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Tranquility Rose (I)
aka: "Ty"
"The Birdie Girl"
Created June 3, 2002
Status Inactive
Race Aarakocra
Classes Shaman
Last Seen August 1, 2008
Followed Cordir
Spouse Noctus
Partner Gavin

Noctus & Tranquility, Portrait by Jerome


Mud Contributions:

Tranquility held the role of Handmaiden to the Lady Cordir. As such, she had a very strong part in the vast most of the roleplay scenes of the Chosen of Fate, especially Triat Mastery Quests, special ceremonies, and Fateful Hours.
She was also a prolific writer, and wrote entries for several Bardic Circles, including Bad, Bad Danger Twins and Smack Talkin.

Tranquility also built a series of emotes and custom socials, to bring her character to life:
Tranquility accidentally, of course, baps Nitidus with her wing! Oops!
Tranquility bangs her head into the ground, muttering "think, think"

Current Description: October 15, 2001

Grey pinions mark the trail of the Weaver Handmaiden.  Dropped carelessly 
upon the floor, her thoughts must have been elsewhere as she did 
not even bother to pick them up.  Soft music echoes on the wind  
behind her.

And all I ever love,
And all I ever love.
Not today...but maybe tomorrow.
Not today...but maybe tomorrow.
Tranquility is in perfect health.

Tranquility is using:
<used as light>     (Glowing) the Star of the One Dwarf
<worn on finger>    (Moderate magic) the flaring electrum ring
<worn on finger>    (Weak magic) the delicate turquoise ring
<worn around neck>  (Artifact magic) (woven) the song of storm and sky
<worn around neck>  (Invis) (Artifact magic) (Woven) visions and dreams
<worn on head>      (Moderate magic) (Glowing) a gossamer veil of Yochlol-silk
<worn on legs>      (Blue Aura) (Weak magic) a pair of white velvet hose
<worn on feet>      (Moderate magic) a pair of animal hide boots
<worn on hands>     (Weak magic) a pair of animal hide gloves
<worn on arms>      (Mystical) matching silver filigree armlets
<worn about body>   (Moderate magic) (Sealed) the Inviolate Oath of a Vestal
<worn about waist>  (Moderate magic) a black silk belt
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a studded leather bracer
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a reinforced leather wrist guard
<wielded>           (Potent magic) a razor sharp sword-rapier
<held>              (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Mercury Dragon Orb
<worn with pride>   (Purple Aura) (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen

Prior Descriptions:

The Betrayal:

(Tranquility was PK'd by Solaron, who had sworn oaths of brotherhood to her when he was in the Chosen of Fate. She took it as a crushing betrayal, and asked Cordir to create a description to help convey her feelings.)

It is with the breathtaking grace of a hawk in flight that she turns to face
you: an aara woman with a demeanor of dignity and strength and with a undertone
of startling sensuality that only her beloved husband ever has the privilege
of enjoying. Her gray eyes gleam with humor and intelligence. In them, you can
clearly see a wit that is as sharp as her talons. Upon one slender finger
gleams a beautiful band of metal, physical embodiment of an oath that binds
two diverse souls past the boundaries of death, even unto the stars' fading.
A single vivid, ragged scar mars the beauty of the smooth line of her feathered
form, the horrible reminder of a betrayal by one thought a brother. She sees
your gaze fall upon it, and her eyes darken to a shade closer to that of ash
than that of a dove's wing. "Some lessons scar the soul more deeply than the
flesh. This one, I shall never forget. Pardon me. Duty calls." She curtseys
in a manner with her wings that gives the impression of the sweeping skirts
of a highborn lady, and departs the room without making a sound.
Tranquility is in perfect health.

Triat Mastery's Beginning: November 23, 2003

Within her white gown, behind the rarely worn yet exquisitely crafted garb
of one of the Chosen of Fate, and numerous gifts from a gnome that still
brings a smile to her lips and light to hear heart that is unparalleled, 
only those that know this Aara maiden well would discern her nervousness. 

The unconscious slow opening and closing of her talons. The slight lilt in
her voice, her lyrical accent pressing more heavily against each word she 
speaks. The sidelong glances, holding both pride and fear within her gray 

Handmaiden to the Lady Cordir, wife of Noctus, apprentice to Gregar, the 
Aara that has always held the Weaver closest to her heart waits for each 
aspect to grant its terms.  
Tranquility is in perfect health.

Tranquility is using:
<used as light>     (Glowing) the Star of the One Dwarf
<worn on finger>    (Moderate magic) (Warded) Delicate interlocking silver bands
<worn on finger>    (Moderate magic) the stunning platinum ring
<worn around neck>  (Artifact magic) a luminescent oval of glowing tiger's eye
<worn around neck>  (Artifact magic) (woven) the song of storm and sky
<worn on body>      (Weak magic) (Glowing) a sheer gown of fine white silk
<worn on head>      (Moderate magic) a pearl-studded circlet of gray feathers
<worn on feet>      (Moderate magic) a set of claw sheathes
<worn on hands>     (Moderate magic) embroidered silverweave gloves
<worn about body>   (Moderate magic) (Glowing) an icy white cloak
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a silver bracelet of ebon spiderwebs
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) the thin gold bracelet
<wielded>           (Powerful magic) (Humming) a ninjato
<held>              (Moderate magic) a tiny mirror pin
<worn with pride>   (Purple Aura) (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen
<worn with pride>   (Purple Aura) (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen

Triat Mastery's End: February 13, 2004

Denied the standard perky smile she so often wears, her social tendencies
given to the Weaver as part of her quest, this Aara stands alone in quiet
contemplation. Tear tracks mar the dust on her cheeks as two bright streaks
of white come to being within her hair. Having travelled the land with a
legend, left forever scarred and marked by her, a new mark is clearly visible
upon the skin of this Aara. A wizard's mark, drawn by Lanfear, re-traced with
a dulled blade so that it, as well as her memory, never leaves this bird
behind again.

Triat Mastery's End: 03/21/2005

Odd it is that this bird's appearance would suddenly change so. Hair no longer restrained, it flows like an onyx and silver river over both her shoulders and the rise of her graceful wings. The feathers adorning them have become only more differentiated with age. Now many are a pure silver, seeming crafted of a rare and precious metal. Still more are a deep, rich, radiant black, reflecting only a minimal amount of light, as though she had recently been remade into something of shadow and stealth. Her bearing belies nothing of the sneakish tendencies of one class, however, the shaman is evident by her bearing and tendency to be almost obsessively aware of her surroundings. Head held high, she bears a quiet dignity and decisive wit that carry her through many successes and the few failures she can admit to. Seeming an ocean of water, contained behind an ever straining dam...this bird has been transformed. Reforged. Stronger of will, stronger of mettle, stronger of faith.
Weaver taught her sacrifice, even in the ending of her quest.
Wyrm forced growth and recognition of areas needing it.
Wyld remains the last stronghold to be challenged.
And it suits her well.
Tranquility is in perfect health.

Character History:

i am to tell of my history. This is something i have rarely spoken of, and never written in it's entirety, so bear with me if You feel as though You are sitting across from me as i speak to myself.

i remember my mother, though not well. She was as bright and warm as the sun, with a voice like music. i remember the reason for my name. my mother told me i was the fifillment of the only dream she had not yet attained, and that i was named for the feeling i brought her when she first saw me. i remember these things well, even though my mother flew from me as soon as i was able to use my wings, without landing on my feathered rump. Such is the way of my people.

i learned about nature from my mother. i learned of medicinal trees, how to harvest from the land things that can be eaten. i learned of all manner of roots, container weaving, and of varied and distant lands. i yearned to explore the things she spoke of before my flying feathers had even come in. She told me that her lessons would serve me well when i left to make "friends".

i remember very little about my father. i do remember that he had a voice as deep as the seas are wide, and that i never felt cold when he was near. i remember feeling safe in his presence. my mother said he was an explorer, like herself, only he was unable to resist the call of the wind on his wings. He often flew off for long periods of time.

The day my mother left was the saddest day of my life, but the beginning of true freedom as well. i finally flew, and i flew for hours before i returned to the nest, exhaulted by the feeling of the air beneath my wings, and the freedom of travelling unencumbered by the little rocks which always seemed to be under my feet. When i returned to share my joy, there was a scroll resting in the bottom of the next. i picked up the scroll, and found that it was held closed by something i could not see. it took me quite some time to realize, by tugging at it gently for what seemed like years, that i could pull it off or one end of the scroll, but there was no other way to untie or unfasten it. When i pulled it off one end, it felt as though it had fallen apart in my hand, but i felt a strange, yet familiar weight across my fingers. i carefully examined it with my hands. It felt chunky, but thin and circular, with a large (almost rounded) fat disk at one point. It seemed much like a necklace. Not knowing what else to do, i placed it about my neck and unrolled the scroll before me. i read it and then sat for days before venturing out again, prodded by a growling belly.

My mother had left me. She had traveled to meet my father.

Once i traveled out (i never did return to "our" nest), i saw other children, and asked them about their parents, but they quickly rushed back to their nests, not wanting to speak with me. i since found out that it is not as common as i once thought to abandon your chick(s). i do not know if i will ever see my parents again. Perhaps someday my travels will lead our paths to cross. Until then, i travel because my heart tells me to.

i try not to think of the other chicks that would not speak to me because my parents had left. i try not to think of the brutish guards who threw me in a cage when the found out i was alone in the world. i have served my time and earned my freedom, by coming of age in a world that did not seem to want much to do with me.

i am now grown, and though i am smaller than most of the other chicks, it is now my turn to depart from the questions about my travels, my life, even so much as my name. They did not want to know me then, they have no need to know me now.

i have learned that being bitter is not for me. i merely do not seek out their company, nor encourage them to do so with mine. Isolation is my nature, and so it shall remain until i grow out of it. Someday, i believe i will.

i seek knowledge of self, and the world. I seek to fuel the harmony i feel when communing with nature, and to share that harmony with all that i meet.

Last week's journey led me to a the most fascinating person, were it she does not mind being called a person. It was the first time i have stood in awe of anyone in my life besides the guards that granted me my freedom, and unlocked my cage.

This woman, is a goddess, who leads a following of people dedicated to service. Dedicated to help those who need it, be it because they are young, weak, scared, unwise, or just needful at that moment. Her name is Cordir, and this following is one called Fate. Their help does not come with cages and reprimands, instead, it comes with only the intent to help others learn to survive in a world that can be equal in it's beauty and terror.

i think i may have found a new nest. Only time will tell.

Today i begin a new journey. Wish me luck, for i feel i may need it. The tasks set before me are not simple, but will help me grow and learn of the world, as i always wished to. They carry some risk, but with the greatest risk, comes the greatest pleasure.
And what of the scroll? Oh, i almost forgot. It read:

Today Your Father has sent for me. He sent word with the owls.
i must travel to meet Him, but this is the way of Our people.
i trust that You will do well in the world, and i set You free so that You may, without concern for me.
Today, i have given You a gift, which You have already found.
A true friend will show themselves by helping You to see it, but only by asking another to do so.
Another will tell You how it will help, but You must not follow his path.
A third will show You something about it which You have never seen. That One's lead, you must follow.

My mother always told me that good luck, like her sister trouble, comes in threes. Two things i know above all others.
My mother was never wrong
Three is an interesting number.

Talking to Anathema: February 11, 2002

Notes: Tranquility could be very bad about violating Cordir's rules against talking to or associating with Anathema. Some of them were folks that we just hated putting on the Anathema list, like Ink, Palmer, Rath, Vulcan .. and Kain. In this log, created by Tranquility, from February 11, 2002, Tranquility very cheerfully requested her punishment for talking to Kain, yet again.

You ftell, 'Lady, a request?'.

Cordir ftells, 'sure'.

You ftell, 'I spoke to Kain earlier, but it got my weapon returned, when it was picked up off the ground by a mob'.
You ftell, 'I should be rifted'.
You ftell, 'and he is in the room at this time'.

Cordir ftells, 'you're right.'.

Cordir's soul rift *** ANNIHILATES *** you!
Your cloak is shattered!
That really did HURT!

Cordir's soul rift *** ANNIHILATES *** you!
That really did HURT!

Kain throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!
Kain says (in drow), 'more more!'.

You smirk at his saying.

Kain utters the words, 'sanctuary'.
You are surrounded by a white aura.

Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.
You feel better!

Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.
You feel better!

Kain says (in drow), 'haha, you cannot kill her!'.

You snicker softly.
You ftell, 'Oh dear'.
You ftell, 'He seems to think it is a challenge'.
You ftell, '*rofl* He sancted me'.
You ftell, '*rofl*'.

Cordir ftells, '*nod* I saw.'.

You ftell, 'at the least, he is amusing'.

Cordir's soul rift EVISCERATES you.
Cordir's soul rift MUTILATES you.

Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.
You feel better!

Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.
You feel better!

You giggle.
Tranquility hides her head under her left wing.

Cordir's soul rift EVISCERATES you.
Cordir's soul rift MUTILATES you.

Kain checks on your health.

Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.
You feel better!

Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.
You feel better!

Cordir's soul rift DISEMBOWELS you.
Cordir's soul rift EVISCERATES you.

Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.
You feel better!

Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.
You feel better!

You ftell, '*cackles hysterically*'.

Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.
You feel better!

Cordir ftells, '*grin*'.

Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.
You feel better!

Kain checks on your health.

<329hp(373) 290ma(290) 362mv(362)(16374) s: ok 35884gp sp: [commn] >

Cordir ftells, 'I am, of course, snooping.'.

Kain throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!

Cordir's soul rift maims you.

You ftell, 'of course!'.

Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.
You feel better!

Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.
You feel better!

Cordir ftells, '*grumble* And echo just wore off.'.

Kain reports: 552/552 hp 14/373 mana 643/643 mv 275454 xp.

The white aura around your body fades.

Kain frowns at himself. Poor baby.

You ftell, '*snicker* You killed his mana'.
You ftell, '*rofl*'.

Cordir reports: 200/200 hp 454/544 mana 200/200 mv 0 xp.

You giggle.

Kain sniffs sadly.
Kain says (in drow), 'but I regen faster!'.

You say (in common), 'quite amusing my Lady'.
You giggle.

And the VERY next day... Feb 12, 2002:

Tranquility braces herself.

You say, 'g'morning, birdie'.

Tranquility says (in common), 'I was speaking to Kain again Lady'.
Tranquility is a bad bird.

Kain says (in drow), 'good morning!'.

Kain utters the words, 'sanctuary'.
Tranquility is surrounded by a white aura.

Tranquility says (in common), 'But he was helping ThingOne get his corpse'.

You say, 'and why, may I ask?'.

Tranquility says (in common), 'SO I was helping, and being a nice birdie'.

You ponder the question.

Tranquility smiles at you.
Legionaire nods in recognition to you.

Kain says (in drow), 'still needs a rift i think'.

Legionaire says (in elven), 'me kain and thing were on corpse hunt'.

Kain nods at himself; he must be getting senile.

Legionaire says (in elven), 'ohh and stopping paython'.

Tranquility says (in common), 'he just enjoys watching me get rifted'.
Tranquility laughs.

Kain nods.
Kain says (in drow), 'flying feathers is cute'.

Your soul rift DISEMBOWELS Tranquility.
Your soul rift DISEMBOWELS Tranquility.

Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.

What's bothering you?

Tranquility grins mischievously.

Legionaire gasps in astonishment.

Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.
Kain checks on Tranquility's health.

Legionaire says (in elven), 'echo?'.

Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.

You say, 'You got a sanct in advace?'.

Legionaire checks on Tranquility's health.

You glare icily at her.

Tranquility shakes her head.

Kain nods in recognition to you.

Legionaire laughs.

Tranquility says (in common), 'Kain did it!!!!'.

Tranquility flees!

Kain says (in drow), 'she quaffed, I saw it!'.

Tranquility hides in the corner.

Cordir waggles her finger reprovingly at Kain.

Legionaire giggles.

Your soul rift DISEMBOWELS Tranquility.
Your soul rift maims Tranquility.

Your soul rift MUTILATES Tranquility.
Your soul rift maims Tranquility.

Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.

Tranquility winces. Ouch!

Your soul rift MUTILATES Tranquility.
Your soul rift maims Tranquility.

Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.

Tranquility says (in common), 'OW'.

Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.
Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.

Tranquility says (in common), 'wow'.
Tranquility laughs.

Your soul rift DISEMBOWELS Tranquility.

Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.

Tranquility pokes Kain in the ribs.
Tranquility says (in common), 'You're trouble for me'.

Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.
Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.

Tranquility sniffs sadly at the way Kain is treating her.

You nod in recognition to her.

Kain's poor birdie.
Kain checks on Tranquility's health.

You say, 'that is what happens when you associate with Anathema'.

Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.

Tranquility ftells, '*grin*'.

Kain utters the words, 'cure critical'.

Tranquility ftells, 'Understood'.
Tranquility ftells, 'However, he did help retrieve the corpse'.

Kain scolds Tranquility.

Legionaire sits down and thinks deeply.

You ftell, '*nod* I know.= ) '.

Tranquility ftells, '*grin*'.

Tranquility ftells, 'we are such silly girls'.

You ftell, 'but you both seem to have so much fun when I rift you'.


  • This character was originally created as "Serenity" - however, when Tamar became a DemiGoddess, one of the following keywords that was used was 'Serenity.' Thus, the player requested a rename, and was granted "Tranquility."
  • Tranquility receives mention in the Blisspolls for "Friendliest Mortal", "Most Helpful," "Most Powerful," and "Most Generous."
  • Tranquility wrote restrings for others, including The golden Apothecary belt - Created For Khorlan Farseer.
  • Tranquility served as the Lady's Handmaiden and a member of the Taoiseach, the Chosen's council.
  • Tranquility's entry for PezQuest 9: (writing a description for Pez that included specific words): What is that smell? Is that….clam juice? In search of the strange scent your eyes alight upon a dwarf, sitting peacefully up against a wall. His brown eyes are either half-closed or decidedly squinty. His porous skin has been stained by the mango he happily munches as he rests. How many could this dwarf have eaten to stain his fingers so? That question is answered as he pulls another from his pocket and bites into it with gusto. His hair is a color somewhere between gray and brown, much like an aardvark's exterior. Scorch marks decorate his ill-fitting attire. Perhaps this short, stocky creature is highly flammable? Either that, or he should stop trying to befriend Dragons.


a luminescent shard of glowing tiger's eye

(Written by Cordir): Long Description: This smooth oval of glowing brown gemstone invites the inquisitive touch.

Extra Description: glow glowing luminescence
The glowing surface of this pendant nearly begs the touch: glossy smooth,
and surprisingly warm, it holds within it the shifting hues of a Tiger's
keen and protective gaze. Given in friendship as a wedding gift, it glows
with an inner light as strong as the spirit that gave it.

Extra Description: tiger tiger's eye
This gemstone is a perfect, elegant oval, mined from the same spot that
the holiest symbols of the Tigers are gathered. Its color shifts as the
light within it dances, almost flame-like.

a pearl-studded circlet of gray feathers

(Written by Cordir): Long Description: This circlet has been crafted of gray pinion feathers studded with pearls

Extra Description: circlet
This circlet is beautiful enough for a goddess... yet crafted
with love by a heart-sister to her dear friend for her special
wedding day. An inscription has been carefully engraved along
the inside of the circlet.

Extra Description: feathers feather gray
Each feather is downy-soft, like velvet to the touch, and is
the smallest of the pinion feathers of a dove.

Extra Description: pearls
Shimmering with a slight gray opalescence, these pearls are
of an immpecable quality, to be certain.

Extra Description: inscription
The inscription along the inside of this delicate circlet
reads: "Those who deserve happiness, shall always recieve
the greatest of joy. Best of my wishes to you, Tranquility.
- Ebonie"

embroidered silverweave gloves

(Written by Cordir): Long Description: Rare silverweave has been used to make these ladylike gloves.

Extra Description: embroidered embroidery gloves
Despite the challenge of ebellishing this special cloth,
delicate embroidery traces over the back of these gloves,
stitched in silks as vividly brilliant as the Threads on
the Tapestry itself. A set of initials, "N & T", entwine
within wreath made of of budding willow branches.

Extra Description: silverweave silver
Examining the silverweave closely, it becomes evident
that the material is not actual metal, as one might
first assume... somehow, silver hair of unusual strength
and sheen was used in its making.

Personal Timeline:

  • July 18, 1999: Serenity is created.
  • December 4, 1999: Serenity joins the Chosen of Fate.
  • March 19, 2000: Serenity goes on a Vision Quest.
  • March 24, 2000: In a Fateful Hour, Serenity tells the Chosen of Fate about her vision quest.
  • May 13, 2000: Tranquility reaches TH:3/SH:19.
  • June 6, 2000: Tranquility reaches TH:7/SH:19.
  • June 11, 2000: Tranquility reaches TH:9/SH:19.
  • August 4, 2000: Tranquility reaches TH:18.SH:19
  • January 29, 2001: Gregar of the Tigers accepts Tranquility of Fate as his shamanic apprentice.
  • March 15/01: Tranquility Rose, Handmaiden of Cordir, reaches Th:20\ Sh:21.
  • August 23, 2001: Gavin and Tranquility are summoned to an Audience with the Weaver.
  • September 9, 2001: Gavin posts a note pledging himself to Tranquility.
  • September 12, 2001: Tranquility Rose posts her thoughts on Neutrality.
  • November 1, 2001: Tranquility posts a note about the next Fateful Hour: For the next Fateful Hour (Tuesday night, 7pm system time) the Chosen wish to create a bardic circle. Following the tradition, many will be joining hands and sharing tales we are trying to keep to a shorter length than usual to allow all to speak. All mortals and immortals are invited, especially those that wish to share a tale. Please contact the Lady (Cordir) or myself when you see us online if you wish to participate. We look forward to seeing you there. - Tranquility, Handmaiden to the Lady Cordir.
  • November 14, 2001: Khore grants formal permission for Noctus to seek Tranquility's hand in marraige.
  • November 23, 2001: Tranquility dies in Sanguinna, but Noctus is there to perform the CR. Rubicant not only offered to help with the corpse....He retrieved the eggs Noctus had to drop to pick up her corpse, and returned them. Kantor, Abe, and Charles decide to test the new mage code...on Sendres the High mage, to be exact. After two rounds, Charles was Slept and Teleported. Kantor began a world-wide search for his friend, and it turns out he was on Cannibal Island - a shaman was needed, and Tranquility came to their assistance. Noctus dies in the Dream realm attempting to help Kaldred with a Triat Mastery quest. Several folks attempt to interfere with corpse rescue efforts, however, Mael, Kantor, Charles, Noctus, Abe, and Tranquility are determined to get the corpse back. Unfortunately, due to code restrictions on key popping, the corpse is not obtainable and decays.
  • November 27, 2001: Nitidus composes a song for Lanfear, Cordir and a third for Tranquility on the spot.
  • December 1, 2001: Tranquility of Fate reaches Sh:23\Th:21.
  • December 3, 2001: Cordir is restored/promoted to DemiGoddess. She re-starts the Chosen of Fate, a lawful neutral sentry following. To check the accept code (to make sure it will work given her status changes) she accepts Tranquility.
  • December 5, 2001: Tranquility joins the Hands of Fate, a special group within the Chosen.
  • December 10, 2001: Tranquility reaches Th:22\Sh:23.
  • December 15, 2001: Tranquility posts a poem: "N + T".
  • December 18, 2001: Tranquility, Hand-Maiden to the Lady Cordir, reaches Sh:24 Th:22.
  • February 4, 2002: Tranquility and Noctus of the Chosen become engaged after Ty completes a very special quest.
  • February 26, 2002: Pez gossips (in common), 'as dwarven prince, I hereby proclaim tranquility to be the official mayor of lineoth'.
  • March 6, 2002: Keat's wedding gift to Tranquility and Noctus is presented early - nearly one million gold.
  • March 11, 2002: Tranquility and Noctus are wed in Thaygar's Temple
  • March 12, 2002: Tranquility posts a note about her adventures with a mage mob (Sendres): Tranquility: My thanks / Tue Mar 12 10:09:49 2002/ To: all - I had the fortune of meeting a mage mob today. Bubba, Garland, Korsk, Lins and Paython...without your help I would not have survived. Thank you, so very much for answering the call for assistance. It is my hope that your gods cherish you as much as I do. - Alive and kicking, Tranquility
  • April 3, 2003: Tranquility posts Bad Bad Danger Twins, her entry from the previous night's bardic.
  • May 18, 2002: A GT is held in Phoenix, Arizona at Tranquility's house in Arizona, with Tranquility, Ptarchyzk, Tianna(sp?), Cordir, Nyx, Jahiliya, Kennet, Tripper, Belsambar (via phone), Foolkiller, Gaul, Tirant, Kain, Majere, Syla, Tokugawa, & Marisa attending
  • August 8, 2002: Tranquility levels to TH:23.
  • June 1, 2003: Tranquility posts a thank you note.
  • November 11, 2003: Tranquility reaches effective level 40.
  • November 23, 2003: Tranquility is given a Trial of Triat Mastery.
  • December 18, 2003: Tranquility celebrates her 800 year birthday.
  • January 1, 2005: Tranquility posts "The Jester Chapter" of her Triat Mastery Quest.- and Tynian responds.
  • January 9, 2005: Tranquility posts a note about Tritons.
  • July 21, 2005: Tranquility kills a draconian bodyguard for MM #30
  • June 29, 2008: Tranquility comes back as a level 1 to be present for Cordir's retirement.
  • July 30, 2008: Tranquility is recovered from Deletion.