Nations on the Brink (storyline)/2023-03-24 - Kasendra's Funeral in Tamzyrr (log)
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This log is from the Nations on the Brink storyline on Charlatos 24, 5123, (March 24, 2023). It has been moderately edited to focus on the funeral service and the NPCs involved.
Odelgarde arrived before the start of this log. She stated that she was just there on business and then would be returning to Vornavis Keep. She opened a portal from North Market SE to Tamzyrr so that everyone could go through and attend the funeral service for Kasendra Malwind.
[After arriving in Tamzyr, accompanied by lots of bowing, curtsying, and greeting...] [Temple of Steps, Ascent] Steps of azure-veined marble ascend from the street in even succession. They climb toward a sprawling temple complex atop the bluffs, its beveled marble columns and high windows just glinting shadows in the darkness. Sea winds whip by, cold and heavy-laden with the tang of brine. The steps are old and worn smooth by the passage of many feet, but despite the best efforts of the temple's attendants, they are spotted here and there with the droppings of gulls and other sea birds. You also see the Avalera disk, the Avrey disk, the Guarrin disk, the black jade Kothos disk edged with glittering gold, a sly sunburst spirit that is flying around, a dejected dune spirit that is flying around and a shimmering blue portal. Also here: Ifanna, Fionola, Lord Teveriel, Lady Uniana, Asheura, Lady Avawren, Lord Paidreg, Sir Bristenn, Commodore Jaysehn, Town Councilor Kayse, Hospitaller Yukito, Lady Meliyara, Bakarus, Skorrian, Xorus, Kothos, Mourdeyan, Falicor, Imperatrix Lylia, Lady Regwen, Maikoya, Perigourd, Sirona, Sage Missoni, Jisandra, Delindra, Lady in Waiting Lynaera, Earthdiver, Lady Ysaeril, Avrey, Avalera, Land Pirate Maylan, Jiarine, Sir Cryheart, Lord Tennalnen, Lady Akenna, Agathilea, Pirella, Aliyna, Magister Raelee, Sir Guarrin, Faerinn, Dahcre Reader Ordim, High Lady Kynsella, Eylna Obvious paths: up Delindra glances up. Folding her arms against her waist, Akenna slips her hands into the opposite sleeve of her ebon matte silk houppelande and maintains a contemplative disposition. Speaking to Raelee, Paidreg says, "I spent a bit of time on Talon Isle. Beautiful, but it has an unfortunate lack of mail service." Guarrin cordially greets, "Good evening to you both." Teveriel surveys the area. With one leg awkwardly placed behind the other, Maylan attempts to curtsy, only to stumble and almost fall. Raelee takes a moment to observe Paidreg. Speaking to Paidreg, Raelee asks, "Why?" Speaking to Maylan, Jiarine whispers aloud, "You might want to bow until you work on that more." Xorus carefully surveys his surroundings. Speaking to Paidreg, Akenna inquires, "You've recovered then since uh, the time with the elemental?" Speaking quietly to Eylna, Ifanna drawls, "Oi cous m'lady Eylna." Teveriel neutrally says, "It has been long indeed since last I found myself in Tamzyr." Cryheart glances up. Speaking to Jiarine, Maylan asks, "Was that not a good curtsy?" Maylan blinks at Agathilea. Kynsella says, "It is a pity we are here for such a tragic reason." Jiarine looks over at Maylan and shakes her head. Guarrin nods in agreement at Kynsella. Missoni nods slightly. Lylia nods in agreement. Eylna nods once. Regwen nods in agreement at Kynsella. Speaking to Jiarine, Maylan says, "Oh, it's hard when one leg is wood I think." Bristenn nods understandingly at Kynsella. Maylan thumps her black wood pegleg on the ground in three rapid successions. Lady Athalia's group just entered a shimmering blue portal. [More bowing, curtsying, and greeting..] Tennalnen nods somberly. Jiarine agrees, "Then bow." Speaking to Jiarine, Maylan says, "It's not so bendy." Athalia slowly empties her lungs. Ysaeril nods slowly at Kynsella. With a graceful movement of her hands, Eylna lowers her head and sinks into a formal curtsy before Athalia. Blushing slightly, Athalia glances down as she drops into a demure curtsy, not meeting anyone's eyes. Salnim inclines his head. Ysaeril tilts her head slightly, turning her attention to Salnim. She regards Salnim in a measured fashion, collecting her thoughts. Missoni softly greets, "Lord Malwind, Lady Malwind." Paidreg bows to Salnim. Paidreg bows to Athalia. Ysaeril lowers her gaze. Cryheart says, "Good evening." Athalia smiles faintly. Bakarus carefully surveys his surroundings. Bristenn gently observes, "My lord Salnim, my lady Athalia." Athalia says, "Cousin." (Raelee dips into a perfunctory curtsy before Lord Salnim and Lady Athalia, though her attention is clearly elsewhere.) Ifanna politely answers, "M'laird m'lady." Speaking pleasantly to Paidreg, Salnim says, "Cousin, a pleasure." Speaking quietly to Paidreg, Athalia says, "It is good of you to join us." Speaking to Athalia, Paidreg says, "I would not have missed this. I know how much she meant to you both." Guarrin folds his hands behind his back. Kayse folds her wings across her back. Missoni rests a gentle hand on Perigourd's arm. Athalia places a hand over her heart. Athalia nods at Paidreg. Ysaeril closes her eyes for a moment. Agathilea lowers her gaze. Ysaeril tilts her head down. Ifanna folds her hands. Asheura furtively glances at Bristenn. Ysaeril takes a few graceful steps backward, the wide skirts of her black linen dress swinging back and forth like a bell. Bristenn nods slightly at Asheura. Athalia quietly asks, "Shall we climb?" Paidreg whispers something to Yukito. Cryheart nods. Guarrin tilts his head up. Bristenn nods slowly at Athalia. Ordim glances up. Avrey glances down. Meril glances around, her eyes falling briefly on each aspect of her surroundings. Tennalnen nods in agreement at Athalia. Cryheart says, "Aye." Yukito blushes a pink shade at Paidreg. Guarrin nods firmly at Athalia. Maylan dubiously asks, "Climb?" Salnim nods at Athalia. Cryheart nods at Athalia. Speaking to Maylan, Tennalnen says, "The steps." Yukito smiles faintly. Eylna gazes at the steps. Yukito nods firmly at Paidreg. Salnim gazes up into the heavens. Tennalnen glances up. Cryheart glances up. You tilt your head up. Avrey slowly says, "Steps. in heels." Speaking relievedly to Tennalnen, Maylan says, "Oh." Tennalnen grins at Maylan. Bristenn gently responds, "After you, my lord and lady." Athalia takes a deep breath as she places her foot on the first step. Kothos says, "We have empaths among us." You reach up with your opposite hand and place it upon the Vornavian silk armband, bowing your head slightly in respect for those lost. Uniana nods almost imperceptibly. Lady Athalia's group just went up. Kynsella gathers her skirts carefully in one hand and gings to ascend. High Lady Kynsella's group just went up. Sir Bristenn's group goes up. [Temple of Steps, Supplicants] Statues kneel in supplication on the nearby steps, depicting men and women of preternaturally lovely countenance and form. Tall and short, armored and clad in robes, there is little to unite the marble figures beyond their beauty and the fact that their eyes are lifted to the temple above. A small plaza marks the midpoint of the climb, its stone surfaced incised with a stylized crown. You also see the black jade Kothos disk edged with glittering gold, the Avalera disk, the Avrey disk, a sly sunburst spirit that is flying around, a dejected dune spirit that is flying around and a vengeful woodland spirit that is flying around. Also here: Ifanna, Fionola, Lord Teveriel, Lady Uniana, Asheura, Lady Avawren, Lord Paidreg, Sir Bristenn, Meril, Novarian, Commodore Jaysehn, Town Councilor Kayse, Hospitaller Yukito, Lady Meliyara, Bakarus, Skorrian, Xorus, Kothos, Mourdeyan, Falicor, Imperatrix Lylia, Lady Regwen, Maikoya, Perigourd, Sirona, Sage Missoni, Jisandra, Delindra, Lady in Waiting Lynaera, Earthdiver, Lady Ysaeril, Avrey, Avalera, Land Pirate Maylan, Jiarine, Sir Cryheart, Lord Tennalnen, Lady Akenna, Agathilea, Pirella, Aliyna, Magister Raelee, Sir Guarrin, Faerinn, Eylna, High Lady Kynsella, Salnim, Lady Athalia Obvious paths: up, down >look statues Each of the statues takes the form of a man or woman of exquisite form and otherworldly beauty. Here kneels a woman with wise eyes and a necklace that takes the form of five interlocking rings. There stands a man with intricate scars tracing his wrists. One of the statues even has a face that is scaled like a serpent's. All look in awe toward the temple above. Jiarine lightly says, "Maybe some big, burly strong man can carry you." Avrey wobbles, looking a bit faint. Speaking softly to Maylan, Agathilea asks, "Would you like me to help you, Miss Maylan?" Ordim gazes thoughtfully at some exquisite marble statues. Athalia glances sharply at Jiarine. Paidreg ruefully says, "My parents brought me here when I was a child. I remember the steps seeming like they went on forever. At least... I think that was my memory." Agathilea gazes with interest at some exquisite marble statues. (Jisandra moves over to Maylan and offers her arm in assisance.) Missoni tilts her head up. Speaking to Agathilea, Maylan says, "I can handle steps, yarr. I mop a good many of them." Tennalnen nods in agreement at Paidreg. Teveriel gives a sidelong glance at Paidreg. Maylan nods gratefully at Agathilea. Agathilea grins at Maylan. Speaking quietly to Paidreg, Athalia says, "I think we all have a shared memory of that." Ifanna shyly mumbles, "Ne'er been t' Tamzyrr meself." Athalia leans on Salnim. Ysaeril gazes thoughtfully at some exquisite marble statues. Agathilea nods respectfully at Maylan. Speaking to Paidreg, Kynsella says, "Even as an adult they can feel that way, especially under these circumstances." Salnim nods at Athalia. Yukito gazes thoughtfully at some exquisite marble statues. Guarrin nods understandingly at Paidreg. Salnim glances at some exquisite marble statues. Athalia agrees with Kynsella. Guarrin casually glances between Salnim and Athalia. Uniana gazes in amusement at some exquisite marble statues. Kynsella says, "I vaguely recall sitting down and refusing to move until my brother bribed me with candy." Agathilea smiles at Kynsella. Speaking softly to Ifanna, Eylna admits, "Father has visited but this is also my first." Regwen gazes up into the sky. Tennalnen grins at Kynsella. Bristenn slowly admits, "..last I was here, was for His Majesty's wedding." Speaking quietly to Kynsella, Kothos says, "Your brother had your number, it sounds like, my lady." Maikoya observes her surroundings with an almost excruciating slowness. Speaking softly to Kynsella, Athalia says, "It is good to have a big brother." Speaking quietly to Athalia, Salnim says, "Personally, I remember thinking the statues here were kneeling to take a rest from the climb." Lylia nods at Bristenn. Ifanna nods slightly. Ifanna fidgets, glancing at Eylna. Agathilea smiles at Salnim. Kothos smiles at Salnim. Speaking to Athalia, Kynsella says, "For more reasons than one, quite." Jisandra smiles slightly. Yukito appears to be trying hard not to grin. Meril quietly says, "It must have been even more of a climb, before men carved steps onto these slopes." Speaking quietly to Salnim, Kothos says, "That's a charming memory, my lord." Perigourd takes a moment to observe some exquisite marble statues. Kothos says, "Now we'll all look at that as such." Cryheart glances up. Kayse furrows her brow. Speaking amusedly to Salnim, Athalia says, "Frozen from fatigue." Speaking quietly to Bristenn, Teveriel says, "And now we attend his cousin's funeral." Agathilea agrees with Kothos. Lylia nods at Kothos. Asheura frowns. Bristenn nods gravely, clasping his hands behind his back. Bristenn slowly agrees, ".. we do, yes." Lady Athalia's group just went up. Paidreg stops by a statue of Jaston and bows his head for a moment. Delindra softly says, "There's something to be said about making such a pilgrimage." Ordim takes a deep breath. Akenna cocks her head at Paidreg. High Lady Kynsella's group just went up. Tikba takes a deep breath and closes her eyes for a moment. A faint aura flickers around her. Ifanna bites her lip. Akenna smiles at Paidreg. Cryheart glances up. Sir Bristenn's group just went up. [Temple of Steps, Entrance] Marble columns crown the high bluff occupied by the temple. The unusual stone is so pale a gold as to be almost white but shot through with veins of blue as bright as the sky. Each of the twelve columns is carved with an etching that has almost been worn smooth by the scouring sea winds. Beyond them, an open arch framed in gold proceeds into the temple's antechamber. You also see the Avrey disk, the black jade Kothos disk edged with glittering gold, the Avalera disk, a sly sunburst spirit that is flying around, a dejected dune spirit that is flying around, a vengeful woodland spirit that is flying around and a vacillating wasteland spirit that is flying around. Also here: Ifanna, Fionola, Lord Teveriel, Lady Uniana, Asheura, Lady Avawren, Lord Paidreg, Sir Bristenn, Tikba, Meril, Commodore Jaysehn, Town Councilor Kayse, Hospitaller Yukito, Lady Meliyara, Bakarus, Skorrian, Xorus, Kothos, Mourdeyan, Falicor, Imperatrix Lylia, Lady Regwen, Maikoya, Perigourd, Sirona, Sage Missoni, Jisandra, Delindra, Lady in Waiting Lynaera, Earthdiver, Lady Ysaeril, Avrey, Avalera, Land Pirate Maylan, Jiarine, Sir Cryheart, Lord Tennalnen, Lady Akenna, Agathilea, Pirella, Aliyna, Magister Raelee, Sir Guarrin, Dahcre Reader Ordim, Eylna, High Lady Kynsella, Faerinn, Salnim, Lady Athalia Obvious paths: down Yukito tilts his head up. Missoni casually observes her surroundings. Maylan takes a deep breath. Speaking uncertainly to Eylna, Ifanna mumbles, "Wish'et were under fairer circumstances meself m'lady." Maylan reaches inside one of the stretched rolton wool socks hanging from her leather bandolier and grabs a ratty old handkerchief. Kothos says, "Sojourners take as much from the march as they do the ritual." Maylan roughly wipes her face with her ratty old handkerchief. Cryheart glances at a gold-framed arch. Eylna nods briefly at Ifanna. (Ordim peers out to the views of the ocean.) Lady Athalia's group just went through a gold-framed arch. Sir Bristenn's group just went through a gold-framed arch. [Temple of Steps, Antechamber] An entry arch framed in gold opens onto the yawning antechamber. High windows on either wall look out over the startlingly blue bay and the dizzying sprawl of the city far below. Standing atop a hexagonal plinth of azure-veined pale marble, a powerfully built figure of bronze dominates the chamber's center. One of his hands reaches heavenward, fingers splayed as if grasping for the sky. Behind him, a vast mosaic of jeweled tesserae depicts a pale moon swirled with clouds of shining silver-gilt. You also see the Avrey disk, the black jade Kothos disk edged with glittering gold, the Avalera disk, a sly sunburst spirit that is flying around, a dejected dune spirit that is flying around, a vengeful woodland spirit that is flying around and a vacillating wasteland spirit that is flying around. Also here: Ifanna, Fionola, Lord Teveriel, Lady Uniana, Asheura, Lady Avawren, Lord Paidreg, Sir Bristenn, Tikba, Meril, Commodore Jaysehn, Town Councilor Kayse, Hospitaller Yukito, Lady Meliyara, Bakarus, Skorrian, Xorus, Kothos, Mourdeyan, Falicor, Imperatrix Lylia, Lady Regwen, Maikoya, Perigourd, Sirona, Sage Missoni, Jisandra, Delindra, Lady in Waiting Lynaera, Earthdiver, Lady Ysaeril, Avrey, Avalera, Land Pirate Maylan, Jiarine, Sir Cryheart, Lord Tennalnen, Lady Akenna, Agathilea, Pirella, Aliyna, Magister Raelee, Sir Guarrin, Salnim, Lady Athalia Obvious exits: north >look figure The man has wise features and a muscled build, and he wears a drape that emphasizes the strength of his form. One of his hands reaches heavenward, while the other clenches a regal scepter. High Lady Kynsella's group just came through a gold-framed arch. Tikba takes a deep breath and closes her eyes for a moment. A faint aura flickers around her. Cryheart gazes in wonder at his surroundings. Mourdeyan takes a deep breath. Falicor takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment. A faint aura flickers around him. Maylan whispers aloud, "Wow." Mourdeyan slowly empties her lungs. Agathilea tilts her head down. Kayse gazes in wonder at her surroundings. Delindra gazes in wonder at her surroundings. Tikba gazes thoughtfully at a carved marble figure. Tennalnen nods in agreement at Maylan. Ifanna gently brushes her flaxen gold hair away from her eyes and, with a deft twist of her wrist, tucks it back into its bindings. Ifanna folds her hands. Athalia smiles at Maylan. You glance appraisingly at a carved marble figure. (Avrey gathers her skirts more tightly around her with a slight scowl at the new rip in the hem.) Bakarus glances at a carved marble figure. Kothos gazes with interest at a carved marble figure. Ordim gawks at a carved marble figure. Raelee surveys the area. Avawren gazes thoughtfully at a carved marble figure. Avrey attends to her silk gown, making the gown as presentable as possible. You nod respectfully. Athalia apologetically says, "I fear that the Emperor will not have accomodations for you as in our mourning we forgot to send word. I do hope you will be alright." Athalia smiles at Maylan. Agathilea gazes with interest at a carved marble figure. Uniana caresses the edges of her collarbone with her open sophisticated fan, the triad of slender blades gleaming against her flesh. Paidreg whispers something to Akenna. Guarrin nods understandingly at Athalia. Speaking to Athalia, Maylan says, "I can stand for the Lady Miss." Maylan nods at Athalia. Salnim nods gravely. Speaking to Athalia, Maylan says, "Seems only respectful." Athalia nods. Cryheart smiles at Maylan. Agathilea smiles at Maylan. (Ordim wanders near the mosaics, examining each one.) Salnim gazes with interest at a carved marble figure. Delindra gazes admiringly at Maylan. Mourdeyan nods. Mourdeyan smiles. Ifanna shifts her weight, trembling slightly. Delindra smiles. Sirona gazes thoughtfully at a carved marble figure. Lady Athalia's group just went north. (Yukito stands arrested for a moment at the view from the high windows.) Sir Bristenn's group just went north. [Temple of Steps, Dragon's Grasp] Stained glass windows stretch from marble floor to arched ceiling. They and the crystal panels overhead conspire to illumine the sinuous form of an immense golden dragon suspended overhead, wings spread and talons clenched. Eyes of blue sapphire gaze calmly down upon twin sets of marble steps as they ascend to a balcony that boasts towering doors of hammered golvern. A smaller door of pure gold rests below in the shadow of the balcony, its face adorned with a crown against a field of inlaid white stone. Also here: Ifanna, Fionola, Lord Teveriel, Lady Uniana, Asheura, Lady Avawren, Lord Paidreg, Sir Bristenn, Salnim, Lady Athalia Obvious exits: south High Lady Kynsella's group just arrived. Maylan blinks at an immense golden dragon. Avrey gazes heavenward. Agathilea gazes with interest at an immense golden dragon. Regwen gazes with awe at an immense golden dragon. Cryheart glances at an immense golden dragon. Speaking to an immense golden dragon, Maylan says, "That's a lot of gold." Kayse distractedly glances at an immense golden dragon. Ifanna tilts her head up. Ysaeril gazes thoughtfully at an immense golden dragon. Ordim gazes with awe at an immense golden dragon. Mourdeyan gazes in wonder at her surroundings. Ifanna bites her lip. Akenna gazes at an immense golden dragon. Tikba glances warily at an immense golden dragon. Ysaeril purses her mouth, pondering some towering golvern doors. The expression on her face speaks volumes. Avrey murmurs, "How interesting." Speaking to himself, Ordim whispers aloud, "Thats bigger than the bard fest dragon." Ordim fidgets. Speaking to Maylan, Kynsella says, "Do not worry, it is well-secured." Salnim quietly says, "So that all supplicants must pass beneath his shadow." Xorus says, "The dragon reminds me of the statue in the Drake's Shrine on Mount Aenatumgana." Tikba takes a deep breath and closes her eyes for a moment. A faint aura flickers around her. Speaking to herself, Maylan whispers aloud, "That's a shame." Meril looks up, as though searching for something. Agathilea nods understandingly at Salnim. Ifanna nods understandingly at Salnim. Asheura holds her breath. Ifanna quietly drawls, "Aye seems fittin' et does." Cryheart nods at Salnim. Missoni nods. Ordim squints at an immense golden dragon. Maylan gazes thoughtfully at an immense golden dragon. Cryheart gazes in wonder at his surroundings. Bristenn runs a hand through his short-cropped salt-and-pepper cordovan hair, trying to make himself presentable. Asheura folds her arms at the waist. Ysaeril furrows her brow. Ordim fiddles with the edges of his charcoal wool cloak nervously, shaking crumbs free from the fabric. Bristenn lets out a long, contemplative breath. Avrey glances at a small golden door. Kynsella gazes at the stained glass windows, lost in thought. You fold your hands. Tennalnen folds his hands behind his back. Mourdeyan glances at some towering golvern doors. Salnim flexes and stretches his hand, looking pensive. Asheura surreptitiously glances around the room. Lady Athalia's group just went through some towering golvern doors. Asheura folds her hands behind her back. Sir Bristenn's group just went through some towering golvern doors. [Temple, Chapel of the God-King] Some towering golvern doors lead into a cavernous chapel. Segmented by a heavy golden frame, a dome of frosted crystal panels bathes the chamber in diffuse daylight. Pews of blond wood proceed toward a grand marble dais, and runners of rich cerulean velvet stretch down the aisles between them. Atop the dais, an ornate altar of thanot incised with a stylized crown stands below a stained glass window depicting a golden-winged dragon in flight. Also here: Ifanna, Fionola, Lord Teveriel, Lady Uniana, Asheura, Lady Avawren, Lord Paidreg, Sir Bristenn, Salnim, Lady Athalia Obvious exits: none You nod respectfully. You scan for exits and see some towering golvern doors. Tikba takes a deep breath and closes her eyes for a moment. A faint aura flickers around her. Tikba nods once. Xorus carefully surveys his surroundings. Tennalnen gazes at his surroundings. Tikba gazes thoughtfully at an ornate thanot altar incised with a stylized crown. Ifanna takes a deep breath. Delindra takes a deep breath and closes her eyes for a moment. A faint aura flickers around her. Yukito tilts his head up. High Lady Kynsella's group just came through some towering golvern doors. Ifanna surveys the area. Jisandra casts an appraising gaze over her surroundings, seemingly taking in every detail. Perigourd casually observes his surroundings. Ifanna chews nervously on her lip. Akenna smiles at Paidreg. Cryheart says, "This place seems familiar." Athalia quietly moves to the front pew. Cryheart gazes in wonder at his surroundings. Athalia walks over to the pew and settles down. (Agathilea gazes at the stained glass window over the altar.) Mourdeyan agrees with Cryheart. Cryheart turns to face Athalia. Tikba reticently smooths and straightens out the organza fabric of her surplice. Speaking quietly to Cryheart, Salnim asks, "In what manner?" Bakarus nods knowingly. Salnim walks over to the pew and settles down. Cryheart asks, "Is this where his Highness got married?" [Lots of people sit down.] Cryheart rubs his chin thoughtfully. Kynsella walks over to the pew and settles down. Xorus carefully surveys his surroundings. Eylna walks over to the pew and settles down. Bristenn inclines his head. Cryheart sits down next to Athalia. Missoni casually observes her surroundings. Tennalnen strides a few steps backward. Maylan glances around the room. Tennalnen leans against some towering golvern doors. Yukito shifts his weight. Missoni folds her hands in her lap. Ifanna fidgets. Yukito folds his hands in his lap. Tikba clasps her hands in a reverent gesture. Avrey folds her hands in her lap. Lylia folds her hands in her lap. Maikoya snuggles her hands into the opposite sleeves of her dark blood red atanika, and you catch a glimpse of her dark grey satala. Paidreg walks toward Bristenn. Paidreg walks over to the pew and settles down. Sirona steeples her fingers in her lap, quietly observing her surroundings. Ordim glances nervously at Faerinn. Falicor bows his head and chants a short prayer, causing grey and silver light to momentarily coalesce in front of him. Sirona folds her hands in her lap. (Bristenn puts a friendly hand on Paidreg's shoulder for but a moment.) Falicor takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment. A faint aura flickers around him. Athalia folds her hands in her lap. Athalia tilts her head down. Dressed from head-to-toe in pristine white, a pair of acolytes pace slowly into the chamber. One holds a white banner emblazoned with a golden drake, the point of the supporting post centered on his navel, while the other swings a censer through the air. Tennalnen lowers his gaze. Agathilea tilts her head down. Delindra smiles at Kothos. Missoni breathes in slightly. Paidreg whispers something to Bristenn. Plumes of frankincense and myrrh cloud the air as they move around the altar in a slow spiral that tightens with each rotation they perform. Bristenn nods reassuringly at Paidreg. Ysaeril folds her hands in her lap. Kothos shivers. Regwen untucks her kelyn sword symbol. Avrey shifts her weight. Salnim bows his head and laces his hands together. From some hidden alcove, the wordless sound of a chorus intones solemn notes. Ifanna folds her hands in her lap. Clerkus appears in a flash of light, looking slightly disoriented. Making their final rotation, the acolytes end at the head of the altar where they push the pole of the banner into a depression in the center of the slab. Earthdiver cocks his head at Clerkus. Perigourd folds his hands in his lap. Akenna whispers something to Paidreg. Clerkus blinks. Clerkus ducks his head. Clerkus walks over to the pew and settles down. Rising to a crescendo, the voices soar into a flight of high notes that echoes through the chamber, the acoustics causing it to echo and reverberate off the walls. The effect makes it seem like a chorus of a thousand is singing. Ifanna looks very far away for a moment, a wistful expression on her face. Kynsella whispers something to Eylna. Tikba inclines her ear, listening intently. You give a sidelong glance to your left. Salnim closes his eyes for a moment. Delindra closes her eyes for a moment. Avrey casually observes her surroundings. Raelee surveys the area. Eylna gazes at Kynsella and places her hand over her heart. Salnim glances at Athalia out of the corner of his eye. Kynsella blinks her eyes rapidly, holding back tears. Suddenly, and seemingly without any kind of warning, the chorus ends, leaving the chamber in silence. Ifanna closes her eyes for a moment. Ordim fidgets. Missoni wipes her face with a glossy bourde handkerchief of lapis and midnight blue stripes, drying off the streaks left by tears. Avalera tilts her head down. Avalera folds her hands in her lap. Avrey leans forward. Asheura frowns. Regwen dabs her white linen handkerchief at her eyes and nose. For the briefest of moments, Ysaeril's glance alights on the altar. Earthdiver lifts the wire half-moon spectacles off his nose, smoothly sliding them up to rest on his brow. Cryheart gets up into a kneeling position and begins to pray. Mourdeyan grabs a lovely silken handkerchief from inside her grey wolf fur satchel. Cryheart moves to a sitting position and scoots next to Athalia. Mourdeyan offers Kynsella a lovely silken handkerchief. Tikba surreptitiously glances between Cryheart and Athalia. Agathilea tilts her head down. Kynsella accepts Mourdeyan's silken handkerchief. Athalia places her hand in Salnim's. Athalia closes her eyes for a moment. Salnim tightens his grip reassuringly. Mourdeyan nods at Kynsella. Meril pauses in an observational trance. Perigourd gazes respectfully at his surroundings. Kynsella daps at her eyes with the handkerchief. Enter the chamber at a stately place, a grizzled giantman cleric arrives. His robes brush the floor, his feet the barest of whispers, as he makes his way towards the altar. Salnim nods briefly at Cryheart. Cryheart nods at Salnim. You fold your hands in your lap. Perigourd ponders. Kayse lowers her gaze. Lylia nods at Kothos. Raising his voice just enough to create the faintest of echoes, the cleric says, "Please be seated, bow your heads, and know that we are here, together in prayer." Agathilea tilts her head down. Tennalnen lowers his gaze. Ifanna hangs her head. Yukito tilts his head down. Meliyara inclines her head. Ifanna clasps her hands in a reverent gesture. Missoni hangs her head. Earthdiver cocks his head. Xorus carefully surveys his surroundings. Akenna lowers her gaze. Perigourd tilts his head down. Bristenn tilts his head down. Ysaeril lowers her gaze. Mourdeyan tilts her head down. Kayse tilts her head down. Sirona lowers her gaze. Earthdiver tilts his head down. Eylna bows her head down. Maylan cocks her head. Kayse folds her hands in her lap. You tilt your head down. Cryheart cocks his head. Ordim hangs his head. Falicor lowers his gaze. Fionola tilts her head down. Avrey tilts her head down. Guarrin hangs his head. Regwen tilts her head down. Tikba tilts her head down. Teveriel looks lost in thought. Avalera tilts her head down. Lylia gazes with interest at her surroundings. Avrey surveys her surroundings before looking disappointed. Kynsella blushes faintly and reaches into her cape, pulling out her own handkerchief from a deep pocket. Lifting his voice, the cleric says, "In slumber, you dream of what is and what should be. In those dreams, our world is made and renewed. We ask that you give us comfort, for while you dream of what is to be, we live the nightmare of loss." Kynsella offers Mourdeyan a lovely silken handkerchief. Tennalnen reaches up with his opposite hand and places it upon his Vornavian silk armband, bowing his head slightly as he gazes downwards. Regwen rubs her kelyn sword symbol. Ysaeril glances around the room. Avawren brushes her fingers lightly over the silk fabric of her embroidered handkerchief, tracing the delicate patterns with a thoughtful look in her eye. Avrey gazes thoughtfully at an ornate thanot altar incised with a stylized crown. Meliyara brushes her fingers lightly against her Elanthian snow rose. Regwen dabs her white linen handkerchief at her eyes and nose. The cleric begins to pace as he speaks, his sonorous voice carrying a cadence that is both soothing and powerful. "We mourn for our dear Lady. Her loss a poignant blow to our very beings. For her life was cut far too short. Her gift to us not fully received, and because of that we are bereft." Regwen's silk face veil ripples slightly as she exhales a breath. Ifanna sniffs. Perigourd furrows his brow. Missoni rests a gentle hand on Perigourd's arm. Kynsella keeps her head respectfully bowed, twisting the silk handkerchiefs in her hands unconsciously. Salnim takes a ragged breath. A muscle in his jaw jumps. Cryheart nods at Salnim. Ysaeril looks away, her glance deliberately unfocused. (Raelee keeps her head faintly bowed without dropping her gaze.) The cleric gazes at the ceiling, his eyes roaming as if seeking something, and then says, "We sit here, heads bowed, hearts heavy, wondering how this could be and why we had to pay such a cost. But take comfort for our dear sister, daughter, wife, and friend is now in your, oh mighty Koar's, daughter's embrace." Missoni dabs at her glistening viridian eyes with a glossy bourde handkerchief of lapis and midnight blue stripes. Ifanna rubs her eyes. You think to yourself, "I hope this isn't another of the Koargard sermons. They always drag dreadfully so." Mourdeyan grabs an ivory batiste handkerchief from inside her grey wolf fur satchel. Mourdeyan offers Ifanna an ivory batiste handkerchief. Ifanna sniffs. Ifanna nods appreciatively at Mourdeyan. Ifanna accepts Mourdeyan's batiste handkerchief. Lowering his eyes, he moves to the head of the pews, his words dropping to a whisper but still discernible. "Give comfort to those that are left behind. Let them understand that Lady Kasendra Malwind has come to the service of Lady Lormenstra and knows peace. A peace she sought to bring in this lifetime." Salnim places a hand on the back of the pew before him and bows his head, shutting his eyes. Asheura's eyes narrow, and her expression darkens as she swiftly averts her gaze downward. Athalia leans on Salnim. Missoni lets out a long, contemplative breath. Regwen dabs her white linen handkerchief at her eyes and nose. Ysaeril's eyes well with tears as her lower lip quivers. Sirona closes her eyes for a moment. Ifanna wipes her face with an ivory batiste handkerchief, drying off the streaks left by tears. Beneath her lowered veil, Tikba surreptitiously glances around the room. Cryheart places a hand over his heart. Agathilea breathes almost without making a sound. Missoni nods slightly at Perigourd. Laying his hand on first Salnim and then Athalia's shoulder, the cleric murmurs a soft prayer. Maylan tightly twists her ratty old handkerchief in her hands. Regwen gets up into a kneeling position and begins to pray. (Bristenn merely remains frowning to himself, unmoving with downcast eyes, and looking far older than his years.) Faerinn gently rests his hand on Ysaeril's shoulder. Light and ethereal, a chorus of sopranos fills the air with wordless notes that ascend in a dizzying, yet lazy spiral. As their voices grow wain, several bass notes fill the air, causing the ground to rumble beneath feet. (Regwen slips back into the pew seat.) Kothos shivers. Falicor bows his head and chants a short prayer, causing grey and silver light to momentarily coalesce in front of him. Ysaeril leans softly against Faerinn. Ysaeril closes her eyes tightly and takes a deep breath, a single tear overflowing down her face. Kothos leans back. Kothos rests a gentle hand on Yukito's arm. Lylia closes her eyes for a moment. Maylan winces. Faerinn gives Ysaeril a friendly hug. Yukito nods at Kothos. Bakarus hisses with narrowed eyes before returning a forced smile. Mourdeyan sniffs. Bakarus tilts his head down. Agathilea closes her eyes for a moment. Avrey gazes respectfully at her surroundings. Suddenly, the rich bass voices begin to thrum as if each voice is singing two notes simultaneously and in this rumbling chorus the cleric and acolytes depart. Leaving the chamber vibrating with sound and thick with incense smoke. Mourdeyan pushes the ivory-fanged fox head-shaped hood of her dark fox fur coat onto her shoulders, glancing about her surroundings. Mourdeyan tilts her head down. Slowly, normal sound returns to the chamber. Athalia tilts her head up. Tikba lets out a long, contemplative breath. Missoni bites her lip. Ordim sniffs. Salnim slowly empties his lungs. Ifanna looks downright miserable. Ordim dabs at the corners of his eyes with the edge of his charcoal wool cloak. Ordim nods slightly at Meliyara. Salnim nods at Athalia. (Phanna casts an uncomfortable gaze upward.) >look [Temple, Chapel of the God-King] Some towering golvern doors lead into a cavernous chapel. Segmented by a heavy golden frame, a dome of frosted crystal panels bathes the chamber in diffuse daylight. Pews of blond wood proceed toward a grand marble dais, and runners of rich cerulean velvet stretch down the aisles between them. Atop the dais, an ornate altar of thanot incised with a stylized crown stands below a stained glass window depicting a golden-winged dragon in flight. You also see the Avalera disk, the Avrey disk, the black jade Kothos disk edged with glittering gold and a sly sunburst spirit that is flying around. Also here: Town Councilor Kayse who is sitting, Clerkus who is sitting, Faerinn who is sitting, Dahcre Reader Ordim who is sitting, Eylna who is sitting, High Lady Kynsella who is sitting, Ceilia who is sitting, Dendum, Xorus who is sitting, Tikba who is sitting, Meril who is sitting, Commodore Jaysehn who is sitting, Hospitaller Yukito who is sitting, Lady Meliyara who is sitting, Bakarus who is sitting, Skorrian who is sitting, Kothos who is sitting, Mourdeyan who is sitting, Falicor who is sitting, Imperatrix Lylia who is sitting, Lady Regwen who is kneeling, Maikoya who is sitting, Perigourd who is sitting, Sirona who is sitting, Sage Missoni who is sitting, Jisandra who is sitting, Delindra who is sitting, Lady in Waiting Lynaera who is sitting, Earthdiver who is sitting, Lady Ysaeril who is sitting, Avrey who is sitting, Avalera who is sitting, Land Pirate Maylan who is sitting, Jiarine who is sitting, Sir Cryheart who is sitting, Lord Tennalnen, Lady Akenna who is sitting, Agathilea who is sitting, Pirella who is sitting, Aliyna who is sitting, Magister Raelee who is sitting, Sir Guarrin who is sitting, Lord Paidreg who is sitting, Lady Avawren who is sitting, Asheura who is sitting, Lady Uniana who is sitting, Lord Teveriel who is sitting, Fionola who is sitting, Ifanna who is sitting, Sir Bristenn who is sitting, Salnim who is sitting, Lady Athalia who is sitting Obvious exits: none Fionola tenderly pats Ifanna's hand. Maylan bites her lip. Kayse shifts her weight. Maylan takes a deep breath. Missoni twists and wrings her bourde handkerchief with fretful motions. Ifanna looks at Fionola and manages a sad-eyed grin. Athalia kisses Salnim on the cheek. Ifanna wipes her face with an ivory batiste handkerchief, drying off the streaks left by tears. Salnim gently rests his hand on Athalia's shoulder. Salnim stands up. Bristenn tilts his head up. Kothos takes a deep breath. Ysaeril tilts her head up. Cryheart tilts his head up. Agathilea tilts her head up. Athalia nods at Salnim. Maylan breaks out in a sweat. Salnim steadies himself visibly, then begins the long walk toward the double doors. Jisandra fidgets. Mourdeyan shifts her weight. You scan for exits and see some towering golvern doors. Salnim just went through some towering golvern doors. Athalia slowly empties her lungs. Kayse glances over her shoulder at some towering golvern doors. Agathilea glances at some towering golvern doors. Missoni gazes with interest at some towering golvern doors. Lylia whispers something to Xorus. Ysaeril glances over her shoulder. Bristenn nods sympathetically. Perigourd furrows his brow. Ysaeril furrows her brow. Sirona frowns. Bristenn slowly empties his lungs. Cryheart glances at some towering golvern doors. Avawren listlessly adjusts the fit of her shadowy veil. Ifanna fidgets, glancing at an ivory batiste handkerchief. Maylan grins weakly. Akenna looks lost in thought. Ysaeril places a hand over her heart. Maylan tightly twists her ratty old handkerchief in her hands. Avrey shifts her weight. Kayse turns toward Tikba, causing her mourning veil to flutter out behind her. Raelee surreptitiously glances at some towering golvern doors. Uniana gazes watchfully at her surroundings. Lylia rests a gentle hand on Xorus's arm. Yukito glances down. Ysaeril carefully brushes a handful of lint off of her black linen dress. Kayse nods understandingly to Yukito, her mourning veil fluttering with the movement. Tennalnen gazes at an ornate thanot altar incised with a stylized crown. Mourdeyan bites her lip. Maylan breaks out in a sweat. Maylan scrubs her hand through her raggedly cut raven-sheened hair in frustration. Jisandra seems a bit less imposing. Yukito nods slightly at Akenna. Tikba nods in agreement to Kayse, her mourning veil fluttering with the movement. Avawren shifts her weight. Kayse fans herself. Ifanna gently brushes her flaxen gold hair away from her eyes and, with a deft twist of her wrist, tucks it back into its bindings. Ysaeril carefully surveys her surroundings. Kynsella put a lush dark silk handkerchief in her ebon velvet cape. A pained expression crosses Maylan's face. Avrey nods appreciatively at Lylia. Kynsella put a lovely silken handkerchief in her ebon velvet cape. Maylan fidgets. Avrey smiles at Maylan. Bristenn leans forward. Cryheart joins Athalia's group. Maylan grins at Avrey weakly. Cryheart rests a gentle hand on Athalia's arm. Athalia leans softly against Cryheart. Athalia closes her eyes for a moment. Cryheart nods. Regwen dabs her white linen handkerchief at her eyes and nose. Cryheart whispers something to Athalia. Ysaeril notes, quietly, a few salient particulars of the altar. Athalia whispers something to Cryheart. Ifanna twists and wrings her batiste handkerchief with fretful motions. Paidreg nods at Raelee. Clerkus gulps. (Asheura shifts in her seat, pressing her shoulder against Ifanna's for a moment.) The sound of raised voices filters from the hallway beyond the double doors. Meliyara glances at some towering golvern doors. Raelee glances at some towering golvern doors. Agathilea glances at some towering golvern doors. Perigourd glances at some towering golvern doors. Yukito tilts his head up. Guarrin casually glances at some towering golvern doors. Athalia glances over her shoulder at the doors. Regwen glances at some towering golvern doors. Cryheart glances at some towering golvern doors. Kayse glances appraisingly around the room. Missoni blinks. Maikoya glances at some towering golvern doors. You furrow your brow, probably adding a wrinkle or two in the process. Akenna glances over her shoulder at some towering golvern doors. [Many people stand up. Some draw their weapons for battle or start casting spells.] Ordim fidgets. Ifanna reaches out to pat Asheura on the hand and quickly stops. Tikba surreptitiously glances around the room. Eylna stands up. Asheura frowns. Raelee sighs. Avrey suddenly stumbles for no apparent reason. Kynsella stands up. Cryheart moves over to Athalia and stands ready to protect her from attack. Maylan slowly empties her lungs. Avrey mumbles something under her breath. A pained expression crosses Maylan's face. Kynsella frowns. Maylan scratches at a coal black wood pegleg. Bristenn gazes heavenward. Akenna fidgets. You sigh quietly. You don't see any exits leading away from the area. The voice of Ysaeril exclaims, "The doors are closed!" Maylan scratches at a coal black wood pegleg. Kothos slowly empties his lungs. Avawren blinks. Ifanna offers Mourdeyan an ivory batiste handkerchief. Cryheart raises an eyebrow. Yukito cocks his head. Ifanna fidgets. Sirona looks around with concern. Perigourd furrows his brow. Lylia narrows her eyes. Regwen inclines her ear, listening intently. Ifanna nods appreciatively at Mourdeyan. Regwen surveys her surroundings carefully. Tikba gazes thoughtfully at some towering golvern doors. Falicor stares at some towering golvern doors. Maylan roughly wipes her face with her ratty old handkerchief. Asheura glances inquiringly at Bristenn. Cryheart turns an ear toward some towering golvern doors. Tikba glances around the room. Perigourd furrows his brow. Delindra glances at some towering golvern doors. Kynsella leans against the pew and glances at the doors. Speaking embarrassedly to Mourdeyan, Ifanna mumbles, "Aye roight wet ennyway, thanke." Mourdeyan turns to face some towering golvern doors. Cryheart nods at Kynsella. Bristenn shrugs slightly at Asheura. Missoni looks rather confused. Ordim gazes heavenward. Paidreg glances at Raelee. Lylia gazes with interest at an ornate thanot altar incised with a stylized crown. Paidreg glances at some towering golvern doors. Maylan scratches at a coal black wood pegleg. Maylan bites her lip. Ifanna inclines her head. An imperious voice rises above the din, shouting, "And where were you, Malwind, when she lay dying in elven lands? You promised to be by her side always--yet she lies entombed in stone and you are here mourning." Perigourd frowns. Teveriel narrows his eyes. Sirona shakes her head. Avrey frowns. Yukito clenches his jaw. Avawren raises an eyebrow. Missoni grits her teeth. Mourdeyan furrows her brow. You furrow up your face and wince. Falicor glowers. Jisandra narrows her eyes. Ysaeril looks with concern at some towering golvern doors. (Lylia's eyes widen slightly.) Guarrin slowly empties his lungs. Beneath her lowered veil, Tikba glances appraisingly at some towering golvern doors. Tennalnen glances about with a look of concern on his face. Meliyara absently chews on her lip, appearing to ponder possibilities and potential nuances. Bristenn quietly sighs, "The duke, I presume." Faerinn asks, "Anyone recognize that voice?" Kayse's eyes slowly roam over the area, an intense concentration in her eyes contrasting her otherwise impassive face. Her wings flick back and forth in piqued curiosity as she absorbs every detail. (Raelee gazes impassively at the doors.) Jisandra clenches her fist. Cryheart nods at Bristenn. Uniana nods once. Jaysehn slowly empties his lungs. Ordim glances nervously around the room. Jaysehn glances down. Yukito sighs. Athalia closes her eyes for a moment. Yukito glances away. Jiarine says, "Now this is starting to sound like a funeral." Speaking to Dendum, Faerinn asks, "Where did you find that?" An insistent, hushed voice attempts to calm the louder voices. "Not here, not now," it urges. Missoni traces a finger over her rose gold tile. A small spark follows the path of her finger across the tile. Bristenn carefully reminds, "..it is not our business, and we are to remain respectful in this place." (Phanna gazes forward toward the front of the chapel.) Teveriel grimly says, "He is grieving, but his ire is misplaced." Raelee whispers something to Bristenn. Guarrin nods in agreement at Teveriel. Cryheart says, "He is lost." Ysaeril glances away from some towering golvern doors. Cryheart nods at Teveriel. Mourdeyan agrees with Bristenn. [Some people sit back down again.] Sirona nods at Teveriel. Kynsella stamps one slippered foot with annoyance. "Oh Niima's pearls! This is a funeral, not some tavern. They all mourn. Where is that noble decorum?" Sirona glances at some towering golvern doors. Earthdiver carefully surveys his surroundings. Maylan blinks at Kynsella. Bristenn nods in agreement at Raelee. (Yukito stares at the floor.) Athalia stares at Kynsella. Akenna shifts her weight. (Maylan awkwardly makes her way back to the pew.) Perigourd grunts. Ifanna shifts her weight, restlessly leaning back and forth. Maylan breaks out in a sweat. Missoni squirms in place. Ifanna suddenly looks like she wishes she were somewhere else. Yukito nods slightly at Guarrin. Speaking to Athalia, Kynsella says, "My apologies, Lady Malwind, but your poor brother." Fionola idly scratches herself on the neck. Jisandra quietly says, "Someone grieving so deeply should not be subjected to such anger." Kynsella frowns. Athalia agrees with Kynsella. Avrey folds her arms over her chest. You fold your hands in your lap. Athalia faintly says, "I am more amused at your choice of curses...." Kothos smiles at Athalia. Agathilea smiles at Athalia. Salnim's voice cuts through the muting argument, saying, "I loved her as well as you, Gerjonn. When her killer is found--" But the other voice rises over his, demanding, "And when will that be? What have the elves done, save turn an assassination into the social event of the season?" Uniana briefly conceals her face behind her sophisticated fan, coyly looking past the triad of blades set within it. Ysaeril stares at some towering golvern doors. Perigourd shakes his head, totally at a loss. Missoni closes her eyes for a moment. Akenna frowns. Kothos quietly says, "Grief goes through stages, and no one has the same journey." Sirona winces. Cryheart agrees with Kothos. Kayse clears her throat. Lynaera coughs. Athalia shifts her weight, restlessly leaning back and forth. Agathilea nods in agreement at Kothos. Asheura furrows her brow. Mourdeyan clenches her jaw. Yukito winces. Agathilea tilts her head down. Kynsella says, "My goodness. It is a good point, but...not the time." Avawren covers her mouth, then gives a small, discreet cough. Lylia whispers something to Xorus. Athalia glances over at Kynsella and winces. Jisandra quietly says, "He should not be blamed for this." Raelee looks thoughtfully at Athalia. Tikba reticently smooths and straightens out the organza fabric of her surplice. Jisandra frowns. Ordim narrows his eyes. Ifanna ducks her head. Beneath her lowered veil, Tikba glances apprehensively at Dendum. Falicor quietly explains, "This is not the first clan to disagree at a funeral, and it will not be the last." Speaking patiently to Kynsella, Athalia says, "We move differently than our friends to the east. We are used to doing things faster due to our life... We can not fault them." Mourdeyan agrees with Falicor. Kayse looks thoughtfully at Athalia. Another voice cuts in. "This is hardly the time, brother. Let us go and leave Lord Salnim to mourn." Gerjonn's voice snaps, "Yes, let us leave him to mourn OUR sister." Footsteps retreat away from the doors and into the distance. With a subtle tilt of her head, Lylia's elegant finger taps lightly on her bottom lip as she becomes lost in thought. Kayse furrows her brow. Athalia stands up. Speaking to Athalia, Kynsella says, "Quite true, and I cannot fault the questionings themselves." Tennalnen glances at Athalia. Paidreg glances at Athalia. Paidreg stands up. Maylan fidgets. Kothos nods slowly. Athalia nods at Kynsella. Sirona lets out a long, contemplative breath. Tikba looks thoughtfully at Kynsella. Bristenn grits his teeth. Bristenn slowly empties his lungs. Agathilea lets out a long, contemplative breath. Lady Athalia's group just went through some towering golvern doors. You scan for exits and see some towering golvern doors. Perigourd glances at some towering golvern doors. Falicor sighs. High Lady Kynsella's group just went through some towering golvern doors. Bristenn nods in agreement at Paidreg. Kothos says, "Mourning is not rational. Their loss is terrible." Speaking to Paidreg, Bristenn murmurs, "It was." Ysaeril slowly empties her lungs. Tennalnen glances at some towering golvern doors. Lylia nods at Kothos. Missoni nods slightly at Kothos. [Most people who sat down again now stand back up again.] Bristenn whispers to the group, ".. let's, then." Ordim bows to an ornate thanot altar incised with a stylized crown. You nod graciously at Bristenn. Paidreg nods at Bristenn. Sirona glances at some towering golvern doors. Bristenn turns to face an ornate thanot altar incised with a stylized crown. Perigourd glances at some towering golvern doors. Bristenn glances at an ornate thanot altar incised with a stylized crown and clasps his hands in a reverent gesture. Maylan slowly empties her lungs. Bristenn inclines his head. Sir Bristenn's group just went through some towering golvern doors. [Temple of Steps, Dragon's Grasp] Stained glass windows stretch from marble floor to arched ceiling. They and the crystal panels overhead conspire to illumine the sinuous form of an immense golden dragon suspended overhead, wings spread and talons clenched. Eyes of blue sapphire gaze calmly down upon twin sets of marble steps as they ascend to a balcony that boasts towering doors of hammered golvern. A smaller door of pure gold rests below in the shadow of the balcony, its face adorned with a crown against a field of inlaid white stone. Also here: Ifanna, Fionola, Lord Teveriel, Lady Uniana, Asheura, Lady Avawren, Lord Paidreg, Magister Raelee, Sir Bristenn, Clerkus who is kneeling Obvious exits: south The divine force surrounding Raelee slowly fades away. Paidreg says, "That was... unfortunate." Bristenn slowly agrees, "..rather." Paidreg says, "But we cannot lose sight of what we are here to do." Ifanna bites her lip. Yukito glances at a small golden door. Tennalnen glances at a small golden door. Yukito glances at some towering golvern doors. Ifanna nods understandingly at Paidreg. Paidreg glances at a small golden door. Missoni furrows her brow. Sir Bristenn's group just went through a small golden door. [Temple of Steps, Wailing Walk] Winged figures with dark hoods and robes are etched into the stygian stone of the walls, their features lost in shadow. The corridor stretches between a small golden door and a gilt-flecked crystal arch. Between them, the pathway is only dimly illuminated, torches in wide-spaced sconces burning low and wan. You also see the Avalera disk, the Avrey disk and a sly sunburst spirit that is flying around. Also here: Ifanna, Fionola, Lord Teveriel, Lady Uniana, Asheura, Lady Avawren, Lord Paidreg, Magister Raelee, Sir Bristenn, Town Councilor Kayse, Xorus, Tikba, Meril, Hospitaller Yukito, Lady Meliyara, Bakarus, Skorrian, Mourdeyan, Falicor, Imperatrix Lylia, Lady Regwen, Maikoya, Perigourd, Sirona, Sage Missoni, Jisandra, Delindra, Lady in Waiting Lynaera, Lady Ysaeril, Avrey, Avalera, Land Pirate Maylan, Jiarine, Lord Tennalnen, Lady Akenna, Agathilea, Pirella, Aliyna, Sir Guarrin Obvious exits: none Tennalnen glances at a gilt-flecked crystal arch. Sirona quietly says, "Hmm." Speaking quietly to Paidreg, Raelee asks, "Which is?" Maylan scratches at a coal black wood pegleg. Sir Bristenn's group just went through a gilt-flecked crystal arch. [Temple of Steps, Light's End] Occupying a stretch of bluff overlooking the fathomless waters to the west, the shrine is an airy edifice with windows in the walls and steepled ceiling. The westernmost wall is open to the sea wind and is positioned to view the starlit waters. An alabaster sarcophagus carved with the features and figure of a woman rests atop a bier at the center of the sanctuary, heaped with mournblooms and white roses. A gilt-flecked crystal arch is the sole means of egress from the sanctuary. You also see the Avalera disk, the Avrey disk and a sly sunburst spirit that is flying around. Also here: Ifanna, Fionola, Lord Teveriel, Lady Uniana, Asheura, Lady Avawren, Lord Paidreg, Magister Raelee, Sir Bristenn, Town Councilor Kayse, Xorus, Tikba, Meril, Hospitaller Yukito, Lady Meliyara, Bakarus, Skorrian, Mourdeyan, Falicor, Imperatrix Lylia, Lady Regwen, Maikoya, Perigourd, Sirona, Sage Missoni, Jisandra, Delindra, Lady in Waiting Lynaera, Lady Ysaeril, Avrey, Avalera, Land Pirate Maylan, Jiarine, Lord Tennalnen, Lady Akenna, Agathilea, Pirella, Aliyna, Sir Guarrin, Eylna, High Lady Kynsella, Earthdiver, Sir Cryheart, Lady Athalia, Salnim Obvious exits: none Perigourd furrows his brow. Avrey glances at an alabaster sarcophagus. Meliyara reaches up with her opposite hand and places it upon her Vornavian silk armband, bowing her head slightly as she gazes downwards. Guarrin slowly empties his lungs. You nod respectfully to the alabaster sarcophagus. Speaking bitterly to Athalia, Salnim says, "So much for quiet reflection, I suppose." Speaking uncertainly to Raelee, Ifanna murmurs, "Mourn magester ma'am." Salnim reaches out and touches an alabaster sarcophagus. Avrey glances at an alabaster sarcophagus and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture. Tennalnen blushes a nice shade of light pink. Kynsella sighs sadly and glances about her worriedly. Speaking to Salnim, Athalia says, "I'm so sorry, brother." Missoni bites her lip. Bristenn frowns at Salnim. Lylia takes a few steps back. Mourdeyan tilts her head down. Raelee whispers something to Ifanna. Speaking quietly to Athalia, Salnim says, "A blade hurts more when it strikes true, sister." Tikba strides a few steps backward. Tikba gazes respectfully at Salnim. Jisandra frowns. You gaze west. Ysaeril gazes thoughtfully at an alabaster sarcophagus. Mourdeyan furrows her brow. Cryheart glances at an alabaster sarcophagus. Athalia closes her eyes for a moment. Sirona shakes her head. Cryheart reaches up with his opposite hand and places it upon his Vornavian silk armband, bowing his head slightly as he gazes downwards. Ysaeril furrows her brow. Speaking quietly to Salnim, Athalia says, "It wasn't your fault. You came home for father..." Athalia regretfully says, "I should have waited longer to call on you." Raelee looks thoughtfully at Athalia. Maylan bites her lip. Ifanna shifts her weight. Tikba looks thoughtfully at Athalia. Sirona frowns. Salnim says, "Even so, the Chandrennins were right. I was not there for her when she needed me." Jisandra quietly says, "The blame is not true. The only one to blame is the one who killed her, no one else." Kayse's expression is ponderous as she chews on one side of her lip. You nod once at Jisandra. Bristenn runs a hand through his short-cropped salt-and-pepper cordovan hair, trying to make himself presentable. Cryheart says, "The guild you feel Lord Salnim, does not mean you are a fault." Cryheart says, "Guilt." Speaking helplessly to Salnim, Ysaeril offers, "I apologize for not protecting the Lady Kasendra the evening of the ball, Lord Malwind. I should have been there with her." Cryheart coughs. Meril furrows her brow. Guarrin turns around. Ysaeril tilts her head down. Ordim hangs his head. Salnim resignedly says, "Be welcome, all of you. I do not doubt that she knows you are here to honor her." Speaking quietly to Salnim, Athalia says, "Look around you. Look at the love and care around you. Each of us here blames ourselves. You needed hold that burden alone." Tennalnen turns to face an alabaster sarcophagus. Tennalnen kneels before an alabaster sarcophagus. Bakarus nods. Tennalnen reaches up with his opposite hand and places it upon his Vornavian silk armband, bowing his head slightly as he gazes downwards. Tennalnen mutters prayers. Speaking quietly to Athalia, Salnim says, "It is humbling to see." Tennalnen lowers his gaze. Yukito removes a clustered yellow-eyed periwinkle forget-me-not from in his black suede jacket. Tennalnen stands up. Ysaeril takes a few graceful steps backward, the wide skirts of her black linen dress swinging back and forth like a bell. Kayse folds her wings across her back. Ysaeril nods respectfully. Salnim takes in the gathered company with a grateful gaze. You reach up with your opposite hand and place it upon the Vornavian silk armband, bowing your head slightly in respect for those lost. Mourdeyan reaches up with her opposite hand and places it upon her Vornavian silk armband, bowing her head slightly as she gazes downwards. Uniana nods once. Tennalnen takes a few steps in a small circle. Raelee narrows her eyes slightly, studying Salnim with a cool, analytical gaze. Bristenn lifts his chin slightly toward Salnim and, in a display of solidarity, taps his fist against his chest twice in quick succession. Ordim nods slightly at Salnim. Ordim reaches up with his opposite hand and places it upon his Vornavian silk armband, bowing his head slightly as he gazes downwards. Sirona looks thoughtfully at Salnim. Speaking gently to Salnim, Bristenn reminds, "We are with you, my lord." Guarrin nods firmly at Salnim. Cryheart says, "Aye." Bristenn firmly states, "And the House of Malwind, and her Barony of Vornavis." Cryheart nods at Bristenn. (Yukito gently sets his periwinkle forget-me-not near the mound of roses, and melts back into the crowd.) Bristenn takes a deep breath. Kayse nods understandingly to Guarrin, her mourning veil fluttering with the movement. Yukito carefully places a clustered yellow-eyed periwinkle forget-me-not on the floor. (Avrey removes a single teardrop from her gown, placing it at the foot of the sarcophagus.) Ordim inwardly sighs. Asheura fidgets, glancing at Bristenn. Faerinn's black ora chain choker pulses and he looks a bit more vitalized. Bristenn kindly continues, "Not just as armsmen and allies, but friends. Kith, and kin." Asheura nods once. Avrey inclines her head. Ifanna bites her lip. Ysaeril smiles at Yukito. Agathilea inclines her head. Cryheart nods at Salnim. Speaking to Salnim, Paidreg says, "Few love as strongly as you loved her, cousin. That is not a thing that dies with death." Ysaeril places her hand on her sprig of mournbloom. Ysaeril carefully places a sprig of mournbloom on the floor. Mourdeyan agrees with Paidreg. Athalia glances at Cryheart. Athalia turns to face an alabaster sarcophagus. Salnim nods at Bristenn. Cryheart nods at Athalia. Cryheart glances at an alabaster sarcophagus. Cryheart bows to an alabaster sarcophagus. Kynsella removes a wristlet of mournblooms from her wrist. Missoni produces an azure and gold Aldoran butterfly charm from the depths of her airy robes. Falicor quietly offers, "We have gathered for not just her, but those who remain to remember her. Perhaps that is easier to focus on than assigning blame to the blameless." Falicor shrugs. Guarrin shrugs slightly at Kayse. Maylan carefully plucks her woven circlet from her head, her hair tumbling free. Maylan drops an intricately woven circlet of mournbloom. Lylia gives a sidelong glance at Xorus. Ysaeril nods graciously. You think to yourself, ".. such a terrible choice of words, in this temple." You think to yourself, "The Blameless of Koar still haunt these lands." Athalia nods at Falicor. Athalia says, "Wise words." Cryheart says, "We share the griet that ye two feel, we offer comfort and understanding." (Missoni lays the butterfly charm near the petals of a flower.) Missoni carefully places an azure and gold Aldoran butterfly charm on the floor. Bristenn sincerely assures, "Always. Through it all. Even, and especially, grief and loss and pain." Cryheart says, "Ye are nae alone in this." You incline your head. Kynsella quietly steps forward and leaves her wristlet of mournblooms at the foot of the sarcophagus. Jaysehn nods understandingly at Uniana. Delindra nods slowly. Yukito agrees with Cryheart. Jisandra slowly empties her lungs. Ordim carefully plucks a sprig of baby blue forget-me-not free of his bronze vasculum. Ysaeril looks away, her glance deliberately unfocused. Salnim says, "I... sometimes it is as if I still feel her. I have heard that soldiers who have lost limbs claim that they forget their absence." Ordim carefully places a sprig of baby blue forget-me-not on the floor. Falicor drops a bright red firewheel flower. Asheura fidgets. Mourdeyan nods slowly at Salnim. Maylan glances at Salnim. Ysaeril nods faintly. Guarrin nods understandingly at Salnim. Speaking quietly to Salnim, Lylia says, "Yes. It is like that." Missoni nods sympathetically. Tikba nods understandingly at Salnim. Speaking to Salnim, Perigourd says, "Those we love never truly leave us." Regwen places a hand over her heart. Avawren slowly empties her lungs. Cryheart says, "Aye, ye hae lost a bit of your soul but your love will persist." Ifanna gazes forlornly at an alabaster sarcophagus. Cryheart nods at Salnim. Speaking to Salnim, Avrey says, "Some forget, others do not. It is normal for both." Athalia reaches out and touches an alabaster sarcophagus. Asheura carefully places a luminescent silvery white rose on the floor. (Kayse's impassive expression softens a bit at Salnim's words.) Bristenn gently agrees, "They stay right here." Speaking to Salnim, Maylan says, "Sometimes you still feel the limb. And sometimes you will still feel her." Maylan nods at Salnim. Bristenn places a hand over his heart. Tikba quietly says, "Every day." Avrey agrees with Tikba. Meliyara carefully places a tendril of red-black amaranth on the floor. Cryheart reaches out and touches an alabaster sarcophagus. Athalia looks thoughtfully at Maylan. Avawren quietly says, "It is not forgetting, it is accepting." Cryheart reaches up with his opposite hand and places it upon his Vornavian silk armband, bowing his head slightly as he gazes downwards. Salnim hoarsely says, "Perhaps, even beyond the gates, she feels it, too." Falicor reaches up with his opposite hand and places it upon his Vornavian silk armband, bowing his head slightly as he gazes downwards. Cryheart nods at Salnim. Tikba looks thoughtfully at Salnim. Meril nods slightly. Tikba nods politely at Salnim. Missoni dabs at her glistening viridian eyes with a glossy bourde handkerchief of lapis and midnight blue stripes. Ysaeril shakes her head, totally at a loss. Bristenn nods gravely, clasping his hands behind his back. Ordim folds his hands behind his back. Sirona closes her eyes and chants quietly under her breath. Ysaeril takes a deep breath. Speaking quietly to Salnim, Athalia says, "Shall we let you be here alone... with.." Athalia shakes her head, totally at a loss. Ifanna fidgets, glancing at Athalia. Sirona gazes respectfully at an alabaster sarcophagus. Cryheart says, "Perhaps so." Falicor nods once. Cryheart nods. Cryheart says, "If he wishes." Meril quietly says, "In the deepness of eternity, you may find her again. In the meantime, there is much to be completed here on Elanith." Sirona closes her eyes for a moment. Bakarus nods at Meliyara. Ordim nods understandingly. Uniana leans forward. Folding his left arm behind his back and dipping to one knee, Ordim bows respectfully and inclines his head. Uniana carefully places a glass-domed whiskey-toned citrine pin on the floor. Lylia nods slowly at Meril. Speaking to an alabaster sarcophagus, Falicor says, "You fought well and will be remembered." (Jiarine places her ebon rose amoung the other flowers at the base of the sarcophagus.) Jiarine carefully places a lush ebon rose on the floor. Speaking to Athalia, Salnim says, "I don't know, sister. Whatever is in that sarcophagus, it is not Kasendra in any way that I know. She was warmth and life and light." Salnim reaches out and touches an alabaster sarcophagus. Athalia frowns at Salnim. Akenna carefully places a purple-tinted black mournbloom on the floor. Tikba nods understandingly at Salnim. Ysaeril places a hand over her heart. Cryheart says, "Your memory will remain of her." Salnim says, "This... this is only what remains." Cryheart nods at Salnim. Salnim closes his eyes for a moment. Asheura glances away. Guarrin lays his open palm across the arching symbol of two knotwork grizzly bears on his vultite brooch, his fingers curling around the vultite edges, and bows his head in a momentary display of respect. Jaysehn frowns. Agathilea tilts her head down. With a gentle hand, you carefully remove the butterfly from your wrought haircomb. Athalia slowly empties her lungs. You stride a few steps forward. Maylan scratches at a coal black wood pegleg. You carefully place an azure and gold Aldoran butterfly on the floor. Ifanna dabs at her glistening summer sky blue eyes with an ivory batiste handkerchief. Sirona carefully places her white candle on the ground. You take a few graceful steps backward, the wide skirts of your silk gauze gown swinging back and forth like a bell. Mourdeyan says, "Indeed, the best of her will remain in her deeds great and small, in our hearts and memories." Sirona lights the white candle, which flickers and begins to burn. Regwen's silk face veil ripples slightly as she exhales a breath. Speaking to Salnim, Perigourd says, "Her light has spread to the many she helped, and lives on through them." Earthdiver kneels down. Yukito bows. Speaking to Salnim, Athalia says, "Then let us return home, where her perfume still clings to the hangings and her flowers still bloom." Speaking earnestly to Salnim, Ysaeril says, "Lady Kasendra was an inspiration." Sirona nods once to a small white candle. Missoni nods firmly at Perigourd. Earthdiver carefully places a woolly silver larch caterpillar on the floor. Earthdiver stands up. Cryheart nods at Athalia. Speaking sadly to Athalia, Salnim says, "Yes." Salnim joins Athalia's group. Earthdiver tilts his head down. Salnim smiles at Ysaeril. Cryheart says, "Rest well ye two." Cryheart bows. Athalia whispers something to Cryheart. Salnim says, "She was. I hope that inspiration will continue to light the world." Deavon curtsies to Athalia. Athalia bows her head slightly toward Cryheart as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy before him. Deavon curtsies to Salnim. Ysaeril smiles at Salnim. Delindra nods slowly. Kynsella says, "Be well. Our thoughts go with you." Cryheart whispers something to Ifanna. Agathilea nods respectfully at Salnim. Sirona nods slowly at Salnim. Bristenn glances meaningfully between Salnim and Athalia. Cryheart bows to Athalia. Uniana gazes thoughtfully at an alabaster sarcophagus. Speaking earnestly to Salnim, Guarrin says, "I have no doubt it will." Avrey nods in agreement at Kynsella. The white candle flickers softly, casting a warm light throughout the room. Ifanna bites her lip. Agathilea nods respectfully at Athalia. Ifanna nods understandingly at Cryheart. Missoni pulls the skirt of her onyx bourde gown to one side as she lowers herself into a graceful curtsy. Tennalnen faces Salnim and smartly brings his right fist up to his chest. Holding it there, he bows deeply. Speaking sincerely to Salnim, Ysaeril vows, "It shall." Sirona bows her head slightly as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy. Tennalnen faces Athalia and smartly brings his right fist up to his chest. Holding it there, he bows deeply. Bristenn bows respectfully, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground. Mourdeyan bows to an alabaster sarcophagus. Tikba nods respectfully. You quietly say, "May you find some peace." Ifanna quietly drawls, "Fer certs m'laird." Athalia smiles lightly. Speaking simply to Salnim, Avrey says, "Be the continuation of that light in the world." Uniana tilts her head up. Missoni softly says, "Farewell, Lord Malwind, Lady Malwind." Cryheart smiles at Athalia. Avrey says, "Honor her memory in that way." Meliyara nods approvingly at Earthdiver. Lady Athalia's group just went through a gilt-flecked crystal arch. Asheura slowly empties her lungs. A small white candle burns with a warm golden light. Tennalnen nods somberly. Akenna frowns. Jisandra's expression is ponderous as she chews on one side of her lip. Earthdiver surreptitiously glances around the room. Teveriel gazes at an alabaster sarcophagus. Akenna sweeps her nightjar prayer-feather out before her in a gentle arc. Maylan breaks out in a sweat. Earthdiver says, "May the caterpillar symbolize her new life in the after world." Speaking to Eylna, Kynsella asks, "Shall we?" Perigourd takes a few steps toward an alabaster sarcophagus. Earthdiver nods. Perigourd kneels down. Perigourd carefully places a heart-shaped misty silver leaf on the floor. Deavon sighs softl. Speaking quietly to Raelee, Paidreg says, "Perhaps the two are inseparable." Eylna nods once at Kynsella. Cupping his hands together, Perigourd bows his head to reverently whisper a series of indistinct Imaeran prayers into his palms. A quiet doe-like tranquility sweeps over him. Her hand lowered, Missoni gives Kynsella a subtle wave. Agathilea nods respectfully at Kynsella. Ifanna curtsies politely to Kynsella. Perigourd stands up. Kynsella curtsies. High Lady Kynsella's group just went through a gilt-flecked crystal arch. Perigourd takes a few steps back. Meril carefully places a piece of golden amber on the floor. Raelee glances skeptically at Paidreg. Guarrin folds his hands behind his back. A wisp of smoke rises from a small white candle as the hot wax drips and splutters. Bristenn lets out a long, contemplative breath. Kayse idly flicks her oval niveous-veined sparkling champagne wings for a few moments and sleekly rests them against her back. Folding her arms against her waist, Akenna slips her hands into the opposite sleeve of her ebon matte silk houppelande and maintains a contemplative disposition. Speaking quietly to Paidreg, Raelee asks, "And what of those forgotten?" Paidreg nods at Raelee. Meril nods slightly at Uniana. Tikba gazes respectfully at an alabaster sarcophagus. Akenna looks lost in thought. Maylan reaches out and touches an alabaster sarcophagus. Regwen gazes respectfully at an alabaster sarcophagus. Speaking quietly to an alabaster sarcophagus, Paidreg says, "I am afraid I have become too personally acquainted with death to feel much comfort here." Speaking quietly to an alabaster sarcophagus, Tennalnen says, "Farewell." Sirona reaches out and touches an alabaster sarcophagus. (Missoni casts a final glance at the sarcophagus and offerings before it, bowing her head respectfully.) A wisp of smoke rises from a small white candle as the hot wax drips and splutters. Lylia nods at Paidreg. Sirona sighs softly. Agathilea reaches out and touches an alabaster sarcophagus. Uniana gives a sidelong glance at Agathilea. Agathilea tilts her head down. Maylan bows to an alabaster sarcophagus. Maylan winces. Speaking quietly to an alabaster sarcophagus, Paidreg says, "Good night and goodbye, dear Kasendra." Tennalnen reaches up with his opposite hand and places it upon his Vornavian silk armband, bowing his head slightly as he gazes downwards. Cryheart says, "Amen." Avrey reaches out and touches an alabaster sarcophagus. Bristenn sighs quietly. Bristenn reaches out to pat Paidreg on the back and quickly stops. Speaking to an alabaster sarcophagus, Delindra says, "Don't worry. We will continue what you began." Mourdeyan softly says, "Fare you well great Lady." Paidreg glances at Bristenn. Paidreg gives Bristenn a friendly hug. Mourdeyan reaches out and touches an alabaster sarcophagus. Raelee narrows her eyes slightly, studying Paidreg with a cool, analytical gaze. Meril nods respectfully to an alabaster sarcophagus. The white candle burns warmly, lending a soft light to the surroundings. Bristenn smiles quietly to himself. Bristenn hugs Paidreg. Deavon reaches out and touches an alabaster sarcophagus. Avrey smiles. Maikoya nods respectfully to an alabaster sarcophagus. Ifanna bites her lip. Ysaeril lowers her gaze. Paidreg asks, "We are overdue for drinks and reminiscences. Perhaps when the Firebird is next in town?" Uniana folds her arms at the waist. Speaking to Paidreg, Raelee asks, "When will that be?" Bristenn quietly agrees, "Absolutely, friend." Speaking to Raelee, Paidreg says, "I happen to know the Captain." Paidreg says, "So... often." Paidreg nods. Paidreg glances at an alabaster sarcophagus. You ponder the meaning of Paidreg's existence. Paidreg turns around. Lord Paidreg just went through a gilt-flecked crystal arch.