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File:Cursed circus.png

2013-02-18T01:56:18Z

Aoide: Aoide uploaded a new version of "File:Cursed circus.png"

Tiren's Rock

2012-09-24T19:10:54Z

Aoide: uploaded map

{{Info area
|name = Tiren's Rock
|type = Racial City
|for_race = [[Sahuagin]]
|author = [[Kerriariadne|TheBooga]]
|install_date =
|removal_date =
|location = Ocean/Islands
}}

== Area Lore/Back Story ==

== General Information/Trivia ==
* Tiren's Rock is currently the only available Home Town for the Sahuagin race.

== Player Provided Information ==

== Maps ==
[[File:Tirens.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Tiren's Rock: Map by [[Soloban]]]]
[[File:Tirens.png|200px|thumb|left|Tiren's Rock: Map by [[Aoide]]]]

[[Category:Places]]
[[Category:Ocean/Islands]]
[[Category:Racial City]]

Aoide's Triat Mastery

2012-09-24T19:09:46Z

Aoide:

== Trials for the Wyrm: ==

Seeking the places, things, and essences of the dead:
* Find the ghost of a key and the door it opens.
* Find the ghostly campfire and the place it rests in.
* Obtain a crown of ghostly flowers and retain it for the remainder of your quest. Should it be lost, regain it.
* Map the Dream Realm and share it with the realm: '''[[The Dream Realm]]'''
* Map the Caves of the Spirit and share it with the realm: '''[[Caves of the Spirit]]'''
* Create a Mobmastery list of 30 creatures who are 'dead': zombies, ghosts, specters, spirits, etc (static loaded mobs) and share it with the realm: '''[[Dead Mobmastery targets]]'''
* Find and document 30 rooms in which 'ghost', 'ghostly,' 'spirit,' 'haunt' or other undead references are found: '''[[Rooms of the Undead]]'''
* Create and perform your Final Bardic Council offering. The topic should be appropriate to your Trial: '''[[Aoide - Level 30 Bard Review]]'''
== Trials for the Wyld: ==

Trial #1: Seek out the unsettled spirits of the realm, and give them peace. For these tasks, you are permitted the company of no more than two of the Reborn and any number of the undead. Also, map the lands these creatures inhabit and share it with the realm.:
* the ghost of a coachman: '''[[Death of a coachman|The death of a coachman]]''' / '''[[The Cursed Circus]]'''
* Mbaka the Shaman Spirit: '''[[The Death of Mbaka|The death of Mbaka]]''' / '''[[The Great Plains]]'''
* The shade of So'shalktiren: '''[[The death of the shade]]''' / '''[[Tiren's Rock]]'''

Trial #2: Slay the following:
* a grisly bard -
* Baird - '''[[The Death of Baird (Aoide's Triat Mastery Quest)|The death of Baird]]'''
* Nevyn - '''[[The death of Nevyn]]'''

Trial #3: Cut a Thread. '''[[Aoide kills Daisy]]'''

== Trials for the Weaver: ==

Sacrifice #1: The sacrifice of a life of joyfulness. Suffer willing rebirth at the hand of the Wyldess, becoming a ghost: maintaining constant invisibility and hide, refraining from public channels, and expressing no gladness in song or laughter (via emote or social): '''[[Aoide Becomes a Ghost]]'''

Sacrifice #2: The sacrifice of the company of the living. Keep the company only of the dead and Reborn, specifically zombies you yourself create, or those who come before you recently Reborn and naked but for three items (one of which may be a weapon). Also, you may not seek restful sleep in the company of the living.

Sacrifice #3: The sacrifice of free will. No aid may be given to any other for its duration; no other task taken up. Not a retrieval of a corpse, not the collection of gold, not the gifting of spells for a purpose not linked to your task.

[[category:Quests]]
[[Category:Triat References]]

2012-08-25T03:29:39Z

Aoide:

{{Info area
|name = Rowen Docks
|type =
|for_race =
|author = [[Wish]]
|install_date =
|removal_date =
|location = [[Outland Frontier]]
}}

== Area Lore/Back Story ==

== General Information/Trivia ==

== Player Provided Information ==
The Great Plains are located at the Southern end of the [[Southern Sava River]]

== Maps ==
* Players carrying enough weight will sink below the no exit mud hole (portion unmapped)
[[File:GreatPlains.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Map of The Great Plains [[Soloban]]]]
[[File:Great_plains.jpg|200px|thumb|left|The Great Plains: Map by [[Aoide]]]]
[[Category:Places]]
[[Category:Outland Frontier]]

2012-06-22T03:23:54Z

Aoide:

Rooms of the Undead

2012-06-19T16:13:56Z

Aoide:

{|class="wikitable sortable"
|-
! <nowiki>#</nowiki>
! Area/Zone
! Room Description
|-
|1.
|[[Chapel Catacombs]]
|
'''Entrance to the Forbidden Catacombs''' 
[Exits: north east south west up] 
You have entered the forbidden catacombs. This cave system must have been 
built long ago. The air is dank and smells of something dead ... or maybe 
undead. Enter here at your own risk ... something evil abides. 
|-
|2.
|[[Chapel Catacombs]]
|
'''The Lower Chambers and Tombs of the Undead''' 
[Exits: north] 
This room has been totally hollowed out and smoothed, and a pit has been 
drilled in the center of the floor. There are extensive gruesome paintings 
of beasts and monsters terrorizing the countryside; vampires sucking the 
blood of beasts and humans alike. 
|-
|3.
|[[Chapel Catacombs]]
|
'''The Shrine of Cristis''' 
[Exits: south] 
Different than the rest, this place has not been desecrated. An altar still 
stands here and the walls show scenes from the life of Cristis the Kind, 
a ruler of the outlying regions west of Midgaard. There is a stone staircase 
leading down. The Ghost of Cristis the Kind stands here. 
|-
|4.
|[[Chapel Catacombs]]
|
'''The Grand Hall of Kings''' 
[Exits: north east west] 
A long hallway stretches east and west. On the southern side of the hall 
there are many doors, each with the name of a king who has died and is 
entombed here. The hallway is beautiful yet chilling. Even though the area 
has been kept well by acolytes, there remains a stench of the undead. 
|-
|5.
|[[Sanguinna & The Keep]]
|
'''The Haven of Spriti''' 
[Exits: north east] Suddenly, you find yourself in a haven where the feeling of peace surrounds you. The denizens of this land huddle together here in groups, bathing in the soft white glow of a candelabra atop a plain pine table. Behind it stands a spirit that is entranced in uttering blessings. As the bell tolls in the distance, a wave of smiles breaks through the huddled throngs of people. Then, some stand, nod at Spriti, and leave. As soon as they reach the edge of candelabra's range, they appear to lose what consciousness they had and begin their wanderings again. As they leave, others arrive. The arrivals smile with evident relief, huddle down beside loved ones, and cry softly as smiles light their lips as each toll of the bell sounds out. 
|-
|6.
|[[Sanguinna & The Keep]]
|
'''Base of the Oak''' 
[Exits: west up] A gnarled ancient oak towers above the ground here. Several thousand years old and glowing with a soft white aura its width is that of at least four men standing side by side. You feel the presence of a great peace here, and of powerful spirits. A tombstone lies here next to an unblemished sardonyx altar. 
|-
|7.
|[[Sanguinna & The Keep]]
|
'''The West Mural Room''' 
>[Exits: east] The walls of this room are covered with moving images. Their stories are locked within the murals that have been painted onto them, and as you watch in fascination, you can see the images shift and move about... telling their story as it happened, so many many ages ago. l mural You see images of hunters and hunted, fierce battles and the cries of enemies. You see undead lords vying for power, and the presence of chaotic tigers and bears and a mass of fools, sacrificing themselves on the fangs of the Hunter. You see the three guns, large and incredibly powerful, menacingly gazing back through time at you. You see the wemic stand where the young daughter of the Kindred was taken and brought back to the now. You see blood and the feasting of hunters and the mourning of gatherers. You sense turmoil and feel chaos, but the peace of order gradually overtakes as the Hunters begin upon their mission of protection. You see the demons, true children of darkness ally with the hunters... and then... the memory is all that remains... the images leave your mind like a flood. You feel hope. 
|-
|8.
|[[Sanguinna & The Keep]]
|
'''The East Mural Room''' 
>[Exits: west] From wall to wall, floor to ceiling, the walls of the room are covered with images that seem to dance and move about even as you watch them, telling their stories that some magical artist has locked inside them. You feel a deep desire to simply remain here and observe them. l mural Twisting and dancing in strange patterns of light and darkness, you see images of a Vampire lord, a child in the presence of Fire, his young mentor... and the overpresence of benign and gentle mischief. You see the images twist and change and see the lord grow into his own power, and you see the hundreds of friends and faces that adorn his memories. You see gemstones... sapphires... topazzes... you see jade and a tree... you see... the words shift and your memories blank before you can witness the next picture. On your memory, there is only the strange word... Kindred. 
|-
|9.
|[[Dwarven Catacombs]] 
|
'''Scene of Ghastly Horror''' 
[Exits: north south] An army of undead creatures of all types are lined up patiently. Their leader is an evil demonoid necromancer. His plans to use his army of undead to take over the world seem about ready to get underway. 
|-
|10.
|[[Dwarven Catacombs]] 
|
'''New Graves''' 
[Exits: south west] The tombs in this section seem somewhat more recent. Rotting zombie warriors groan and wail with blank stares. You hear sounds of digging off a bit to the south. 
|-
|11.
|[[Dwarven Catacombs]] 
|
'''The Burial Grounds''' 
[Exits: east west] Legions of skeletal warriors wander by and battle the enemy even in death. Old battle lines have been forgotten and new ones made. Its a gruesome scene. 
|-
|12.
|[[Dwarven Catacombs]] 
|
'''The Burial Grounds''' 
[Exits: east west] It seems as if many of the warriors could not stop fighting even in death. They fight amongst each other and flail at any living being that would wander near. 
|-
|13.
|[[Dwarven Catacombs]]
|
'''Desolate Ruins''' 
[Exits: south] Several mausoleums used to grace the way here but these have been defiled. And most have been torn down and burned by looters. Some still seem to be intact to the south. To the northwest is a seeming field of tombs of soldiers, now a battleground for the undead. 
|-
|14.
|[[Dwarven Catacombs]]
|
'''Entrance to the Burial Grounds'''
[Exits: east west] You have entered what appears to be a burial ground of sorts. The templars buried their dead here. Chills go down your spine as you feel something watching you. You hear the random groan of a ghost, the howl of a wraith, and the dry clanking of bones. 
|-
|15.
|[[Dwarven Catacombs]]
|
'''Curator's Place'''
[Exits: east down] The undertaker, the historian and the curator used to be here. Now they too have joined the legions of the undead. From the looks of the place they seem to have starved to death. Rickety stairs head down into a sort of basement. 
|-
|16-17.
|[[Ghost Town]]
|
'''Gladiator Way'''
[Exits: north south] You are on the long march to the Gladiator's Arena, a rough shod street, which is still in surprisingly good condition. You can feel the eyes of the dead citizens appraising your fighting ability as you walk down the street. From the now ruined gladiator's barracks and equipment shops you can practically hear the gladiators of old debating your fighting prowess. The fighting spirit, if naught else in this city, is still alive. 
|-
|18.
|[[Tier S'Halen]]
|
'''A Narrow Track in the Dying Lands''' 
[Exits: north south] The sense that you have somehow crossed an important line into a place that is much less friendly than the rest of the island grows with each step. The very color seems to be slowly fading from the land around you, until all that is left is a dull grey - the grass is dead and dry, the soil leached of color. You realize that you have not seen any animals for the last several moments, but yet you still sense movement in the dry bushes. l east Was that a whisp of fog, or perhaps a haunting spirit? It's hard to tell... 
|-
|19.
|[[Tier S'Halen]]
|
'''An Ancient Street with No Name''' 
[Exits: east west] The sign for this street was obliterated by whatever force destroyed the city, or perhaps during its entombment, leaving it anonymous, named only in the memories of ghosts. Almost in response to your presence, an unnatural wind picks up, and a mournful sigh can be heard as it whistles through the corpses of the trees that line the street upon which you stand. 
|-
|20.
|[[Tier S'Halen]]
|
'''An Abandoned Playground''' 
[Exits: east] A now twisted and nightmarish tangle of metal and rotted wood is all that is left of the once graceful and welcoming playground for the children of the village. The arch of the swing set is broken and the seats lie forlornly in the dirt. Perhaps the haunted souls of the obliterated children play here still, invisible to your eyes... 
|-
|21.
|[[Tier S'Halen]]
|
'''The Librarian's Jest'''
[Exits: south] Perhaps a bit of whimsy on the part of whomever directed the Library, this room appears to be a workplace for the cataloguing of new items for the library. Apparently the bookshelf/door protected this room, as it was untouched by whatever immolated the library proper. A twenty foot long table is loaded with letters, documents, books, and treatise on a variety of intriguing subjects, just waiting for your perusal. A small checklist reveals the items the Librarian was working on at the time of her demise. l ramblings (torn) and I slew him but he rose again, and again, and though he bled, he did not die the Final Death. Terror gripped me, as he rose again.... how is it that this fiend does not follow the laws of Mortality? I demanded the answer of him, and he laughed as he raised his blade, and gestured at the amulet of twisted metal about his neck. Thinking it the source of his power, I ordered his slain again, and took it, but yet, he rose again, and the necklace appeared once more on his breast. He mockingly introduced himself, and called himself "Darl'Shinai, the Soulless One"... 
|-
|22.
|[[Skelos]]
|
'''Carnage on the Path''' 
[Exits: north south] You can’t see anything but a ghostly outline of a rampaging spirit, she is ripping any animals she can catch into small pieces. She looks for newer and better prey. 
|-
|23.
|[[Skelos]]
|
'''Small Cave''' 
[Exits: south] Scattered around the room are the little trophies the wraith has collected, a small skull here, a leg bone there, a flayed skin on the wall, are just a few. 
|-
|24.
|[[Altibia]]
|
'''Old Altibia''' 
[Exits: north south] Once gaining your bearing in the dark you see a long tunnel ahead. In the oppressive atmosphere you feel souls lurking and the magnetic pull of magic and its strength. You have found the catacombs of the lost city! ALTIBIA!!! 
|-
|25.
|[[Altibia]]
|
'''Hallway''' 
[Exits: north south] An ornate spire has been chiseled by an ancient mason out of granite stone. This, the entrance to what once stood an enormous castle for the hierarchy of Altibia. Fallen from the wrath of The Evil One, its gilded corridors have been reduced to a labyrinth of coral encrusted tunnelling shafts. Creatures still wander these tunnels, from the sea or ghosts of the past. 
|-
|26.
|[[Altibia]]
|
'''In the Labyrinth''' 
[Exits: north south] Great hallways loom before you. You light is barely needed as the glow of auras illuminate your path. A strange magnetic force of magic seems to pull you further inside the maze of Altibia. The magic of the undead? The feared and immortal wizards concealed here in eternity? 
|-
|27.
|[[Altibia]]
|
'''In the Labyrinth''' 
[Exits: north south] Great hallways loom before you. You light is barely needed as the glow of auras here illuminate your path. A strange magnetic force of magic seems to pull you further inside the maze of Altibia. The magic of the undead or the living? The feared and immortal wizards concealed here in eternity? 
|-
|28.
|[[Altibia]]
|
'''Lighthouse Beacon''' 
[Exits: north east south] The remains of the guiding beacon lie strewn about on the floor, which is also rotten away dangerously. The shiny glass of the windows have decayed to dust about your feet. A ghostly presence seems to surround you. 
|-
|29.
|[[The Dark Manor]]
|
'''A Slave Pen''' 
[Exits: west] The pen is thirty feet square, with closely set blocks in the wall and floor. The ceiling is actually hewn from living rock. Straw litters the floor, and chains hang from the far wall. A small drain is in the center of the room. The stench of ghouls lies heavy here. 
|-
|30-33.
|[[Cavern of Vile Rune]]
|
'''In the Cavern of Souls''' 
[Exits: north west] Torches line the cavern walls, skulls stacked at the base of each. A whispering wind blows past, the voice within it reminding you that there are those who say the winds are the spirits of orcs long past. Because of that legend, it is here orc shamen come to conduct rituals. 
[Exits: south west] Torches line the cavern walls, skulls stacked at the base of each. A whispering wind blows past, the voice within it reminding you that there are those who say the winds are the spirits of orcs long past. Because of that legend, it is here orc shamen come to conduct rituals. 
[Exits: south west] Torches line the cavern walls, skulls stacked at the base of each. A whispering wind blows past, the voice within it reminding you that there are those who say the winds are the spirits of orcs long past. Because of that legend, it is here orc shamen come to conduct rituals. 
[Exits: east south] Torches line the cavern walls, skulls stacked at the base of each. A whispering wind blows past, the voice within it reminding you that there are those who say the winds are the spirits of orcs long past. Because of that legend, it is here orc shamen come to conduct rituals. 
|-
|34.
|[[Adventurer's Guild]]
|
'''Room of Records''' 
[Exits: east] This simple room has many plaques hung on its walls. With just a quick glance you recognize names and events that have made history and inspired many to even greater deeds so that their names would also be inscribed here. It's possible, given valiant effort, great deeds, and a (in)famous reputation, that your name might be added here. A book on a lectern provides an index to all the different plaques. l plaque8 The Search for Grimdale's Gold Legend had it that Grimdale, ancient king of the dwarves, had a hidden store of gold...the only clue being the key which he held in his hand and would not speak about. Madman was amused and announced a Quest to the mortals of the world: "Find what the key opens, and great honors will be yours!" Brave adventurers came by the dozens to seek the gold, and many died or gave up the quest. But one strove onward to seek fame and glory...battling the spirits and Grimdale himself, he took possession of the key. Puzzling over its secrets, he fought battles, risked sure death by drowning in the flooded tunnels, risked life and limb on all manner of tortures, until at long last he stumbled upon the door the key opened... This brave soul was Cerebus...ask him what drowning feels like sometime, and perhaps he will tell you the story of his quest for Grimdale's Gold during which he experienced it for himself. l plaque13 . The plaque explodes into tiny fragments! Boy, have you done it now! A spirit mumbles, "kjdagftu!" You feel UNLUCKY! 
|-

Rooms of the Undead

2012-06-19T16:12:47Z

Aoide: rooms of the dead for Aoide's TMQ

{|class="wikitable sortable"
|-
! <nowiki>#</nowiki>
! Area/Zone
! Room Description
|-
|1.
|[[Chapel Catacombs]]
|
'''Entrance to the Forbidden Catacombs''' 
[Exits: north east south west up] 
You have entered the forbidden catacombs. This cave system must have been 
built long ago. The air is dank and smells of something dead ... or maybe 
undead. Enter here at your own risk ... something evil abides. 
|-
|2.
|[[Chapel Catacombs]]
|
'''The Lower Chambers and Tombs of the Undead''' 
[Exits: north] 
This room has been totally hollowed out and smoothed, and a pit has been 
drilled in the center of the floor. There are extensive gruesome paintings 
of beasts and monsters terrorizing the countryside; vampires sucking the 
blood of beasts and humans alike. 
|-
|3.
|[[Chapel Catacombs]]
|
'''The Shrine of Cristis''' 
[Exits: south] 
Different than the rest, this place has not been desecrated. An altar still 
stands here and the walls show scenes from the life of Cristis the Kind, 
a ruler of the outlying regions west of Midgaard. There is a stone staircase 
leading down. The Ghost of Cristis the Kind stands here. 
|-
|4.
|[[Chapel Catacombs]]
|
'''The Grand Hall of Kings''' 
[Exits: north east west] 
A long hallway stretches east and west. On the southern side of the hall 
there are many doors, each with the name of a king who has died and is 
entombed here. The hallway is beautiful yet chilling. Even though the area 
has been kept well by acolytes, there remains a stench of the undead. 
|-
|5.
|[[Sanguinna & The Keep]]
|
'''The Haven of Spriti''' 
[Exits: north east] Suddenly, you find yourself in a haven where the feeling of peace surrounds you. The denizens of this land huddle together here in groups, bathing in the soft white glow of a candelabra atop a plain pine table. Behind it stands a spirit that is entranced in uttering blessings. As the bell tolls in the distance, a wave of smiles breaks through the huddled throngs of people. Then, some stand, nod at Spriti, and leave. As soon as they reach the edge of candelabra's range, they appear to lose what consciousness they had and begin their wanderings again. As they leave, others arrive. The arrivals smile with evident relief, huddle down beside loved ones, and cry softly as smiles light their lips as each toll of the bell sounds out. 
|-
|6.
|[[Sanguinna & The Keep]]
|
'''Base of the Oak''' 
[Exits: west up] A gnarled ancient oak towers above the ground here. Several thousand years old and glowing with a soft white aura its width is that of at least four men standing side by side. You feel the presence of a great peace here, and of powerful spirits. A tombstone lies here next to an unblemished sardonyx altar. 
|-
|7.
|[[Sanguinna & The Keep]]
|
'''The West Mural Room''' 
>[Exits: east] The walls of this room are covered with moving images. Their stories are locked within the murals that have been painted onto them, and as you watch in fascination, you can see the images shift and move about... telling their story as it happened, so many many ages ago. l mural You see images of hunters and hunted, fierce battles and the cries of enemies. You see undead lords vying for power, and the presence of chaotic tigers and bears and a mass of fools, sacrificing themselves on the fangs of the Hunter. You see the three guns, large and incredibly powerful, menacingly gazing back through time at you. You see the wemic stand where the young daughter of the Kindred was taken and brought back to the now. You see blood and the feasting of hunters and the mourning of gatherers. You sense turmoil and feel chaos, but the peace of order gradually overtakes as the Hunters begin upon their mission of protection. You see the demons, true children of darkness ally with the hunters... and then... the memory is all that remains... the images leave your mind like a flood. You feel hope. 
|-
|8.
|[[Sanguinna & The Keep]]
|
'''The East Mural Room''' 
>[Exits: west] From wall to wall, floor to ceiling, the walls of the room are covered with images that seem to dance and move about even as you watch them, telling their stories that some magical artist has locked inside them. You feel a deep desire to simply remain here and observe them. l mural Twisting and dancing in strange patterns of light and darkness, you see images of a Vampire lord, a child in the presence of Fire, his young mentor... and the overpresence of benign and gentle mischief. You see the images twist and change and see the lord grow into his own power, and you see the hundreds of friends and faces that adorn his memories. You see gemstones... sapphires... topazzes... you see jade and a tree... you see... the words shift and your memories blank before you can witness the next picture. On your memory, there is only the strange word... Kindred. 
|-
|9.
|[[Dwarven Catacombs]] 
|
'''Scene of Ghastly Horror''' 
[Exits: north south] An army of undead creatures of all types are lined up patiently. Their leader is an evil demonoid necromancer. His plans to use his army of undead to take over the world seem about ready to get underway. 
|-
|10.
|[[Dwarven Catacombs]] 
|
'''New Graves''' 
[Exits: south west] The tombs in this section seem somewhat more recent. Rotting zombie warriors groan and wail with blank stares. You hear sounds of digging off a bit to the south. 
|-
|11.
|[[Dwarven Catacombs]] 
|
'''The Burial Grounds''' 
[Exits: east west] Legions of skeletal warriors wander by and battle the enemy even in death. Old battle lines have been forgotten and new ones made. Its a gruesome scene. 
|-
|12.
|[[Dwarven Catacombs]] 
|
'''The Burial Grounds''' 
[Exits: east west] It seems as if many of the warriors could not stop fighting even in death. They fight amongst each other and flail at any living being that would wander near. 
|-
|13.
|[[Dwarven Catacombs]]
|
'''Desolate Ruins''' 
[Exits: south] Several mausoleums used to grace the way here but these have been defiled. And most have been torn down and burned by looters. Some still seem to be intact to the south. To the northwest is a seeming field of tombs of soldiers, now a battleground for the undead. 
|-
|14.
|[[Dwarven Catacombs]]
|
'''Entrance to the Burial Grounds'''
[Exits: east west] You have entered what appears to be a burial ground of sorts. The templars buried their dead here. Chills go down your spine as you feel something watching you. You hear the random groan of a ghost, the howl of a wraith, and the dry clanking of bones. 
|-
|15.
|[[Dwarven Catacombs]]
|
'''Curator's Place'''
[Exits: east down] The undertaker, the historian and the curator used to be here. Now they too have joined the legions of the undead. From the looks of the place they seem to have starved to death. Rickety stairs head down into a sort of basement. 
|-
|16-17.
|[[Ghost Town]]
|
'''Gladiator Way'''
[Exits: north south] You are on the long march to the Gladiator's Arena, a rough shod street, which is still in surprisingly good condition. You can feel the eyes of the dead citizens appraising your fighting ability as you walk down the street. From the now ruined gladiator's barracks and equipment shops you can practically hear the gladiators of old debating your fighting prowess. The fighting spirit, if naught else in this city, is still alive. 
|-
|18.
|[[Tier S'Halen]]
|
'''A Narrow Track in the Dying Lands''' 
[Exits: north south] The sense that you have somehow crossed an important line into a place that is much less friendly than the rest of the island grows with each step. The very color seems to be slowly fading from the land around you, until all that is left is a dull grey - the grass is dead and dry, the soil leached of color. You realize that you have not seen any animals for the last several moments, but yet you still sense movement in the dry bushes. l east Was that a whisp of fog, or perhaps a haunting spirit? It's hard to tell... 
|-
|19.
|[[Tier S'Halen]]
|
'''An Ancient Street with No Name''' 
[Exits: east west] The sign for this street was obliterated by whatever force destroyed the city, or perhaps during its entombment, leaving it anonymous, named only in the memories of ghosts. Almost in response to your presence, an unnatural wind picks up, and a mournful sigh can be heard as it whistles through the corpses of the trees that line the street upon which you stand. 
|-
|20.
|[[Tier S'Halen]]
|
'''An Abandoned Playground''' 
[Exits: east] A now twisted and nightmarish tangle of metal and rotted wood is all that is left of the once graceful and welcoming playground for the children of the village. The arch of the swing set is broken and the seats lie forlornly in the dirt. Perhaps the haunted souls of the obliterated children play here still, invisible to your eyes... 
|-
|21.
|[[Tier S'Halen]]
|
'''The Librarian's Jest'''
[Exits: south] Perhaps a bit of whimsy on the part of whomever directed the Library, this room appears to be a workplace for the cataloguing of new items for the library. Apparently the bookshelf/door protected this room, as it was untouched by whatever immolated the library proper. A twenty foot long table is loaded with letters, documents, books, and treatise on a variety of intriguing subjects, just waiting for your perusal. A small checklist reveals the items the Librarian was working on at the time of her demise. l ramblings (torn) and I slew him but he rose again, and again, and though he bled, he did not die the Final Death. Terror gripped me, as he rose again.... how is it that this fiend does not follow the laws of Mortality? I demanded the answer of him, and he laughed as he raised his blade, and gestured at the amulet of twisted metal about his neck. Thinking it the source of his power, I ordered his slain again, and took it, but yet, he rose again, and the necklace appeared once more on his breast. He mockingly introduced himself, and called himself "Darl'Shinai, the Soulless One"... 
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|22.
|[[Skelos]]
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'''Carnage on the Path''' 
[Exits: north south] You can’t see anything but a ghostly outline of a rampaging spirit, she is ripping any animals she can catch into small pieces. She looks for newer and better prey. 
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|23.
|[[Skelos]]
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'''Small Cave''' 
[Exits: south] Scattered around the room are the little trophies the wraith has collected, a small skull here, a leg bone there, a flayed skin on the wall, are just a few. 
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|24.
|[[Altibia]]
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'''Old Altibia''' 
[Exits: north south] Once gaining your bearing in the dark you see a long tunnel ahead. In the oppressive atmosphere you feel souls lurking and the magnetic pull of magic and its strength. You have found the catacombs of the lost city! ALTIBIA!!! 
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|[[Altibia]]
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'''Hallway''' 
[Exits: north south] An ornate spire has been chiseled by an ancient mason out of granite stone. This, the entrance to what once stood an enormous castle for the hierarchy of Altibia. Fallen from the wrath of The Evil One, its gilded corridors have been reduced to a labyrinth of coral encrusted tunnelling shafts. Creatures still wander these tunnels, from the sea or ghosts of the past. 
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|26.
|[[Altibia]]
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'''In the Labyrinth''' 
[Exits: north south] Great hallways loom before you. You light is barely needed as the glow of auras illuminate your path. A strange magnetic force of magic seems to pull you further inside the maze of Altibia. The magic of the undead? The feared and immortal wizards concealed here in eternity? 
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|27.
|[[Altibia]]
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'''In the Labyrinth''' 
[Exits: north south] Great hallways loom before you. You light is barely needed as the glow of auras here illuminate your path. A strange magnetic force of magic seems to pull you further inside the maze of Altibia. The magic of the undead or the living? The feared and immortal wizards concealed here in eternity? 
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|28.
|[[Altibia]]
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'''Lighthouse Beacon''' 
[Exits: north east south] The remains of the guiding beacon lie strewn about on the floor, which is also rotten away dangerously. The shiny glass of the windows have decayed to dust about your feet. A ghostly presence seems to surround you. 
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|29.
|[[The Dark Manor]]
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'''A Slave Pen''' 
[Exits: west] The pen is thirty feet square, with closely set blocks in the wall and floor. The ceiling is actually hewn from living rock. Straw litters the floor, and chains hang from the far wall. A small drain is in the center of the room. The stench of ghouls lies heavy here. 
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|[[Cavern of Vile Rune]]
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'''In the Cavern of Souls''' 
[Exits: north west] Torches line the cavern walls, skulls stacked at the base of each. A whispering wind blows past, the voice within it reminding you that there are those who say the winds are the spirits of orcs long past. Because of that legend, it is here orc shamen come to conduct rituals. 
[Exits: south west] Torches line the cavern walls, skulls stacked at the base of each. A whispering wind blows past, the voice within it reminding you that there are those who say the winds are the spirits of orcs long past. Because of that legend, it is here orc shamen come to conduct rituals. 
[Exits: south west] Torches line the cavern walls, skulls stacked at the base of each. A whispering wind blows past, the voice within it reminding you that there are those who say the winds are the spirits of orcs long past. Because of that legend, it is here orc shamen come to conduct rituals. 
[Exits: east south] Torches line the cavern walls, skulls stacked at the base of each. A whispering wind blows past, the voice within it reminding you that there are those who say the winds are the spirits of orcs long past. Because of that legend, it is here orc shamen come to conduct rituals. 
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|34.
|[[Adventurer's Guild]]
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'''Room of Records'''
[Exits: east] This simple room has many plaques hung on its walls. With just a quick glance you recognize names and events that have made history and inspired many to even greater deeds so that their names would also be inscribed here. It's possible, given valiant effort, great deeds, and a (in)famous reputation, that your name might be added here. A book on a lectern provides an index to all the different plaques. l plaque8 The Search for Grimdale's Gold Legend had it that Grimdale, ancient king of the dwarves, had a hidden store of gold...the only clue being the key which he held in his hand and would not speak about. Madman was amused and announced a Quest to the mortals of the world: "Find what the key opens, and great honors will be yours!" Brave adventurers came by the dozens to seek the gold, and many died or gave up the quest. But one strove onward to seek fame and glory...battling the spirits and Grimdale himself, he took possession of the key. Puzzling over its secrets, he fought battles, risked sure death by drowning in the flooded tunnels, risked life and limb on all manner of tortures, until at long last he stumbled upon the door the key opened... This brave soul was Cerebus...ask him what drowning feels like sometime, and perhaps he will tell you the story of his quest for Grimdale's Gold during which he experienced it for himself. l plaque13 . The plaque explodes into tiny fragments! Boy, have you done it now! A spirit mumbles, "kjdagftu!" You feel UNLUCKY! 
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Aoide's Triat Mastery

2012-06-17T22:09:37Z

Aoide: /* Trials for the Wyrm: */

== Trials for the Wyrm: ==

Seeking the places, things, and essences of the dead:
* Find the ghost of a key and the door it opens.
* Find the ghostly campfire and the place it rests in.
* Obtain a crown of ghostly flowers and retain it for the remainder of your quest. Should it be lost, regain it.
* Map the Dream Realm and share it with the realm. [[The Dream Realm]]
* Map the Caves of the Spirit and share it with the realm: [[Caves of the Spirit]]
* Create a Mobmastery list of 30 creatures who are 'dead': zombies, ghosts, specters, spirits, etc (static loaded mobs) and share it with the realm: [[Dead Mobmastery targets]]
* Find and document 30 rooms in which 'ghost', 'ghostly,' 'spirit,' 'haunt' or other undead references are found: [[Rooms of the Undead]]
* Create and perform your Final Bardic Council offering. The topic should be appropriate to your Trial.

== Trials for the Wyld: ==

Trial #1: Seek out the unsettled spirits of the realm, and give them peace. For these tasks, you are permitted the company of no more than two of the Reborn and any number of the undead. Also, map the lands these creatures inhabit and share it with the realm.:
* the ghost of a coachman
* Mbaka the Shaman Spirit
* The shade of So'shalktiren

Trial #2: Slay the following:
* a grisly bard
* Baird - [[The Death of Baird (Aoide's Triat Mastery Quest)]]
* Nevyn

Trial #3: Cut a Thread.

== Trials for the Weaver: ==

Sacrifice #1: The sacrifice of a life of joyfulness. Suffer willing rebirth at the hand of the Wyldess, becoming a ghost: maintaining constant invisibility and hide, refraining from public channels, and expressing no gladness in song or laughter (via emote or social): [[Aoide Becomes a Ghost]]

Sacrifice #2: The sacrifice of the company of the living. Keep the company only of the dead and Reborn, specifically zombies you yourself create, or those who come before you recently Reborn and naked but for three items (one of which may be a weapon). Also, you may not seek restful sleep in the company of the living.

Sacrifice #3: The sacrifice of free will. No aid may be given to any other for its duration; no other task taken up. Not a retrieval of a corpse, not the collection of gold, not the gifting of spells for a purpose not linked to your task.

[[Category:Triat References]]

The Dream Realm

2012-06-17T19:22:45Z

Aoide:

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== Area Lore/Back Story ==
'''This story was submitted as part of [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/tiaxentries.htm Tiax's Area Story Contest].''' 
'''I Walk in Dreams - A Tale of the Dream Realm by [[Tamar]].''' 

My heart pounding, I find myself standing before the Dreammaster. "What dream is this?" I wonder, for the terrible likes of the Dreammaster do not people the lands where I walk. A moment goes by, and then I know that this vision cannot be a true dream, for dreams are the stuff of hope and joy, not this horror. This is something I have chosen to let in, but it is NOT a dream. 

And so, here I stand, while the chaos of terror surrounds me, and the Dreammaster himself is decidedly unwelcoming. I draw back, shuddering. Chaos I can understand, for all of our lives are lived in the realm of the chaotic to one degree or another. Without chaos there would be only a flat sameness lulling us slowly into oblivion. But this -- this terror, this unwelcome, this hatred -- this is incomprehensible. 

Everywhere I look, vile creatures hiss and spit at me, their spite and fear a palpable, breathing thing. Giant black scorpions take aim with their deadly tails, spreading poison as they go. Warriors stare wildly, jumping at the slightest movement. Some of them appear haunted, haggard and worn, so caught up in their battles and hatred that they cannot see that it is only a reality of their own making. 

They stare. They whisper dire warnings. They scream about the horrors to come, the terrible things that have been done. They moan in their sleep. Their whole life becomes a haunted obsession, as they slowly waste away, unaware that THEY hold all the power. 

My heart calms, and I look at the Dreammaster with new eyes. Eyes of pity, of understanding, of pain. For I see myself as well. Who among us has not once felt the need to control, to be the puppeter, to have others cowering in fear from us and singing our praises at our command? I have. Who among us has not cried quietly inside as as a poisoned barb found its way into our heart? I have. Who among us has not jumped up wildy and screamed out in anger and terror? I have. Pain fills my heart, and with that pain comes a realization. I don't have to dream this not-dream. I don't have to live that life. And neither do the haunted warriors. 

They can snap themselves awake at any moment and join a different world -- a world where dreams are positive things. A world where you can be anything you want to be; where you are responsible for yourself, your desires, your celebrations, your mistakes. A world where we all learn, and grow, and love. A world where we are welcome to stare up at the jeweled velvet of the night sky before settling down for sweet dreams. 

== General Information/Trivia ==
* There are several references to TFC players in the Dream Realm. Some are direct (using the player's real name) and others are oblique, referencing them physically in descriptions, including Miles the Wizard ([[Tokugawa]]), Nikki the Sorceress ([[Cordir]]), Jeanette the Dragon ([[Xaviera]]), the three Mistresses: Holly, Constance and Denna ([[Ginny]] and [[Kim]] are known to have been inspirations).
* The concept of the Mistresses is taken from the Wheel of Time books by Robert Jordan. Other literary references include Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card (Demosthenese).

== Player Provided Information ==

== Maps ==
* The Dream Realm is located above Mysterra Falls. Wait for the Haunted Warrior in the Cave to sleep and the entrance will appear.
[[File:Mysterra.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Mysterra Falls: Map by [[Soloban]]]]
[[File:Dream Realm.jpg|200px|thumb|left|The Dream Realm: Map by [[Kaldred Kandrell]]]]
[[File:Dream_realm.png|200px|thumb|left|The Dream Realm: Map by [[Aoide]]]]
[[Category:Places]]
[[Category:Special Areas]]
[[Category:Old Map]]

File:Dream realm.png

2012-06-17T19:19:22Z

Aoide: uploaded a new version of "File:Dream realm.png"

2012-06-08T02:45:09Z

Aoide: fixing a link

[[Category:Cordir]]

It would be impossible to fully chronicle the mortal life of a woman who has lived one thousand years. Here, then, are some brief glimpses at the events that most greatly shaped her… 

''' In The Space Between the Void and the Pattern:''' 
The Three knew it was time to cast Their spirits forth once more. Lessons needed to be learned. Perspective regained. Each had created an Incarnation countless times, some times interacting with her sisters, sometimes walking an entire lifetime alone. This time, however, would be different. An Incarnation shared by all three... a life reflecting all of their Paths... to finally grow and to mature into whatever that varied life would bring... 

'''Southshire:''' 
>> The babe wailed before the midwife had a chance to smack its crimson skin. "A girl," fumed the mother. "Sickly, too. He'll never believe it is his..." 

>> The girl-child winced, eyes huge, as the man struck her mother again. The youngling curled up tightly, nodding in time to the voices which whispered in her mind that she would be next to face his wrath. The expected fist sent her reeling, but it wasn't as bad as last time... 

>> She closed her eyes, just like Mother did when they were doing it to her, and wished herself elsewhere... hot tears of shame and disgust rolled down off her lashes, and a matching bead of hot blood trickled from her lip where she bit it to keep from crying out. "You're almost as good as your mother, you little slut," he murmured, his tongue flicking over the mingled fluids dripping down her cheek. Finally, it was over, and he pushed her roughly away. "Now go set the table. And mind you don't drop anything this time." "Yes, poppa." 

>> The pain in her belly was getting worse. Ripples of agony every morning, swollen and sore. She had to do something. She couldn't bear for him to touch her again. Couldn't bear the thing that writhed inside her...The voices told her they would take care of everything... all she had to do was hide the knife under her pillow... he wouldn't expect a fight out of her... not after the last time... no, he never would expect a thing... 

>> She concentrated on taking one more staggering step, then fell to her knees and crawled into the shelter of the thornbush. No one was likely to brave its wicked barbs to check for her there. She weakly blotted the blood on her thighs with the hem of her skirt. What was his and what was hers and what was the lost babe's, she could not tell. Her hand were covered with it, sticky and horrifying. She held them out in front of her, afraid to acknowledge that they were even her own... the Voices said that all that had died that day was the last of her purity... nothing to regret... she heeded their siren song, and let herself become lost in their murmurs, willingly giving herself up to their madness... 

'''Midgaard:''' 
>> Cold stone met her seeking fingertips, then the iron of the gate. "Be off with you, scum!" the guard snarled. A woman's calm but firm voice answered. "Lieutenant. Can't you see the child is hurt? Open this gate this moment, or I shall open it myself." A brief skirmish. A dull thud that echoed the pounding in her head. The door opened. A slight, nut-brown woman reached out one glowing hand to guide her inside. Shying away at the touch, she bolted through, and slipped along the wall to the orchard beyond. She had smelled the apples and it reminded her of something... she searched the jumbled noise of her memories, trying to recall what it was... but all was lost and a-swirl in the voices... 

'''N'Kai The Black: [[An Ebon Challenge]]''' 
>> The Dhole writhed and coiled before her, filling the vast chamber. She could hear the splash as its saliva struck the floor and sizzled, and, nearly buried beneath those sounds, His chuckle. Trembling, she raised her eyes to where she could only guess His were, and asked, "With Your consent…?" The air moved, stirred by the giant's nod. "Aye." Closing her eyes, and murmuring a brief prayer to the Weaver, she cast herself upon the Dhole's fangs, its acidic breath rending her life from her limbs instantly..Black marble, black flames... and silence... blessed silence. The voices, only a whisper, not a drowning cacophony, and comrades who cared naught about the holes in her heart, her soul, her memories. Devotion to Him, to His word, His people... purpose at last... [http://forums.tfcmud.com/showthread.php/1768-Cordir-joins-the-Ebon-Hand?p=10521#post10521 <LOG>] 

'''Midgaard:''' 
[[File:Cordir-by-APrice.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Commissioned Work by Andy Price. All Rights Reserved.]]
>> Peering around the corner of the archway, she saw him standing there, scarlet shield at the ready, sword bare and bloody, a still form at his feet. His grey-blue gaze met hers instantly, then softened as he took in her scrawny shivering form. The sword lifted imperceptibly as he then noticed her aura. As she was far too unworthy an opponent, he let his words be his dueling weapon, challenging her beliefs and faith to no avail... 

>> She slashed her wrists again… there wasn't enough blood yet. The basin was only half full… She dipped her long hair into the bucket, and began scrubbing the marble floor with it, silently murmuring prayers as she cleaned… Hours later, the paladin would have to use his sword to hack off the ruined mess of her tresses... 

>> The voice was thunderous, inescapable. "Thaygar has Ascended. His Temple will now be removed… Everyone, get to safety, NOW!" Her sobs made her chest clench as she ran from Her Lord's office to His Temple. She forced herself to still, to look at each stone, each tongue of flame, every detail of the Ebon Hand altar, committing it to memory. Keller's voice echoed pleadingly from outside, begging her to leave before it was too late. But she couldn't. She wanted to die, to go, to disappear from the realm just as Thaygar's blessed Temple was to disappear… Forcibly, a giant Aaracokran claw seized her and flung her violently out of the Temple, and her mind went blank as the Temple was torn away… 

>> The Paladin's voice was soothing, calming… it did nothing to still the voices that clamored all the louder for Thaygar's Ascension and absence… but it was calming, none the less. He spoke of other Paths, leaving the Ebon Hand behind, it being time to heal and let go. Reasonable, for most, she supposed. But not for her. She could not walk his road - not when another strode by his side. She feared she was beginning to care for him too much. He had oaths binding him elsewhere, and it was not right for a woman of her station to dream so high… She swore an oath to her Ascended Lord that she would leave, flee, depart, should it come to that... but soon thereafter, the Oath was broken, and she had to admit how much she loved him... '''[[A Journey to Southshire]]''' 

'''Southshire:''' 
>> She shook like a leaf, standing before the Duke of Southshire. Home at last. Home to face trial for her sins. She wanted to be punished... knew she deserved it. If not for the crime of patricide, then for loving the son of the man who sat in judgment before her. A quiet sob escaped her gritted teeth as they put the irons upon her, and her sentence was spoken... 

'''Temples:''' 
>> The sense of welcome she had from the [[Kindred Vampyric]] was a balm on her soul. [[Khore]]'s kindness drawing her from her shell of misery and loss. [[http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/1996/kisses.htm The gift of His Kiss, an even greater surprise.]]

'''Midgaard:''' 
>> Cordir trembled, as Polnevdra stood before her, and spoke the words of the ceremony. Though her entire being yearned and hoped that this union would take place, darkness filled her heart. Perhaps it was the storm clouds brewing, or the faintest scent of rotting flesh that only she seemed able to detect… but she knew that something would interfere. That was why she had instructed Keller to, with force, break any enchantment laid upon her. As the Drow priestess turned towards her, asking for her pledge, her worst nightmares confirmed themselves in the form of the Arch-Lich… [[The Wedding of Cordir & Keller]] 

>> Speaking to him was forbidden. Even standing here, talking to the vampire was a risk. She didn't know why she took the chance, only that she was deeply drawn to him, despite her shattered oath to Keller. She lightly scrubbed at a dirt streak upon his cheek, and he blushed horribly. "I really must go," she murmured. "The Kindred and the Conclave are not friends, and I have no wish to anger my Master, the Arch-Lich. Also, my Mentor, [[Salem]], calls and I must answer." Her voice was soft, but bitter. His hand on her arm was light, gentle. "I understand. Fare well, my friend."… 

>> Laying upon the icy stone floor, she felt rather than saw a skeletal hand raise her up. "You've been terribly ill, Cordir. We were feared for your life. Your dear husband has been terribly worried about you…" Prince [[Canaan]] stepped towards her with a cold smile. "You've been ill, dear. It's time you got well again, and returned to your duties…" The face seemed familiar, but she felt no answering warmth in her heart as the man before her was named as her husband. Perhaps it was simply part of the illness…she simply couldn't remember... 

>> The Vampire God's words made no sense. What did He mean, she was chosen of the Triat? Words spilled from His lips in a spell to break what He swore were enchantments upon her, and the next moment, her friend, [[Mystil]], turned fang upon her and attacked on His order. It only showed her that the Arch-Lich had been right, and that enemies were more cunning than she had imagined - perfectly willing to play cruel [[Mind Games]].

>> When her vision cleared, she found herself in an darkened chamber. A gasp tore its way from her lips, as a demon emerged from the darkness and padded towards her. An unseen figure barked a command, and the demon slunk back into the shadows. A bucket appeared out of no where, along with a duster. "Get to it", the Implementor, [[Madman]], growled... 

>> The shining form of the Paladin God smiled at her gently. "Cordir… I have spoken with the Arch-Lich, and He has agreed to release you into My service… would you join Me and serve Me as my Silver Witch? " She nodded violently, her heart filling with a soft joy. A shadow fell from her as the Lich's Mark was ripped out of her flesh. Falling to her knees, she gave [[Gryphon]] her Oath… 

'''The Deepwood: [[Shadows, An Answer]]''' 
>> Tears choked her, as her heart-sib, [[Jahiliya]], spoke in quiet, even tones. The voice of the Vampire God, [[Khore]], echoed Jahiliya's sentiments. The enchantment had to be broken. She had to know, what was the truth of her past, and what was the lie. Twice, already, she had died at the hands of a loved one - once, by one of Khore's servants, the second, by [[Keller]]'s hand. And thrice, with eyes open, if she dared it, tonight, there being magic in threes, for one who still adhered to the Triat Ways. Seeking some manner of calm within herself, she knelt upon the soft grass and bowed her head, signaling her readiness. Her heart-sib would not strike the blow from behind - this was far too important a thing for such tactics - but instead, struck a single, clean blow to Cordir's heart... 

'''A Day-lit Garden in the Elven Homestead:''' 
>> She smiled at those gathered in the garden, and called the elements to purify the ritual. As she did so, the felt a stirring deep within her. This was what she was meant to do; the binding of souls, the interweaving of lives, the altering of the Pattern itself... 

'''N'Kai The Black:''' 
>> She bowed deeply to the naked shaman before her, her eyes skimming the tattooed sigils and wards that marked him a priest of the Dhole. He nodded silently, and began chanting. [[Jahiliya]], [[Tokugawa]], and [[Nameless]] stood nearby, watching the ritual battle, and [[Polnevdra]] watched the path in [[Dwarvenhold]]. Lightning danced upon her fingertips, and she cast them in response to the shaman's soul rift. The battle went on for several moments - her mourning star pounding at his Cloak as her spells pummeled his protections. But finally, it was he who fell, and she Ascended to the highest Mage rank... 

''' Midgaard:''' 
>> She closed her eyes in regret as [[Keller]] stormed by with a glance of disgust. What had been between them was broken, shattered, unhealed for either of them. He had long-since found solace in a new marriage to a hot tempered young half-elven girl named [[Kylera]]. They had two sweet twin girls, and there were dark rumors of a third, older child, a boy, taken by the Lich himself... She hovered at the doorway of the Ceremonial chamber, and watched the twin girls being Named and Blessed. Silently, she added her own wishes of joy and happiness, and was answered with an angry glare from their father... She stole away quietly and sought out [[Gwyrdain]], whose steadfast, quiet presence had been a gentle balm on her injured heart, though he did not stir her soul... 

>> The demon-spawn before her blushed crimson as she bestowed upon him the Standard of the Silver Fellowship. "Tis well earned, [[Nameless]]... you have been an example to many..." "This one thanks you, Lady Witch." Others joined her in applauding him on his birthing-day... little did they know that their Fellowship would be sundered soon... 

>> The cool marble of the Temples provided a dangerous surface upon which to fight, but she felt that this place, just outside where [[Thaygar]]'s Temple had been, was the proper place for her to finish her [[Triat Mastery Quests|Mastery Trial]]. Only this last task remain - summon and slay the Guardian Vampire. All the others were done - hunting moonlight, silence for months, certain beasts to dispatch. This last had been the most troublesome. Finally, she had learned of the scrolls in the Pyramid, which summoned the fell beast. With the Grand Druidess of the Conclave at her side, ready to create a bag from the corpse, she recited the scroll and called her lightnings... 

>> She spent hours searching the Realm, having given her Vow. In preparation and practice for her goal, no newcomer to the Realm went ungreeted, and many the coin she spent at the tent of the Dark Brothers, buying weapons to enchant for them. Her steps were almost always alone - her heart ached, and she longed to wrap it in the icy armor of indifference she hoped Immortality would bring... 

'''War'loov's Fortress:''' 
>> Premonition swept over her. She felt strongly that she needed to regain her strength after the many deaths she had suffered of late, seeking the quest tokens required to petition for Immortality... she was dangerously weakened, and had not yet gone through the painful process of Conversion to the new Ways of the Realm. So, her steps had brought her here... to the southern minotaur fortress. She stepped resolutely into battle, attacking one of the maids. Suddenly, her sight went dark... when she could see again, she was shivering naked in the Grand Temple of [[Midgaard]], with no memory of how she had gotten there.... but much had been lost, from her mind and her skills... Almost as if she had forgotten her last several ranks of learning... She attempted to find the guru and give him her Vow again, but he refused. She had lost too much to seek Immortality, and had to regain it before he would accept such a pledge again... 

'''A Moonlit Garden in the Elven Homestead:''' 
>> His voice was soft, velvety, caressing her as he spoke. She was certain that it was simply a dream, for he could not be speaking the words that she was hearing... not he... not to her... His lips brushed hers, coaxing and gentle, and she felt the barest brush of his fangs against her tongue. Shivering, she moaned against his mouth, and leaned into the kiss... It was no dream, but the admission of a bond that had grown for dozens of years... 

'''A Hidden Cabin in the Woods:''' 
She reached out with her growing awareness as Weaver, grasping the Threads of Time... acting on instinct, she blended the Past with the Present, to craft the needed miracle... Together they created her form, and together called her spirit... and were answered .... Months later, she would birth their child, alone and sorrowed, only knowing that once more, [[Deamhan]] was gone, Pattern-lost, but still alive...somewhere... 

'''Sanguinna:''' 
>> She heard the alarms as he passed, still unsure as to what exactly was harming [[Cirth]]. Perhaps some form of possession? He had spoken in a woman's voice, high and shrill, crone-like, and his words had been words of power. She smiled ruefully, and rubbed her arm where his spells had slammed into her. The eerie voice rose again, with promises of death. An insight came, and she began chanting a rann to the Triat, using their Names as the keys to unbinding. Another came to join her in the fight, and together the blasted the spirit out of the Scribe, returning him to himself once more in a baptism of fire and lightning: [[Saving Cirth]]. 

'''A Moonlit Garden in the Elven Homestead:''' 
>> Something brushed her growing awareness as Weaver Incarna. Her oathed love... feeling him close for the first time in decades... She hurried to the garden with two ancient friends and sought him within the Pattern. To her horror, she found him, and to his horror, he found himself rescued, but filled with self-loathing at the things he had been forced to in his time of imprisonment at his father's hands... Together they began the healing process, and renewed their own vows to one another and find their missing daughter: [[Reunion]] / [[Seeking Night]] / [[The Tale of Magda]]. 

'''Sanguinna:''' 
>> [[Khore]] had granted her permission to earn the right to wed her love. But facing the three Brothers that had wounded her so grievously in the past made her tremble in fear. Three friends stepped forward with a fourth to ward her and the babe as this final task was completed: [[The Death of Three Brothers]]

'''Dwarvenhold:''' 
>> The room seemed crowded, somehow, thought it was only [[Typhon]] and [[Tokugawa]] present, as if all those who had helped her come to this moment stood by, ghostlike. Finding Deamhan had given her the strength and courage to seek out what had been lost so long ago... She took a deep breath, and with a muttered prayer to the Weaver, engaged the Duergar Princeling. Soon the battle was over, and the pinnacle of sorcerous achievement was hers once more... 

'''The Office of [[Tynian]], The Creator:''' 
>> His voice was harsh, demanding answers as to her suitability for the honor she sought. She spoke quietly, earnestly, of the long dreams she had held in her heart, her goals and hopes. After a few pointed questions as to her interactions with others, she felt a wave of light pass over her, as if the sun itself had embraced her. Mortality fell away, and a new life began...

 

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