Cordir - Mortal History - Revision history

https://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?action=history&feed=atom&title=Cordir_-_Mortal_History Cordir - Mortal History - Revision history 2026-04-30T00:11:18Z Revision history for this page on the wiki MediaWiki 1.36.1 https://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Cordir_-_Mortal_History&diff=17319&oldid=prev Cordir at 20:10, 1 December 2014 2014-12-01T20:10:47Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 20:10, 1 December 2014</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l68">Line 68:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 68:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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...<BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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...<BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">'''The Temples & The Guild'''<BR></ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> "You are unworthy of him," said the Son of Nash. His Apprentice had been sent away to protect him from her influence, with no word, no goodbye, nothing. Her heart broke once more, and it would be one hundred years and more before she would end her mourning...<BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> "You are unworthy of him," said the Son of Nash. His Apprentice had been sent away to protect him from her influence, with no word, no goodbye, nothing. Her heart broke once more, and it would be one hundred years and more before she would end her mourning...<BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td></tr> </table>

Cordir https://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Cordir_-_Mortal_History&diff=17318&oldid=prev Cordir at 20:09, 1 December 2014 2014-12-01T20:09:38Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 20:09, 1 December 2014</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l46">Line 46:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 46:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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...<BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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...<BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> Almost immediately forgotten by one for whom she had no memory, she wandered. An unidentifiable sense of loss painted her world gray, but some joy and solace was to be found in the quiet presence of a wanderer. Friendship, despite their dissimilarity, was forged. </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> Almost immediately forgotten by one for whom she had no memory, she wandered. An unidentifiable sense of loss painted her world gray, but some joy and solace was to be found in the quiet presence of a wanderer. Friendship, despite their dissimilarity, was forged. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><BR></ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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]]. </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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]]. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><BR></ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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... <BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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... <BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> The puppet strings tugged by the Perfect One's Son were all too plain, and she could not trust his sudden about-face. Though she cared for the Wanderer, she hesitated: What further plots were unseen, awaiting the wrong choice?</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> The puppet strings tugged by the Perfect One's Son were all too plain, and she could not trust his sudden about-face. Though she cared for the Wanderer, she hesitated: What further plots were unseen, awaiting the wrong choice?<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><BR></ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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…<BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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…<BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l92">Line 92:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 92:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''Sanguinna:'''<BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''Sanguinna:'''<BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> [[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]]</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> [[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]]<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><BR></ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''Dwarvenhold:'''<BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''Dwarvenhold:'''<BR></div></td></tr> </table>

Cordir https://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Cordir_-_Mortal_History&diff=17317&oldid=prev Cordir at 20:07, 1 December 2014 2014-12-01T20:07:49Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 20:07, 1 December 2014</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l31">Line 31:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 31:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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 [[Madman|Aaracokran]] claw seized her and flung her violently out of the edifice, and her mind went blank as the holy place of the [[Ebon Hand]] was torn away… <BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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 [[Madman|Aaracokran]] claw seized her and flung her violently out of the edifice, and her mind went blank as the holy place of the [[Ebon Hand]] was torn away… <BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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]]'''<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><BR></del><BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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]]'''<BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''Southshire:'''<BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''Southshire:'''<BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l37">Line 37:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 37:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''Temples:'''<BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''Temples:'''<BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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.]] </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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.]] <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><BR></ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''Midgaard:'''<BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''Midgaard:'''<BR></div></td></tr> </table>

Cordir https://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Cordir_-_Mortal_History&diff=17316&oldid=prev Cordir at 20:07, 1 December 2014 2014-12-01T20:07:20Z

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Cordir https://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Cordir_-_Mortal_History&diff=17315&oldid=prev Cordir at 20:05, 1 December 2014 2014-12-01T20:05:51Z

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Cordir https://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Cordir_-_Mortal_History&diff=13642&oldid=prev Aoide: fixing a link 2012-06-08T02:45:09Z

<p>fixing a link</p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 02:45, 8 June 2012</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l66">Line 66:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 66:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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... <BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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... <BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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... <BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">]</ins>]. 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... <BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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...<BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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...<BR></div></td></tr> </table>

Aoide https://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Cordir_-_Mortal_History&diff=11952&oldid=prev Cordir at 00:15, 15 January 2012 2012-01-15T00:15:33Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 00:15, 15 January 2012</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l1">Line 1:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 1:</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">[[Category:Cordir]]</ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"></ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>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…<BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>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…<BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> </table>

Cordir https://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Cordir_-_Mortal_History&diff=11094&oldid=prev Cordir: added link: Saving Cirth 2011-12-03T08:02:52Z

<p>added link: Saving Cirth</p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 08:02, 3 December 2011</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l78">Line 78:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 78:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''Sanguinna:'''<BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''Sanguinna:'''<BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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.<BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">: [[Saving Cirth]]</ins>.<BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''A Moonlit Garden in the Elven Homestead:'''<BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''A Moonlit Garden in the Elven Homestead:'''<BR></div></td></tr> </table>

Cordir https://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Cordir_-_Mortal_History&diff=9701&oldid=prev Cordir: links 2011-08-09T19:01:35Z

<p>links</p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 19:01, 9 August 2011</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l90">Line 90:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 90:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''The Office of [[Tynian]], The Creator:'''<BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''The Office of [[Tynian]], The Creator:'''<BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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...<BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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...</div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><BR></ins><BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; 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<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 22:22, 17 June 2011</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l81">Line 81:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 81:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''A Moonlit Garden in the Elven Homestead:'''<BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''A Moonlit Garden in the Elven Homestead:'''<BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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]].<BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>>> 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<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">]] / [[Seeking Night]] / [[The Tale of Magda</ins>]].<BR></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''Sanguinna:'''<BR></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''Sanguinna:'''<BR></div></td></tr> </table>

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