Regarding Gwyrdain

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04/08/11: Notes – Rath was but recently returned to the Mud. Cordir was under the effects of a Mind Blank spell.

Zonaso shouts (in common), 'ALL HAIL LORD NASH!!!'.
Zonaso shouts (in common), 'ALL HAIL THE ARCH-LICH OF THE BLACK CONCLAVE!!!'.
Zonaso shouts (in common), 'ALL HAIL THE PHANTOM LORD OF THE NASHITE MAGI!!!'.

Daedalus shouts (in common), 'PRAISE LORD NASH!!'.
Daedalus shouts (in common), 'ALL HAIL THE PHANTOM OF THE NASHITE MAGI!'.

Lestat shouts (in halfling), 'ALL HAIL THE PHANTOM LORD OF THE NASHITE MAGI!!!'.
Lestat shouts (in halfling), 'PRAISE LORD NASH!!!'.


Rath shouts (in common), 'ALL PRAISE LORD NASH'.

The Kitchen
[Exits: west]
Any experienced adventurer can tell you that it isn't always easy to
find food. For new adventurers this task is even more difficult.
Originally this room was built to feed those adventurers who could not
do it for themselves. Dues negotiations with guild members forced
cutbacks in the staff and building maintenance so that all that is left
now is a fountain where you can still get a drink.
A small bit of scarlet bread has been burned with the Crest of Lord Nash.
Natilena's footprints are marked in the dust under your own feet.
A small white fountain gushes forth here.
(Translucent) Tharlodin is looking intently for someone.
Rath is sleeping here.

Rath wakes and stands up.
Rath rests.
Rath drinks water from a fountain.

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

Hedschott gossips (in common), 'AMMQ?????'.

Rath leaves west.
Tharlodin leaves west.

You tell Rath, '(you should look in the room you were in)'.

Rath arrives from the west.

Rath grins wickedly.

You nod in recognition to him.

Cordir says, 'It has been a long time since I heard your voice raised in praise of Lord Nash.'.

Rath rests.

Cordir says, 'I visited His temple recently, and recovered a small item.'.
Cordir indicates the wafer resting on the edge of the fountain.

Rath approaches the fountain, peering down and narrowing his eyes.
Rath carefully picks up the wafer, turning it over in his mailed palm carefully.
Rath's cheek twitches a bit, as old memories wrack his mind. Better days...

Cordir says, 'it's sacramental bread'.
Cordir says, 'from a Nashite Mass.'.

Rath says (in common), 'I am aware of this'.
Rath frowns a bit.

The Weaver's eyes are empty as she watches you, silently.

Rath says (in common), 'how could the greatness of Lord Nash leave this realm for so long?'.
Rath says (in common), 'it feels...emptier'.
Rath shakes his head, scowling.

Cordir says, 'I am able to speak on the history of Nash... not its present or future.'.

Rath says (in common), 'Weaver, why were you visiting such a place'.
Rath frowns, realizing the futility of the question.

Cordir blinks slowly.
Cordir responds slowly, 'I... don't... I don't remember.' Her face creases in a frown.

Rath says (in common), 'even for a being such as yourself, that may have been....'.
Rath says (in common), 'risky'.
Rath says (in common), 'the wrath and righteousness of Lord Nash knows no temporal bounds'.

Hedschott gossips (in common), 'I agree Rath'.

What's bothering you?

Cordir says, 'I have no fear of Nash.'.
Cordir says, 'Nor hatred, despite Molo's decision.'.

Rath grates his teeth.
Rath says (in common), 'regardless...the existence of this holy artifact is something that brings joy to what is left of my heart'.

Rath says (in common), 'we are destined to wait, until we are worthy of Lord Nash gracing us with another Pope...'.
Rath scowls.
Rath traces the lines in the bread with his finger before setting it back down on the edge of the stone fountain.

Cordir's lips twitch slightly at the corners. She makes a graceful gesture of conciliation. 'I have ever found - personally - that Nash needs no instrument.'
Cordir says, 'He acts as He wishes, in the lives of those who believe and those who do not. '.
Cordir says, 'It is when others act on His behalf, that true blasphemy occurs.'.

Rath says (in common), 'verily....a being as great as Lord Nash needs no intermediary'.

Cordir arches an eyebrow inquisitively.

Rath says (in common), 'so utterly wosay however'.
Rath grumbles.
Rath says (in common), '(need to get a real client..)'.

Rath says (in common), 'we mortal believers are dust beneath the heel of the great Lord Nash....the realms he reigns over outnumber the stars in the sky'.

Cordir gazes at you sadly. 'Perhaps someday you will see Him more kindly.'

Rath says (in common), 'so while not -necessary-'.
Rath says (in common), 'it is sometimes his design'.
Rath shrugs.

Cordir asks simply, 'How do you know?'
Cordir says, 'because someone told you it was so?'.

Rath says (in common), 'Lord Nash is like the ocean in some regards'.
Rath says (in common), 'vast, powerful, and his actions carry the heavy weight of inevitability'.

Cordir says, 'That intermediaries - Popes - are Nash's will?'.

Rath says (in common), 'because if they weren't, they would not exist'.

Rath scratches his chin for a moment.
Rath says (in common), 'Gwyrdain'.

Cordir's demeanor grows cautious. 'Yes?'

Rath cocks his head a bit as he studies your reaction.

Hedschott arrives from the west.
Hedschott signals that he is ready.

Rath says (in common), 'is not himself'.

Hedschott ponders what Rath is talking about.

Cordir says, 'In nearly all things, he is.'.
Cordir says, 'In one small regard, no, he is not.'.


Hedschott tries to break dance, but nearly breaks his neck!
Hedschott stops using Thumbscrews of the Nashite Inquisition.
Hedschott wears Thumbscrews of the Nashite Inquisition on his right finger.

Rath says (in common), 'the relative nature of "small" to an immortal who toys with the strands of fate is...ah..'.

Hedschott sweeps Rath into a romantic waltz.

Cordir frowns sharply.

Hedschott says (in common), 'I’m showing off this awesome restring u helped me out with'.

She answers abruptly, 'This was not my doing.'

Hedschott says (in common), 'and yer FROWNING :('.

Cordir says, 'I wasn't responding to you, Inquisitor, but the Judge.'.

Hedschott sits down and thinks deeply.
Hedschott says (in common), 'oh u guys are having some crazy rp session going on eh'.

Rath is unaware of any benevolent inquisitions.
Rath says (in common), 'but that is neither here nor there...'.

Hedschott scratches Rath's back.
Hedschott says (in common), 'who said I’m benevolent?'.

Rath says (in common), 'perhaps we can discuss this at length another time.'.

The Temple of Lord Nash
[Exits: none]
This huge hall's exact size is not discernible by standard measurements.
The many buttresses and arches form a tracery of shadowy dimness. The floors
and walls are covered in slabs of polished stone, apparently obsidian with
swirls of purplish basalt. Much magic has evidently been placed here, for an
evil darkness seeps from the walls and floor, making the whole chamber seem
uncomfortable and nerve-racking. In the center of the hall is a large plaque
sitting on an ornately carved pedestal.
(Glowing) A statue of Lord Nash stands before you in utter perfection.
(Light Red Aura) A spider spins its web in the tree limbs.

Rath arrives from a puff of smoke.

Hedschott cants, 'whine'.

Cordir gazes at you levelly. 'That ... his memory... was not my doing.'

Rath drops to the floor prostrate before the statue of Lord Nash.
Rath gathers himself and slowly returns to his feet.

Rath raises an eyebrow at you.
Rath says (in common), 'who else?'.

Cordir gestures at the statue. 'His Son.'

Rath steps back, mouth agape.

Cordir says, 'Sirak was stymied in his efforts to force a wedding in the time, manner, and place that he required...'.

Cordir says, 'So he arranged for Gwyrdain to be sent away on duties to the Far West...'.

Cordir says, 'Whereupon, his memories were tampered with.. and on his return....'.

Cordir says, 'Some things were simply cast aside by Sirak's hand.'.

Rath says (in common), 'Lord Sirak...'.
Rath's face tightens momentarily as he glances suspiciously

She returns your gaze levelly, with no indication of guile, only a touch of sorrow.

Rath frowns.
Rath says (in common), 'it is beyond my feeble mind to attempt to interpret Lord Sirak's ministrations'.
Rath says (in common), 'Gwyrdain is a loyal servant'.

Cordir says, 'He is.'.

Cordir says, '(ooc: these items should have been on the floor when you entered, but they'd purged)'.
You drop a fleeting memory.
You drop someone's shattered hopes.

Cordir says, 'that is all I know.'.
Cordir says, 'That it was induced by Lord Sirak.'.
Cordir says, 'That it solely encompasses Gwyrdain's relationship with me.'.

Rath says (in common), 'how did you come to this understanding?'.
Rath frowns.
Rath says (in common), 'I feared as much'.

Cordir shrugs slightly, 'I can smell..taste..see.. Sirak's essence upon him.'
Cordir says, 'and in speaking with Gwyrdain, I have gently probed the edges of this blackness in his mind.'.

Rath says (in common), 'you surely know the risks you take doing so'.

Cordir nods slightly.
Cordir says, 'Life is a risk.'.

Rath says (in common), 'Lord Sirak's purpose for Gwyrdain is is....'.
Rath searches for the right words.
Rath sighs loudly.
Rath says (in common), 'risky'.

Cordir makes a moue of non-disagreement. 'That is what it is.'
Cordir says, 'I will simply do all that I can to protect him from that veil in his thoughts being anyone.'.

Rath says (in common), 'to me Gwyrdain is an ally, but if his mind is shattered and his body consumed by the howling vortex, I know he will die embracing his purpose for Lord Nash'.

Cordir says, 'I do not wish him harmed - and I feel that at this point, for that veil to be removed... it would bring him harm.'.
Cordir says, 'And.. the veiling is the will of Sirak.'.
Cordir says, 'Whom I will not gainsay, in this.'.

Rath says (in common), 'my question to you, Weaver, is can you live with yourself if you condemn him to that fate'.

Cordir shudders abruptly, almost flinching, something inside her recoiling sharply.
Cordir turns away from you and the statue.

Rath gazes at the statue, falls to his knees, and places his forehead on the floor of the temple.

Ebon fires creep up out of the floor, comfortingly shrouding her for a moment.
Cordir breathes shallowly for a moment, her body curled around some internal pain.
Cordir forces herself to still, then to turn back towards you. Her eyes fairly glow with radiated pain.
Cordir says, 'I can. I have. I will.'.

Rath nods.
Rath says (in common), 'very well than'.

Cordir forces herself to straighten and regard you directly.
Cordir says, 'Have no fear on my count.'.
Cordir says, 'I am capable of bearing it.'.

Rath chuckles, evidently amused.
Rath says (in common), 'Weaver, please do not take offense'.

Cordir says, 'I take none.'.

Rath says (in common), 'but I am not concerned with your well-being'.
Rath says (in common), 'I am concerned for this mortal plane, should the internal torment of a goddess rip the strands of Fate apart'.

Again, that internal spasm of pain.
Her eyes fade to crimson, her aura flaring.

Cordir says softly, 'I have borne worse. I have committed worse. I do not wish others to suffer on my behalf. To avoid it, I would do anything.'

Rath winces visibly, as the ends of his grey streaked hair wick into embers from the intensity of the aura.

Rath nods solemnly.

Cordir says, 'You need not fear for his sake.'.
Cordir says, 'He will come to no harm at my hands.'.
Cordir says, 'and perhaps someday, Gwyrdain will have revealed to him the fullness of Nash's plan for him. '.
The name of the god is ash upon her tongue.

Rath smiles at the statue.

Cordir shudders slightly, turning so that it is not in her direct view.
Cordir says, '.. it pains me to be in this place. '.
Cordir says, 'I wished you to know the truth of my words, however..'.

Rath says (in common), 'let us go from here, Weaver'.
Rath nods.

Cordir says, 'and where else but here to swear what Sirak did?'.
Cordir says, 'where would you have me bring you?'.

Rath says (in common), 'every time i visit this holy place I count myself lucky Lord Nash has not obliterated me into a thousand pieces'.
Rath says (in common), 'for merely breathing the air here'.
Rath says (in common), 'wherever you will'.
Rath says (in common), 'well...'.

Cordir whispers through clenched jaw: "Where?"

Rath says (in common), 'guild hall'.
Rath disappears with a puff of smoke.

Cordir chokes back a cry of pain.

A Midnight Garden
[Exits: south]
(White Aura) A distressingly large, shiny black spider weaves webs here.

Cordir leans heavily against one of the benches, catching her breath against the twisting agony in her head.

The Kitchen
[Exits: west]
A small bit of scarlet bread has been burned with the Crest of Lord Nash.
Natilena's footprints are marked in the dust under your own feet.
A small white fountain gushes forth here.
Rath is here.

Rath rests.

Cordir shudders, and rests against the edge of the fountain.

Cordir says, 'pick it up or destroy it - '.
Cordir says, 'don't leave sacrament laying about.'.

Rath gets a bloody wafer .

(end log)