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Kethran accepts his Fate

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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) Kethran is here.
(Invis) (Light Cyan Aura) Noctus is here.

Kethran bows before Cordir.

Noctus ftells, 'would you like us to go down?'.
Noctus bows deeply.

Cordir says, 'I apologize for the delay'.

Cordir ftells, 'not yet'.
Noctus ftells, 'ok'.

Kethran hadn't noticed.
Kethran smiles happily.

Noctus grins happily.

Noctus took the D-tour *whistle self*

Kethran enjoyed it! :)

Cordir smiles slightly.
Cordir says, 'which detour?'.

Noctus says (in common), 'well I was kind of lost in town'.
Noctus says (in common), 'couldnt find the right exit'.

Cordir says, 'Ah...'.
Cordir says, 'SO the long way around.'.

Noctus grins happily.

Cordir grins slightly.

Noctus nods.

Cordir says, 'To business, then, gentlemen...'.

Noctus grins happily.

Cordir turns to Kethran, giving him her full attention.

Kethran utters the words, 'comprehend'.

Kethran smiles at Cordir.

Cordir says, 'Welcome to the Sigil Draktha, Kethran.'.

Noctus says (in common), 'Welcome'.

Kethran says (in common), 'Thank you.'.

Cordir says, 'There is a great deal of symbolism in this place... We gather here to give our strength to the ward beneath your feet. Please take a moment to look at it, now, if you have not already done so'.

l draktha
Pulsing red and black, the Sigil Draktha writhes and contorts before you, shifting in time the magical flow sealing N'Kai below. Briefly, the Sigil fades, and then resurges in power. The Sigil is weaker now than it once was. One day it will fail altogether ...

Cordir says, 'Do you see how the sigil fades and resurges?'.

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

Cordir says, 'That is much like hope itself... And much like the journey of the Chosen themselves. We stand between the light and the dark, both physically and metaphorically. A barrier against the rising tide of darkness.'.

Kethran beams a smile at Noctus.

Cordir says, 'Some cast themselves into danger more directly..'.

Cordir glances over at Her Blade.

Kethran nods.

Cordir says, 'Others, by acting in service to others.'.

Noctus smiles happily.

Cordir says, 'I ask folk to swear here, that their oaths give strength to Draktha.. That it can continue to hold back the darkness.'.

Kethran nods solemnly.

Cordir says, 'And to re-touch a very potent element of our Triat faith.'.

Noctus nods in recognition to Cordir.

Cordir says, 'Would you enter N'Kai with me?'.

Kethran says (in common), 'Yes.'.

Noctus says (in common), 'could I please go first?'.

Cordir ftells, 'Noctus, would you prepare the way'.

Cordir says, 'Please'.

Noctus says (in common), 'to prepare the room?'.

### Mireya has connected.

Noctus bows deeply.
Noctus leaves down.

Kethran smiles happily.

Cordir ftells, 'Hello, sweetling'.

Kethran says (in common), 'Your Blade certainly is zealous in his duties.'.

Cordir gestures downward.
Cordir smiles slightly.
Cordir nods.
Cordir says, 'He is.'.

Noctus ftells, 'Ok the room has been prepared'.

Mireya ftells, 'hello mother...how fare you this eve?'.
Cordir ftells, 'Accepting a new CHosen.'.

Cordir says, 'I am very proud of him.'.

Kethran says (in common), 'After you, Lady Cordir.'.
Kethran bows deeply.

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.

You are on Cordir's holy ground!

(Invis) (Light Cyan Aura) Noctus is here.

Kethran appears out of nowhere.

Cordir smiles slightly.
Cordir says, 'N'Kai the black.'.

Noctus ftells, 'Hiya Mireya, How are you today?'.
Mireya ftells, 'great to hear!!'.

Kethran smiles happily.

Cordir says, 'A place of testing...'.

Noctus rests.

Kethran says (in common), '(Well done, Cordir. :)'.

Cordir says, 'A forge of spirit and body'.

Kethran pokes himself in the ribs, looking very sheepish.

Mireya ftells, 'I'm very well someone. :)'.
Noctus ftells, 'Oh Noctus here :)'.

Kethran says (in common), 'ooc: I mean, Noctus. *doh*)'.

Cordir grins and nods.
Noctus grins happily.

Kethran apologizes.
Kethran says (in common), 'Continue, please, Lady Cordir.'.

Noctus says (in common), 'not needed at all'.

Cordir ftells, 'Solaron, how quickly can you meet us in N'Kai?'.
Mireya ftells, 'heya Noctus...:)'.
Solaron ftells, 'Quickly if needed.'.
Cordir ftells, 'It would be a very good thing.'.
Solaron ftells, '*nod* On my way.'.

Noctus looks at Kethran.

Cordir says, 'Here in N'Kai, death is a real possibility'.

Kethran nods.

Cordir says, 'Both from foes, and from the creatures that dwell here. I ask petitioners to come here as an act of faith'.

Kethran nods.

Cordir says, 'And trust - both in me, and their own abilities.'.

Kethran smiles happily.

Cordir says, 'The essence of the Chosen of Fate is faith.. Perseverance..'.
Cordir says, 'And a belief in something greater than themselves'.

Kethran nods.

Cordir says, 'Sacrifice, Knowledge, and Honor are also integral.'.

Kethran nods.

Cordir ftells, 'Hello, Ambrose!'.

who fate
5 players.

Hel [ Ma:13 ] Ambrose Dayne "Chosen Cartographer of Fate"
Hel [ Wa: 3 Cl:13 ] Mireya An-Shalach, daughter of FATE
Elf [ Cl:22 Wa:20 ] Solaron, Acolyte of Fate. Grimward/Blade/Aphrodite
Gno [ de Nachtwacht ] Noctus Chosen Blade of Fate *Explorers Society*
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] Cordir: Lady of Fate, Ebon Bard, Triat Master

Cordir says, 'Are these qualities that you feel you can support and embody?'.

Kethran says (in common), 'Yes, I believe I can, and do.'.

Cordir smiles slightly.
Cordir says, 'The Petitioners Quest helps to weed out those who do not have the perseverance to meet goals and challenges.'.

Kethran smiles happily.


Solaron appears out of nowhere.

Cordir says, 'Some requirements address the animating spirit - educating the individual soul.'.

Kethran beams a smile at Solaron.

Cordir says, 'Some address the incarna..'.

Kethran raises an eyebrow.

Cordir says, 'Helping to define the life that you live.'.

Solaron smiles happily.

Cordir says, 'When one ponders their own history and background.. one is forced to truly see yourself for who you are, and who you may yet become. That is why I ask that each Chosen send me the tale of their life.'.

Kethran smiles happily.

Cordir says, 'I have received yours and read it with pleasure.'.

Cordir holds up a short scroll.

Cordir ftells, 'Okay, Noctus and Solaron, I'm gonna do something different with Guardian tonight'.
Cordir ftells, 'And from now on.'.

Kethran mumbles something about it being too short....
Kethran chuckles, evidently amused.

Cordir says, 'That can always be improved upon'.

Cordir smiles slightly.

Solaron ftells, '*nod* ALright...'.
Noctus ftells, 'nod, please do'.
Cordir ftells, 'Rather than just having me 'whistle for guardian''.
Cordir ftells, 'would you guys be willing to do some sort of ritual, as Blade and Acolyte'.

Kethran smiles happily.

Cordir says, 'The page is long - only the writing is short.'.

Kethran smiles happily.
Kethran says (in common), 'Well put.'.

Noctus remembers another long page with few words.

Cordir ftells, 'To summon and ask her presence as Keeper, etc?'.
Noctus ftells, 'ok, *ponder*'.
Solaron ftells, 'sure...'.
Solaron ftells, 'Oooo, I've got an ebon scroll I can use for a part of it.'.
Noctus ftells, 'nod'.

Kethran beams a smile at Noctus.
Cordir beams a smile at Noctus.

Cordir says, 'You have far surpassed level 10, another requirement'.

Solaron gets an ebon scroll from bag made from pirate hide.

Noctus ftells, 'oh nice :)'.
Solaron ftells, 'I took it just for rping.'.
Cordir ftells, '( hint - the prayer you did when we called back the covenant was good) '.
Cordir ftells, 'perfect!'.

Cordir says, 'The next is having a sponsor'.

Cordir turns to Her Blade.

Kethran raises an eyebrow.

Noctus steps forward.

Kethran bows before Noctus.

Cordir says, 'Noctus, are you willing to sponsor Kethran?'.

Noctus bows deeply.

Noctus says (in common), 'I Noctus, Leader of the Blades of Fate'.
Noctus says (in common), 'Would be more than pleased to sponsor Kethran as our newest Chosen'.

Ambrose ftells, 'ok two questions now. If is how does one become a acolyte. Second what is the diffrence between them and blades?'.

Kethran thanks Noctus heartily.

### Gavin has connected.

Cordir says, 'Are you willing to teach him of the subtleties of our ways, and how to comport himself as a Chosen?'.

Cordir ftells, 'The Acolyte is a priestly calling.'.
Cordir ftells, 'It is very seperate from being a Blade'.
Mireya ftells, 'what is a blade?'.
Cordir ftells, 'A Blade of Fate is one who enters combat to defend and protect the Chosen.'.

Cordir tells Gavin, 'Howdy, Gavin. I'm accepting a new follower, if you'd like to watch, invis.'

Noctus says (in common), 'Yes it would be my pleasure to do so'.

Gavin steps through a rift in time and space.

Cordir smiles slightly.
Cordir says, 'Thank you, Noctus'.

Noctus says (in common), 'Not a problem at all'.

Cordir says, 'Kethran, Noctus will be your guide'.

Kethran says (in common), 'Yes, Thank you, Noctus. :)'.

Cordir says, 'In some ways, he is actually now responsible for your education in our mysteries and ways.'.

Kethran hopes Noctus hasn't gotten in over his head.

Cordir says, 'It is a responsibility that has never been taken lightly.'.

Noctus grins happily.

Cordir smiles at Noctus.

Noctus says (in common), 'I have't'.
Noctus says (in common), 'Haven't rather'.

Cordir says, 'Tranquility has also spoken for you, Kethran, and offered Sponsorship.'.

Ambrose ftells, 'Is all this stuff explained on the web page?'.
Solaron ftells, 'Not all of it...'.
Cordir ftells, 'Not in as much detail as it should - I'll try and remedy that later.'.
Solaron ftells, 'Much of it is learned here.'.
Solaron ftells, 'There is only one Handmaiden, and only one Acolyte, etc. There can be more then one Blade.'.

Kethran smiles happily.

Gavin looks at Kethran.

Cordir says, 'The quest also requires that a span of time be passed in the service of the Young. I have personal experience and knowledge of your service.'.

Kethran says (in common), 'ahh....the Tylorn entrance spam.'.

Treehugger gossips (in common), 'lost quite a bit there'.

Cordir says, 'And thus, have waived that requirement.'.

Kethran thanks Cordir heartily.

Ambrose ftells, 'Was just wondering if there was a mage calling equal to the acolyte.'.
Solaron ftells, 'There is a Mystic, a Handmaiden, a Shadow...'.
Cordir ftells, 'That may well be developed with your help, Ambrose'.
Ambrose ftells, 'See now I'm intrested in learning about all the diffrent title and what they intitle.'.
Ambrose ftells, '*BLUSH*'.
Solaron ftells, 'It takes a lot of RP, and a lot of dedication. *grin* '.
Ambrose ftells, 'Dont take this the wrong way but I did not join this following not to RP or work a little. ;}'.
Cordir ftells, '*grin*'.

Cordir says, 'Then ... there is Geasa'.
Cordir says, 'The oaths that bind us all together.'.

Kethran nods.

Cordir says, 'For that, I ask Solaron and Noctus to call the Guardian '.

Solaron nods.
Solaron steps forward, bearing the ebon scroll.

Solaron stops using a pair of leaf mail gloves.
Solaron wears (Flickering) (Tattooed) the Sigil Draktha on his hands.

Kethran smiles happily.

Cordir tells Solaron, '(perfect - that's the sort of thing that has dramatic impact and looks gooooooood)'.

Solaron says (in common), 'In the Name of the Triat, the Wyld, Weaver and Wyrm, I entreat the Guardian for it's presence.'.

Noctus bows before Solaron.

Something shifts and moves in the darkness.

Solaron prays, 'Thanks, I'm tryin... *grin*'.

Solaron nods in recognition to Noctus.

Solaron ftells, 'your turn Noctus!'.
Solaron ftells, 'Say somethin' spiffy like.'.

Kethran looks towards the darkness with a slight shiver.

Noctus Looks into the shadows and calls forth the Guardian.

You sense a presence, ancient and powerful.

Noctus says (in common), 'He who looks over us, please let yourself be seen'.

Solaron puts an ebon scroll in bag made from pirate hide.

The first segments of a pair of enormous, black chitinous legs emerge from the darkness.

Kethran looks towards the legs.

Solaron swallows loudly.

Another pair of legs....
Then a massive body emerges...

Noctus takes a small step back.

The largest black widow spider you have ever seen emerges.
It is colossal, filling the cavern.

Noctus bows before the Guardian Spider.

The spider bows, first to the Lady Weaver..
Then it bows to an Unseen presence..

Gavin looks at Solaron.

And lastly before the Ordained and the Acolyte

Solaron winces faintly, touching two holes in his armor, above the breast.
Solaron bows before the Guardian.

Kethran bows before the Guardian Spider.

The spider's eyes seem to glitter with humor as it looks upon the Acolyte.

Solaron shivers uncomfortably.
Solaron steps back hastily.

You would swear you heard something murmur, 'Ah, my favorite tasty morstle.'

Solaron coughs.

Kethran shivers uncomfortably.

Solaron says (in common), 'Erm.'.

Noctus rests.
Noctus cringes in terror!

Solaron says (in common), 'We have a petitioner, Guardian.'.
Solaron coughs.

Kethran hopes the voice spoke of Solaron!

Solaron sniffs sadly at the way Kethran is treating him.
Solaron nods in recognition to Kethran.

Noctus remembers gnome soup.

Kethran comforts Solaron.

The Guardian Spider says (in ancient Thoras), 'And what was I called to witness, Acolyte of the Three?'

Solaron looks at Kethran.

Noctus cringes in terror!

Solaron says (in common), 'You were called to witness the Geasa and Entrance of this, Kethran....'.
Solaron says (in common), 'And to bind his Geasa in the name of the Weaver and the Triat.'.

The Guardian Spider says (in ancient Thoras), 'Then let the Oaths be spoken, and Witnessed, and Woven.'

Cordir tells Gavin, '( Whatcha think so far?)'.
Gavin tells Cordir, 'This is quite the ceremony.'.
Cordir tells Gavin, '*grin* '.
Gavin tells Cordir, 'Never seen something like it for an entrance into a following.'.
Cordir tells Gavin, 'it has grown and become more ritualized over time.'.
Gavin tells Cordir, '*Smile*'.
Cordir tells Gavin, 'I wanted to make it a big deal to join the Chosen. Not many do. So we make it special. Momentus.'.

Kethran looks from Noctus to Cordir, wondering if now is the time.

Cordir nods in recognition to Kethran.
Noctus nods in recognition to Kethran.

The spider snaps its jaws impatiently.
The Guardian Spider says (in ancient Thoras), 'You realize, do you not, that I get to EAT anyone who disturbs my rest that does not so swear?'

Kethran says (in common), 'I vow to never destroy any equipment with positive effects, rather, I will always offer it to the Chosen, or place it into the donation pit'.

Solaron says (in common), 'Whew.'.

The spider seems vaguely disappointed to hear a Geas spoken.

Kethran shivers uncomfortably.
Kethran attempts to speak more quickly.

The spider nods, albeit reluctantly.

Noctus thinks that must have been just in time.

The Guardian Spider says (in ancient Thoras), 'Witnessed.'

Cordir nods.
Cordir says, 'Witnessed'.

Solaron nods.

Cordir ftells, '(feel free to witness each as well)'.

Solaron says (in common), 'Witnessed.'.

Kethran says (in common), 'second, I vow to never drink from any source, in order to quench my thirst, other than from a fresh, clear spring.'.

The Guardian Spider says (in ancient Thoras), 'Witnessed.'

Noctus bows deeply.

The Guardian Spider snickers softly and says (in ancient Thoras), 'Carefully worded. Wise.'

Solaron says (in common), 'Witnessed.'.

Cordir glances at the spider reproachfully.
Cordir says, 'Witnessed.'.

Kethran says (in common), 'Third'.
Kethran says (in common), 'I vow to identify equipment for the Chosen, as quickly as I might return from my explorations, whenever they ask (unless I am leaving'.
Kethran says (in common), 'the realm, when they ask)'.

Maldobar cants, '# [Kethran says (in common), 'I vow to identify equipment for the Chosen, as quickly as I might return from my explorations, whenever they ask (unless I '.
Maldobar cants, 'funny :>'.
Galaphile cants, 'unless?'.
Galaphile cants, ';)'.
Cordir cants, 'I'm sorry you find folk actually attempting to roleplay rather than simply PK to be 'funny'.'.

The spider tilts its massive head to one side.
Noctus bows deeply.

The Guardian Spider snickers softly and says (in ancient Thoras), 'What, not the entire world?'

Kethran shivers uncomfortably.

Solaron says (in common), 'Witnessed. *smirk*'.

Kethran says (in common), 'I am unsure I wish to make sure a....time consuming....vow, at this time...'.

Cordir says, 'Witnessed.'.

Noctus nods.

Cordir turns to the Guardian Spider.

Noctus says (in common), 'Wise choice, the Guardian cannot ask for the impossible'.

Cordir says, 'Guardian, the Geasa have been Spoken and Witnessed...'.
Cordir says, 'Let them now be Woven.'.

Solaron ftells, 'Lady? I'm needed for cures in the Guild.'.
Cordir ftells, 'Go ahead.'.
Cordir ftells, 'step north'.
Solaron leaves north.
Solaron disappears suddenly.
Solaron ftells, 'Thanks!'.
Cordir ftells, 'sure'.

Cordir says, 'pardon that interruption.'.

All around you, a thunderous roar shakes you to your very bones.
The Great Pattern shatters into your awareness...
The sum of all lives, places, things, events, all of existance itself...
The spider climbs up into it, shrinking in size as it does so...
And it begins to Weave...
As the Spider weaves, you spy one thread that calls to you..

Kethran looks towards the thread.

And you recognize your own life being added to a greater Aspect of that Pattern...

Kethran smiles broadly.

Cordir gestures, and the sight of the Pattern fades....

Cordir says, 'Kethran, the moment has come.'.
Cordir says, 'If you still wish it...'.

Kethran looks towards Cordir.

Gavin tells Cordir, 'Tense *wipes his brow*'.

Cordir says, 'If you still desire in your heart to become one of the Chosen...'.
Cordir says, 'Kneel before Me and give Me your hands.'.

Kethran nods slowly.

Kethran kneels before Cordir and places his hands in hers.

Cordir takes Kethran's hands between her own.
The gesture is ages-old..
A liege accepting fealty....

Cordir says, 'Kethran, do you vow upon your honor to uphold the laws of this Realm...'.
Cordir says, 'And bide the instructions of its Immortals '.
Cordir says, 'So long as they are lawfully given?'.

Kethran says (in common), 'I swear to do these things.'.

Noctus smiles happily.

Cordir says, 'Kethran, will you swear to uphold the Codes and Dictates of My Chosen of Fate?'.
Cordir says, 'And abide the instructions of My Ordained and Taoiseach Council?'.
Cordir says, 'So long as they are lawfully given?'.

Kethran says (in common), 'I swear to do these things.'.

Cordir smiles quietly.
Cordir says, 'And ...'.
Cordir says, 'Most importantly...'.

Kethran raises an eyebrow.

Cordir says, 'Will you swear to fulfil your destiny... becoming... growing... changing.. persevering..'.
Cordir says, 'And to thine own self, remaining true?'.

Kethran smiles slightly.
Kethran says (in common), 'I swear to do this.'.

Cordir says, 'Then, Kethran, I bid you give me your oath.'.

Cordir gazes down into Kethran's uplifted eyes.

Noctus says (in common), 'You may now Worship Lady Cordir'.

Kethran now worships you!

Noctus stands up.

Even the air around you seems to shiver for a moment.

You have accepted Kethran into your following.

Cordir says, 'Welcome, Kethran!'.

Gavin tells Cordir, 'Can I cheer for him?'.
Cordir tells Gavin, 'yes'.

Noctus ftells, 'Grats Kethran and Welcome to the following !'.

Cordir gossips, 'Congratulations, and welcome to the Chosen of Fate, Kethran!'.

Kethran tells Cordir (in common), '*chuckle* I tried to say something deep, but it just kept sounding stupid, so I gave up on it.'.
Cordir tells Kethran, '*grin* Not a problem!'.

Solaron ftells, 'Welcome!'.
Kethran ftells, '*smile* Thank you all.'.
Cordir ftells, 'Welcome!'.

Solaron gossips (in common), 'Welcome!'.
Noctus gossips (in common), 'All Welcome Kethran!'.

Gavin unleashes a hailstorm of confetti that fills the caverns of N'Kai.

Grimace gossips (in common), 'gratz'.

Tylorn gossips (in common), 'poor guy'.

Gavin enthusiastically cheers Kethran to victory.

Montresor gossips (in common), 'gratz'.

Manx gossips (in common), 'gratz'.

Katana gossips (in common), 'gratz kethran '.

Maldobar shouts (in common), 'PRAISE LORD NASH! MAY HE GIVE ME THE STRENGTH TO DESTROY ALL FOUL, NON-BELIEVERS'.

Gavin gossips, 'Gratz, Kethran'.

Kethran gossips (in common), 'Thank you all.'.

Tylorn shouts (in common), 'PRAISE LORD NASH!!!'.

Galaphile shouts (in elven), 'Celebrate Christmas in who-ville with who-hash!'.

Cordir tells Galaphile, '*grin*'.

Tsumemasa gossips (in common), 'Gratz kethran'.

Cordir smiles slightly.

Noctus gossips (in common), 'Thank you all who respected this moment *bow*'.

Kethran thanks Cordir heartily.
Kethran thanks Noctus heartily.

Cordir assists Kethran to rise to his feet.

Noctus enthusiastically cheers Kethran to victory.

Cordir says, 'As part of your formal welcome into the Chosen...'.

Kethran stands tall and proud.

Cordir ftells, 'Noctus, would you let the spell fade'.
Noctus bows deeply.
Noctus leaves north.

Cordir says, 'Once the spell fades, I'll summon us all to the temple.'.

Kethran smiles happily.
Kethran nods.

Cordir ftells, 'Spell is still here, Noctus'.
Noctus ftells, 'it will drop in a litte'.
Cordir ftells, 'Chosen, would you gather in the Temple to welcome Kethran?'.

Noctus ftells, 'My pleasure'.
Noctus ftells, 'is the spell still there?'.

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 and disappears from the chamber.

Within The Tapestry of Fate
[Exits: north up
]
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.
(Light Cyan Aura) (White Aura) Mireya is here.
(Light Cyan Aura) Solaron is here.
(Light Cyan Aura) Ordeith is here.

c sum kethran
Kethran arrives suddenly.

Kethran bows deeply.

c sum Noctus
Noctus arrives suddenly.

Ordeith bows before Kethran.

Kethran smiles at Cordir.
Cordir smiles slightly.

Kethran beams a smile at Ordeith.

Noctus bows deeply.

Kethran beams a smile at Solaron.
Noctus smiles happily.
Kethran beams a smile at Mireya.

Cordir says, 'Welcome to your new home.'.

Solaron grins happily.

Mireya smiles happily.

Cordir tells Gavin, 'you're welcome to come in and see the rest.'

Katana arrives from the north.

Kethran looks around, completely satisfied.

Mireya says (in common), 'hello Kethran'.

Gavin steps through a rift in time and space.
Gavin smiles happily.

Cordir says, 'The holy symbol of the Chosen of Fate is a tattoo, Kethran.'.
Cordir says, 'Where upon your body do you wish it placed?'.

Kethran raises his hand, pointing to his left breast.
Kethran says (in common), 'with pride, and honor, Lady Cordir.'.

Cordir says, 'Then please remove your garment covering the spot.'.

Gavin looks at Kethran.

Cordir withdraws a gleaming silver dagger from a bag of Yochlol hide.

Ordeith looks at Kethran.

Kethran stops using a dragon scale shirt.

Cordir uses the dagger to slash her palm.

Mireya whistles at the sight of Kethran.

Kethran raises an eyebrow.

Blood wells forth in Her palm, concealing the dozens of scars that mark Her hand.

Noctus grins happily.

Cordir turns to Her Ordained and Her Acolyte.

Noctus tries to cure the wound, but
Noctus says (in common), 'oops'.

Cordir smiles wryly at Noctus.

Noctus holds out his hand.

Cordir says, 'Not yet, Noctus.'.

Cordir nicks Noctus's hand with the blade.

Solaron stops using a pair of leaf mail gloves.
Solaron holds his hand out, palm up.

Noctus suddenly realizes his mistake and slaps himself.

Three drops only drip forth, and join the pool in Her hand.

Cordir says, 'Sorry about your glove, Noctus.'.
Cordir says, 'The knife is sharp.'.

Noctus says (in common), 'Time and an aching shoulder hindered my thinking'.
Noctus says (in common), 'Sorry'.

Cordir turns to her Acolyte.

Kethran looks at Noctus.
Ordeith looks at Noctus.

The Sigil upon Solaron's hand flares.

Noctus smiles happily.

Kethran notices the hole in the scale mail thinking to himself....yes....sharp knife.

Cordir reaches out with the knife and touches it to the glowing Sigil.
Three glowing drops of blood spring forth.
They fall to join the blood in the Lady's hand.

Solaron smiles happily.

Cordir uses the blade to mix the blood - Immortal, Ordained, and Acolyte.

Solaron wears a pair of leaf mail gloves on his hands.
Solaron smiles happily.

The sanguine fluid glows softly, enriched with magic and ritual.

Cordir steps closer to Kethran, and murmurs, 'Are you ready? This _will_ hurt.'

Kethran says (in common), 'Yes, I am ready.'.

Cordir nods.

Kethran takes a deep breath.

Noctus stands ready with curative aids.

Solaron steadies Kethran.

Cordir re-wets the dagger in the bloody ink, then begins to craft the Ward on his chest.

Pain flares throughout your body.

Toa arrives from the north.

Cordir bites her lip, but carefully continues.

Kethran shudders.

Under Her hand, the symbol of the Chosen takes shape.
The slashing lines and arching support structure of a Web forms.

Cordir works quickly and carefully.

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

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

Cordir takes a breath, and steps back.
Cordir smiles slightly.

Gavin looks at Kethran.

Kethran looks towards Noctus.

Ordeith is so excited that he cheers just for the hell of it.

Cordir closes Her hand.

Noctus smiles happily.
Noctus utters the words, 'heal'.

There is a flash of bright light.
Cordir opens her hand, and one more scar adds to the network of marks on Her hand.

Kethran smiles happily.
Solaron smiles happily.

Cordir says, 'Welcome...'.

Kethran says (in common), 'Thank you, Lady Cordir (and, Noctus!)'.

Cordir says, 'NOW you are truly marked one of us.'.

Mireya says (in common), 'wow!! Nice work mom'.

Noctus tries to cure the immortal wounds, but has no remedies.

Mireya smiles happily.

Kethran bows deeply.

Ordeith tries to break dance, but nearly breaks his neck!

Cordir smiles and says, 'Noctus, your faith is a greater healer than any spell.'.
Cordir says, 'Your devotion a great curative.'.

Noctus smiles happily.

Noctus says (in common), 'I am glad to hear that'.

Cordir says, 'Kethran, may I introduce... My daughter, Mireya An'Shalach'.

Kethran places his dragon skin shirt on without buttoning the buttons in order to show the Covenant more clearly.

Cordir tells Gavin, '*grin* THAT is how someone joins the Chosen.'.
Gavin tells Cordir, '*grovel*'.
Gavin tells Cordir, 'That was crazy.'.

Mireya says (in common), 'pleased to meet you as well Kethran'.

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