Cirth Gets His Fangs Back

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Kindred Once More

(This log was created by Cirth and is from his point of view)

A little bat flutters through the rafters.
Rhiannyon arrives from a puff of smoke.
You raise your eyebrow.
Rhiannyon says, 'Hi, Scribe!.'.
You bow deeply.
You say (in common), 'Greetings Rhiannyon'.
Rhiannyon says, 'How ya been?! I haven't seen you in AAAAAGES!.'.
You snicker softly.
Rhiannyon bounces.
You say (in common), 'True indeed, neither have I seen you!'.
Rhiannyon says, 'Well, I'm locked away in a deep dark cave now. Don't get out much..'.
Rhiannyon frowns.
Cirth comforts Rhiannyon.
Rhiannyon says, 'No more Kin to play with..'.

The Office of the TFC Housing Authority.
[Exits: west] .
Several comfy chairs sit around a small table, on it a large book describing each of the cities in the world that have listed vacancies for adventurers seeking homes or places to retire. Flipping through it, you recognize many as places you have visited, and several as good candidates for a place to call home. Looking around, you see the real estate agent waiting to assist you in your move, and motion him over so that you can begin the paperwork that surely must accompany something as complicated as relocating to another town. .
(White Aura) Rhiannyon smiles brightly at you and says, 'Hi!!'.
(White Aura) Wendell waits patiently while you decide where to live.

You nod.
You say (in common), 'Not many are left'.
Rhiannyon says, 'Anyway, I have a message for you.'.
You say (in common), 'Though DarkClaw can be seen in the realm sometimes'.
You bow deeply.
Rhiannyon says, 'Oh. Darkclaw.'.
Rhiannyon giggles.
You snicker softly.
Rhiannyon says, 'Look behind you.'.
You say (in common), 'um...'.
Cirth turns around...
Rhiannyon leans forward and plants a kiss on your neck. You feel two distinct sharp piercings.
A strange and comforting warmth flows over you.
Rhiannyon wipes her lips and smiles at you.
Cirth gasp. First from pain, them from pleasure.
Rhiannyon says, 'Welcome home, Scribe..'.
You bow before her.
Rhiannyon steps up, gives you a big hug, and grins.
You say (in common), 'You honor me Rhiaynnon'.
Cirth's blue eyes glitter.
Cirth smiles slightly, but no fangs are to be seen yet.
Rhiannyon bounces.

look Rhiannyon.
Sitting amidst cushions of rose-pastel, Rhiannyon smiles daintily up at you. She is small, no taller than 5' in height, and quite shapely. Slightly pointed ears peeking from behind luscious honey colored hair betray her somewhat elven heritage. Small fang tips overhang her ruby lips as she smiles at you with warm golden topaz colored eyes. Her excessive energy veritably streams from her petite frame as she bounces up and welcomes you to her corner of the office. She looks no older than a sixteen year old human... and yet, behind that wide innocent smile, you sense both power unbridled... and immense wisdom.
She's clad in a tight fitting black leather vest which manages to quite nicely accentuate her... neckline. Her slender arms taper to small gloves which, though somewhat out of place, seem to give her a slightly rebellious look. Her feet, clad in black leather boots connect with quite shapely legs which disappear underneath a black leather miniskirt. She looks at you with obvious mischief in her eyes and winks. She then proceeds to giggle.
She is listening to an old Fleetwood Mac song that faintly reminds you of her name. .
Rhiannyon is in perfect health.

Oh, yeah, there's something else. One second, lemme go get it!
You say (in common), 'I have... longed for the Gift'.
Rhiannyon disappears in a mushroom cloud.
Cirth looks at his hands.
Rhiannyon arrives from a puff of smoke.
Rhiannyon says, 'Got it!.'.
You blink.
You snicker softly.
Rhiannyon looks confused.
Rhiannyon looks confused.
You raise your eyebrow.
You say (in common), 'What matters you Rhiannyon?'.
Rhiannyon says, 'Er..'.
Someone utters the words, 'strength'. .
You feel stronger.
Someone gives you a small vial of a deep red liquid.
You snicker softly.
You say (in common), 'ah, sorry about that'.
Rhiannyon says, 'That's you know who's, you know what..'.
look vial.
This vial hums and is warm to the touch.
You say (in common), 'Once more you honor me. What a treasure!'.
Rhiannyon says, 'You must quaff it before it loses its potency..'.
You nod.
Rhiannyon says, 'You have NO IDEA what a pain it is to get him to let me do that!!.'.
Rhiannyon says, 'But I mentioned Cirth, and he smiled and did it happily..'.
Cirth holds the deep red vial to his lips.
You bow deeply.
You say (in common), 'You are much to kind'.
You say (in common), 'Please send Him my sincerest regards'.
Cirth inhales.
quaff vial You quaff a small vial of a deep red liquid. A warm feeling fills your body. You feel less tired. You feel righteous.
Rhiannyon says, 'Well??.'.
Cirth's eyes glitters.
Rhiannyon looks for sharp pointy teeth.
Cirth smiles slightly, revealing his fangs.
You say (in common), 'Much better'.
Rhiannyon bounces.
Rhiannyon says, 'You didn't look right without them!.'.
You say (in common), 'I feel as... myself again'.
A vague voice fills your mind, 'Uphold the faith. Welcome home...'.
You bow deeply.
You say (in common), 'Thank you Lord'.
Rhiannyon smiles and waves.
You say (in common), 'I hope to keep serving you and your Kindred'.
You say (in common), 'until all time is at end'.
The voice, 'I have no fear that you will do any less.'.
You bow before her.
Rhiannyon bows before you.
Rhiannyon disappears in a mushroom cloud.
Cirth smiles widely, trying out his new found fangs.

You pray, 'YES, Kindred once more!'.
You ftell, '*smiles slightly, revealing his FANGS*'.
Cordir tells you, '*grin*'.
Cordir ftells, 'YAY!!!'.
Cordir ftells, 'Congratulations on your RE-Embrace'.
Garvax (unseen) ftells, 'huh?'.
Ebonie ftells, '*confused*'.
Garvax (unseen) ftells, 'did I miss something'.
Cordir ftells, 'Cirth was a vampire in a former life'. Cordir ftells, 'he then Rebirthed, and wasn't a vampire'. Cordir ftells, 'He's a vampire again.'.
You ftell, 'Thank you Lady'.
Ebonie ftells, 'Ooo, fun fun'.
Garvax (unseen) ftells, 'you found Lord Khore?'.
You ftell, 'Yes, or rather his servant found me...'.

who cirth 1 player. Hel [ Ma: 9 ] Cirth the Pale. Reborn. Kindred. Servant of Cordir.