to over your heart?'.

Boromir nods and says (in common), 'yes M'Lady'.

Cordir says, 'Mine was upon my hand. But it moved to my throat to remind me to speak truthfully and with wisdom.'

Cordir smiles softly.

Cordir says, 'Cleon... now, fully, you are one of us. And I give you welcome once more.'

Cleon smiles happily.

Solaron pats Cleon on his back.

Cordir says, 'As the close to the joining ceremony, I always Summon new members to the Tapestry of Fate'.

Boromir makes a complicated-looking gesture. Boromir draws a funny looking rune on Cleon.

Cordir says, 'Are you ready to enter your new home?'.

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 spear is stuck in the wall.
You see an Aarakocran-manufacture full-view helmet here.
(Magical) A beautiful elven long sword lies here.
An elven long sword lies here, dulled from the passage of time.
A gleaming badge is here.
A leather vest lies on the floor.
A beautifully engraved stone amulet lies here.
(Magical) You see a ring with a strange symbol on the floor.

Solaron is here.
(Light Cyan Aura) Boromir is here.
(Light Cyan Aura) Cleon is here.

Cleon nods.

Boromir makes a complicated-looking gesture.
Boromir draws a funny looking rune on Solaron.

Cleon says (in common), 'Eager, no less'.
Cordir raises her hand in a graceful gesture of summoning.
A glimmering light appears, and expands into a shining web-like Pattern.
Cordir steps through the Pattern Web, disappearing from the Chamber.

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

The Pattern fades into motes of light, scattered about the chamber.

Cleon arrives suddenly.
Boromir arrives suddenly.

Cleon smiles happily.

Boromir ftells, 'always liked flying air cordir'.

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