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A Night of Wyld Praise


You lay your head down upon its pillow. You watch the fires dance in the fireplace. The flames flickering at a mesmerizing pace, slowly greeting you into sleep...

A distant giggle startles you. Standing you look about you, nothing but an inky blackness surrounds you. A spark of light erupts a bit before you...starting to sprint you head towards it, weapons unsheathed, or a spell prepared. You step into the light only to see.

The Sanctuary of Fate
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The breathtaking loveliness of a midnight shadowed garden embraces you. The night sky is filled with stars... no, not stars, but strands of light which shimmer at the edges of sight. The soft call of unseen birds provides sweet melody to please the ear and the low hoot of an owl echoes out of the trees. A thick tangle of web-shrouded briar roses marks the boundaries of the area and every conceivable variety of flower blooms within, despite the darkness. Here and there, care has been taken to create gathering places in the glade, from an intimate nook of soft, thick moss beneath a veiling willow tree, to a low, gentle dell where a large group could rest in comfort. Each cardinal point is marked by its own unique archway. Ebon flames beckon within a trio of them, and the fourth is sealed by an enormous spiderweb. At the heart of the clearing is a large round seal of orichalcum.
A small weaving loom is barely visible amidst the trees.
(Intense Light Green Aura) Clue is here.
(Light Cyan Aura) Solaron is here.
(Invis 70) (Intense Light Cyan Aura) [GS] Cordir is here.
(Light Cyan Aura) Nyx is here.
(Light Cyan Aura) Katrana is here.
(Hide) A distressingly large, shiny black spider weaves webs here.

Katrana glances to you, obviously irritated.

Katrana hisses, "You are late. I have no patience for this!"

Solaron looks to Katrana and smirks.

Solaron looks to you.

Solaron says (in common), 'Love, they are here now, so let us start. This night is to be fun.'

Katrana nods, still looking rather upset.

Katrana walks to the center of the Sanctuary.

Ghostly flames of black swirl up, flowing over the ground like mist.
The fires dance with joy at the presence of the Grand Shamaness.
They swirl around her in a column of black light, welcoming her.
The sound of a crow screaming in the shadows heralds their departure.

Solaron walks to the center of the Sanctuary.

Brilliant sunlight shatters the sky, driving the clouds away.
A single beam of glowing light pierces your vision.
The light illuminates the presence of an Elf, who glows with power ...
... and arrogance!!

Katrana says (in common), 'Tonight we start the second meeting in a series of three Fateful Hours, over a course of three months.'

Solaron says (in common), 'We will dedicate each of these to one specific Aspect of the Triat.'
Solaron says (in common), 'Tonight we give Praise and Thanks to the Wyld.'
Solaron looks to Katrana
Solaron says (in common), 'Katrana, as Handmaiden of the Wyld, please, explain to us what this Aspect is truly about.'
Solaron sits down.

Katrana's shears start to drip with a crimson fluid that falls to her already stained sandals.
Katrana smiles happily, ignoring the growing pool of blood.

A gentle breeze slowly stirs your hair.

Katrana says (in common), 'The Wyld. Complete Chaos.'
Katrana says (in common), 'At one moment calm as a peaceful serene lake, the next a raging hurricane within the ocean.'
Katrana says (in common), 'No one can truly understand the Wyld and its being.'
Katrana says (in common), 'For once you believe you know what it is about, it changes.'
Katrana smiles Wyldly
Katrana says (in common), 'I believe that the Bardric Circle was not held this month due to a Praise night for the Wyrm'
Katrana says (in common), 'I had written a poem for it, but it is better I read it tonight.'
Katrana says (in common), 'I believe it holds a lesson; one I try to get others to understand'

Katrana walks to where she was sitting and picks up a crimson scroll
Katrana holds the scroll before her
Katrana clears her throat

Katrana reads, 'An inky blackness from below,'
Katrana reads, 'Shifts and rises to and fro,'
Katrana reads, 'A crowded forest right in sight,'
Katrana reads, 'A spark erupts, a blinding light,'
Katrana reads, 'Fire, and chaos, Wyld's friend,'
Katrana reads, 'A storm draws near a fire's end,'
Katrana reads, 'Sleeting rain and brimstone fall,'
Katrana reads, 'Rage of Chaos, the Wyld's call,
Katrana reads, 'The sun arises to shed light round,'
Katrana reads, 'New growth appears upon the ground,'
Katrana reads, 'A continuous cycle has been shown,'
Katrana reads, 'Creation, Destruction, the Wyld's own'

Katrana grins Wyldly.

Katrana says (in common), 'A lesson to remember... the cutting of Threads is not the only act the Wyld does'
Katrana says (in common), 'However, something many of you may not know..'
Katrana says (in common), 'You have all heard of Wyldlings...a mortal born into this world, yes?'
Katrana says (in common), 'They change not only things or events around them, but also themselves.'

A gust of wind stirs the leaves, then a deafening clap of thunder startles you.

Katrana looks to the sky, and mumbles about storms arising when she speaks of them.

Another peal of thunder rumbles through the sky.

Katrana says (in common), 'Perhaps I should try to control this weather, I really do not wish to speak over the thunder.

Katrana utters the words, 'control weather'

A bolt lightning strikes the pool of water, and you hear the Tainted's laughter.

Katrana grumbles and kicks the dirt

Katrana yells to the sky, 'That should have worked!'

Katrana nods calmly and says in a whisper, to whom you do not know, 'Yes.'

Katrana unsheathes her shears grasping it firmly in her hand

Katrana extends her arms toward the Heavens as if ready to accept oblivion

A small bolt of crimson lightning strikes Katrana's shears.

Katrana stands before you, eyes shifting from color to color, never repeating the same twice.

Solaron looks to Cordir with a worried expression crossing his face.

Cordir remains impassive, watching silently..
.. yet you note the Lady's hand does not stray from the shuttle at her belt.

A crimson bolt of lightning strikes Katrana, with smaller bolts extending toward the Chosen.

A hooded figure stands where Katrana was but a moment prior.

An Aspect of the Wyld cackles.
An Aspect of the Wyld looks over at Solaron with a smirk.
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'You...You keep the Shamaness' sanity intact.'
An Aspect of the Wyld cackles, 'You fear what is before you, don't you?'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'Is it fear that this One is not contained in a Circle of Protection?'
An Aspect of the Wyld hisses, 'Or fear of something else?'

Cordir looks to her Chosen present, then to their Threads within the Pattern.
Cordir's fingers move in a complicated pattern of gestures.
Cordir weaves a Web of Protection around the Aspect.

An Aspect of the Wyld shrugs, as if it had no cares in the world.

An Aspect looks to Cordir and says, 'You worry for the Threads of your Chosen, Weaver?'

An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'It is not their time according to the Pattern.'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'If it was, they would have been cut by now and have met their Rebirth.'

An Aspect of the Wyld cackles.

The Aspect turns back to Solaron.
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'The Wyrm was correct, you still have learning to do, perhaps it is not about yourself.'

Cordir nods in agreement.
Cordir says, 'There are many things as of yet that have no been revealed to Mortals.'
Cordir says, 'And many that should not yet be revealed.'
Cordir coolly arches an eyebrow at the Aspect, her expression annoyed.

An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'That is in the future - you are correct. Let us move on to other topics.'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'I will not bother to rehash old lessons, as my Sister the Wyrm has done.'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'Instead, for the benefit of those new to the following…'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, '…and perhaps even those stalwart souls, I give you knowledge, and perhaps a new view.'

An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'What is the Wyld?'

An Aspect of the Wyld looks at each of you in turn, then laughs mockingly.

An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'You each think you know. In your head, you have preconceived notions of what we are.'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'How we act. Why we do what we do.'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'And perhaps, in ways, you are correct. But in many, many, you are mistaken.'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'Your Lady Weaver... she has seen, has woven, myriad, perhaps infinite realities.'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'We as the Triat have infinite histories.'

A flood of images pass through your mind's eye..
Many faces, many mortal incarnations..
They fly by, blinding.. ending with that of a familiar giant.. and a Lady.

The Aspect's image shimmers for a moment.

The image of a red-aura'd giant says, 'We have lived eons in perfect harmony, the world spinning in control.'

An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'We have warred violently, nearly destroying the Pattern and the Tapestry.'

The Aspect's image shimmers for a moment.

The reflection in the pool whispers, 'We have loved each other as siblings. We have hated each other as enemies.'

The Lady and the Drow exchange a long, silent glance.

The Aspect's image shimmers for a moment.

An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'I, the Wyld, represent unlimited, boundless potential. Sheer energy!'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'Your Lady Weaver, she uses the energy and potential provided by myself, and gives it form.'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'That sounds very good, eh?'

The Aspect smirks.

An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'But imagine a world where my essence, that of nature, constantly wars with that of the Weaver..'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'She who embodies logical growth and order..'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'Luckily for us the Wyrm provides Balance.'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'The Wyrm provides a way for the Weaver and the Wyld to be checked in Power..'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'else the limitless potential of the Wyld forever war with the FORM and logic that is the Weaver.'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'Yes, unlike popular belief, it is not *I* who bring Death. Oh, I cut the threads...'

The Aspect's image shimmers for a moment, taking on the appearance of an Ebon Hand Shaman.

An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'but were it not for the presence of the Wyrm, nothing would come of it.'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'The Wyrm's PURPOSE is to allow a form to be removed,'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'once it has served its purpose - and then grant it a Rebirth.'

An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'Note something interesting: None of us can do our purposes or functions without the other.'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'I need your Lady Weaver to give my energy form.'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'She needs me for the energy. And we both need the Wyrm to replenish those sources.'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'Ah, I have never been good at teaching. Or lessons.'

An Aspect of the Wyld suddenly nods to the Blades present.
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'To the Blades, you have this One's Blessing. You protect your Chosen well...'

An Aspect of the Wyld lifts the shears stained with crimson and smiles viciously.

An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'You cut the Threads of enemies well for being untrained Children.'

An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'To the Hands, you have this One's Blessing.'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'You also protect your Chosen, perhaps not with the stains of crimson on your blades..
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'but with the destruction of your enemies security.'

An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'To the Mystics, you have this One's Blessing.'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'Aiding spirits in that great Change that permits them either action, or peace, or rebirth.'

An Aspect of the Wyld smiles slightly.

The once stormy weather now calms, revealing a much brighter landscape.

An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'To those who aid the youth of the Realm.'
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'You have this One's Blessing, for you are helping create a foundation for those who are our future.'

An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'To those who sacrifice much to help 'discover' new lands, you have this One's Blessing.'
An Aspect of the Wyld sheds a single bloody tear.

An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'You bring this One joy and happiness with the creation and destruction you cause.'

The sky darkens suddenly, bolts of lightning strike cloud to cloud.

An Aspect of the Wyld cackles.
An Aspect of the Wyld says, 'You all have this One's Protection.'

An inky blackness rises from where Aspect was, and slinks away.

With the blackness gone, you see Katrana sitting on the ground, giggling and talking to herself.

Katrana looks up and grins Wyldly, then looks to the ground where her stained shears lie.
Katrana whispers, 'Yes, yes, it is a pretty day for a bloodbath.'
Katrana giggles.
Katrana whispers, 'Whose Thread shall be cut?'
Katrana throws her head back and cackles insane with glee.

Solaron turns slowly to Cordir with tears in his eyes, obviously trembling.

Cordir places a hand on Solaron's cheek, and whispers, 'She will be alright.' She nods reassuringly.
Cordir steps behind Katrana, laying a light hand upon the gnome's shoulders.

Katrana whispers in a chant, 'Counting lives like grains of sand..'
Katrana whispers in a chant, 'Countless fall beneath her hand..'
Katrana whispers in a chant, 'Rebirth comes to fallen souls..'
Katrana whispers in a chant, 'Chaos is where the Wyld goes..'
Katrana looks to those present and giggles insanely.

Cordir utters the word, 'Sanity'
Cordir whispers to Katrana, 'You did well, to speak of such things with the binding so new.. sleep well Wyldess.'

Cordir places a hand upon Katrana's head and whispers something softly.

Katrana collapses slowly to the ground.

Solaron rushes to her side, with tears streaking down his face.

Solaron looks to the Chosen present.
Solaron says (in common), 'She's tired that's all. Like me, after I hold an Aspect. She wasn't really acting that way.'
Solaron strokes Katrana's black mane delicately.
Solaron says (in common), 'She was tired.'
Solaron nods to himself.
Solaron stands slowly, muttering to himself.

Solaron says (in common), 'I should see you all off, back to where you came.'

Solaron carefully picks up a scroll that lay beside him.

Solaron reads the scroll his elven features suddenly change from concern to deep concentration.

A blackness takes the atmosphere of the Sanctuary, with a familiar light appearing before you.

Once again you sprint through the light, only to awake with a jerk, realizing that it was just a dream..or was it?

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