Order of the Sphere and Scythe/Tales of Divination/Tales of Divination - Haruspicy (log)

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This log is from the Order of the Sphere and Scythe lecture series entitled Tales of Divination. This lecture, held on June 2, 2018, was on Haruspisy and the speaker was Seer Yhtrin Faelrlyn Faendryl.

Event

Attendees: Maiden Balley, High Lord Beloran, Cruxophim, Great Lord Evician, Hasau, Lord Kheksa, Khobra, House Cleric Mikalmas, Nips, Mister Pukk, Rendena, Rhayveign, Lord Rhokk, Lornon Chair Rivienne, House Seer Rovvigen, Seree, Great Lord Shisshio, Taelarn, Yhtrin

Gathering

[Town Square, Garden Niche - 318]
This small niche between two buildings has been neatly landscaped into a tiny moonlit garden, its careful mosaic of flagstones interspersed with patches of trimmed grass.  A low stone bench rests along one vine-covered wall, and a patch of colorful violets surrounds a painted wooden barrel in one corner.  You also see a pretty flower girl, the Taelarn disk, the Mikalmas disk, a linen-covered rolling side table with some stuff on it, the seaweed-covered Rovvigen disk, a raven that is flying around, the Yhtrin disk, an indignant river spirit that is flying around and the icy blue Nips disk.
Also here: Taelarn (Bar), High Lord Beloran (Emp), House Cleric Mikalmas (Cle), Seree (Pal), Great Lord Shisshio (Rog), House Seer Rovvigen (Wiz), Yhtrin (Cle), Lord Rhokk (Wiz), Nips (Wiz)
Obvious paths: east

You hug Rovvigen, who wraps you in a warm embrace.
Seree sits down.
You wink at Mikalmas.
You wave to Seree.
Seree takes a threadbare pink woolen hood off his head.
Rovvigen waves to you.
Seree put a threadbare pink woolen hood in his cotton robe.
Seree bows.
Rovvigen softly says, "Evening everyone."
Mikalmas grins.
You quietly whisper to Seree, "You have some wounds on your abdomen. I can smell them."
Rovvigen recites softly:
 
    "Refreshments are on the table while we wait"
 
Rovvigen points at a linen-covered rolling side table.
Khobra just arrived.
Khobra casually observes her surroundings.
Seree whispers, "I do. would you like them?"
Rovvigen nods at Balley.
Khobra just closed a floor-length midnight black cloak.
Mikalmas says, "As slim as the freshment pickins are."
Khobra pulls the hood of her cloak down over her face, concealing her features.
Mikalmas rolls his eyes at Rovvigen.
You nod at Seree.
Seree slowly empties his lungs.
You focus on Seree and narrow your concentration, reaching out to him with your mind.
Seree's abdomen wound gradually fades, forming on your abdomen instead.
Khobra examines Yhtrin closely, sizing him up and taking note of all the details.
You attempt to hum a merry little tune.
Speaking hoarsely to you, Seree says, "Thank you."
Mikalmas says, "Coffee or whiskey, otherwise you're out of luck."
Mikalmas smirks.
Khobra nods in greeting to you.
Kheksa suddenly fades into view.
Speaking to Mikalmas, Taelarn says, "Coffee suits me just fine."
Rovvigen softly says, "Hope everyone is doing well tonight."
Seree hoarsely asks, "What about coffee AND whiskey?"
Mikalmas grins at Taelarn.
You beam happily at Khobra!
Taelarn grins.
You wave to Khobra.
Rovvigen softly says, "Its on the cart."
Lornon Chair Rivienne just arrived.
Mikalmas says, "How about some BEER."
He smells just like Kheksa.
Mikalmas stares at Rovvigen.
Rovvigen softly says, "Table rather."
Yhtrin stares at Khobra.
Kheksa raises an eyebrow in your direction.
Kheksa smiles.
Rovvigen fiddles with the top of the metal lunchbox, causing the metal plates to open.
Rovvigen removes a massive golvern-banded keg from in his metal lunchbox.
(Darcena snarls in greeting at Kheksa.)
Rovvigen places a massive golvern-banded keg on the ground and fiddles with the tap.  Looks like it's party time!
You take a drink from your amber goblet.  The blood fills your mouth with a viscous warmth, and the coppery taste floods your senses.
You have 2 quaffs left.
Kheksa waggles his fingers mystically at you!  Ooh!  Scary!
You unsuccessfully try to stifle your grin.
Speaking to you, Khobra says, "Iz come vor High Bornz. Do no knowz if zhould ztay."
 
Rovvigen recites softly:
 
    "POUR keg everyone for fresh beer"
 
Suddenly the plates at the top of Rovvigen's metal lunchbox snap shut with a loud *CLICK*!
Rovvigen lets out a cheer!
Speaking graciously to Khobra, you say, "You should always stay, dear."
Speaking to you, Khobra says, "Ztay cauze you are here."
You wink at Khobra.
Great Lord Evician just arrived.
Rovvigen pours himself a mug of foamy Very Berry beer.
Mikalmas pours himself a mug of foamy Very Berry beer.
You applaud.
Khobra says, "No vone elze vor da momentz."
You take a drink from your amber goblet.  As the blood hits your tongue, you detect a faint hint of sweetness.  That sense quickly gives way to a metallic twinge that lingers on your palate long after the blood is gone.
You have one quaff left.
Mikalmas says, "Too bad the Mayor couldn't make it."
Mikalmas grins.
Evician says, "Good evening, im sorry im late."
 
A silver scythe encased in a crystal sphere floats into the room.  A pristine parchment begins to unravel from the snath of the scythe.  As the parchment unfolds you can make out the message: "Come join Sphere and Scythe as Seer Yhtrin gives a lecture on Haruspesy in the Garden Niche."  The parchment quickly retreats and the sphere dissipates into thin air.
 
Taelarn waves to Evician.
Evician waves to Taelarn.
You smile at Evician.
Evician hugs Rovvigen, who wraps him in a warm embrace.
Khobra folds her arms over her chest.
Evician smiles at you.
Rovvigen softly says, "Not late at all we will begin in 5 minutes."
Rovvigen smiles.
Khobra leans to her right slightly.
Khobra leans on you, giving you a companionable grin.
You flash Khobra a wolfish grin.
Mikalmas says, "If ya dumbskulls don't know what Haruspecy is...its rather digusting."
Rovvigen turns to Evician and cheers!
Yhtrin says, "Oh, we'll get into that."
Speaking to you, Khobra remarks, "Iz mad. Noz bring Rum vor diz moment."
Yhtrin grins.
Khobra pants.
Khobra casually observes her surroundings.
Speaking to Khobra, you say, "I don't serve you, dear. You could run and get your own rum."
Mikalmas says, "Its the divination of internal organs.   Ya gut a creature and read its inndards."
Evician whispers, "Not feeding your eyes to anyone are ya?"
Evician grins at you.
You flash Evician a wolfish grin.
You quietly whisper to Evician, "Not this time."
Rovvigen giggles at Mikalmas.
Mahaut just arrived.
Speaking to Mikalmas, Yhtrin asks, "You like ruining surprises, don't you?"
Speaking to you, Khobra says, "No azking you too. Ztate vaz mad I not bringz me own."
You chuckle at Mikalmas.
Mikalmas says, "Yhtrin knows more aboout it than any sane person should, especially not bein a Krolvin."
You smile at Khobra.
Kheksa folds his hands behind his back.
You ask, "Oh. He's sane?"
Mikalmas nods.
You bite your lower lip before pursing your lips into a pout.
Speaking to Mikalmas, Taelarn says, "It serves a purpose."
Rovvigen giggles.
You say, "I was looking forward to some fun."
Evician says, "Sanity is somewhat overrated."
You sigh loudly.
Evician grins at Mikalmas.
Evician turns to Mikalmas and bows low, spreading his wings for all to see.
Mikalmas says, "I like preparing people to not lose their ice cream."
Speaking to you, Taelarn says, "And it's slightly debatable whether he is or not."
Mikalmas grins at Yhtrin.
Speaking cheerfully to Taelarn, you exclaim, "Oh good!"
Balley smiles.
Evician says, "If you have a weak constitution, this is not for you."
Evician hugs Balley, who wraps him in a warm embrace.
Mikalmas says, "This lecture ain't for the feint of heart."
Mikalmas says, "But it is informational for sure."
Speaking to you, Khobra says, "CANNOz do it. Needz Rum. Return I vill."
Evician pours himself a shot of aged single-malt whiskey.
Evician smacks his lips.
Khobra casually observes her surroundings.
You nod at Khobra.
 
Rovvigen recites softly:
 
    "Beginning in 3 minutes everyone thanks for your patience"
 
Rovvigen smiles.
Khobra just went east.
You hear an unpleasantly wet slurp and faint crunching in the shadows.
Mikalmas says, "We're going to start in a couple of minutes."
Evician nods at Balley.
You listen, but don't hear anything unusual.
Mikalmas says, "So everyone please begin to settle."
You say, "Ooh! Whoever is eating over there, share."
Rivienne helps herself to a frosted honey tart.
Rivienne takes a bite of her honey tart.
Rovvigen giggles.
Rovvigen points at a linen-covered rolling side table.
Kheksa leans over and whispers, "I fear you may get uncomfortable soon."
 
On the rolling side table:
Food/Drink [9]: a tray of cockatrice breasts, a spun sugar snowflake, a thick slab of sauteed wild boar, a mug of strong black coffee, a shot of aged single-malt whiskey, a red velvet cream-swirled cupcake, a frosted honey tart, a raisin and nut cinnamon roll, a caramel apple pocket pie
Total items: 9
 
Khobra just arrived.
Khobra leans on you, giving you a companionable grin.
You quietly whisper to Kheksa, "Uncomfortably hungry."
You flash Kheksa a wolfish grin.
You wink at Khobra.
Speaking to you, Khobra says, "Iz prepared now. Rum vor me."
Khobra takes a drink from her blood red rum.
You stride over to stand before Kheksa.
You sit down.
Speaking to you, Khobra asks, "Vant zome?"
You nod at Khobra.
You beam happily at Khobra!
Speaking to Khobra, you assure, "Always."
Khobra offers you a flagon of blood red rum.  Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it.  The offer will expire in 30 seconds.
You accept Khobra's offer and are now holding a flagon of blood red rum.
Khobra says, "Gootz."
Khobra removes a flagon of blood red rum from in her midnight black cloak.
Khobra slowly empties her lungs.
You listen carefully to Yhtrin.
Khobra casually observes her surroundings.
Yhtrin eagerly asks, "Shall we begin?"
Khobra removes the hood of her cloak, revealing her features.
Khobra raises her blood red rum in a toast!
Mister Pukk just arrived.
Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward Yhtrin.
Rovvigen smiles at Khobra.
Pukk sits down.
You hug Pukk, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

The Lecture, or, "Selecting a Victim"

[Town Square, Garden Niche - 318]
This small niche between two buildings has been neatly landscaped into a tiny moonlit garden, its careful mosaic of flagstones interspersed with patches of trimmed grass.  A low stone bench rests along one vine-covered wall, and a patch of colorful violets surrounds a painted wooden barrel in one corner.  You also see a massive golvern-banded keg, the Taelarn disk, the Mikalmas disk, a linen-covered rolling side table with some stuff on it, the seaweed-covered Rovvigen disk, a raven that is flying around, the Yhtrin disk, an indignant river spirit that is flying around and the icy blue Nips disk.
Also here: Mister Pukk who is sitting, Lornon Chair Rivienne, Khobra, Hasau (Mon) who is sitting, Mahaut (Sor), Great Lord Evician (Pal), Lord Kheksa (Wiz), Maiden Balley (Emp), Taelarn (Bar), High Lord Beloran (Emp), House Cleric Mikalmas (Cle), Seree (Pal) who is sitting, Great Lord Shisshio (Rog), House Seer Rovvigen (Wiz), Yhtrin (Cle), Lord Rhokk (Wiz), Nips (Wiz)
Obvious paths: east
 
Khobra examines Rovvigen closely, sizing him up and taking note of all the details.
Pukk hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.
 
Mikalmas recites:
 
    "We will now begin the presentation of the evening.  Please settle yourselves, silence your pets and gadgets, and lets give the floor to Rovvigen to begin the presentation."
 
Rovvigen smiles at Yhtrin.
Rovvigen bows to Mikalmas.
 
 * Nips drops dead at your feet!
 
The silvery luminescence fades from around Nips.
The deep blue glow leaves Nips.
The light blue glow leaves Nips.
The tingling sensation and sense of security leaves Nips.
Nips glances around, looking a bit less confident.
The shimmering multicolored sphere fades from around Nips.
Nips no longer bristles with energy.
Nips seems a bit less imposing.
Nips appears somehow different.
The glowing specks of energy surrounding Nips suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
The bright luminescence fades from around Nips.
The powerful look leaves Nips.
Nips becomes solid again.
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Nips.
 * Nips just bit the dust!
 
Mahaut blinks.
Khobra laughs!
Rhayveign just arrived.
Khobra says, "And deathz."
Pukk quietly says, "Well we didn't say to silent yourself like that."
Taelarn blinks.
Rendena just arrived.
Yhtrin exclaims, "A splendid start!"
Mahaut says, "Starting with a bang."
You hear a deranged cackling nearby.
Kheksa glances down.
Evician says, "Please, keep dying to a minimum...or Yhtrin will have access to your guts."
Mikalmas says, "Well that was an interesting beginning."
You turn to Nips and cheer!
Pukk quietly says, "That was a little extreme."
Rovvigen laughs!
Evician cackles!
Khobra says, "Add da due zpeech.. petz.. do daz and death."
Speaking to Yhtrin, you exclaim, "You have a victim!"
Speaking quietly to Mikalmas, Pukk exclaims, "You are a seer!"
Evician hugs Rhayveign.
Speaking to Evician, Taelarn exclaims, "I was just thinking that!"
Evician kisses Rhayveign on the cheek.
Rhayveign gives Evician a lingering kiss on the cheek.
Evician grins at Taelarn.
You kiss Rhayveign on the cheek.
You wink at Rhayveign.
Rhayveign kisses you tenderly on the cheek.
Rovvigen softly says, "Event paused while Nips is taken care of."
Rhayveign snuggles Pukk, who responds by cradling an arm around her.
The ghostly voice of Nips raspily says, "Yeah."
Pukk snuggles Rhayveign, who responds by cradling an arm around him.
Speaking to you, Khobra says, "Iz right.. goot moment due vatch."
Evician gives Nips a little prod between the shoulder blades.
Speaking to Pukk, Mikalmas says, "Well of course I am, don't be silly."
Khobra leans on you, giving you a companionable grin.
Khobra takes a drink from her blood red rum.
Yhtrin says, "Unfortunately, it takes more time to prepare a sentient being's body for a reading then I have time for today."
The ghostly voice of Nips raspily says, "Not in a good state of affairs."
Nips gives a ghostly chuckle.
Evician says, "I can raise him."
Evician grins.
Speaking quietly to Mikalmas, Pukk says, "Ok, I need some advice about the roach races...."
You grin at Yhtrin.
Mikalmas asks, "So the sacrifice has been made, maybe NOW we begin?"
Mikalmas grins.
You say, "I can heal him."
You glance at Nips.
Rovvigen giggles at Yhtrin.
Evician grins at Mikalmas.
You quietly whisper to Nips, "Would you like healed?"
Pukk nods at Mikalmas.
Taelarn shifts his weight, restlessly leaning back and forth.
Mikalmas asks, "Did someoen raise the corpse?"
The ghostly voice of Nips raspily says, "Sure Darcena, that would be excellent."
You focus on Nips and narrow your concentration, reaching out to him with your mind.
Nips's neck wound gradually fades, forming on your neck instead.
You infuse Nips with your own strength, and he loses some of his pallor.
Mikalmas says, "Oh, bother."
Mikalmas grins.
Evician says, "No, but i can if you like."
You infuse Nips with your own strength, and he appears entirely restored.
Evician grins at Mikalmas.
You cheerfully exclaim, "Done!"
Khobra says, "Iz vill take due town Zqaure. IF vant. Vor Priezrt.. or Prieztezz."
Pukk quietly says, "When Mika says to be quiet....Nips takes him very seriously."
Mikalmas says, "That's up to the rotting pile of flesh."
Mikalmas grins at Evician.
Rivienne takes a bite of her honey tart.
Evician asks, "Want a non chrism raise Nips?"
Mikalmas says, "I'd just prefer it not stink up the entire evening."
Rovvigen laughs at Pukk!
Evician grins at Nips.
Mikalmas says, "I'll provide the chrim."
You glance at Mikalmas and unsuccessfully try to stifle your grin.
Evician says, "It wont work if i do it mika."
Mikalmas drops a mug of foamy Very Berry beer.
Speaking warmly to her blood red rum, Khobra says, "Or not."
The ghostly voice of Nips raspily says, "Naw, that's okay."
Mikalmas says, "Oh, a Paladin."
Mikalmas says, "SUch bother."
Rovvigen fiddles with the top of the metal lunchbox, causing the metal plates to open.
Rovvigen picks up a massive golvern-banded keg.  Looks like the party is over!
Mikalmas groans.
Evician says, "You hurt me deep Mika."
Rovvigen put a massive golvern-banded keg in his metal lunchbox.
Kheksa yawns.
Rovvigen giggles at Evician.
Evician says, "Go ahead and rais ehim."
Speaking to you, Khobra says, "Diz zhort moment betder dan dartz and booze. Vor da moment."
Speaking to Evician, Mikalmas says, "If you wanted to resurrect you'd be a cleric."
Mikalmas grins at Evician.
Khobra casually observes her surroundings.
You laugh at Khobra!
Khobra looks around for something.
Mikalmas removes a lion-etched deep green emerald from in his silver reliquary.
Evician says, "I can ressurect, you just dont get the benefit of a chrism and there is a time and aplace for when its needed. i assure you."
Yhtrin says, "Somehow I don't think starting before this is resolved is going to be useful."
Khobra agrees with Yhtrin.
You glance at Yhtrin and pout.
Rovvigen agrees with Yhtrin.
Mikalmas gingerly cracks and waves the deep green emerald over Nips's body, and a mixture of oil and balsam trickles out of the emerald, coating Nips with a cobalt blue liquid.
Speaking to Yhtrin, Khobra counters, "But.. entertining never da less."
Mikalmas raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...
Mikalmas gestures at Nips.
A silvery translucent thread extends from Mikalmas encompassing Nips's corpse.
You mouth, "An emerald."
You sigh regretfully.
Evician grins at you.
Evician glances at you and makes a little purring sound.
Evician says, "Meow."
Mikalmas raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...
Mikalmas gestures at Nips.
Wrapped in an aura of chill, Mikalmas closes his eyes and softly begins to chant.  As the cold air that surrounds him condenses, it begins to ripple outward in waves that turns the breath of those nearby into a fine mist.  This mist swiftly moves to encompass Mikalmas and slowly coalesces into a pair of ethereal wings that settle into a protective arc over Nips.  With the last words of Mikalmas's chant, the wings surge forward and gently caress Nips, only to dissipate moments later, taking the chill of the air with them.
You wink at Evician.
Mikalmas grins.
Evician winks at you.
Rovvigen nods.
Speaking to you, Khobra says, "See... Zee! Learning da Zz...S'a zound."
Mikalmas says, "NOW we can proceed."
Mikalmas chuckles.
Khobra says, "Zlowly."
Rovvigen softly says, "I think now we can begin."
Khobra smiles at you.
Rovvigen smiles.
Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward Rovvigen.
Yhtrin says, "Good."
Nips raspily says, "Thank yah much."
Nips sits up.

The Lecture, For Real This Time

Rovvigen recites softly:
 
    "We are gathered here tonight to first off welcome Yhtrin as a Seer into the Order"
 
Rovvigen turns to Yhtrin and cheers!
Kheksa applauds politely.
Evician applauds Yhtrin.
Balley turns to Yhtrin and cheers!
Taelarn applauds Yhtrin.
 
Yhtrin recites:
 
    "Let us begin with the origins of the divination method, the half-Krolvin."
 
You applaud Yhtrin warmly.
Rovvigen nods at Yhtrin.
Rovvigen takes a drink from his Very Berry beer.
Evician glances at Rovvigen.
Yhtrin says, "There are several stories I could recite, but I believe one tale will explain how they view their Seers, whom they call Apdo Gno Burzka'ask.  Which translates into "He of corpse sight"."
Rovvigen nods at Yhtrin.
Rovvigen smiles.
Rovvigen turns an inquisitive ear toward Yhtrin.
For no apparent reason, Pukk winces.
Rivienne takes a bite of her honey tart.
Taelarn steeples his fingers in his lap, quietly observing his surroundings.
Yhtrin says, "A half krolvin raider is a good and loyal solider on his captain's ship.  Yet he coveted more, and why not?  Was he not the strongest, fiercest of the raiders?  Perhaps, he thought, he should be Captain."
Yhtrin says, "But you see, the difference between a Raider and a Captain lay in the power of command.  In this case, command of a Apdo Gno Burzka'ask."
Mahaut just arrived.
Mikalmas tilts his head toward Yhtrin, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches.
Yhtrin asks, "As the Raider was taken down to the chambers of the Seer, he despaired.  Those he thought loyal were more afraid of the Apdo Gno Burzka'ask.  What horrors awaited him?"
Yhtrin says, "The next time the Raiders launched, this Raider was at the front of the line, berserk with fury, mindless in his brutality."
Yhtrin says, "There is the end of the tale but it tells us much about how they view their Seers.  They believe them to be a conduit to the divine, and so fear and nearly worship them."
Taelarn says, "Interesting."
 
Yhtrin recites:
 
    "The method itself is simple enough.  You take an animal's corpse, flay the skin, crack the breastbone, and take an organ out."
 
A soft little purring sound comes from somewhere near Yhtrin.
Yhtrin says, "That organ will then be studied, and the different afflictions of the organ will explain to an experienced Apdo Gno Burzka'ask what their Captain should be about."
Rovvigen softly asks, "So how old is the method do you know?"
Rovvigen peers quizzically at Yhtrin.
Yhtrin says, "At least as old as the half Krolvin have existed, perhaps longer if it has roots in the Krolvin themselves.  There is some indication this was a slave practice, and so might have originated as a reacted to their confinement.  Sweetmeats are easy to find, after all."
Taelarn nods.
Yhtrin recites:
 
    "Next, let me talk a little about my own method."
 
Yhtrin says, "I use modern Faendryl medicine to identify the parts of the organ, and assess their overall health.  Using this method allows me insights that no half-Krolvin could hope to duplicate."
Shisshio says, "Interesting."
Yhtrin says, "But I think I have spoken enough on the method, honestly.  The proof, as they say, is in the blood."
Yhtrin says, "Join me and let us go harvest some organs."
Seree hoarsely says, "I thought it was pudding."
Seree hoarsely asks, "Blood pudding?"
There is a bright flash and a bacon-wrapped blood pudding donut appears in the air, then falls to the ground.
There is a bright flash and a bacon-wrapped blood pudding donut appears in the air, then falls to the ground.
Rovvigen softly says, "Everyone please stand and join Yhtrin."
 
<Everyone does so.>
 
Evician grins.
There is a bright flash and a bacon-wrapped blood pudding donut appears in the air, then falls to the ground.
There is a bright flash and a bacon-wrapped blood pudding donut appears in the air, then falls to the ground.
Evician says, "Gee, i wonder who is her."
You hear someone chuckling.
Seree picks up a bacon-wrapped blood pudding donut.
Evician grins.
You place your hand on your emerald stickpin.
Yhtrin says, "How mysterious, blood pudding donuts from the skies."
You attempt to hum a merry little tune.
Yhtrin nods.
Yhtrin says, "Going to give everyone a moment to be ready."
Speaking in Faendryl to Yhtrin, Taelarn asks something you don't understand.
Taelarn grins at Yhtrin.
With a look of disgust, Taelarn lifts his dragonstalk pomander to his nose and inhales deeply.  A serene look washes over Taelarn's features as he visibly relaxes.
Yhtrin shrugs.
Rovvigen nods at Yhtrin.
Yhtrin says, "Alright, let us proceed to the sewer."

The Proof is in the Blood Pudding… Donuts?

<Yhtrin walks the group to the Catacombs.>
 
[Catacombs, Wide Tunnel - 7495]
The passage widens almost to the point that it could be considered a chamber.  The walls and ceiling are illuminated brightly by a strange, glowing lichen, and the eerie light now shows plainly a series of burrows and holes set into the walls from which strange clawing and scratching sounds emanate.  You also see the Mikalmas disk, the seaweed-covered Rovvigen disk, the Taelarn disk, the Yhtrin disk and a raven that is flying around.
Also here: Mahaut (Sor), Rendena (Pal), Lornon Chair Rivienne, Great Lord Evician (Pal), Lord Kheksa (Wiz), Maiden Balley (Emp), Taelarn (Bar), High Lord Beloran (Emp), House Cleric Mikalmas (Cle), Seree (Pal), Great Lord Shisshio (Rog), House Seer Rovvigen (Wiz), Yhtrin (Cle)
Obvious exits: east, west
 
Yhtrin says, "Now to wait for a volunteer rat."
Yhtrin flashes an evil grin.  The tips of his chipped ivory fangs are clearly visible, protruding from beneath his upper lip.  His eyes suddenly glow with a dark hue.
Kheksa leans on his runestaff.
Rovvigen yells, "Come out rats!"
Mahaut leans on her runestaff.
Kheksa asks, "Anyone have any cheese?"
Kheksa says, "I heard if it is waved..."
Taelarn chuckles.
Rovvigen giggles at Kheksa.
Taelarn takes a drink from his strong black coffee.
Rivienne begins chuckling at Kheksa!
You flash a quick grin at Yhtrin.
Taelarn takes a drink from his strong black coffee.
Taelarn points at a giant rat.
A giant rat tries to bite Balley!
Balley barely dodges the attack!
Rovvigen looks at a giant rat and cheers!
Taelarn exclaims, "We have a volunteer!"
Yhtrin asks, "Evician, would you?"
Rovvigen agrees with Taelarn.
Evician says, "A couple."
 
Evician confidently calls upon his patron as he motions forcefully…
Evician gestures at a giant rat.
Evician's eyes glow with ice blue light, and a glimmering pillar of dusky silver radiance manifests around a giant rat.
  CS: +243 - TD: +3 + CvA: +25 + d100: +73 == +338
  Warding failed!
  Waves of sacred energy tear through the giant rat's body!
   ... 123 points of damage!
The giant rat collapses to the ground, emits a final squeal, and dies.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Rovvigen's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...
Rovvigen gestures at a giant rat.
Rovvigen hurls a seething blast of steam at a giant rat!
  AS: +374 vs DS: +2 with AvD: +70 + d100 roll: +10 = +452
   ... and hits for 243 points of damage!
   Over exposure to hot steam leaves neck feeling stiff.
The giant rat collapses to the ground, emits a final squeal, and dies.
 
Rovvigen smiles.
Rovvigen laughs!
 
Laying his hands upon the soft expanse of the rat's stomach, Yhtrin makes a deep cut in the flesh with his sgian dubh.  Innards begin to spill upon the floor, and he fishes around in them for a moment before prizing free a plump heart riddled with fat pockets.
 
Mikalmas frowns at a giant rat.
You gaze with interest at Yhtrin.
Yhtrin says, "Ah, it seems the heart is most intact in this specimen."
Mahaut's face turns slightly pale.

Mikalmas chants a reverent litany and clasps his hands while tightly focusing his thoughts...
Mikalmas gestures at a giant rat.
Particles of dust and soot rise from the floor at Mikalmas's feet as he releases a pulsating, platinum ripple of energy toward a giant rat!
  CS: +497 - TD: +3 + CvA: +25 + d100: +51 == +570
  Warding failed!
  The giant rat is cloaked in a blinding platinum light and assailed for 260 points of damage!
The giant rat collapses to the ground, emits a final squeal, and dies.
 
Yhtrin put a plump heart riddled with fat pockets in his veniom-trimmed greatcloak.
 
Laying his hands upon the soft expanse of the rat's stomach, Yhtrin makes a deep cut in the flesh with his sgian dubh.  Innards begin to spill upon the floor, and he fishes around in them for a moment before prizing free a plump heart riddled with fat pockets.

A giant rat scurries out of a nearby shadow!
 
Kheksa's hands glow with power as he summons elemental energy to his command…
Kheksa channels at a giant rat.
Kheksa hurls a seething blast of steam at a giant rat!
  AS: +245 vs DS: +12 with AvD: +70 + d100 roll: +46 = +349
   ... and hits for 219 points of damage!
   Superheated steam cooks the giant rat's spine and fuses nerves!
The giant rat collapses to the ground, emits a final squeal, and dies.
 
Fetid fumes, intermingled with the scent of rot and decay, suddenly flood the area.
Yhtrin exclaims, "Another heart, heart day it seems!"
(Darcena wipes a little drool off her chin with the back of her leather gloves.)
Yhtrin put a plump heart riddled with fat pockets in his veniom-trimmed greatcloak.
Mikalmas says, "I think enough death has occured."
Mikalmas traces a sign while petitioning the spirits for cognition...
Mikalmas gestures.
A sense of peace and calm settles over the area.
Laying his hands upon the soft expanse of the rat's stomach, Yhtrin makes a deep cut in the flesh with his sgian dubh.  Innards begin to spill upon the floor, and he fishes around in them for a moment before prizing free a puckered acid-burned stomach.
Taelarn chuckles.
Yhtrin put a puckered acid-burned stomach in his veniom-trimmed greatcloak.
You look at Mikalmas and shake your head.
Yhtrin says, "A stomach here..."
Yhtrin stretches.
Fetid fumes, intermingled with the scent of rot and decay, suddenly flood the area.
You sniff.
(Yhtrin licks some of the blood from his dripping hands.)
Fetid fumes, intermingled with the scent of rot and decay, suddenly flood the area.
You hum happily to yourself.
The voice of Cruxophim amusedly inquires, "We skinning rats now?"
Kheksa grins slowly.
Evician nods.
Taelarn asks, "Does the process of searching for an organ give you any portents?"
Evician says, "Apparently."
Balley softly says, "Hello Crux."
Taelarn nods.
With a look of disgust, Taelarn lifts his dragonstalk pomander to his nose and inhales deeply.  A serene look washes over Taelarn's features as he visibly relaxes.
You growl ferociously!
You hear someone chuckling.
Rovvigen softly says, "For the divination method Yhtrin is showing us."
Speaking to Taelarn, Yhtrin says, "It does, yes.  I find the most intact organ, the one that calls to my sense as a Seer.  This is a part of the process that is hardest to explain."
Taelarn says, "Ah, Cruxophim, and here I wasn't aware of your arrival...seing as it wasn't heralded by a stench."
Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.
You pace back and forth.
Taelarn grins.
Yhtrin removes a plump heart riddled with fat pockets from in his veniom-trimmed greatcloak.
You hunch your shoulders and snarl menacingly at Taelarn!
The heady fragrance of mouldering apple blossoms and rotted flesh drifts through the air.
Taelarn peers quizzically at you.
Kheksa looks thoughtfully at you.
Yhtrin says, "Enough specimen for a reading, I think."
You hear someone tongue-clucking nearby.
You feel something like someone rubbing you gently.
 
<Yhtrin takes the group back to the Garden Niche.>
 
[Town Square, Garden Niche - 318]
This small niche between two buildings has been neatly landscaped into a tiny moonlit garden, its careful mosaic of flagstones interspersed with patches of trimmed grass.  A low stone bench rests along one vine-covered wall, and a patch of colorful violets surrounds a painted wooden barrel in one corner.  You also see a bacon-wrapped blood pudding donut, a bacon-wrapped blood pudding donut and a linen-covered rolling side table with some stuff on it.
Also here: Taelarn (Bar), High Lord Beloran (Emp), House Cleric Mikalmas (Cle), Seree (Pal), Great Lord Shisshio (Rog), House Seer Rovvigen (Wiz), Maiden Balley (Emp), Lord Kheksa (Wiz), Great Lord Evician (Pal), Lornon Chair Rivienne, Rendena (Pal), Mahaut (Sor), Yhtrin (Cle), Lord Rhokk (Wiz) who is sitting
Obvious paths: east

A Reading for Seree

Yhtrin recites:
 
    "Now for the interaction portion, who would like a reading?"
 
Speaking to Yhtrin, Taelarn says, "Thank you, I find it interesting that you can get glimpses simply from the process of obtaining the organ.  This is a much more involved process than some of the other methods of divination."
You take a deep breath.
 
[Town Square, Garden Niche - 318]
This small niche between two buildings has been neatly landscaped into a tiny moonlit garden, its careful mosaic of flagstones interspersed with patches of trimmed grass.  A low stone bench rests along one vine-covered wall, and a patch of colorful violets surrounds a painted wooden barrel in one corner.  You also see the Mikalmas disk, the seaweed-covered Rovvigen disk, the Yhtrin disk, the Taelarn disk, a raven that is flying around, a bacon-wrapped blood pudding donut, a bacon-wrapped blood pudding donut and a linen-covered rolling side table with some stuff on it.
Also here: Mahaut (Sor), Rendena (Pal), Lornon Chair Rivienne, Great Lord Evician (Pal), Lord Kheksa (Wiz), Maiden Balley (Emp), Taelarn (Bar), High Lord Beloran (Emp), House Cleric Mikalmas (Cle), Seree (Pal), Great Lord Shisshio (Rog), House Seer Rovvigen (Wiz), Yhtrin (Cle), Lord Rhokk (Wiz) who is sitting
Obvious paths: east

You listen carefully to Yhtrin.
Seree hoarsely says, "I'll volunteer."
Rovvigen smiles at Seree.
Kheksa looks thoughtfully at Seree.
Speaking to Seree, Yhtrin asks, "Do you have a question in mind or did you wish to know your general future?"
Seree hoarsely says, "General, I think."
Yhtrin nods slowly.
 Rovvigen turns an inquisitive ear toward Yhtrin.
Yhtrin says, "Let us look at the heart, here, before I even begin."
Yhtrin raises his plump heart skyward!
Yhtrin says, "It is riddled with fat pockets, and those are the obvious signs of heart disease."
Beloran says, "Oh dear."
Beloran groans.
Beloran says, "I smell rot."
Beloran says, "And unpleasant things."
Yhtrin sniffs at his plump heart.
Seree hoarsely says, "Rolton must have gotten into some pastries."
Yhtrin says, "This heart smells fresh, at least."
Yhtrin turns the heart over in his hands, examining it in minute detail.
Yhtrin says, "Looking closely at the heart, here, and here, you can see that sinew has strangled this large artery called the pulmonary artery."
(Yhtrin pokes at the heart with his bare finger, making a squelshing noise.)
Balley gets a strange look on her face and glances about suspiciously.
Evician nods at Taelarn.
Evician searches around for a moment.
Yhtrin turns the heart over in his hands, examining it in minute detail.
You gaze with interest at Yhtrin.
Taelarn searches around for a moment.
Rovvigen smiles.
Seree smiles.
Speaking to Yhtrin, you ask, "May I see?"
Rovvigen smiles at Evician.
The voice of Cruxophim amusedly comments, "What are you looking for."
Evician says, "Not you brother."
You hear an unpleasant wet crunching sound from the shadows.
Yhtrin says, "The thick masses of fat are also blocking what we call the aorta, and pulmonary vein here."
Cruxophim suddenly fades into view.
Cruxophim leans on Taelarn.
Cruxophim turns an inquisitive ear toward Taelarn.
Taelarn glances at Cruxophim.
Taelarn grins.
Cruxophim gives Yhtrin a strong, encouraging smile.
You say, "It's clearly not your heart. Yours is shriveled and black, Cruxophim."
You glare at Cruxophim.
(Yhtrin sticks his finger into one of the larger hole in the heart, and moves his finger to mimic a heart beating.)
Mikalmas grins at you.
Mikalmas ponders.
Cruxophim extends his hand, palm open, right in front of your face with a dismissive snort.
Yhtrin says, "One moment."
Cruxophim nods at Balley.
Speaking to Cruxophim, Taelarn says, "Someone had caught my eye, and I was making sure they were still here or not...I wasn't concerned about you."
Seree tries humming a joyful tune.
Yhtrin turns the heart over in his hands, examining it in minute detail.
 Yhtrin gives a plump heart riddled with fat pockets a final turn, and you watch as it begins to wither before your eyes.  Within seconds, the heart is brittle and then nothing more than sanguine dust that slips through his fingers.
Evician grins at Taelarn.
Cruxophim kisses Mikalmas on the cheek.
Mikalmas says, "Why people hide is beyond me.  Lets respect the seer as he sees, please."
Taelarn begins chuckling at Evician!
Mikalmas says, "And the future will reveal itself."
Taelarn nods at Mikalmas.
Yhtrin says, "And my last insight before the power of my Seeing consumes the heart is the redness of the surface and how come of the fibers have calcified."
Yhtrin says, "Overall, a very unhealthy heart."
Evician says, "Pretty sure the rat didnt care."
Evician grins at Yhtrin.
Speaking hopefully to Yhtrin, Seree asks, "Does that mean I'm soon to perish?"
 
Yhtrin recites:
 
    "This could portend many things for your future, but you should be wary of change and betrayal for certain."
 
Seree bows to Yhtrin.
You ponder the meaning of Seree's existence.
 
Yhtrin recites:
 
    "You will encounter blood in your future, although it may be the blood of birth or the blood of death."
 
Speaking hoarsely to Yhtrin, Seree says, "My thanks for the kind words."
Evician nods at Cruxophim.
Yhtrin nods respectfully at Seree.
Rovvigen softly asks, "So the health of the organ matters in regards to the reading?"

A Reading for Darcena

Yhtrin asks, "Would anyone else like a reading?"
Yhtrin removes a plump heart riddled with fat pockets from in his veniom-trimmed greatcloak.
Yhtrin offers you a plump heart riddled with fat pockets.  Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it.  The offer will expire in 30 seconds.
You nod at Yhtrin.
You beam happily at Yhtrin!
You accept Yhtrin's offer and are now holding a plump heart riddled with fat pockets.
It smells like a plump heart riddled with fat pockets.
Speaking to you, Yhtrin asks, "You wished to see one, yes?"
Speaking affably to Yhtrin, Cruxophim offers, "Brought some more, if you'd like."
Balley softly says, "You can do me if you wish."
Balley giggles.
Cruxophim drops a large sack encrusted with dark coagulated blood.
Balley cackles!
Yhtrin grins at Cruxophim.
Cruxophim begins chuckling at Balley!

In the sack:
Special [6]: a cyst-riddled greyish white spleen, a dense dark red spleen, a vein-laced smooth brown liver, an inflamed length of intestines (2), a fatty greyish pink pancreas
Total items: 6

Taelarn begins chuckling at Cruxophim!
You quietly whisper to Yhtrin, "Do you want this heart back?"
Balley speaks a quiet phrase in flowing elven...
Balley gestures.
Balley's nervous system looks better.
You lick the plump heart in your hand.
Speaking to you, Yhtrin says, "If you would like a reading, I will need it back however.  If not, keep it."
Beloran says, "An interesting sort gathered here tonight."
You offer your plump heart to Yhtrin, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer.  Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.
You glance at Yhtrin and pout.
Rovvigen agrees with Beloran.
Yhtrin has accepted your offer and is now holding a plump heart riddled with fat pockets.
Speaking to Yhtrin, Beloran says, "If I may suggest."
Yhtrin says, "If I was in private, doing a pre determined reading, I would envoke a ritual circle to sharpen my third eye."
Yhtrin says, "Along with many other preparations."
Yhtrin peers quizzically at Beloran.
Beloran says, "Bring forth the previous mayor.  The Blood Arcanist."
Beloran grins at Yhtrin.
Rivienne asks, "What do you mean by a pre-determined reading?"
Rivienne cocks her head at Yhtrin.
Speaking to Rivienne, Yhtrin says, "A reading where I would make a kill very specifically for a client."
Cruxophim slips a hand to his ankle, deftly retrieving a black-veined jawbone dagger fused with sanguine blood marble.
Rivienne nods at Yhtrin.
Cruxophim whispers something to Yhtrin.
Cruxophim nods absently at Yhtrin.
Cruxophim runs a finger along the edge of his dagger's blade.
Momentarily revealing the small dark ankle sheath hidden at his ankle, Cruxophim deftly sheathes his jawbone dagger, concealing both it and the sheath once more.
Yhtrin says, "Lets see, this heart."
Beloran says, "If he is so prepared, have him draw forth his own offering.  And you divine the meaning."
A pained expression crosses Beloran's face.
Beloran grins.
Beloran looks thoughtfully at Cruxophim.
Cruxophim flashes a quick grin at Beloran.
Speaking to Beloran, Yhtrin says, "I could, but you presume much."
You listen carefully to Yhtrin.
Speaking to you, Yhtrin asks, "Ahem.  The heart is riddled with fat, much like the previous.  Why do the rats here have so much heart disease?"
Yhtrin chuckles.
Speaking affably to Beloran, Cruxophim suggests, "Let's see what he has in store."
Yhtrin turns the heart over in his hands, examining it in minute detail.
Beloran says, "I beg to differ."
Taelarn raises an eyebrow.
Rivienne says, "Maybe it's their gigantism."
Speaking nonchalantly to Yhtrin, Cruxophim answers, "It's certainly not the food lying around."
Beloran asks, "I presume much?"
You grin at Rivienne.
Beloran rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Yhtrin says, "This heart did not have enough blood flow, indicated by the blue colored veins and the whiteish muscle colouring."
Cruxophim begins chuckling at Rivienne!
Cruxophim gives you a lingering kiss on the cheek.
Cruxophim cocks his head at Yhtrin.
Cruxophim wipes some blood off his face with his hand.
You stare at Cruxophim.
Yhtrin says, "This could mean you are at a crossroads, a point where many choices are coming together."
Cruxophim removes an inflamed length of intestines from in a large sack encrusted with dark coagulated blood.
Yhtrin turns the heart over in his hands, examining it in minute detail.
Seree smiles.
Yhtrin says, "Again, fat has occulded the aorta and left pulmonary vein."
Rhokk just left.
You muse, "Oh really."
Cruxophim mutters something about fat-rats.
Yhtrin says, "Death of current self was imminent.  Change is coming."
You smirk at Cruxophim.
Yhtrin turns the heart over in his hands, examining it in minute detail.
 
Yhtrin gives a plump heart riddled with fat pockets a final turn, and you watch as it begins to wither before your eyes.  Within seconds, the heart is brittle and then nothing more than sanguine dust that slips through his fingers.
Yhtrin says, "And here, the fibers are the heart are calcified.  This change will not be an easy one."
You drawl, "Are you sure you aren't reading nine months ago?"
Yhtrin asks, "No?"
Yhtrin chuckles.
You smile at Yhtrin.
(Cruxophim munches idly on the length of intestines.)
Speaking softly to Cruxophim, Rovvigen says, "Eww."
Cruxophim peers quizzically at Rovvigen.
You surreptitiously glance at Cruxophim.

Questions and Answers

Yhtrin says, "I feel a bit exhausted, if anyone else would like a reading I see several Seers here other than myself.  But that will conclude my demonstrations for the evening."
You bow to Yhtrin.
Yhtrin removes a puckered acid-burned stomach from in his veniom-trimmed greatcloak.
Cruxophim gives Yhtrin a strong, encouraging smile.
You quietly whisper to Yhtrin, "Thank you very much. I was very interested."
Cruxophim glances appraisingly around the area.
Speaking to Cruxophim, Taelarn says, "We do have other refreshments available, if you wish."
Yhtrin whispers, "This is not real Haruspisy, I must admit.  But a show to put on."
You quietly whisper to Yhtrin, "I would enjoy talking about this with you another time, perhaps when there is less of a crowd."
Cruxophim glances at a linen-covered rolling side table.
You blush a light pink shade at Yhtrin.
Taelarn applauds Yhtrin.
Yhtrin steeples his fingers together as he glances at you.
Speaking politely to Taelarn, Cruxophim responds, "Not to my tastes, but thank you."
Tetreves blinks.
Speaking to Yhtrin, Taelarn says, "Thank you for such an edifying demonstration."
Cruxophim affably inquires, "Anyone?"
Speaking to Yhtrin, Rivienne says, "Your presentation was quite interesting, thanks for showing us all."
Yhtrin whispers, "Yes, yes why not.  There is much I did not reveal."
Cruxophim nods in agreement at Taelarn.
Yhtrin nods at Rivienne.
Cruxophim nods in agreement at Rivienne.
You beam happily at Yhtrin!
Speaking to Yhtrin, Taelarn asks, "Would you mind answering any questions we may have?"
Speaking to Rivienne, Yhtrin says, "Thank you for coming."
Speaking amicably to Yhtrin, Cruxophim agrees, "Very nice work."
Speaking to Taelarn, Yhtrin says, "You know I wouldn't mind any questions."
Speaking to Yhtrin, Rivienne says, "I've never seen anything like it, except maybe when I was learning to skin."
Rivienne stares off into space.
Taelarn smiles at Yhtrin.
You quietly whisper to Yhtrin, "May I have the heart?"
You blush a light pink shade at Yhtrin.
(Cruxophim gobbles down the remainder of the length of intestines in one gulp.)
Tetreves removes an inflamed length of intestines from in a large sack encrusted with dark coagulated blood.
Seree applauds.
Evician says, "Wow, wish i hadnt seen that."
Yhtrin whispers, "The act of Seeing, even a little, consumes the organ.  I can get you another?"
Cruxophim glances dubiously at Evician.
You beam happily at Yhtrin!
Speaking to Yhtrin, Taelarn asks, "I understand how you learned the technique, but can you explain how else you have adapted the skills you practice with the knowledge you have and learned  as a Faendryl?"
Tetreves put an inflamed length of intestines in a large sack encrusted with dark coagulated blood that is on the ground.
Tetreves's face turns slightly pale.
Speaking to Taelarn, Yhtrin says, "Modern Faendryl medicine shows me where to look, and ancient tradition shows me how to look.  If that makes sense."
Taelarn nods at Yhtrin.
Cruxophim nods absently at Yhtrin.
Speaking to Yhtrin, Taelarn says, "It does, thank you."
Yhtrin disbands his group.
Yhtrin says, "I'll return in a moment."
Yhtrin just went east.
You remove a pair of branded fel runestones from in your ivory satchel.
Speaking to Cruxophim, Taelarn asks, "May I?"
Balley smiles.
You shake your branded fel runestones and toss them into the air.  They spin wildly as they descend, and land with a clatter.  The runestones finally settle and show a shrouded sun symbol and a journey rune.
 
You quickly recover a pair of branded fel runestones from the ground.
Seree tries humming a joyful tune.
Speaking pleasantly to Taelarn, Cruxophim assures, "Of course."
Cruxophim gazes in amusement at you.
Cruxophim collects a dark obsidian runestone with emerald-inlaid symbols from a large compartment inside the ebonwood kit.
Cruxophim idly juggles his obsidian runestone.  The symbols are a blur of color as the oddly shaped stone travels from one hand to the other and back again.
Taelarn removes a dense dark red spleen from in a large sack encrusted with dark coagulated blood.
Cruxophim deftly rolls his obsidian runestone.  It bounces and ricochets about, finally coming to a stop with the skull rune showing.  Quickly, he reaches down and scoops up the stone.
Cruxophim plops a dark obsidian runestone with emerald-inlaid symbols into a large compartment inside the ebonwood kit.
You turn away from Cruxophim, ignoring him.
Rovvigen peers quizzically at Cruxophim.
Cruxophim peers quizzically at Rovvigen.
Yhtrin just arrived.

Seree Reads a Death-Soaked Palm - doesn't he know where that thing has been?

Seree hoarsely says, "I'm also somewhat of a seer, if anyone would like to learn general information concerning their final demise."
Yhtrin offers you a plump heart riddled with fat pockets.  Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it.  The offer will expire in 30 seconds.
Cruxophim nods in agreement at Seree.
Taelarn turns the spleen over in his hands, examining it in minute detail.
You beam happily at Yhtrin!
Speaking amicably to Seree, Cruxophim agrees, "Of course."
Seree stares at Cruxophim.
Fetid fumes, intermingled with the scent of rot and decay, suddenly flood the area.
You put a pair of branded fel runestones in your ivory satchel.
You close a sturdy ivory satchel.
You accept Yhtrin's offer and are now holding a plump heart riddled with fat pockets.
Arodon says, "Yummy."
Rendena softly says, "Nope."
It smells like a plump heart riddled with fat pockets.
You lick the plump heart in your hand.
Speaking hoarsely to Cruxophim, Seree says, "Let me see your hand."
Speaking to Yhtrin, Taelarn asks, "Does the health of the organ always relate to whether or not the future is grim?"
Cruxophim removes some dark steel articulated gauntlets from his hands.
(Cruxophim offers his hand to Seree.)
Yhtrin says, "It does.  Inevitable, the future is death and decay, after all."
(Seree holds Cruxophim's hand face up.)
Cruxophim nods absently at Yhtrin.
Cruxophim gazes with interest at Seree.
Taelarn begins chuckling at Yhtrin!
Speaking to Yhtrin, Taelarn says, "Very true."
You quietly whisper to Seree, "Now slap him with it."
You flash Seree a wolfish grin.
Taelarn asks, "Does anyone else have any questions of Yhtrin?"
Cruxophim starts chuckling at you!
Rendena softly says, "I feel better today though, then I did yesterday, so its a bonus for me."
Speaking hoarsely to Cruxophim, Seree says, "I'm afraid I can only see the demise of the living, but you will either be stuck here dreadfully long, or meet a treacherous end."
You nod knowingly at Seree.
You place your hand on your emerald stickpin. <Editor note: This emerald stickpin has one of Cruxophim's eye's atop it.>
Balley softly says, "If anyone else would like a reading while you are here I can help you. Since our seer yhtrin is tired."
Cruxophim begins chuckling at Seree!
Speaking pleasantly to Seree, Cruxophim muses, "Sounds about right."
Cruxophim winks at Seree and flashes a sly grin.
Seree bows to Cruxophim.
Cruxophim rubs Yhtrin gently.
Speaking hoarsely to Cruxophim, Seree says, "May your soul find rest, either on a cloud, or a bed of nails."
You quietly whisper to Seree, "The second one, please."

The End of the Evening

Rovvigen recites softly:
 
    "Thank you all for coming tonight to hear Seer Yhtrin speak on his method"
 
Balley softly says, "Great Job Yhtrin."
 
Rivienne agrees with Balley.
You bow to Yhtrin.
Cruxophim gives Rovvigen a strong, encouraging smile.
Speaking sincerely to Yhtrin, you say, "Thank you for your time."
Kheksa nods respectfully at Yhtrin.
 
Rovvigen recites softly:
 
    "Hope everyone learned something tonight about the method he choses to use"
 
Cruxophim warmly states, "A pleasure."
Yhtrin nods respectfully to you.
Rendena softly says, "I'd rather not know my ending, I would only live in fear of that moment."
Balley gives Rendena a friendly hug.
Rendena hugs Balley, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
Speaking absently to Yhtrin, Cruxophim inquires, "How did you come to study such a method of divination?  It's an unusual pairing, but a surprisingly elegant one.   What drew you to it?"

Rovvigen recites softly:
 
    "Next month we will feature a different method and do a lecture and demonstration on it so look for announcements"
 
Rivienne nods at Rovvigen.
Speaking softly to Cruxophim, Rovvigen says, "Great question."
Rovvigen bows to Rivienne.
Yhtrin says, "My father was a Necromancer, and taught me everything he knew about medicine and anatomy."
Yhtrin says, "Once I discovered this art, it seems to be a natural fit."
Cruxophim nods approvingly at Yhtrin.
Balley softly says, "It is very interesting that is for sure. I  may have to learn more about it."
Balley smiles.
Speaking slyly to Yhtrin, Cruxophim praises, "I approve of such a pairing."
An aura of mischief slowly creeps into Cruxophim's mien as his lips form into a crooked smile.  The smile continues to spread as it splits from ear-to-ear, rupturing his countenance into the shape of a tooth-filled lacerated grin.
Rovvigen smiles at Cruxophim.
Balley smiles.
Evician grins at Cruxophim.
Balley gives Zosopage a lingering kiss.
Cruxophim slips some dark steel articulated gauntlets over his hands.
Speaking pleasantly to Seree, Cruxophim states, "Thank you."
Balley nods.
Zosopage smiles and nods in greeting to Cruxophim.
Zosopage gives Balley a lingering kiss.
Speaking hoarsely to Cruxophim, Seree says, "My pleasure, may you meet your end one day."
Cruxophim flashes Seree a toothy grin.
Yhtrin leans on Cruxophim.
Yhtrin grins at Cruxophim.
Seree smiles.
Speaking serenely to Seree, Cruxophim reasons, "Won't we all, one day?"
Taelarn scowls at Yhtrin.
Cruxophim leans on Yhtrin, giving him a companionable grin.
Rovvigen softly says, "Again thanks everyone for coming."
Rovvigen bows.
Cruxophim applauds warmly.
Speaking hopefully to Cruxophim, Seree says, "Thankfully, yes."
Rivienne says, "Thanks for having us."
Rovvigen softly says, "Refreshments on the table before I dismiss it."
Rovvigen points at a linen-covered rolling side table.
You smile at Rovvigen.
Balley softly says, "Thanks Rovvi."
It smells like a plump heart riddled with fat pockets.
Rovvigen smiles at Balley.
You turn around.
Evician says, "It was quite interesting Yhtrin. Well done."
Evician turns to Yhtrin and bows low, spreading his wings for all to see.
You stride away, moving east.

Extras

Appearances

You see Nips the Earthdelver.
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf.
He is taller than average.  He appears to be very young.  He has deep-set dark eyes and golden brown skin.  He has short, wavy jet black hair streaked with silver.  He has an angular face, a straight nose and a broad chest.
He appears to be DEAD!
He has moderate bleeding from his neck.
He is bleeding from the neck.
He is holding a gnarled illthorn staff sprouting a few star-shaped leaves in his right hand.
He is wearing a turnip-topped carved willow stickpin, a vermilion velnalin hide gem pouch, some scorched full leather, a golden spidersilk knapsack, a quintuple orb brooch, a gleaming star sapphire earcuff, an engraved peridot brooch, a silver spidersilk backpack, a polished gold ring, a thick midnight blue fur cloak, a rune-engraved blackened silver scroll tube, a scarlet-lined green sisken medicine bag, a turquoise-bound rat hide badge, a mist-swirled glass eyeball talisman, a crystal amulet, and a serpent skin harness.

You see Yhtrin Faelrlyn Faendryl the Soul Keeper.
He appears to be a Dark Elf.
He is average height and has a sinuous, serpentine form.  He appears to have come of age.  He has almond-shaped jade green eyes and ebon skin.  He has very long, fine blue-black hair worn in elaborate braids.  He has a gaunt face, a classical nose and a barbed marking around his jawbone.
He has a long cut down the center of his right palm, a sinuous banded onyx ring in the middle of his nose, a blackened bone spike in his left eyebrow, and some unevenly ridged scarring on his right cheek.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a steel grey flint sgian dubh in his right hand.
He is wearing a flawless gold ring, an ermine-lined snake skin satchel, chipped viper skull prayer beads, a silver-bladed dagger medallion, a tattered black veniom-trimmed greatcloak with a mantle of ophidian scales, a smooth jade serpent symbol inset with brown agate eyes, a Brigatta unicorn pin, a heavy sling with a scorched lor runestaff strapped to it, some rigid ebon leathers bound with pentacle clasps with an underrobe of stark black ridgeweaver silk with long draping sleeves underneath, a greyed swamp snake skeleton bracelet, a squared black ash band, a siren lizard skin sack, a pair of dark cotton pants paneled with alabaster bourde, and some scarred calf-high black leather boots covered in dried bloodstains.