Aleid (prime)/The Possession of Aleid (log)

This log was an event during The Nazhor Chronicles, July 2019, from the perspective of Aleid.

Speaking to Telsas, Ordim suggests, "The circle please!"

Ordim beams happily at Telsas!

Nehor nods once at Telsas.

Crime chuckles.

Ordim removes a dark faenor forked dagger coated with thick blood from in his patchwork longcloak.

Crime turns toward Nehor and renders a sharp hand salute.

Ordim removes a cup of thick blood from in his patchwork longcloak.

Ordim put a cup of thick blood in his patchwork longcloak.

Telsas rubs a chalice of sanguine liquid in her hand.

Speaking to Ordim, you say, "Oh, that looks so real."

Telsas flashes a wide grin.

Lynaera adopts an agreeable expression.

Telsas quietly says, "Of course,  the circle."

Speaking to you, Ordim exclaims, "It is! I stopped by the butcher for the best effect!"

Ordim beams!

Nehor clearly announces, "I shall put a mark upon you all, letting it be known you are a member of our troupe and will be joining in the rehearsal."

With a wicked grin and a crack of her neck, Telsas caresses her sharp black horns.   After testing each tip with a satisfied nod, she returns her attention to the ongoings around her. 

You gawk at Ordim.

Telsas rolls her shoulders, causing her black wings to move back and forth lazily.

You say, "Such authen...authen..."

The light blue glow leaves Lynaera.

You frown.

Telsas reverently lowers her head, causing several locks of hair to fall away from her sharp black horns and revealing a line of ancient runes that are deeply etched into their base.  Finishing her silent prayer, she raises her head and carefully covers the markings with a few stray tresses of hair.

Lynaera fiddles distractedly with some miniature moons on her pendant, spinning each within its casing.

Telsas holds her liquid at arm's length and tilts it slightly, causing a thin trail of blood to trickle steadily forth from it.  Telsas lets it pour around herself as she turns slowly, and soon she is ringed by a rough circle of blood.

Lynaera appears to lose some internal strength.

You exclaim, "Such life like props!"

Lynaera becomes unbalanced for a second, then recovers.

Ordim giggles.

The deep blue glow leaves Lynaera.

Deep blue motes swirl away from Lynaera and fade.

The misty halo fades from Lynaera.

Crime's spirits are no longer lifted.

The air stops shimmering around Crime.

Telsas takes a few steps in a small circle.

Telsas nods approvingly to a fine sterling silver circlet.

Chanting softly, Ordim weaves his faenor forked dagger  through the air, drawing a series of complex runes.  Blood seeps out of the tip of the blade as he paints the pattern, which remains suspended in mid-air.

Nehor smiles beatifically and begins to trace runes on the forehead of Lynaera, Aleid, Telsas, Ordim, Crime and himself. The runes glow briefly before fading

Telsas nods to a circular stain of blood.

Ordim drags his faenor forked dagger  along a circular stain of blood on the floor, tracing small symbols into it.

Ordim drags his faenor forked dagger  along a circular stain of blood on the floor, tracing small symbols into it.

Your skin crawls as you feel a cold breeze sweep over you, and an unpleasant and cacophonous chime echoes faintly somewhere in the distance.

Ordim nods slowly.

Telsas clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.

A chill breeze springs up from nowhere, swirling through the area.

Lynaera asks, "Is it done?"

Ordim says, "And..."

Nehor nods once at Lynaera.

Ordim drags his faenor forked dagger  along a circular stain of blood on the floor, tracing small symbols into it.

Ordim nods approvingly.

A delicate teardrop of obsidian, which is set against Telsas's forehead, glitters brightly for a few moments.

You shiver.

Ordim wipes his faenor forked dagger  against his patchwork longcloak, cleaning the blade off.

Lynaera says, "I shall join the shade."

Lynaera quickly removes a short-bladed rolaren sgian achlais from one of the slits in her silk dagger harness, brandishing it high for all to see.

Ordim put a dark faenor forked dagger embedded with sandruby veins in his patchwork longcloak.

Speaking distractedly to Telsas, you exclaim, "Oh, pretty, I have one!"

Ordim turns to face Nehor.

A sparkling shadowy grey light races across the surface of your shadowy wraithaline as you tap it.

The wraithaline set into your forehead grows warm against your skin.

Nehor nods.

You smile.

Ordim nods once at Nehor.

Ordim looks less calm and refreshed than a moment ago.

Nehor clears his throat.

Speaking to Nehor, you ask, "Do you think it would give a good effect?"

Crime quietly asks, "Pardon me are we early  here?"

You point at your shadowy wraithaline.

Speaking to Crime, Ordim says, "The rehersal is starting."

Ordim touches one finger to his lips.

Nehor smiles at you.

Ordim nervously giggles.

Crime quietly says, "Rehersal."

Crime rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Speaking comfortingly to you, Nehor asks, "We will begin. For now, what you have is sufficent. Are you ready?"

Speaking to Nehor, you say, "You haven't told me when the actual program is."

You nod at Nehor.

Speaking to you, Nehor soothes, "You will be fine. Remember your lines and follow my instructions."

Ordim nods encouragingly to you.

You ask, "And none of you will laugh if I make it mistake, right?"

You frown.

Ordim looks over at you and shakes his head.

You nod.

Nehor loudly announces, "Now! Silence on the set until you are called upon to speak! Today...you will be a STAR! All of you."

Ordim praises you.

Nehor grins wickedly.

Nehor raises his hands in surrender!

You fold your hands behind your back, waiting patiently.

Ordim fidgets.

Ordim narrows his eyes.

A chill breeze springs up from nowhere, swirling slowly around the room.  As it moves, you note the exits from the room growing slightly opaque.

(Aleid stands silently in front of Nehor, bouncing from foot to foot as she gazes at him.)

Crime returns to normal color.

Nehor reverently intones, "Spirits of the Isle...Spirits seeking sanctuary...we reach to thee...we call out! Today, we entreat thee with a gift."

Nehor walks toward you.

Nehor reaches over and gently rests his hand on your arm.

Ordim kneels down and begins to recite prayers.

Crime cackles!

Speaking gravely to you, Nehor inquires, "Do you enter into this binding willingly? With no doubt? With all your heart and mind?"

Ordim stares at something in a knitted dark grey satchel.

Crime removes a well-coiffed shrunken human head with a craggy waxen pallor from in his woven silk cloak.

You seriously say, "I do."

Ordim stares at a series of complex runes of blood suspended mid-air.

Ordim just closed a knitted dark grey satchel.

Crime tosses his human head high into the air, causing it to let out a violent scream!  Crime deftly catches the head.

Crime put a well-coiffed shrunken human head with a craggy waxen pallor in his woven silk cloak.

Speaking to you, Nehor commands, "Then kneel. Close thine eyes. And prepare yourself."

Ordim stands up.

Telsas tilts her head back.

You think to yourself, "I hope I get more lines next time"

You kneel down.

A circular stain of blood's edges slowly fade away as it continues to dry up.

You fold your hands in your lap.

You incline your head.

A shadowy figure flickers into sight, then disappears once more.

Ordim narrows his eyes.

A modicum of the blood making up the complex runes fades away.

Nehor loudly chants, "Spirits of the north...we entreat thee! They who seek entry...let them hear!"

Telsas brushes her fingers lightly against her sanguine liquid.

Nehor strides a few steps forward.

Telsas holds her breath.

Nehor rings his crystal bell once, producing a single clear note.

Ordim leans down and slowly runs a finger across a circular stain of blood briefly.

Ordim nods approvingly.

You say, "Erae Infas Loxus."

The sound of breaking glass shatters the stillness.

A rasping groan sounds throughout the room.

Telsas quietly says, "Erae Infas Loxus."

The voice of Lynaera chants, "Erae Infas Loxus."

Crime quietly says, "Erae Infas Loxus."

Crime seems to lose some dexterity.

Nehor passionately declares, "Spirits of the East....we entreat thee! Those who seek this host...let them see!"

Nehor takes a few steps to his left.

Nehor rings his crystal bell once, producing a single clear note.

You clearly say, "Erae Infas Loxus."

Ordim gazes heavenward.

Ordim carefully runs his fingers over the edge of a series of complex runes of blood suspended mid-air, causing the blood to shimmer unnaturally.

Telsas quietly says, "Erae Infas Loxus."

The voice of Lynaera chants, "Erae Infas Loxus."

Crime quietly says, "Erae Infas Loxus."

Quiet mumbling is coming from the direction of Crime's woven silk cloak.

An echo sounds throughout the room, though its source cannot be seen... "... Me... Through!"

Telsas closes her eyes for a moment.

Telsas takes a deep breath.

Ordim's fingertips trail over the edge of his tanik mask as his lips twist into a patronizing smile.

Nehor theatrically intones, "Spirits of the west...we entreat thee! Those who wish to enter this realm...let them have this vessel."

Nehor takes a few steps to his right.

Nehor rings his crystal bell once, producing a single clear note.

You think to yourself, "So realistic, that role was filled well!"

You loudly say, "Erae Infas Loxus."

Ordim leans down and slowly runs a finger across a circular stain of blood briefly.

Telsas quietly says, "Erae Infas Loxus."

The voice of Lynaera chants, "Erae Infas Loxus."

Crime quietly says, "Erae Infas Loxus."

Nehor smiles toothily, looking down on Aleid...placing a single hand on her head before whispering something inaudible



You feel a sudden pressure against your temples, but it passes as quickly as it arose.

You close your eyes for a moment.

The whites of Nehor's eyes go dark as he chants forcefully in an archaic tongue.

Ordim clasps his hands in a reverent gesture.

You think to yourself, "Oh, my head. I hope I'm not getting sick"

Telsas narrows her eyes.

A shadowy masked figure appears at the edge of the room, sprinting towards Aleid!  It disappears after a mere two steps, however..

Telsas leans forward.

You gasp.

Nehor softly whispers aloud, "Spirits of the South...we entreat thee. The vessel is willing...the vessel calls...we would speak and make bargain. Hear us!"

(Aleid catches her breath, holding it for a moment as she gazes into the shadows.)

Nehor rings his crystal bell once, producing a single clear note.

You say, "Erae Infas Loxus."

Ordim carefully runs his fingers over the edge of a series of complex runes of blood suspended mid-air, causing the blood to shimmer unnaturally.

Nehor turns to face Ordim.

A circular stain of blood's edges slowly fade away as it continues to dry up.

Telsas quietly says, "Erae Infas Loxus."

Ordim turns to face Nehor.

Crime quietly says, "Erae Infas Loxus."

The voice of Lynaera chants, "Erae Infas Loxus."

A modicum of the blood making up the complex runes fades away.

Speaking gravely to Ordim, Nehor informs, "Speaker Ordim. The veil is thin. You may now seek to entreat the entity. If the terms are acceptable...make the mark on the vessel and let it Through."

The broom hare scratches at one of his ears.

Ordim nods once.

Ordim turns to face a series of complex runes of blood suspended mid-air.

The raucous sound of crows fills the air around you in a discordant jumble, the sound loud enough to cause pain.  As if taking off at once, the sound shifts to that of fluttering wings before finally fading to silence.

The teardrop of obsidian on Telsas's forehead flickers, as if a tiny jet black flame has appeared inside.  Without so much as a breath of smoke, it is extinguished.

Ordim theatrically exclaims, "Spirit of the returner! Come to use now and hear our words so that we might finalize your return to power!"

The figure looks just like a figure should.

A shadowy masked figure blinks into existence, though its form trembles.

Ordim stares at a shadowy masked figure.

A shadowy masked figure shrieks!

Ordim turns to face a shadowy masked figure.

You gaze at a shadowy masked figure.

Your shadowy wraithaline glimmers in the ambient light, swirling with liquid flecks of silver, gold, and shadowy grey.

You cover your ears.

You feel your face flush to the tops of your ears.

(Ordim steps towards the masked figure.)

Telsas watches a shadowy masked figure closely for a moment.

You quietly say, "Sorry. So loud. A good effect though."

A shadowy masked figure asks, "WHAT-.... YOU....... THROUGH?!?!?"

Crime's necrotic drake tattoo appears bored with its surroundings.

You hear unintelligible jabbering coming from Crime's woven silk cloak.  It stops as quickly as it began.

You blink at a shadowy masked figure.

Speaking to a shadowy masked figure, Ordim says, "Spirit of the Returner, FOCUS! listen our voice."

A shadowy masked figure scrabbles to one side on all fours, then blinks back to a normal stance.

Ordim squints at a shadowy masked figure.

Telsas cocks her head.

Nehor comfortingly whispers aloud, "Aleid Keep your eyes closed. This is part of the play. All will be well. You will be a star, I promise. All will know your name."

Speaking to Nehor, you whisper aloud, "I didn't get to meet this actor. Did he come in late?"

You nod at Nehor.

Speaking to a shadowy masked figure, Ordim exclaims, "We offer to you this vessel, on agreement of conditions as previously laid out are held true!"

You close your eyes for a moment.

Nehor touches one finger to his lips.

Speaking to a shadowy masked figure, Ordim exclaims, "Pay your debts and start anew!"

The broom hare twitches his ears.

A shadowy masked figure goes suddenly still, gazing around the room

A shadowy masked figure says, "I... KNOW......"

Ordim surreptitiously glances at Nehor.

A shadowy masked figure twitches suddenly, orienting on Aleid.

Telsas seems to be waiting for something.

Ordim removes a dark faenor forked dagger embedded with sandruby veins from in his patchwork longcloak.

Ordim raises his faenor forked dagger  in triumph!

Speaking to a shadowy masked figure, Ordim exclaims, "Speak your name, Returner!"

A shadowy masked figure asks, "WhatDoYouOfferWhatDoYouOfferWhatDoYouOfferWhatDoYouOfferWhatDoYouOfferWhatDoYouOffer?"

(Aleid opens one eye slightly, peeking at the figure before shutting it tightly again.)

A circular stain of blood's edges slowly fade away as it continues to dry up.

Telsas begins to twitch.

Speaking to you, Nehor whispers aloud, "Offer yourself. Your body as a host! Its part of the play. But you must sell it! Make the audience *believe*."

Ordim glances between a shadowy masked figure and yourself.

You nod at Nehor.

The blood dries up, the complex runes fading and then completely disappearing.

Speaking to a shadowy masked figure, Ordim says, "We offer you the chance to return."



You feel a tension against your senses, as if something were trying to force its way into your mind!

Speaking to a shadowy masked figure, Ordim adds, "But only if the bargain is struck and held true!"

You unconvincingly say, "I offer..."

Ordim glances at you.

Ordim nods encouragingly to you.

You almost swear that you hear a faint, whispering laughter from somewhere within the shadows.  Was it the wind?  Was it just your imagination?

You clear your throat.

Telsas lightly drums her fingers on her leg.

Ordim removes a cup of thick blood from in his patchwork longcloak.

You clearly say, "I offer myself to you."

Ordim put a cup of thick blood in his patchwork longcloak.

Chanting softly, Ordim weaves his faenor forked dagger  through the air, drawing a series of complex runes.  Blood seeps out of the tip of the blade as he paints the pattern, which remains suspended in mid-air.

A shadowy masked figure says, "....... yes................"."

Speaking seriously to a shadowy masked figure, you say, "Let me be your...vessel."

Ordim stares at a shadowy masked figure.

A shadowy masked figure glides forward, despite not appearing to move at all.

Telsas takes a moment to observe a shadowy masked figure.

Speaking to a shadowy masked figure, Ordim repeats, "Then speak your name and the bargain will be struck. Be warned, there will be no breaking of this bond!"

Ordim stares at a shadowy masked figure.

Speaking to a shadowy masked figure, you implore, "Take my body as your own."

The sound of a hacking cough emits from Crime's woven silk cloak.

A shadowy masked figure glides around Aleid, shadowy tendrils appearing to dance across her skin.

You glance to your left.

A shadowy masked figure says, "MY... NAME..."

A shadowy masked figure shrieks!

Ordim narrows his eyes.

Crime cackles!

Nehor frowns.

You lean to your left.

Speaking quietly to Nehor, you say, "You never told me his name."

A shadowy masked figure says, "AskNotWhatIsAlreadyKnownAskNotWhatIsAlreadyKnownAskNotWhatIsAlreadyKnownAskNotWhatIsAlreadyKnownAskNotWhatIsAlreadyKnownAskNotWhatIsAlreadyKnownAskNotWhatIsAlreadyKnownAskNotWhatIsAlreadyKnown."

Ordim squints at a shadowy masked figure.

A shadowy masked figure flickers in and out of sight, circling Aleid's form.

Speaking to a shadowy masked figure, Ordim exclaims, "Without this confirmation, the bargain is not agreed! SPEAK YOUR NAME!"

Ordim raises his faenor forked dagger  in triumph!

Speaking anxiously to Nehor, you whisper aloud, "How am I to know if no one told me."

Nehor narrows his eyes.

A shadowy masked figure comes to a sudden halt, then orients its attentions towards Ordim.

You furrow your brow, probably adding a wrinkle or two in the process.

Speaking to you, Nehor whispers aloud, "The name is not for you to speak."

You nod slowly.

Speaking quietly to a shadowy masked figure, Crime exclaims, "Bind yourself! Speak the name!"

Crime cackles!

Ordim stares at a shadowy masked figure.

Ordim narrows his eyes.

Ordim begins to twitch.

Telsas stares incredulously at the a shadowy masked figure.

Crime just opened a veniom bound vruul skin swordbelt inlaid with urglaes fangs.

As Crime reaches for his tachi, the shroud of misty white thorns coalescing around it part slightly -- allowing him to hold onto it safely.

Crime removes a folded coraesine tachi set with a black ora-etched grip from in his vruul skin swordbelt.

Crime slings a spiked low steel buckler with a dull reflective luster off from over his shoulder.

Crime just closed a veniom bound vruul skin swordbelt inlaid with urglaes fangs.

You think to yourself, "Is the halfling stealing my role?"

A shadowy masked figure says, "I... must... return.  Thus I give you what you seek...."

Ordim nods slowly.

A shadowy masked figure exclaims, "NAZHOR!"

You glance between Ordim and a shadowy masked figure.

Ordim grins slowly.

Ordim raises his faenor forked dagger  in triumph!

Nehor quickly exclaims, "Bind him!"

Chanting rhythmically, Ordim waves his faenor forked dagger  in each of the cardinal directions, flinging droplets of thick blood outward from the blade as he progresses through each one.

Ordim circles around a shadowy masked figure in a predatory manner, brandishing his faenor forked dagger  threateningly at it.

Telsas rolls her shoulders, causing her black wings to move back and forth lazily.

Nehor smiles wickedly and grabs Aleid's arms firmly, holding her still and in place.

A shadowy masked figure shrieks, bending its form unnaturally!

Speaking to a shadowy masked figure, Ordim exclaims, "You'll not cross us this time!"

Ordim scowls.

You anxiously say, "Ow, so tight, you're hurting my arm."

Nehor turns away, ignoring you.

A series of tiny slivers of green sprout up from your rose vine anklet, and in a surreal manner, they quickly grow larger, unfurling leaves, and then bursting into tiny rosebuds, nearly ready to bloom.

A circular stain of blood's edges slowly fade away as it continues to dry up.

A shadowy masked figure exclaims, "I... MUST... RETURN!  I... MUST... FINISH!"

Telsas quietly says, "Don't resist, it will only make it worse."

You tilt your head down.

Speaking loudly to Ordim, Nehor commands, "Finish it! Bind him and force him into the Vessel!"

Ordim holds his faenor forked dagger  out in front of him and bows in a reverent manner, then carefully sets it down upon the floor.



As Ordim rises to his feet, he presses his palms together in a prayer-like gesture.  He separates his hands and spreads them, palm-up, out in front of him as he invokes a curse.



Returning to his original position, Ordim retrieves his dagger .

A shadowy masked figure begins to flow towards Aleid's form, tendrils of essence slowly trailing towards, and through, her.

You close your eyes for a moment.

Speaking to a shadowy masked figure, Ordim exclaims, "Take your vessel!"

Ordim reaches over and gently rests his hand on you.

You lean forward.

A ghostly whisper of wind passes over you, leaving you feeling faint and disoriented.



You feel a rushing sensation, and a series of distant echoes sound in your mind, though no sense of them can be discerned.



Ordim circles around you in a predatory manner, brandishing his faenor forked dagger  threateningly at you.

Crime runs his finger along the coraesine tachi's blade, causing one of the sigils engraved upon its surface to pulse with a pale white glow.

Ordim raises his faenor forked dagger  in triumph!

A modicum of the blood making up the complex runes fades away.

The light blue glow leaves you.

Grows more and more indistinct as it drains into Aleid's form.

Speaking to Nehor, Ordim says, "It is done."

Nehor shudders.

Ordim narrows his eyes.

(Aleid leans over onto all fours, panting slightly as her skin begins to blanch.)

Ordim walks toward you.

Crime's coraesine tachi blurs slightly as the hazy mist-thorns whirling around it sink through its surface, only to rise again like waves of tiny fangs.

A violent scream emits from Crime's woven silk cloak!

Crime cackles!

The air about you stops shimmering.

Nehor gazes confidently at you.

You no longer hear voices in your mind.

You no longer feel so dextrous.

Telsas takes a moment to observe you.

You weakly say, "I don't feel right."

Ordim examines you closely, sizing you up and taking note of all the details.

Nehor amusedly declares, "The ritual is complete. You now are a vessel...a prison...for the spirit Nazhor. Through you...we will accomplish much. So much."

Speaking to you, Ordim asks, "Can you hear us?"

Ordim squints at you.

Ordim gives you a series of teasing little prods along the spine.

Ordim put a dark faenor forked dagger  coated with thick blood in his patchwork longcloak..

You crossly say, "Of course I can here you, you snive..."

You clasp a hand over your mouth.

Ordim grins slowly.

Crime raises his coraesine tachi over his head, closing his eyes as the blade of the tachi begins to flicker and pulse rapidly with a grey-white light.  Massive tendrils of mist burst forth from the glowing blade, shrouding Crime in a billowing cloak of grey air as the wind around you begins to resonate with the unleashed power...

A gust of wind tugs at your sleeves.  Suddenly, a fierce wind rips through the area, scattering everything in its path and making it difficult to remain standing.

The wind knocks you off your balance and you fall over.

Your arms are forced down to your sides!

Roundtime: 12 sec.

Roundtime changed to 7 seconds.

Nehor is knocked over by the wind!

Ordim is knocked over by the wind!

The wind scatters the cloud.

The wind then subsides.

Crime cackles!

Ordim nods approvingly at Nehor.

Ordim glances at Crime.

Telsas stares unwaveringly at Crime.

You narrow your eyes.

Speaking to Crime, Ordim reminds, "SECOND ACT!"

Ordim scowls.

Nehor stands up.

Ordim stands up.

You stand back up.

Ordim compulsively brushes his hands all over his body, sending a sprinkling of crumbs into the air.

You feel a wave of nausea slide over you, and your skin feels tight across your frame.  The room slowly starts to spin, and you feel yourself losing consciousness.

Nehor frowns.

Ordim nervously giggles.

Crime quietly exclaims, "Success!"

You feel a bit weak in the knees and find yourself wobbling.

Ordim says, "Pesky prisons produce particularly playful prisoners."

Ordim twitches, trying to control a vocal outburst, before settling into a disdained grumble while regaining composure.

Speaking disdainfully to you, Nehor says, "Not you, girl. We are talking to HIM."

You lean on Nehor.

Nehor sneers.

The broom hare chitters.

Crime's coraesine tachi is cast in a pale blue glow as the misty thorns encircling it in a tight vortex pulse and hum with power.

You weakly say, "I'm feeling rather curious."

Ordim nods slowly.

Telsas paces to her left, moving in a circle around you.

Speaking to Nehor, Ordim confirms, "Sounds like Nehzor's special trait shining through already."

Ordim looks thoughtfully at you.

A shudder rushes across your senses, and you feel disoriented.  You have a hard time processing anything that's being said around you.

You quickly say, "Oh, stop, I'm so dizzy."

Ordim squints at you.

Speaking to Ordim, Nehor says, "It seems the prison has...some side effects. I thought that he would subsume her but it seems...it is a shared vessel."

Nehor rubs his chin thoughtfully.

The misty thorns whirl faster around Crime's coraesine tachi, their hazy silhouettes blurring the air around them.

Ordim looks thoughtfully at you.

Nehor paces to his left, moving in a circle around you.

Speaking quietly to you, Crime says, "Let me get this straight, a man trapped in a woman's body..."

Telsas quietly says, "Or a pretense of such."

Crime cackles!

You frown.

Ordim nods slowly at Telsas.

Crime stares at you.

Speaking to you, Ordim asks, "Muffin?"

Ordim cocks his head at you.

You stare at Ordim.

Ordim just opened a knitted dark grey satchel.

Ordim removes a cast iron muffin tin from in his dark grey satchel.

Crime quietly says, "Shared vessel."

Ordim removes a warm strawberry muffin from in his muffin tin.

Crime scoffs.

Ordim put a cast iron muffin tin in his dark grey satchel.

Ordim offers you a warm strawberry muffin.  Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it.  The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Crime quietly says, "Do not be so fooled."

Speaking to Ordim, you say, "Do really this is the time for such...oh, that looks good."

You accept Ordim's offer and are now holding a warm strawberry muffin.

A faint howl echoes from somewhere in the distance, sending shivers up your spine.

Ordim adopts an agreeable expression.

You giggle.

Ordim nods approvingly to you.

You take a bite of your strawberry muffin.  The slightly caramelized muffin top provides a crunchy counterpoint to the soft center.

You have 4 bites left.

Ordim nods approvingly at Nehor.

The dully illuminated mantle protecting Ordim begins to falter, then completely fades away.

Telsas's teardrop of obsidian pulses against her forehead, giving off a faint jet black glow.

Speaking to Nehor, Ordim exclaims, "Nuffin a muffin can't fix!"

Ordim beams!

A modicum of the blood making up the complex runes fades away.

You say, "Hideous."

Ordim looks thoughtfully at you.

You drop a warm strawberry muffin.

You feel more and more disoriented... the floor sways under your feet, and the words around you seem to make no sense.

Ordim glances down.

Ordim frowns.

Nehor raises an eyebrow.

The broom hare sits down.

Speaking to Nehor, Ordim says, "Well... its a start."

Ordim giggles.

Nehor nods once.

Nehor requests, "Mistress Lynaere, would you come out if you please?"

Nehor inclines his ear, listening intently.

The broom hare forages around the room.

You hear a quiet gurgling sound from somewhere nearby.

Lynaera nods politely at Nehor.

Ordim folds his hands behind his back.

Ordim hums happily to himself as he rummages through his possessions. His tune takes a sudden upbeat turn when he finds a handful of crumbs which he promptly pops into his mouth.

You feel at full magical power again.

Speaking politely to Lynaera, Nehor says, "This vessel is now...a tool. For your assistance, we will let you use it for a task, as you see fit. But in return, you must protect it..."

Ordim nods absently.

Ordim picks up a warm strawberry muffin.

Ordim dusts off the strawberry muffin in his hand.

Lynaera nods slowly at Nehor.

Ordim takes a bite of his strawberry muffin.

Lynaera curiously asks, "What would result if the vessel is damaged or slain?"

Ordim takes a bite of his strawberry muffin.

Telsas reaches over and pets a tiny nacreous humanoid skeleton with bat wings and a scorpion tail sitting on her shoulder.

Ordim glances nervously at Lynaera.

The voice of Crime quietly says, "If Aleid were to peris, yes my question too."

Ordim looks thoughtfully at you.

You hear someone cough.

Speaking gravely to Lynaera, Nehor says, "That would be...bad for all involved."

The voice of Crime quietly says, "Perish."

Ordim furrows his brow.

Lynaera nods faintly at Nehor.

Nehor says, "No one wants to see Nazhor Unleashed without being under control."

Ordim nods in agreement at Nehor.

Ordim scowls.

The misty thorns whirl faster around Crime's coraesine tachi, their hazy silhouettes blurring the air around them.

The voice of Crime quietly asks, "No one?"

Ordim takes a bite of his strawberry muffin.

Nehor reminds, "He betrayed us. He would not hesitate to do so again. However...he did so before he could fulfill his deal and grant us the Power we needed."

Nehor amusedly says, "Now, he will have no choice."

You hear a rushing noise all about you, but it's impossible to discern.

Nehor frowns.

The misty thorns surrounding Crime's coraesine tachi whirl in a tight spiral.

Nehor turns to face you.

Ordim glances at you.

Nehor commands, "Silence!"

Telsas glances between Nehor and yourself.

Speaking to you, Ordim exclaims, "Yes, the sandal is on the other furry foot now!"

Ordim beams!

Ordim removes his silver-laced sandals, flaps them together like a moving mouth at you, and puts them back on.

The voice of Crime quietly asks, "How potent is Aleid now?"

Ordim takes a bite of his strawberry muffin.

Crime's coraesine tachi is cast in a pale blue glow as the misty thorns encircling it in a tight vortex pulse and hum with power.

Nehor honestly admits, "That is something we will have to test."

Nehor rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Crime comes out of hiding.

Mirage-like distortions surround Crime as he prepares a spell...

Crime gestures at you.

You are awakened by Crime's attack!

Cloudy wisps swirl about you.

  CS: +358 - TD: +216 + CvA: +15 + d100: +21 == +178

  Warding failed!

The wisps solidify into thick strands of webbing that tighten about your body!

Nehor thoughtfully muses, "But what would be an appropriate...test case."

Ordim glances at Crime.

Ordim waves a hand at Crime, dismissing him indifferently.

Crime quietly says, "Webbed."

Crime nods.

A rat scurries out of the shadows and runs across the floor.  It glances up once, its red eyes glowing in the dim light, before disappearing again into the darkness.

Ordim looks thoughtfully at Crime.

Ordim rocks back on his heels.

The broom hare scratches at one of his ears.

Crime quietly exclaims, "He said test!"

You watch as the room swims into view, though you feel terribly drained... and you're unsure how you ended up on the ground...

Crime points at Nehor.

The blood dries up, the complex runes fading and then completely disappearing.

Ordim kneels down.

Ordim squints at you.

The webs dissolve from around you.

You frown.

Speaking to you, Ordim asks, "What am I?"

Ordim looks thoughtfully at you.

You carefully ask, "The muffin man?"

Ordim ponders.

You sit up.

Crime chuckles.

Ordim nods slowly.

You say, "Or, halfling, I suppose."

Speaking to you, Ordim exclaims, "Close enough!"

Lynaera says, "The host body is as powerful as the host body. The spirit within is what must be examined."

Speaking to you, Ordim asks, "Think really hard on this... what do I do?"

Ordim squints at you.

Crime's necrotic drake tattoo seems to grow increasingly more restless as it mills about.  Finally, it gathers itself and disappears behind the black leather pants covering his thigh.



You feel disoriented, and something is not quite... right in your mind, though you can't quite place it.  It feels... dormant, somehow, though you can't say how you know that for certain.



Speaking to Ordim, you say, "I...don't knkow, I've..."

You close your eyes for a moment.

Ordim narrows his eyes.

Nehor inquires, "What do you all think? Where should we unleash Nazhor in order to test how...pussient he is now in this form?"

Speaking to Nehor, Ordim says, "We might be about to find out..."

Nehor nods gravely.

Speaking to Nehor, Lynaera says, "That would be unwise."

Speaking to you, Ordim says, "Just relax and think about the muffin man for a moment."

Speaking curiously to Nehor, you ask, "What's the word mean?"

Ordim nods slowly to you.

Crime grins.

Speaking to Ordim, you say, "I could use a snack, I'm absolutely famished."

Speaking calmly to you, Nehor explains, "Pussient is another word for powerful, miss."

Ordim removes a cast iron muffin tin from in his dark grey satchel.

Ordim removes a warm cranberry muffin from in his muffin tin.

Ordim offers you a warm cranberry muffin.  Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it.  The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Ordim put a cast iron muffin tin in his dark grey satchel.

You accept Ordim's offer and are now holding a warm cranberry muffin.

You take a bite of your cranberry muffin.

You have 4 bites left.

The broom hare stands up on his hind feet and gazes around the room.

Ordim stands up.

Several of the misty thorns twisting around Crime's coraesine tachi turn a dark incarnadine, their hazy forms resembling curved fangs.

Ordim compulsively brushes his hands all over his body, sending a sprinkling of crumbs into the air.

Speaking to Nehor, you mumble, "No miss."

Nehor corrects, "Puissant."

You take a bite of your cranberry muffin.  Cakey and tender, the muffin bursts with cranberry flavor.

You have 3 bites left.

Nehor coughs.

Speaking to Nehor, Ordim says, "He might have hidden in the corners of her mind for now."

Ordim looks thoughtfully at you.

Nehor apologetically says, "My pronounciation could use work."

Nehor nods at Ordim.

Ordim folds his arms across his chest and with a shrug, grins deviously.  He must be up to something!

Ordim nervously giggles.

Nehor gravely warns, "We must be on guard."

Ordim nods in agreement at Nehor.

Crime's coraesine tachi is cast in a pale blue glow as the misty thorns encircling it in a tight vortex pulse and hum with power.

Speaking to you, Ordim asks, "Ice cream to go with that?"

Speaking to you, Ordim confirms, "Since you did such a good job!"

Speaking quietly to Nehor, you whisper aloud, "Do I have any more lines?"

Ordim turns to you and cheers!

The dully illuminated mantle protecting Telsas begins to falter, then completely fades away.

Nehor looks over at you and shakes his head.

Ordim nods approvingly at Nehor.

You say, "Oh, ice cream would go well, yes."

Speaking pleasedly to you, Nehor says, "You did well. You will be a STAR! As I promised. I am sure many will be eager to speak with you."

Nehor grins wickedly.

You stand back up.

You feel a bit weak in the knees and find yourself wobbling.

Ordim removes a rhimar-lined churn from in his patchwork longcloak.

Ordim turns the crank on the rhimar-lined churn, which emits a faint whirring sound.  Ordim comes away from the churn with some vanilla ice cream.

You say, "Oof."

Ordim offers you some vanilla ice cream.  Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it.  The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Ordim put a rhimar-lined churn in his patchwork longcloak.

Speaking to you, Ordim exclaims, "It was an amazing performance!"

You accept Ordim's offer and are now holding some vanilla ice cream.

Speaking to you, Ordim says, "Rest a bit, the experience can be...taxing."

You say, "And this was just the...."

Ordim nods knowingly.

You take a bite of your cranberry muffin.  Cakey and tender, the muffin bursts with cranberry flavor.

You have 2 bites left.

Ordim plops down to the ground in a sitting position.

You mumble, "Rehearsal?"

Ordim compulsively brushes his hands all over his body, sending a sprinkling of crumbs into the air.

Nehor nods to you.

Crime chuckles.

Speaking to you, Ordim says, "Better to get the jitters out now."

A cool breeze drifts through the area, and you note the exits to the room beginning to grow less opaque.  It won't be long before they are opened once more.

Ordim giggles.

The misty thorns whirl faster around Crime's coraesine tachi, their hazy silhouettes blurring the air around them.

Lynaera says, "We may have visitors, soon."

Speaking ominously to you, Nehor says, "Oh yes. There will be many performances to come. I am...eager to begin."

(Nehor glances at the portals.)

Ordim narrows his eyes.

Telsas furrows her brow.

The sound of breaking glass shatters the stillness.

You confidently say, "I think I will be fine."

Telsas glances at Ordim.

Ordim exclaims, "Everyone wants to see the play before its ready!"

Nehor says, "For now...I think it best we all find safe haven. Lest we be...mobbed by fans."

Ordim frowns.

You take a bite of your vanilla ice cream.  The cold ice cream melts across your tongue, allowing you to savor the vanilla flavor.

You have 6 bites left.

Ordim folds his arms over his chest in a display of stubborn pride, tilting his chin up slightly in defiance.

Nehor gulps.

The broom hare chitters.

Sweeping his arm outward, Nehor bows low in a grand fashion.

Telsas joins Ordim's group.

Ordim stands up.

Ordim compulsively brushes his hands all over his body, sending a sprinkling of crumbs into the air.

You exclaim, "That wasn't hard at all!"

You frown.

Speaking affably to you, Nehor says, "I'll be in touch."

Crime's coraesine tachi is cast in a pale blue glow as the misty thorns encircling it in a tight vortex pulse and hum with power.

Ordim nods in agreement to you.

Nehor winks at you and flashes a sly grin.